Chapter 611

Zhang Tianci wants to go to Jiangnan. Yang Xuan wanted to leave him to drink with him, but Zhang Tianci declined.

Xu Ruxian is still recovering from injury, and Yang Xuan is in the stage of condensing pills recently. He has nothing to do except pouring aura into the pills every day to warm up the pills.

For a moment, Yang Xuan's life calmed down.

Meng Siwei was injured in the battle with ghost Xiu last time. Yang Xuan ran to the post station to express his condolences. Originally, Yang Xuan wanted to exercise his right to promote Meng Siwei to an official or something, but under Meng Siwei's strong refusal, Yang Xuan also gave up the idea.

Because he had to warm up the golden elixir every day, Yang Xuan also stopped and maintained the habit of daily cultivation for a long time. After all, the load on the meridians is too large. Not only can it not get twice the result with half the effort, it may also leave hidden dangers on the road of cultivation in the future.

In a twinkling of an eye, a week passed.

During this week, Yang Xuan lived a simple life every day. In addition to cooking with Yu Qingcheng, she looked through the books left by Luo Duhou in the house.

That day, Yu Qingcheng suddenly came to Yang Xuan's room and took Yang Xuan to go shopping together.

"Why, is there anything you want to buy?"

Although Yang Xuan's childhood experience gave him a house man's physique, Yang Xuan didn't refuse to go shopping with Yu Qingcheng. At least go shopping with his sweetheart, or let Yang Xuan enjoy it.

Yu Qingcheng gave Yang Xuan a white eye and looked at Yang Xuan with a strange look. Yang Xuan suddenly found that as like as two peas, he looked at his eyes and a little panther, and each time he looked at his own eyes when he said he was a bunting, he looked almost the same.

"Don't you know what day it is?"

Seeing that Yang Xuan was still at a loss, Yu Qingcheng asked in a strange tone.

Yang Xuan scratched his head. After thinking about it carefully, he still asked suspiciously, "what day?"

"Today is the colorful clothes Festival! This is the custom of Luodu. Don't tell me that you don't even know this festival?"

Yu Qingcheng patted his smooth forehead with his hand and said to Yang Xuan in a very helpless tone.

The colorful clothes Festival is a custom of Luodu. Luodu is rich in cloth, so many cloth merchants in the city agreed a long time ago to hold an activity together with a street called colorful clothes Street in the city half a month before the new year. Everyone will hang up their own fabrics and clothes this year for exhibition.

This kind of activity, which was originally similar to the promotion means of merchants and hawkers, became very popular once it was implemented. Especially before, Hou's mother in Weiyuan especially liked all kinds of fashionable clothes, so this colorful clothes festival also received the strong support of Hou's house.

Over time, this custom was retained by people. Every year at the color clothes Festival, many tourists come to Luodu, and color clothes Street has become the object of their key care.

Most of these tourists are children of rich families or celebrities. As long as they have fancy clothes, they will buy them without mercy, even if they are worth thousands of gold.

Yu Qingcheng is naturally one of the children of these rich families. Just because she was young earlier, although she heard about it, she never had a chance to come.

Yang Xuan followed Yu Qingcheng out of the waiting house. Luo Du was happy and the women on the street were all dressed up.

The men and women in love came here, and the woman threw a Jiao on the man. Under the temptation of beauty, the man also generously took out his pocket. And those childe brothers have found a place to spend money.

The childe brothers in gold and jade came to the colorful clothes Street. If they saw a woman who liked a certain dress but was really shy, they came forward to chat up and generously took out their pockets. If they could win the girl a smile, maybe they could let the girl untie her skirt at night.

"Colorful clothes Festival comes to colorful clothes Street, and colorful flags are hung on colorful clothes Street."

A child walked down the street with a windmill in his hand and a nursery rhyme in his mouth. These children from poor families are their favorite day on the colorful clothes Festival. On the day of colorful clothes Festival, they go to the street. If they see beautiful girls, they just need to come forward and praise them. Those girls will naturally give them more or less rewards.

Although the money is not much, it is enough for them to buy some sugar people.

The little boy with a windmill is walking in the street.

He got up a little late today, so he hasn't got the reward yet. Although those rich young ladies are generous, they are not fools who don't treat money as money. After giving them rewards twice, they usually won't give them again.

He stopped and looked around and saw a man and a woman coming up. The man doesn't look tall. Although he cleans up very clean, he is only wearing a black suit, which is very much like those legendary swordsmen. But when he turned his eyes to the woman next to the man, the little boy was stunned.

Although there are many beauties who can be called the fairy in the painting at the color clothes festival every year, they are much worse than the girl in front of them.

The girl only wore a yellow gauze skirt like a goose, and she didn't wear any ornaments. But even so, in the eyes of little boys, girls are countless times more beautiful than others.

A man and a woman stopped when they saw that the little boy was dazed by the roadside.

The girl looked at the little boy curiously, walked towards him and asked, "are you all right, little friend?"

Seeing the girl who could be called a fairy in his heart came to him, the little boy's face turned red for no reason. He still couldn't believe his eyes. He murmured to the girl, "sister, you're so beautiful."

The man also came over at this time. When he heard this sentence, he laughed loudly and said, "little brother, you really have an eye."

With that, the man took it out at his waist, but only touched a few copper plates. He couldn't help looking embarrassed, but he also put the copper plates in the little boy's hand.

"What's good about a fox who can't afford jewelry?"

The sharp voice sounded behind the little boy, changing the faces of a man and a woman.

Behind the little boy stood a woman in neon colored clothes. Neon colored clothes are the most popular style this year. Almost all the girls in Da Wei have one in their hands.

This neon colored dress is made of tulle. Seven colors change gradually from top to bottom, just like a rainbow. The woman in colored clothes has a Chinese face, but she also has a somewhat earthy temperament against the background of the colored clothes.

"Who do you mean, fox?"

The man's cold voice rang and looked at the woman in colored clothes with anger in his eyes.