On the other side, in an inn in Juntian Prefecture, Ji Yuan, who was practicing on the bed, felt something move in his heart, opened his eyes and looked towards the window.
About two breaths later, with a flash of light, the Qingteng Sword flew into the room and hovered in front of Ji Yuan, ringing with excitement.
"Buzz..."
Looking at Qingteng Sword's excited state, Ji Yuan smiled with relief. It seemed that the monster was killed successfully.
"Hmm? Is there anything unexpected going on?"
The Qingteng Sword and Ji Yuan are in tune with each other, but Ji Yuan can only feel its emotions and understand its general idea but not its exact meaning.
"Oh, everything is settled?"
"Buzz..."
The Qingteng Sword rotated its blade as if to seek credit.
"Okay, okay, you're the best!"
Ji Yuan also smiled. He didn't know what exactly happened, but the magic sword was spiritual and it could feel better than ordinary people whether the problem was resolved or not, so it should be fine.
At this point, Ji Yuan stretched out his hand and grasped the Qingteng Sword. He gently pulled out the blade and looked at it carefully. He found that the invisible word "kill" left behind was only a little dim, but there was still a faint mysterious energy entwined in the sword.
"You didn't kill it all with one sword?"
Ji Yuan asked, and then felt another proud vibration on the Qingteng Sword. It seemed that he really did not unleash all its power.
Ji Yuan thought about it and it was true. He might have piled up too much before, which caused a lot of the mysterious energy in his artistic conception of mountains and rivers to be consumed.
However, this is also of great benefit to the Qingteng Sword, and Ji Yuan will not lose out in the final analysis.
After all, I was influenced by a lot of online culture in my previous life. No matter what I saw or guessed, this mysterious and yellow energy that seemed to be meritorious was gathered in the immortal sword. In addition to tempering and making up for the shortcomings of the original material of the Qingteng Sword, it also contained a kind of mysterious change.
Ji Yuan put the sword back into its sheath and placed the Qingteng Sword diagonally on the bedside. Ji Yuan stretched his muscles and looked at the stars hanging in the sky outside the window.
"It's time to go to bed."
Lie on your side on the bed with your hand as a pillow. As you breathe in and out, you will feel the spiritual energy and the five elements in your body will flow with your breath.
Ordinary people breathe into their chests, warriors breathe into their abdomens, but every time Ji Yuan breathes in and out, the spiritual energy goes directly to his toes and flows throughout his body.
When the cock crowed the next day, Ji Yuan woke up naturally. The thing that was worrying him was resolved. He slept very well last night and also gained something from his practice.
"Haha, okay, time to go out!"
Ji Yuan stood up, put on his coat, picked up the bag hanging on the bedside, and walked towards the door. The Qingteng Sword, which had been silent all night, floated up, followed Ji Yuan with its sword body slanted, and flew to two fists behind him.
The door of the inn opened with a "creaky" sound. On the stool outside the door, there were willow branches, a pinch of salt and a face towel prepared by the innkeeper.
But now Jiyuan is free of dirt, and except for occasionally wanting to splash some clean water to refresh himself, he no longer needs to brush his teeth or wash his face.
He walked to the counter downstairs, checked out of the room, collected the deposit, and then Ji Yuan went out.
This Hong'an Inn was the inn where Ji Yuan stayed that year. He came here to stay again with the idea of seeing if he could find his lost luggage.
However, three years have passed, so the bag and umbrella can't be found anymore. There's nothing else, but it's a pity about the bamboo slips of chess manual. After all, it was given by the City God of Song, and it might have been burned as firewood long ago.
Juntianfu was still as bustling as ever. Walking in the city, Ji Yuan could occasionally smell a faint scent of osmanthus flowers, but he didn't know in which courtyard the osmanthus tree was blooming.
He walked along the entrance of the inn towards the west gate of the city. On the way, he bought a dozen dry biscuits and a bucket of pickles in a bamboo jar, and also bought an umbrella. Then he walked out of Juntian Prefecture without looking back and left into the distance.
About six or seven miles away from the city, I opened my eyes wide and looked back. The direction of the city was filled with rising energy. The colorful energy gathered above the city to form clouds. There were emotions, desires, hatred and resentment, which was also the norm in the market.
With a chuckle, Ji Yuan's walking speed began to change. It seemed as if the earth was shrinking under his feet, and he even hummed a tune in his mouth, almost like singing or chanting.
