About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

"Xiao Yao, come and choose a lantern." He Qianqing took Yang Yuyao to a stall selling lanterns near the lake, "See if there is a style you like."

"Master, do you really want to choose?" Yang Yuyao asked quietly through voice transmission, while looking around to see if there was any man holding a lantern.

"There has to be one with more atmosphere." He Qianqing replied, and only after Yang Yuyao confirmed that there was a man holding a lantern, he started to choose.

Yang Yuyao would naturally not choose those fancy styles, not to mention the price, it was really embarrassing to carry them in his hands. Those fancy styles are more suitable for girls. After some selection, Yang Yuyao finally selected an octagonal lantern with tassels hanging from the upper and lower corners of the lantern, and an additional larger tassel hanging from the center of the bottom of the lantern. The four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are painted on the eight sides of the lantern, along with verses praising them. It looks elegant, but in an environment where all the lanterns compete for beauty, it is very inconspicuous. But such lanterns can also be used on a daily basis and are more practical.

"Is that it?" He Qianqing was not surprised to see Yang Yuyao's choice. After all, this young man likes to look as inconspicuous as possible, especially when going out. Maybe in his opinion, this can avoid attracting too much attention. . Therefore, he will not accept anything that is too exaggerated and eye-catching. It's just that he himself seems to have the temperament that attracts everyone's attention, so some cover-ups seem meaningless.

"Yes." Yang Yuyao confirmed softly. This time he did not refuse, but accepted He Qianqing's gift. He took the handle from He Qianqing and thanked him with a smile. The candlelight in the lantern illuminated the young man's clean and peaceful smile. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up. The sleeves, robes and lanterns moved in the wind, and the clothes were flying. The wind blows the mist from the lake to the ground, like rolling clouds, passing by people's feet.

At that moment, the young man was like a fairy from heaven, holding a magic lamp and floating on the clouds. As if receiving an unknown call, people around him turned their heads to see this scene. Even though the mask on his face covered most of the young man's face, it still made everyone feel amazing. He Qianqing's hand that handed the lantern to Yang Yuyao had already retracted, but suddenly stretched out again and grabbed the young man's wrist tightly, leaving Yang Yuyao surprised and confused.

"Master, what's wrong?" Yang Yuyao asked doubtfully through voice transmission.

"The fog is cold, don't stay too long and your clothes and shoes will get wet." He Qianqing responded while pulling Yang Yuyao out of the fog. Yang Yuyao nodded doubtfully. This was obviously not the real reason why He Qianqing did this. After all, how could a monk be afraid that the mist would wet his clothes?

"Let's go look elsewhere." Yang Yuyao said, tugging on He Qianqing's sleeve. Only then did He Qianqing loosen his grip on Yang Yuyao's wrist. Yang Yuyao slid away the hand holding He Qianqing's sleeve and took it back. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his hand again and gently touched He Qianqing's hand. He Qianqing looked at Yang Yuyao. The blush hidden underneath the mask could not be seen on his face, but Yang Yuyao still looked away. He Qianqing opened his hand and took the hand that Yang Yuyao offered.

This unknown lake in Linfang Town is covered with a thick layer of ice, and it seems to have a faint light under the interplay of moonlight and lanterns. There were many young men and women crowding around the lake. Yang Yuyao avoided these people and led He Qianqing to a road with relatively few people.

However, this road was not peaceful either. Several male monks seemed to have had a quarrel because they fell in love with the same lantern. Listening carefully to their words, it seems that there are more reasons for the answers to the lantern riddles on the lantern belt. That also seems to be an anagram, but each of these people has their own answer, and they are arguing about it.

Naturally, Yang Yuyao would not get involved. He and He Qianqing walked past them, but those people did not notice them and continued their argument. When they passed by two more female cultivators who looked very similar and seemed to be twins, a beautiful woman with a little maid beside her suddenly turned her head and stared directly at Yang Yuyao. He Qianqing blocked Yang Yuyao behind him almost at the same time.

"Demon Emperor Huang Yan? Why are you here?" He Qianqing asked. The woman in red clothes in front of her has sharp phoenix eyes and eyebrows like distant mountains. She is the current emperor of the demon clan in human form.

"Immortal Qianqing?" Meeting He Qianqing in such a scene made the Demon Emperor a little surprised. "Don't be excited. I just want to feel the festival atmosphere of the human race. Why don't you introduce me to him?" Bit?"

"My disciple." He Qianqing replied, without explicitly answering Yang Yuyao's name, nor directly addressing him as a Taoist companion, to avoid unnecessary trouble. He had only met the Demon King twice and was completely unfamiliar with him. All I know is that the other party is willing to make good friends with the human race. But whether he is sincere or has other motives is unknown.

Demon Emperor Huang Yan did not continue to ask, but tried to bypass He Qianqing's obstruction and continue to explore Yang Yuyao. I wonder what she noticed about this being who stood at the pinnacle of the demon clan.

