Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Female Swordsman

Alain didn't miss much effort, his mind was immersed in the dazzling beauty of the Qingqiu Festival, and he was a little difficult to extricate himself. At that moment he felt the sleeve of his shirt being ripped off, and when he turned his head, he saw the girl looking at him pitifully, pointing to her stomach with one hand, as if to say, "I am hungry......

Alain suddenly understood why she couldn't even afford to buy a braised chicken...... This amount of food is really not covered...... However, there is a custom of eating moon cakes during the Qingqiu Festival, and there is a stall selling moon cakes in front of me, so I bought ten moon cakes with red bean paste.

Alain first gave the two cowards who followed him with a blank face, then took another one for himself, and finally handed the rest of the pack to the girl, but asked her name casually: "Sister's surname?"

"Huh...... My name is José Dot. Qiao Su took a bite before replying vaguely.

"The surname is Qiao, I don't know if my sister has a living?"

Qiao Su pointed to the long box on the left behind him and said, "I'm a female swordsman!" After speaking, he raised his head and made a proud gesture, but he choked himself and quickly beat his chest and swallowed. Alan also hurriedly patted her right back, but she was so suffocated that her face was red and she felt like she was going to carry it in one go......

"Ahh “

"It's extreme, it's extreme, but the woman seems to be choking......"

The two cowards didn't dare to get on themselves, so they could only point fingers behind their backs...... Alain was disgusted, and then focused on the lively night scene.

"Why don't we go to the parade over there? Alain looked at it for a long time, but finally felt uncomfortable. If you don't participate in such a grand scene, how can you appreciate its true beauty?

Zhou Bulong was the first to nod, and Tu Fengnian also nodded his head like a hen pecking rice. As for Qiao Su Point, he is still dealing with the remaining mooncakes.

The people in the front of the procession held a dragon made of rattan and iron bars, painted red, and placed a ball in the eye, presumably made of wood and oilcloth, which looked like it could burn for a long time.

The four of them walked to the back of the line, and some of the residents with two torches in their hands gave them to them, and the four of them held the torches and learned the residents to wave the torches, the main point was to follow the rhythm......

Dada......, da

It's a pity that among the four people, only Alan is seriously wielding the torch, Tu Fengnian is dozing, Zhou Bulong's movements are extremely unnatural, Qiao Su doesn't move at all, just quietly holding the torch and following Alan closely......

After playing for a while, Alan had a whim, feeling that this fire dragon was really not grand enough, and he lacked charm, so he secretly cast the fire firefly spell, this spell is a fire spell, which is not very powerful, but it is very powerful.

At this time, Alan controlled the power and evolved the faint fireflies into tens of millions, and the magic power contained in each firefly was extremely rare, and it was in vain in the true sense. Then these fireflies linger around the torches, forming scales or horns, whiskers, scratches, tails, and manes......

A vague fire dragon swam in the crowd, and the person holding the torch only felt that the surroundings were much brighter, but the people on the tall building could see the dragon body, and their eyes were about to pop out in shock......

Soon after, there was a legend of the fire dragon in the area. Localities are divided into three levels: prefectures, prefectures, counties, towns and villages; counties, towns, and villages are all at the same level, but there are differences in the number of populations and the size of cities. Generally, the county is larger than the town, and the town is larger than the village. And this medium-sized county town called Duyang County later had the nickname of "Xiaohuo County". Of course, the current Alan and others will not know this.

As the initiator, Alan felt dizzy at this time, although he released a large number of fireflies that were superficial, Alan also consumed a lot, because he had to evenly distribute these fireflies around everyone, and also form the parts of the dragon, and the loss of mind was the largest.

So Alain hurriedly handed over the torch and hurried back to the inn to rest. And the embarrassment was that Qiao Sudian was fiercely locked out of the door, so he had to squat at the door in a daze, Tu Fengnian and Zhou Bulong looked at each other, in a dilemma, and in the end, they could only squeeze the two of them together......

And Tu Fengnian was pushed by Pu Neng to tell Miss Qiao where the other room was.

The reason is that monks should abstain from women's sex, while scholars do not need to ......

"Joe, Miss Joe, that room...... Give, give you a stay. He pointed to a room not far away, and at the end of his speech he was like a gnat, and he ran away...... The face is red like a monkey's buttocks.

Zhou Bulong clasped his hands together, thinking that Tu Fengnian was still too tender...... I never thought that I wouldn't even dare to go on.

However, during the autumn festival, the best thing to see is the yellow moon that commands the stars. Yuan Lai, who was far away in Zhizhou, stood on a tall building, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and there was a wine table next to him, and two wine glasses were already lying on the ground, overflowing with wine, which was mixed with some bright red colors.

There are many plains in Zhizhou, and from a distance, the Nanheng Mountains in Luzhou will be calmed down when they reach Zhizhou. The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness. Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds are born and the sea is built. This is written by a great poet in ancient times, but for various reasons, this poem has lost its jaw and tail couplets. The specific reason seems to be that this poet is too lonely, although he is wonderful, he is also excluded and even persecuted by the world.

The bright moon hanging high in the sky, the rich nostalgic atmosphere in the early autumn season, did not bring him any sorrow.

Yuan Lai picked up the wine glass on the ground, filled it with another glass, and then raised his glass to Mingyue and drank it all, his eyes becoming sharper and sharper.

"Twenty years of cold drinking in the north, it's hard to be white without spreading barbarism!" The northern man gurgled between his lips and teeth, and his whole body made a clicking sound, as if a wild beast was recovering.

After a long while, Yuan Lai turned around and picked up Zhao Chengfei, who was covered in injuries, and walked to the inn, where he had no sleep all night.

In Xizhou, Ai Xier lived a very simple Qingqiu Festival with his parents and grandmother, that is, eating moon cakes and melons and fruits, and quietly admiring the moon on the hill.

Li Xianjun fell asleep peacefully, breathing very steadily, and Luo Wei grabbed his wife's hand tightly, his expression full of love. Asir seems to be admiring the moon, but in fact she secretly envy the loving sight of her parents. I wonder if I will be able to do the same in the future? Suddenly remembering Alain's elegant face and soft lips, Asier's heart beat faster.

Fortunately, no one saw her, thought to herself, and when she turned her head, she saw her grandmother staring straight at her, and she was so frightened that she was thrilled......

"Why are you distracted, Elsie?"

"It's nothing, grandma, the moon is so round!haha!" Aisiel awkwardly changed the subject.

River was a little suspicious, but he didn't think much of it. She likes this festival very much, and the family gets together, so it's not lively.

The moonlight is extremely beautiful, and people even see the moon rabbit pounding medicine on the moon, but it is a pity that it is a dream after all.