It’s a pity that the ships going to various directions at the Immortal Ferry are not available immediately. The boundary flying boat is not a bus, and there are no fixed schedules and fixed stops.
When Hu Li and other foxes bravely entered the hall of Yuelu Mountain to handle boundary ferry affairs, the news they received made them quite disappointed.
"Master, you don't know either?"
Hu Li and a group of foxes all stood in front of the relevant governor of Yuelu Mountain. "Disappointment" was clearly written on all fifteen faces, which made the people around them and several cultivators of Yuelu Mountain couldn't help laughing. Although these foxes looked like adults, they were really "children" in their eyes, especially their clear and pure nature, which even these immortal cultivators liked.
The person on duty at Yuelu Mountain now is a monk who looks like an old man with a short beard. Seeing the foxes like this, he replied with a smile.
"After all, the Realm Ferry is a treasure of the various holy places and immortal sects. They don't urgently need to make money from it. Although they always go to some places every year, it's just for the convenience of their own teachers and fellow Taoists. I, Yuelushan, won't force them to list the routes in advance. Most of the time, when the Realm Ferry takes off from its place, the places they plan to stop along the way will naturally receive the induction, and the approximate date and other information will appear on the response board."
Governor Yuelushan said this while pointing to the signs hanging on the wall in the hall.
Although the foxes did not fully understand, they more or less understood what the old immortal cultivator meant. Basically, it was not possible to go to Lanzhou in the Western Regions immediately.
"Oh, I don't know how long it will take..."
"Yeah, it's terrible here, and we don't have enough money..."
"Why don't we go do some odd jobs? I see a lot of mortal shops over there are hiring workers."
"Is this okay?" "Why not? If it's not okay, then you can just pay less but provide food and lodging."
Several foxes started discussing there, while the other foxes were obviously very interested. This scene also made several monks in Yuelu Mountain smile knowingly. It was rare to see such monsters. If they were not really stupid and cute, with that kind of clearness and innocence, one would really doubt whether they were taught by some Taoist master.
At this time, Hu Li and his friends' discussion had come to an end, and Hu Li had the final say.
"Okay, let's do it this way. We'll find a suitable shop, go make some money, and live carefully here. When there's a suitable ferry, we'll go to Lanzhou in the Western Regions!"
"Yes!" "That's it." "That's it!"
It has to be said that the foxes' way of conversation was greatly influenced by the small characters. When Ji Yuan was in Wei's manor, the small characters and the paper cranes were not subject to any constraints. The foxes were also influenced by the small characters' magical conversations.
After making up their minds, the foxes did not forget etiquette and, led by Hu Li, saluted the monks of Yuelu Mountain together.
"Thank you for telling us, Immortal. We will come here often!"
"Thank you, Immortal!"
After the ceremony, the foxes turned around one after another. The monks from Yuelu Mountain behind them smiled at each other, and the old man in the middle also spoke.
"Please stay for now."
The foxes paused and turned their heads cautiously, but they did not sense any malice. Instead, they saw the old man take out a token and hand it to Hu Li.
"Here, with this token, it will be much easier to find some work, and it will also be safer."
Hu Li subconsciously took the token with both hands, only to see words written on both sides. The back side read: "The moon is above the willows, the deer are singing on the mountain top"; the front side read: "Deer Singing Bing Er".
"Thank you for the order, Immortal!"
"Go ahead, just give it back to me when you leave."
The foxes thanked the master profusely, unable to contain the excitement on their faces, jumping up and down with joy, some shouting while they ate, some shouting while others slept.
After the foxes left the hall, the people of Yuelu Mountain all laughed out loud.
“Hahahahaha… These foxes are really funny!”
"Yes, born as a demon, pure and innocent, this is a fox spirit!"
"Yes, the Jade Fox Cave is the sacred place of the fox clan. If all the foxes gathered here are spirit foxes like these, it will live up to the name."
The foxes could not hear what was said in the hall, but they were seen happily leaving the Yuelu Mountain Hall by Wang Youhong and others who had been keeping an eye on that direction.
But everyone had their own thoughts, and Lao Niu was also thinking that if Mr. Ji saw these foxes, he would surely be very interested.
…
Gradually, summer turned into autumn, and Mr. Ji, as people called him, had traveled all over the land of Zuyue in half a year. The war, which was crucial to both Dazhen and Zuyue, was also nearing its end.
The Dazhen army was unstoppable and had already passed Yongding Pass and invaded Zuyue, but the resistance they encountered was getting less and less.
Not only in Ji Yuan's eyes, but also in the eyes of many knowledgeable people in the two countries, the world's general trend has been determined. The destruction of Zu Yue is only related to the speed of the Dazhen army's advance and the speed of Champa's establishment of a new order, and Zu Yue's so-called resistance does not constitute much impact.