"Luan'er, let's go." Demon Emperor Huang Yan said to the little maid beside him. The little maid in blue clothes nodded, a flash of fire flashed, and the two demons disappeared. The two beings who can be said to be at the top of the world had a terrifying momentum in this brief confrontation. However, except for the little maid Luan'er who was following Huang Yan and her face turned pale, no one around them noticed or even realized that this place An extremely beautiful woman just disappeared here again.

"She is the person in charge of the demon world?" Yang Yuyao confirmed after Demon Emperor Huang Yan left.

"Exactly." He Qianqing stared at Yang Yuyao, thinking about when he could make the Demon King react like this when he saw Yang Yuyao.

"It's strange. Why can't I see the beautiful young master I met this morning? Didn't he come to the Lantern Festival?"

"This is a lantern festival during the Festival? How could there be someone who would rather stay in the house than come to the lantern festival?"

Two female cultivators were discussing and walking towards them. The words of one of them made Yang Yuyao inexplicably hit by an arrow. After all, he did have something he couldn't consider, but He Qianqing made the choice for him. But almost at the same time, when he realized that the person they were discussing might be him, Yang Yuyao quickly moved to the other side of He Qianqing to cover himself.

Although he was wearing a mask, it was still a half-face mask. There was no guarantee that some people who were particularly sensitive to facial features would be able to deduce his complete appearance despite the obstruction of the mask. Yang Yuyao heard that in his original world, some ardent fans could even identify their favorite stars with a blurry back photo. Although the time he had been in contact with those people was so short that he would not leave such a deep impression, the monk had a good memory. So it's safest to avoid sight.

"I can't just hide all the time. I should overcome it. They can't do anything to me." Yang Yuyao encouraged himself secretly in his heart. For him, a simple mask does not bring as much security as the camouflage brought by the mirage. Although the mirage only changes his appearance, to Yang Yuyao, it is like a shell to protect himself inside. But now, he has removed this outer shell, but he still can't let the soft inside adapt to this knife-like gaze.

At this time, He Qianqing stretched out his arm and gently hugged his shoulders. Yang Yuyao raised his head slightly and met He Qianqing's gentle eyes.

"Are you tired? How about we go back?" He Qianqing asked in a low voice.

"No, let's go shopping for a while." I don't know if it was the sense of stability brought by the familiar breath, but Yang Yuyao's panicked heartbeat gradually returned to calm. He suddenly realized why He Qianqing had to take him out to visit the lantern show during the wedding festival. This was actually the same as the Valentine's Day lovers in the original world had to go on a date. The wedding day is more than just a blind date.

"That's fine." He Qianqing looked at Yang Yuyao and smiled.

Of course, the Lantern Festival will not only have lanterns, but also some food and other gadgets for sale. However, most of the food is sweet. Yang Yuyao has no desire to try it. The number of sweets he can accept is very rare. . Seeing this, he thought of the various snacks packed by his colleagues, such as octopus balls, fried ice cream, cheese hot dog sticks, sweet potato chips, etc. In the original world, he could only watch and dare not eat them, but now he has no place to eat them. Even if Goodford is willing to try to make the foods he describes, developing and promoting them will not happen overnight.

"Master, do you have anything you want to eat? I'll buy it for you." Yang Yuyao gave up his plan to eat it himself and asked He Qianqing instead. Seeing He Qianqing's stunned expression, Yang Yuyao awkwardly added, "Or do you want to buy something?"

When He Qianqing saw Yang Yuyao's embarrassed look, he knew that he had finally realized why he had brought him out, but Yang Yuyao didn't know what to do. He Qianqing even discovered that Yang Yuyao was peeking at passers-by and wanted to imitate him, but gave up because he was too thin-skinned. Although he is so clumsy, as Yang Yuyao said, he will try his best to repay his emotions with actions.

"Well, I do have something I want," He Qianqing said with a smile. The hands held under his sleeves quietly became intertwined under He Qianqing's guidance. He took Yang Yuyao back to the street he had walked before and stopped in front of a small stall selling various odds and ends.

Although Yang Yuyao had walked this road before, he had no impression of this stall, and he didn't know what He Qianqing was interested in. This stall sells a variety of things. There are jade beads, bracelets, combs, hairpins, needlework, scissors and even women's rouge and gouache.

Precisely because there are so many varieties, all Yang Yuyao can do is pay after He Qianqing has selected them. Well, it seems that this is what his colleague Zhang Sheng did. In his words, he helped his girlfriend clear her shopping cart when she couldn't think of anything to give her. He also emphasized very seriously that clearing the shopping cart meant paying for all the items his girlfriend put in the shopping cart instead of deleting the items. Naturally, there is no concept of a shopping cart in this world, so it should be okay to pay for what you want to buy, right? Yang Yuyao thought uncertainly.

He Qianqing picked it very quickly. Maybe he had already taken a good look at it, but for some reason he didn't plan to come down at first. It was an exquisite small metal box, not even the size of an adult's hand. It felt like it couldn't hold anything. It didn't seem to have anything special. He didn't know what He Qianqing chose it for. However, Yang Yuyao paid decisively and ignored the stall owner's slightly thoughtful look.

"You said the boy you met at Fenglai Inn this morning was very good-looking? How good-looking? Is he the same as Yang Yuyao?"

