There is no hope of turning stone into gold or keeping a beautiful woman in a golden house.
Although Chen Tang was disappointed, he didn't dare to risk his life.
As time passed bit by bit, the dark blue clouds were dyed with a circle of light red and orange halo until the night ended and dawn came.
When a playful beam of morning sunlight kissed his eyelids, Qishan woke up from his sleep.
He glanced at the sun, rubbing his right eye sleepily while mumbling softly.
"Why is it so late?"
Chen Tang said, "It's not early at this point."
When Qi Shan heard the sound, he looked over and saw Young Master Shen sitting by the campfire roasting something.
"You didn't sleep last night?"
The coarse linen prison uniform was wet with dew and stuck to his skin, without any wrinkles from sleeping.
Chen Tang didn't even raise his head: "I didn't sleep. Too many things happened yesterday and I couldn't sleep at all. Mr. Qi, do you want to taste my cooking?"
As he said this, he handed the branch in his hand to Qishan.
Qi Shan then saw clearly what Chen Tang was roasting in his hands.
Three cakes strung together by tree branches,
The pancake is about the size of an adult's palm. It is baked until both sides are golden brown, quietly emitting the tempting burnt food aroma.
Where can we get bread in this remote place
No need to guess.
He didn’t bother to be polite with Chen Tang: “Thank you.”
Qishan was a man who paid attention to details. He would do some "warm-up activities" before having breakfast. He would wet a towel with the clean water in the water bag, wipe away the remaining sleepiness on his face, take out a toothbrush from his bag, sprinkle some mint green powder on it, and use the remaining water in the water bag to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth.
After finishing the cleaning, I picked up the roasted pancake.
"Huh? Why is it sweet?"
Although the sweetness is not strong and is mostly covered by the crispiness, you can still taste it if you taste it carefully.
Chen Tang reveals the secret: "The food in the pot is as sweet as honey, but it is hard to get it."
After hearing this, Qi Shan's expression immediately became indescribable, and even the cake in his mouth no longer smelled delicious.
He said helplessly: "…'The cauldron is like honey' comes from the Song of Righteousness, and it is also a spiritual word that boosts morale, and it requires a very high level of literary talent…"
Are you really trying to make things difficult for these word spirits
No matter what the effect is, it’s edible in Shen Xiaolangjun’s hands
How can I face the "pot of honey" in the future
"No matter what kind of words it is, in my opinion, only words that can fill my stomach are useful." Chen Tang blew on the hot pancake and carefully tasted a small bite. As the aroma of the food spread in his mouth, he suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction. "The maltose on the pancake is not just from 'Ding Huo Gan Ru Yi'. I found that this word consumes a lot of literary energy, so I gave it up..."
Qishan: “…”
So she harmed other word spirits for a piece of candy
"So which one did you choose?"
Chen Tang calmly stretched out his right hand: "Zhou Yuan is juicy and jujube is as sweet as honey."
A thumb-sized piece of maltose appeared.
Qi Shan suddenly frowned: "This sentence..."
Chen Tang threw the candy into his mouth and chewed it, squinting his eyes in satisfaction: "What's wrong with this word spirit?"
“No one has ever used it.”
Chen Tang: “…Huh?”
"All the words we use now come from those national seals, or rather, from that shooting star. The words recorded on them are as vast as smoke, and there is no telling how many there are. Over the past two hundred years since the shooting star appeared, more and more words have been used by talented people, but compared to the words that cannot be used, they are still the tip of the iceberg. This sentence, 'The Zhouyuan is lush and green, and the violets are like sweets', is just something I copied down by chance..."
He thought it was interesting and wrote it down.
Chen Tang: “…”
Qi Shan asked her, "How effective is this spiritual word?"
Just conjure up a piece of candy
Chen Tang did not answer but asked: "Didn't Mr. Qi see it?"
Her eyes were too open and clear, like a clear spring whose bottom could be seen at a glance. Qi Shan was not sure if she was hiding anything, but he knew that she was not as innocent as she seemed. They stopped talking and ate breakfast quietly, finishing all the baked cakes. After they were full, they cleaned the bonfire.
Pack up and get ready to hit the road.
Because the rough linen prison uniform on Chen Tang was too eye-catching, Qi Shan donated a clean old piece of clothing. While Young Master Chen was changing his clothes, he accidentally stepped on a piece of relatively soft soil.
"Huh?"
I squatted down, pushed aside the weeds and found out what was going on.
I picked up a handful of loose, soft soil with my fingers and felt it carefully, and found that it was completely different from the barren sandy soil that raised dust three steps away.
He didn't know what he was thinking of, but he drew out the sword from his waist and thrust it into the soil. The sword tip entered the soil, which was soft and easy to penetrate at first, without any obstruction. But after six inches of soil, it became difficult to move forward, as the sword tip was entangled by some sticky soil.
He pulled the sword out of the ground again.
The mud on the sword accurately reflects the situation.
Qi Shan twisted the dirt on the blade of his sword and murmured thoughtfully: "The Zhouyuan is lush and the violets are sweet..."
The general meaning of this sentence is that the land in Zhouyuan is fertile, and even the violet bitter herbs are as sweet as maltose.
Mr. Shen's words...
Is the focus on "maltose"
Or is it the "Zhouyuan Luanluan"
Qi Shan lowered his eyelids to clean the sword, put it back into the scabbard, stood up as if nothing had happened, and rubbed the dirt with his clogs to cover the sword marks. After a while, Chen Tang came out of the dense forest.
The clothes for adult men were too big for a teenager of eleven or twelve, so she had to use long straps to gather the sleeves at the wrists, changing the wide sleeves to narrow sleeves, and then lift up the overly long hem to level with the ankles, and then wrap a waist rope around her waist to secure the clothes.
With that handsome face that looks feminine but has a bit of wildness, he has a bit of the flavor of a romantic young man.
Qi Shan called out, “Young Master Shen, let’s go, follow me.”
Chen Tang trotted a few steps: "Sir, I'll be right there."
As the sun rose higher, the scorching heat became more intense. Chen Tang wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves. "Mr. Qi, don't you have a Word Spirit that can conjure up a tall horse? Last night, that third-class hairpin bird had swords, spears, halberds, and a tall horse. It would be very convenient for transportation."
Qi Shan asked her calmly, "Does Young Master Shen have the courage to fight?"
Chen Tang shook his head: "This... No..."
"Because I don't have the courage, I don't have a horse."
With just one sentence, Dandan sentenced Chen Tang to "death".
Chen Tang almost vomited soul smoke: "Why? Aren't literary mind and martial courage equal? Can't this kind of words be shared?"
She felt that her literary talent was despised!
She looked down at her two thin bamboo-like legs and was speechless. Although the wound on her foot had been treated simply and she had put on the soft-soled straw sandals that Qi Shan had lent her, the road was rugged and she didn't know how long it would take to reach the nearest town on foot...
Qi Shan glanced at Young Master Chen Tang, who seemed to be out of his body, and laughed in silence.
"There is no need to share this kind of words."
"How is it unnecessary?"
What does the tall horse in ancient times represent
Equivalent to a luxury sports car!
"Generally speaking, a scholar with literary talent would have carriages and horses to accompany him when he travels. Why would he have to rely on himself like those reckless men?"
Chen Tang: “…”
After walking for a while, Qi Shan vaguely heard Mr. Shen, who was following behind him, mumbling weakly.
"Lightning speed—"
He was just about to be surprised at Young Master Shen's extraordinary comprehension, as he even knew such advanced words that could increase the army's marching speed.
Who knew her next sentence would be—
"Dayun Motorcycle!"
Qishan: “???”