After I traveled through the book, I made the plot of the vicious female supporting role overturn

Chapter 131

Waves of bustling crowds crowded the streets, passing by one vendor's stall after another.

The tables at the food stalls were turned over several times, and the busy vendors were sweating profusely. The little girl selling lanterns held many candle holders and shouted loudly in the crowd. Passers-by of all kinds wore the most colorful and beautiful dresses, adding a gorgeous color to the coming night.

"Summer is coming soon. Do you want to buy another thin shirt?" Baili Shun pointed to a clothing store that was ready to light up and asked, "This is..."

"You also know that summer is coming soon?" Lin Ruojin said helplessly, "You are still wearing such thick clothes, aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat?"

Baili Shun stood out in the crowd.

When he was silent, his eyes were slightly gloomy. He was wearing a purple gown with plum blossom gold patterns. His hair hung down to his waist and swayed gently as he walked. He was originally handsome and noble like a god and was the dream lover of those young girls. However, it was so strange that he was still wearing such thick clothes when summer was about to begin. It was incomprehensible.

It's like he's a handsome guy with a serious illness.

"There's maltose. Do you want me to buy some for you to try?"

"No, I don't want anything sweet right now."

"...What a shame, I thought it was the most delicious thing when I was a kid, sorry..."

"Then go buy the flowers you want to eat. I'll go take a look ahead myself."

"..."

Seeing Lin Ruojin, wearing the Qingyun disciple uniform, walking forward without looking back, Baili Shun clenched his hands tightly.

Why!

Why is it that only he, the poisonous cliff, can pull off this trick of playing the victim? !

He rolled up his sleeves as if in a huff, walked through the crowd, and came to a small stall.

"Oh, you have a face like... a face like that jade..." The vendor was a middle-aged man, big and strong. When he saw Baili Shun, he couldn't help but get tongue-tied. It was obvious that his knowledge reserve was insufficient. Under Baili Shun's indifferent eyes, he had to change his words to "You are really handsome."

Baili Shun snorted and prepared to buy the few maltose that were still steaming in the pot. However, the boss smiled and shook his head.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we don't have much left. I was going to save some for shopping with my wife and little son. Sorry!"

"I'll give you double the price, or even triple it. Is this price okay?"

The peddler was a little hesitant, and at that moment, a little child with a high bun and a coarse cloth shirt came over with a peasant woman holding hands.

As soon as the three of them met, they happily talked about what they were going to do and what they were going to eat, and they were so happy that they almost forgot about Baili Shun. Although the peddler wanted to make more money at first, he no longer hesitated when he saw his family. After the peddler's wife knew the whole story, she covered her mouth and laughed.

"I saw you when I was visiting the stalls with my child. I thought I was trying to cheer up the pretty girl who was traveling with me!" The peasant woman pushed the vendor in a reproachful manner, as if blaming him for being unromantic.

He casually picked up the oil paper on the stall, picked out two large pieces of maltose with a small wooden stick, wrapped them up and handed them to Baili Shun.

"Take it and eat it, and pay the normal price."

Baili Shun was happy to pay the money when he saw the other party was so kind. Just when he was about to take the oil paper bag, the woman suddenly said, "Don't tell anyone. This is between us. Don't tell anyone!"

Baili Shun was about to leave when he suddenly stopped. Many voices suddenly flooded into his head, both male and female. The noise made him dizzy and he almost couldn't stand.

These words were not spoken to him, but to her little son with her back to the man who was packing up the stall. As she spoke, the peasant woman shook her wrist, on which was wrapped a red agate string of very poor quality and quality.

The three of them talked and laughed as they walked into the crowd hand in hand.

"What a happy family of three..." Baili Shun tightly grasped the oil-paper bag, and slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, emitting an extremely fierce light, "Then what am I! What am I!"

After saying this with gritted teeth, he was confused and surprised.

