Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 128: Deja Vu Returning to Hometown
Wang Chen personally believes that he still looks handsome even with the mask on.
It's just that her temperament is a little weak.
You are on the bustling streets of a major city in the southwest region.
The neat streets and bustling crowds are reflected in my eyes, as if they were from another world.
Ever since he was hunted in Qinghu Bay, Wang Chen has rarely appeared in crowded places in a peaceful manner.
Otherwise, there will be no good banquet, no good meeting, and blood will surely be shed.
At this moment he was a little dazed, walking on the street, looking around carefully, his doubts deepened.
Compared with the ancient and beautiful buildings in other regions, the buildings here are exquisite yet rugged. No matter how tall or small, they are always gradually curved along the ridge of the roof to form the shape of ox horns. The red and black colors are matched to give people a sense of wildness.
The locals prefer silver jewelry, and although the dress is still common in the cultivation world, one can easily distinguish the locals from outsiders by looking at who has two large earrings hanging from their ears and who wears a large bracelet on their hands.
Especially the local women were hot and unrestrained. As soon as Wang Chen walked to the center of the road, he easily attracted a lot of bold eyes.
Unfortunately, he had no intention of responding.
Wang Chen was certain that this was his first time in this city.
Yet a feeling of familiarity and a little sadness lingers.
It's like a wanderer returning to his hometown.
This is also the reason why he stopped here.
Sometimes, people do have an illusion, as if something has been done before or a place has been visited before, but it is ultimately an illusion.
But the higher the level of Taoism, the clearer the thoughts will be, and such hallucinations will rarely appear, let alone the strange feeling of sadness in the heart.
The stone road has been polished smooth over the years and still shows the traces of time .
The tall, lush old trees were filled with the chirping of cicadas.
At the end of the cobblestone road, at the corner of the street, there really is an old shop selling candy figures.
He was sure that this was not an illusion, but that he had really been here.
With this strange yet familiar scene reflected in his eyes, Wang Chen was puzzled as to where this inexplicable feeling came from.
At the end of the road, there was a huge carriage, decorated ornately, moving in the middle of the street as if leisurely viewing flowers in a garden. The carriage was pulled by three black horses, which were tall and majestic, without a trace of other colors on their bodies.
Even the driver was already a cultivator close to the tenth level of Qi Condensation.
Some foreign cultivators couldn't help looking at the carriage with curiosity.
"It's such a grand occasion to go shopping in such a big carriage."
Wang Chen followed the pedestrians on the street and dodged to the side, somewhat distracted, but when the carriage passed by him, the curtains suddenly opened. He seemed to sense something and looked towards the window, only to see a surprised and beautiful face staring at him.
Wang Chen was startled by the sad and beautiful face reflected in his eyes. The familiar and sad feeling seemed to have found an outlet and surged into his heart.
The carriage suddenly stopped with the neighing of horses, and a graceful figure with long hair and a white dress covered with goose yellow gauze hurried down from the carriage.
Like a gust of fragrant breeze, in an instant, your arms are filled with fragrance.
Wang Chen stood there like a wooden man. If it weren't for his extraordinary self-control, his hands would have reached up habitually like he had done a thousand times.
He suddenly understood where that familiar feeling and sadness in his heart came from.
It's this mask.
It is like a wandering soul that died in a foreign land and is afraid to return to its hometown.
The woman hugged him tightly, murmuring: "You're back."
As she spoke, she began to sob, and in a short while, Wang Chen's clothes were soaked.
He lowered his head and looked at the words that appeared in front of him:
"Qian Xiaoyun. A Qi Condensation Level 7 cultivator, the daughter of a merchant in Chongdu City. She has a deep causal relationship with the nameless remnant soul in the Soul-Locking Immortal Treasure. If you fulfill the wish of the nameless remnant soul, you can get the Immortal Treasure to further recognize you as your master. If you refuse, the Immortal Treasure will lose its spiritual power and turn into a mortal object."
"A magical treasure that can lock souls?"
"Is that the mask?!"
Wang Chen thought about it for a moment and his heart was shocked.