"Walking and singing...looking for fate; the world is bustling with people...all seeking for good fortune..."
After experiencing the game of chess, Ji Yuan often unconsciously visualized the artistic conception of mountains and rivers facing the real world. It was the same at this moment. He did not use any tricks while moving, but his figure was as ethereal as mist. The integration of his mood and artistic conception gave him a feeling of being integrated into the world.
Originally, Ji Yuan thought about going back to Desheng Prefecture first, but then he changed his mind and had another idea.
When he was holding the white pieces and fighting against the monster in the air before, Ji Yuan knew from the brief sense of the energy that Yin Zhaoxian had a new kind of literary aura. In addition, he could sense the might of the City God's roar from afar, so he was definitely not in his hometown of Ning'an.
The time period was so coincidental, and there was a new literary atmosphere. Ji Yuan could guess with just his toes that Master Yin would definitely pass the imperial examination, so he would definitely go to Gyeonggi Province to take part in the joint examination or even the palace examination next spring.
Since Yin Zhaoxian passed the imperial examination, he must first return to Ning'an County, and then set off at an ordinary person's speed, even if he might have to travel a long distance by boat or horse, if he wanted to go from Ning'an to the distant Zhili Jingji Prefecture, he had to set off immediately.
Dazhen is already an important step in Ji Yuan's determination of the general trend of humanity. His good friend Master Yin is also a key figure. Sooner or later, he will have to go to the imperial capital of a country to see the weather. In this case, Ji Yuan decided to meet Master Yin in Gyeonggi Prefecture next spring.
And it's a good opportunity for us to take a cruise on the Tongtian River. The second friend Ji Yuan made in this life and the first dragon he met was in the Tongtian River. I don't know if he is the god of the river or just lives in the river.
. . .
It was already noon of the second day after Ji Yuan left Juntian Prefecture. There was a tea stall with several horse-drawn carriages parked on the side of the official road ahead. It was a good place for passers-by to rest. Ji Yuan could not see clearly from a distance, but he could tell how popular it was and how many people there were.
Perhaps because a lot of customers had just arrived, the two shop owners, one old and one young, were a little too busy. When Ji Yuan arrived in front of the tea stall, he saw some of them making tea and some clearing the tables. When he passed by, he had to light a fire in the stove to circumvent the running water.
"Sir, please find a seat and sit down. We will serve you right away!"
The old man who was making tea shouted at Ji Yuan.
"It's okay, it's okay, you guys are busy!"
Ji Yuan replied and looked at the 8 tables in the tea shed. Almost every table was full of people, chatting with each other, drinking tea and eating cakes. Only two tables in the corner at the other end had empty seats, so Ji Yuan went over.
On one side of the two tables were two women with a child. The child turned a teacup upside down and kept hitting the cup with a pair of chopsticks "bang bang bang..." while the two women were eating snacks that didn't look very good and drinking tea.
On one side was a burly man with a bamboo hat on the table. Ji Yuan walked to the man's table without thinking.
"My dear brother, could you please sit here and rest for a while?"
The sturdy man had already seen Ji Yuan, and when he saw that he was actually going to sit here, he replied expressionlessly.
"Please!"
"Thank you very much!"
Ji Yuan bowed to the burly man and sat down, leaning his umbrella against the table and waiting for the store owner to come and serve him.
"If you don't mind, you can drink it first."
The sturdy man pushed his teapot forward and pointed at the teacup on the table and said to Ji Yuan.
"I'm a little thirsty, so I won't be polite!"
Faced with this man who looked like he had a face full of flesh to ordinary people, Ji Yuan naturally felt no pressure. He took a teacup, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.
"Hehehe...Sir, you are quite free and easy, not like an ordinary gentleman at all. Seeing you walking all the way from the official road, without an animal to help you walk, don't you feel tired?"
Although the sturdy man's tone was flat, it sounded different to Ji Yuan's ears.
Turning his head to look at another table nearby, besides the child who was still tapping the teacup tirelessly, two women who seemed to be wearing tight clothes were also looking at him. There was a vague sense of familiarity in the blur.
And it seemed like the strong man's words had triggered something. Ji Yuan felt that the aura of many people in the tea shed had also changed.
"This is really weird. I just went to have a cup of tea, but I got into trouble?"