Standing on the top of the mountain near Yongding Pass, Ji Yuan counted with his fingers, looked to the north and smiled, then looked to the south again with his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Mr. Ji seems to be in trouble?"
Beside Ji Yuan, Hong Shengting, the mountain god of Tingqiu Mountain, appeared in front of him, holding a green bamboo tube in his hand.
Ji Yuan smiled at Hong Shengting.
"There is indeed something going on. It seems someone at home will come to see me. I have to go back..."
Having said that, Ji Yuan's eyes fell on the bamboo tube in Hong Shengting's hand.
"God Hongshan, what are you doing?"
"Oh, this one, uh, hehe."
Hong Shengting smiled as he lifted up the bamboo tube in his hand and opened the red stopper on it. Ji Yuan sniffed it and smiled.
"I thought it was some good wine, but it turned out to be just water!"
"Hahahaha... I'm sorry to disappoint you, sir!"
Hong Shengting laughed, then shook the bamboo tube and put the stopper in before speaking.
"Sir, I know you like wine, but I don't have any fine wine. How can I give you ordinary wine? But this water..."
Hong Shengting shook himself and looked towards the direction of Tingqiu Mountain.
"This water comes from the heart of the Tingqiu Mountain. It is a spring that emerges from under the mountain spirit stalactites. It is an extremely rare and precious thing. The bucket in Hong's hand is a hundred years of savings. Although it is not wine, if you use this water to help make wine, and add proper techniques, you will definitely get good wine!"
Ji Yuan's heart brightened and a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Yes, this is quite interesting!"
Ji Yuan directly reached out and took the bamboo tube from Hong Shengting's hand, weighed it and felt it.
"Fortunately, it's not just this small tube."
“Hahahahahaha, although I don’t have something as rare as the Qiandou Pot in your hand, I still have some valuable items.”
"In that case, thank you very much!"
"You're welcome, sir!"
Ji Yuan grabbed the rope of the bamboo tube and saluted towards Hong Shengting.
"Ji has something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."
"Please, sir!"
Hong Shengting also returned the gift and looked at Ji Yuan's back as he left on the cloud. He shouted again from behind.
"Mr. Ji, if you make good wine in the future, you must let me taste it!"
"Don't worry, God Hongshan!"
Ji Yuan responded with a smile, and after weighing the bamboo tube in the cloud, he put it into his sleeve.
Ordinary winemaking does not require much water, but the water in your hands can turn decay into something magical. In a sense, it is indeed more precious than wine.
…
At about this time, a woman in light pink clothes walked out of Ning'an County.
The woman was holding an oil-paper umbrella and carrying a gray bag. She was standing outside Ning'an County, looking at the familiar city with a happy expression on her face. It was Sun Yaya, whose foundation in cultivation had been consolidated.
'My hometown is still so peaceful and beautiful...'
When she got here, Sun Yaya suddenly started to become a little nervous. Although she had been exchanging letters with her family, she hadn't been back for many years. She didn't know what the latest situation was like at home, and how different her family members were from what she remembered.
With this feeling of uneasiness, Sun Yaya stepped into the city gate of Ning'an County.
As soon as you enter the city, the shouting sounds that are full of the breath of life become more and more obvious. This not only does not make Sun Yaya feel noisy, but makes her feel more peaceful.
Sun Yaya is certainly more radiant and ethereal now, but after entering the city, she also made necessary efforts to "hide her shortcomings", so although there are still many people looking at her, it does not cause much impact.
Sun Yaya did not go straight to her home in Tongshufang, but turned towards Tianniufang. Before she reached the entrance of the square, she already smelled a familiar fragrance.
Standing at a distant intersection, Sun Yaya looked with tears in her eyes at the noodle stall outside Tianniufang, which was full of memories and still familiar. A slightly hunched old man was busy running around there.
Although Sun Fu is old, his legs and feet are still nimble and his body is strong. He still sets up his stall at the old location almost every day and follows the rules of the Sun family noodle stall, as he did in the past and so does today.
It was just past dinner time, and there was only one customer at the noodle stall who ordered a bowl of soup. Sun Fu held the wooden tray in one hand and wiped the table tops with a rag in the other, cleaning up the tabletops that had been soiled by previous diners.
At a certain moment, Sun Fu seemed to suddenly feel something. He looked up and saw a woman in red standing in front of the stall looking at him.
Sun Fu's heart skipped a beat. He shook his head and asked carefully.
"Girl...what do you want?"
Hearing this question, tears welled up in Sun Yaya's eyes.
"Grandpa! It's Yaya, it's Yaya!"
"Bang..."
Sun Fu's lips trembled and the tray in his hand fell to the ground. Thousands of words gathered in his throat, and in the end only a simple sentence came out.
“Yaya… you’re back… it’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back!”
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