In the world of cultivation, anyone with the word "immortal" in their name must be related to a true immortal, unless they are deceiving the world and stealing the reputation. In this modern era of the Dharma Ending Age, there are very few magic weapons that have been used by true immortals.
Even if ancient immortal treasures have appeared in the secret realms of various ruins, they are in the hands of the top cultivators in the world of cultivation.
Such as the five supreme swords of the Five Great Masters.
The edgeless Dutian Demon Sword.
"And now, you tell me that the mask Qianhua gave away is actually a fairy treasure?"
"It is an extremely complete and rare auxiliary fairy treasure that can conceal one's identity."
A lot of thoughts were running through his mind.
"Xiao Yun, why did you suddenly get out of the car? The banquet is about to start. Do you know how much effort I put in to get this opportunity for your Qianyun Chamber of Commerce?"
An angry voice came from the carriage. The door curtain was lifted, revealing a young man with a pale face, no beard, wearing a blue brocade robe, but with a somewhat elongated face.
The young man didn't know what his relationship with the woman was, but when he saw the woman sobbing on Wang Chen's body, a strong murderous intent suddenly flashed across his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and got off the carriage with elegant manners.
Qian Xiaoyun finally came back to her senses, looked at Wang Chen deeply, and said blankly, "Will you leave this time?"
Seeing the beautiful face in front of him, with slightly red eyes and full of expectation, Wang Chen didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Qian Xiaoyun, who is he?" the young man asked with a frown in his voice, and his address changed from Xiaoyun to his real name.
When Qian Xiaoyun saw that Wang Chen did not answer, a look of disappointment and sadness flashed across her eyes.
"An old friend." She said in a low voice.
"Old friend? You are crying so sadly, I'm afraid it's not just an ordinary relationship." The young man sneered.
Wang Chen felt somewhat displeased, and when he looked up, he saw that the young man seemed to be three or four years older than him, and had already reached the Nirvana stage. Although a Nirvana cultivator of this age was inferior to the geniuses of the sect, he could be considered young and promising.
"I just said that I would be late for the banquet. Didn't you hear me clearly? You actually jumped off the carriage halfway to look for some old friend." The young man looked even more displeased.
Qian Xiaoyun trembled and dared not speak.
"Let's go. Don't let me see you wasting time on something unimportant." There was a stronger threat in his tone.
After saying that, he turned around and got on the carriage.
Just as Qian Xiaoyun was struggling with her expression, the young man who was stepping onto the wooden steps of the carriage suddenly stopped and said without turning his head: "Let your old friend come along. Maybe some nobles will need servants in the Qi Condensation Realm."
His tone implied that Wang Chen only had the cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Condensation. The so-called servants were nothing more than thugs and slaves, or even servants who served tea and water. In fact, this was an insult.
A trace of anger flashed across Qian Xiaoyun's eyes, but it quickly faded away. She said to Wang Chen hastily, "I must go to this banquet. Wait for me..."
His eyes were full of pleading.
…
Wang Chen was a little surprised. Qian Xiaoyun had obviously accepted the young man's will, but because of her current status, there was a strong anger in her eyes. How could she be so desperate and entangled?
He shook his head and said, "I'll go with you."
As he said this, he led Qian Xiaoyun into the carriage.
The car was spacious, with seats and tea and fruits available. However, the young man did not even glance at Wang Chen along the way, while Qian Xiaoyun kept looking at Wang Chen, with an expression that alternated between sadness and joy on her face.
The young man saw the expressions between the two and his face turned pale.
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage slowly stopped.
"United Trading Company, Young Master Gong Qingshu is here!" Outside the carriage, a servant had already recognized who the carriage belonged to and announced loudly.
A slight smile appeared on Gong Qingshu's lips. He really enjoyed the feeling of being admired by others.
He raised the hem of his robe and was about to get out of the car.
But there was only a flash of a figure, and Wang Chen actually pulled Qian Xiaoyun and walked down first.
Qian Xiaoyun, whose hand was being held, had surprise in her eyes and didn't care about the bulging veins on Gong Qingshu's face.