Where was the cliff that flashed through his mind? He had never been there in his memory, so why did he and his mother appear there?

He couldn't hear or remember what his mother was saying.

No, no, I can't think about it anymore, no!!!

"Baili Shun!"

A cry of surprise brought Baili Shun's wandering consciousness back to his original state.

Baili Shun's eyes were slightly moist, but he hid his fragility after seeing who was coming. He handed the things in his hand to her and changed his voice to gentle, "I've bought it..."

"Who asked you this!"

Having not seen him come back for a long time, Lin Ruojin ran back in a hurry, and her hair was scratched by the edge of a lantern in the hand of a passerby on the way.

She looked like a crazy woman running around the street without thinking.

Baili Shun grabbed her messy hair and gave her a flattering smile.

But Lin Ruo refused to buy it and slapped his hand away.

"Come on, I just washed my hair and your hands are greasy!"

As she turned around to leave, she thought again and again, and finally walked back, grabbed the arm of Baili Shun who was hiding in the dark corner, and pulled him out.

"What can you see if you hide in there? You'll be completely squeezed out when there are too many people. Why are you staying in a dark corner? It's so bright outside!"

It seemed that the time had come. Yamen runners wearing official uniforms and hats could be seen patrolling on the road. Occasionally, a few simple fireworks could be seen blooming in the dark sky.

Holding hands, the two stood side by side in the crowd, watching the fireworks start from one or two and then continue to be set off. The joyful cheers of men, women, young and old, coupled with the colorful fireworks, spread the joy of the festival far and wide.

It was so far away that even the two disciples guarding the gate of Qingyun Mountain could see bright colors surging like flowing water at the foot of the mountain. When they saw the brilliant fireworks exploding in the sky, they could only sigh.

"I want to go too. I heard that many of my fellow disciples have changed into their regular clothes and gone down the mountain to hang out."

"Why do we have to guard the mountain gate today?"

As they were talking, they heard footsteps behind them, which made them stop talking immediately.

The visitor was Zhang Chengying, a disciple of Vice-Master Tu Hong. When he saw one of the people standing upright at the door, the expression on his face gradually changed from joy at the beginning to confusion.

He walked up to the man on the left, looked him up and down, and then asked, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

The person being asked didn't understand what he was saying. The disciple on the right scratched his head and said, "He has been here the whole time. Today, the two of us are guarding the mountain gate. Strange, what are you doing here, brother?"

"How is that possible! Didn't you just call me and say that it was Master Tu Hong's order for me to guard the mountain gate?"

For a moment, all three of them were silent.

Zhang Chengying realized that something was wrong, shouted "Oh no!", and quickly turned around and flew back on his sword.

He reacted promptly, but was still a step too late.

At this moment, a barely noticeable gap had opened in the gate of Cangjian Pavilion, with golden locks and iron chains hanging loosely on it, creating the illusion that no one had broken in.

Bi Ruyue, dressed in purple, walked calmly past row after row of racks with long swords, and walked straight to the end as if she had a sense of something.

There, her stunning beauty is placed.

"Finally, I found you..." She carefully took Jinghong out of the box and stroked the sword with her cold fingers. "I don't want any Bi Bo Sword. It... is not even half as good as you. Only you are mine, only you, I only have you..."

Perhaps her body was too cold. When she touched the cold sword of Jinghong, she actually felt warmth from her fingertips. The feeling was the same as when she touched Baili Shun's cheek that day.

Warm and exciting.

"Master, he doesn't understand me. He shouldn't have taken away my last bit of fantasy. Why is he so cruel to me..."

"You're right, Master is too old-fashioned. Who says this is necessarily wrong? Kisaragi, go ahead and give it a try."

"Yes, yes! I'll go right away!"

"Hurry, they are just down the mountain!"

The powerful obsession and resentment that erupted from the slender body caused all the swords in the Cangjian Pavilion to hum and vibrate, and the racks to sway from side to side.