Chapter 507 Qingzhou City

The night had deepened before he knew it. Xiao Chen pondered for a long time. No matter what, he had to go to Qingzhou City to have a look. If he could find that person from that year, he could solve many puzzles, especially about his life experience.

"Let's... go back to see Miss Weiyang."

"Okay."

The two of them slowly walked back to the cave. Hua Weiyang was still lying quietly on the stone bed, as if she was just asleep.

"Weiyang..."

Xiao Chen gently stretched out his hand and touched her cheek with his fingers. He still felt a bone-chilling coldness, so his heart was stabbed again. "Weiyang, no matter what, I will definitely wake you up..."

...

The next day, the sky was a little gloomy. The two went to the valley. After a night of recovery, Shen Jing looked much better. As the sword energy left her body, the sword wound on her back would slowly disappear.

"Go with peace of mind, Weiyang, I will take good care of her."

"Yes..."

Xiao Chen nodded. After thinking for a night, he finally decided to go to Qingzhou City in two days to see if he could find the person who survived that year.

Qingzhou City is located more than a hundred miles southwest of Xuanqing Mountain. Because of its excellent geographical location and because the Xuanqing Gate of Xuanmen Xiuxian is located nearby, Qingzhou City is extremely prosperous. It is one of the largest cities in Jiuzhou with a permanent population of tens of millions.

People in the world only live for a hundred years, so mortals also have mortal lives. For them, Xiuxian Xuanmen is like the legend of the distant immortals and gods, just like the perception of the gods and demons in ancient times by the people in Xuanmen today, most of them think it is just a legend.

Qingzhou is a prosperous metropolis in the mortal world, and naturally there are mortals in it. Where mortals gather, there are naturally martial arts battles. For example, there are some martial arts families in Suzhou and other places. Xuanmen often do not intervene in the martial arts battles in the mortal world, but if a force in the martial arts world is blessed by a Xuanmen, it will surely flourish.

This day is the last day of the twelfth lunar month, which is called "New Year" in the mortal world. Today, the whole Qingzhou city is unusually lively, with lion dances, operas, firecrackers and gongs, and red lanterns hanging high in every household, just like a festive New Year atmosphere.

Xiao Chen walked alone on the street against the north wind, looking at the children playing and laughing on the street, and couldn't help but recall his childhood. Every New Year, his mother would always knit two new clothes for him, and then go to the town to buy some New Year goods... In a blink of an eye, it turned out that almost twenty years have passed.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard the sound of opera near the street ahead. Turning a corner, he saw a large restaurant surrounded by people. It turned out that a famous opera troupe from Suzhou had come to Qingzhou City a few days ago.

Xiao Chen came to the outside of the restaurant and saw that the performance on the stage seemed familiar, the actors in the play, and the actors.

The actors performed as the actors performed, and the actors sang as they did. The actors sang in a rhythmic voice, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, I saw Xiao Yichen stabbing the villain with a sword, and the villain was frightened and staggered backwards. At this time, the fairy Miaoyin suddenly came and shouted, Chen'er, stop it quickly!"

It turned out that the performance in the play was about Xuanqing's incident that year.

"This young man, please come in, please come in!"

At the door of the restaurant, the waiter saw that Xiao Chen was dressed in extraordinary clothes and looked extraordinary, and hurried forward to greet him warmly.

Xiao Chen entered the restaurant and watched the scene on the stage. At this moment, his heart was like the surface of a lake where the wind blew over it, and ripples appeared again.

The actors on the stage were devoted to their performances, and the master who sang the opera was even more skilled in opera. Every pause and fall of his voice could attract the hearts of the audience. He sang, "Xiao Yichen looked back and saw the master coming. He was immediately sad. He threw his sword and said, "My disciple's skills are all taught by the master. Today, the world cannot tolerate my disciple, so I will return all my skills to the master!"

When the opera master sang this part, it moved everyone's heart. It seemed that everyone in the restaurant knew what was going to happen next. They stood up one after another. Some children covered their eyes, and several girls were so scared that they cried, crying "No, no..."

With a "bang", the actor who played Yichen on the stage slapped his forehead with both hands, and the red juice prepared in advance overflowed from his mouth. Then he staggered and fell backwards.

As "Yi Chen" fell, the whole restaurant was plunged into an atmosphere of grief and anger. The spectators sighed and the little girl wiped her tears and choked.

The opera master continued to sing, "This is to die to prove his innocence. You say, this Xiao Yi Chen, who is devoted to being a teacher, taught the villain to say that he is the son of the evil sect. This shows how dangerous the world is, how evil people are, and how unfair the heaven is!"

Xiao Chen sat in his seat, with no sadness or joy on his face. He didn't expect that his story back then would be adapted into an opera in the mortal world. Those righteous and mysterious sects said that he colluded with the evil demon and killed countless people. Instead, these mortals in the mortal world would be indignant for him.

"Bullshit!"

Just when the restaurant was quiet, a scoundrel voice suddenly came from outside, "What the hell are you singing? I don't understand. Am I the only one who thinks this play is both ugly and hard to watch?"

There was a scoundrel with a stubble on his face standing outside the restaurant. He had been watching and cursing since the first show in the morning. No matter how hard the troupe rehearsed before dawn and sang, he would curse them first, no matter whether they were good or bad. He cursed them after every show, and he hasn't stopped cursing until now.

At this time, the people in the restaurant finally couldn't stand it anymore and went out to argue with him. However, what kind of argument could there be with such a person? Instead, he sprayed a face full of stinky saliva.

Finally, a young man couldn't stand it anymore and angrily scolded him, "You are watching the show for free outside, without spending a penny, why are you yelling all day long?"

Unexpectedly, the ruffian was furious after hearing this, rushed up, raised his fist as big as a bowl, and punched the young man in the face, "What do you care about me!"

This time, the other people watching the show at the door couldn't stand it anymore. It's not that they couldn't afford the tea money, but the restaurant was full of customers. But at least they knew how to respect others' efforts and would not speak ill of others based on their own opinions. However, this ruffian was different. Not only did he take advantage of others, but he also made trouble everywhere. Everyone scolded him for being barbaric and unreasonable.

When the waiter saw the fight outside, he hurried out to persuade them. In the chaos, Xiao Chen didn't know when he left. Perhaps this is the world.

...

In the next half month, there were thousands of restaurants and inns in Qingzhou City. How could Xiao Chen find the person who escaped the disaster in the ancient village?

He searched for half a month, but had no clue at all. He felt very depressed. One day, he came to another restaurant. Not long after he sat down, he heard a quarrel downstairs. He saw two waiters desperately pushing an old beggar out. "Please go, please go. We really have no wine today..."