"Oh, how can I compare this? I've never seen Yang Yuyao himself. But the boy's appearance is somewhat similar to Yang Yuyao's portrait!"

"I met a beautiful woman this morning, but it's a pity that she seems to have a master."

"...The sword cultivator who stayed at the Feng Lai Inn was so domineering that he flashed his sword to warn him without any explanation."

"You are very courageous, how dare you covet such a beauty with your little cultivation?"

"It is said that the young man who got off the carriage looks very similar to Yang Yuyao, the disciple of the Qingfeng Sect who had an accident half a year ago!"

"...I actually think that boy is a bit more beautiful than Yang Yuyao!"

Walking and stopping on the street, even if he didn't listen deliberately, Yang Yuyao's current cultivation level had allowed Yang Yuyao to easily hear the whispers of the people around him, not to mention those conversations that didn't even deliberately lower the volume. Although it was a lantern festival, the people who seemed to be having fun had their own thoughts. There were people who had normal feelings for each other, people who shared their lives, people who complained about injustice, etc... Including his brief appearance in front of everyone this morning, it also became a topic of conversation for these monks who came to play.

The good news is that things developed as he expected. Even in Wei Wuguo, which is far away from the Qingfeng Sect, the monks here still know his name. Some people have begun to connect him with the name "Yang Yuyao" and even started to speculate. relationship between the two. But based on what Yang Yuyao has heard so far, no one dares to guess that the person they saw is him. But there was also a topic of beauty comparison between himself and himself that Yang Yuyao didn't know how to evaluate... How much did these monks care about his face? Why do the topics always focus on appearance?

Of course, his relationship with He Qianqing and He Qianqing's identity were also discussed by these people. However, with so many people, no one recognized He Qianqing, which Yang Yuyao didn't expect. He Qianqing did not cover up his appearance at that time. But the emperor of the demon clan could recognize He Qianqing through the mask, but these human monks couldn't?

But if he recognizes it, he doesn’t know which direction the topic will develop. After all, people rarely talk about topics without bringing in their own emotions, and some malice is released intentionally or unintentionally. Now some of these monks have already speculated whether he is the favorite of "that sword cultivator". In addition, there are also thoughts about his body itself. And even with such words, those people still talked about them so unscrupulously that Yang Yuyao could easily hear them.

"Don't let other people's dirty words enter your mind." He Qianqing said through a message. He Qianqing could naturally hear what Yang Yuyao could hear. He wanted to block out those malicious voices for Yang Yuyao as he had done in the past, but he hesitated for a while and finally gave up the plan. He was able to block it for a while, but it was impossible to block it forever. Today, Yang Yuyao is no longer the little guy who spends most of his time at Qingyuan Peak and never goes out without He Qianqing. Such good looks are both a blessing and a curse for Yang Yuyao, and he has to learn to face them.

"Don't worry, Master, I'm fine." Yang Yuyao's voice transmission was as calm as he said, "After all, I know that Master is not who those people said. What they speculated is related to us. Irrelevant people who don’t exist.”

This kind of malice is not unfamiliar to Yang Yuyao. In his original world, even if his interpersonal circle was so small, there were people who were kind to him, and there were also people who were unhappy with him and full of malice. . And people, even at a very young age, can master words that hurt others. At the beginning, Yang Yuyao's grandfather did not realize that his unexpected grandson was extremely intelligent in addition to being born with a disease. So he sent Yang Yuyao to kindergarten like other parents.

At first, those children were just curious about this extraordinarily beautiful child, but as the relationship deepened, they found that this little boy, who was prettier than the girls, could not jump around and play like them, and had never seen him before. After passing his parents, only one grandfather took him to and from school. Some of the children's attitudes towards Yang Yuyao changed, and the bullying began.

However, Yang Yuyao has been smart since he was a child, and he can always easily avoid the usual abuses, but he cannot avoid the isolation and malicious words from other children. The kindergarten teacher tried hard, but he couldn't get in. From then on, Yang Yuyao began to study on his own. He felt that those wonderful knowledge was much more interesting than playing house with a group of little ghosts. At this time, Yang Yuyao's grandfather also realized that his grandson was extraordinary.

As professors in universities, there are not many who continue to teach even after reaching the legal retirement age. The same is true for senior professors like Yang Yuyao's grandfather. He wanted to teach students, but he could not leave the young Yang Yuyao alone at home, so he took Yang Yuyao to the university classroom. In this way, Yang Yuyao's amazing IQ was fully revealed. Prodigies are easy to attract criticism. Thanks to the strict management of the area where they live, there is no media coverage, and only the people living in that area know that such a genius is born here.

Later, when Yang Yuyao joined the institute early, he was aware of the criticism and slander against him. When he conquered the members of his team with his talent and ability, he encountered people who tried to unspoken rules for him. manage. It's just that in that world, perhaps because the country has stronger control over these bad remarks and rumors, people in that world are not as explicit as what is said here.

In fact, Yang Yuyao knew very well that if he hadn't been born and lived in that special area, he would definitely be an excellent traffic material.