Beep beep beep!
Shen Tang was just about to fold his clothes and go to bed. He took down the fork to close the window. Just as he was about to close it, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a black shadow passing across the bright moon.
Immediately afterwards, a beeping sound was heard.
Shen Tang pushed open the window and secured it with a fork.
But I saw a bird standing outside the window.
This bird is only the size of a palm, with bright blue-black color from forehead to nape, showing different colors under the light. Its feathers are densely mixed with emerald horizontal stripes. Its abdomen is a slightly lighter chestnut brown, while its back is emerald blue and its beak is bright red.
Bright color and light body.
Seeing Shen Tang open the window, it was not afraid of strangers at all. It flapped its wings and jumped into her palm, tilted its head, and made a crisp "chirp" sound. Shen Tang was just confused when a magical scene happened - the kingfisher suddenly melted into a sticky, gelatinous dark blue aura.
"This literary aura—is it Yuanliang?"
As soon as the words fell, the dark blue aura spread out and turned into a dark blue flowered paper. The flowered paper was blank, except for a cute cat head with a crooked head drawn on the lower right corner. Without even looking, one could tell that this was Qi Yuanliang's baby Su Shang.
"What's the meaning?"
Is the drawing paper blank
Shen Tang looked at it over and over again.
Huo Di remembered something, took off the Wenxin seal from his waist and covered it. The previously blank flower paper slowly showed familiar handwriting, which was Qi Yuanliang's. Qi Shan sent a message, briefly saying that he and Zhao Feng had successfully captured the target, the bandit's nest was quite fertile, and there was also a major discovery, that there was a financial backer behind the bandit's nest, who was one of the powerful people in He Yin.
Qishan has collected the evidence.
Qishan was also worried that Shen Tang was short of manpower, so he wrote to ask about the situation. When Shen Tang saw the last sentence, he was sure that the bird was really created by Qishan.
Not only can it deliver letters, it can also authenticate identities. For a scholar, what could be more convincing proof than a seal? Fortunately, Shen Tang had seen Qi Shan's pile of spiritual writings, otherwise he would not have known what that bird was.
So, here comes the question.
How should I reply to Qishan
Shen Tang dug out the relevant memories.
The words seemed to be—
Shen Tang closed his eyes, focused his mind, and hummed softly,
"There are not many roads to Pengshan."
A ball of colorless gas gradually condensed from her palm, expanding from the size of a pea to the size of a fist, which was very similar to the first time she condensed the letter. However, the colorless and transparent gas did not turn into a letter, but unfolded into a blank piece of letter paper.
Looking at the clean letter paper, and then thinking about Qi Shan's dark blue letter paper with a tilted cat head drawn in the corner - she seemed to have discovered the introverted and coquettish nature of Qi Yuanliang!
"Now that we have paper, what do we do with the pen and ink?"
This question did not stump her for long.
She soon discovered that this piece of letter paper was actually "touch-screen operated" and she could write on it by gathering a small amount of literary energy on her fingertips.
Shen Tang wrote eloquently, filling up an entire sheet of paper.
He boasted about how heroic and dashing he was, and how he led a group of 25 people who were just idling around to easily kill their way through two bandit camps.
"The bluebird is eager to come and visit." As the words fell, the letter turned into a fat and round bird. This bird was different from Qi Shan's light body. It flapped its pitiful little wings with great effort and flew away under Shen Tang's worried gaze.
Shen Tang: "... Can this thing be delivered?"
It can be delivered.
It's just that the speed is really slow.
It was more than half an hour later that Qishan received the reply. He was flying and stopping, and wasted a lot of time on the way. Qishan was almost hit by a piece of meat falling from the sky. Looking at the fat bluebird who was panting and exhausted, he had a subtle expression.
Zhao Feng's action of preparing to shoot the bird froze for a moment - he thought it was a fat bird passing by and was about to catch a bite, but who knew it was a letter deliveryman. Looking at the bird that was obviously abnormally fat, he exclaimed in surprise: "Is this a reply from Master Shen?"
Qishan held the fat bird in both hands.
Some don't want to open.
Shen Tang didn't know that the size of the letter bird was related to the number of words in the letter. The more words, the fatter it was. The bird was so fat, and considering Shen Xiaolangjun's mouth that liked to talk nonsense, Qi Shan could almost imagine how much nonsense the content was.
Zhao Feng asked: "Don't you want to take a look?"
Qishan: "To be honest, I don't really want to."
Although he expressed disdain, he still gave Shen Tang face.
After all, he is our lord.
The content of the letter was exactly what Qishan had expected.
Shen Tang not only wrote to Qi Shan, but also to Chu Yao and Kang Shi - this word spirit is really interesting and he hasn't had enough fun with it yet.
Ask Chu Yao how the elderly, the weak, women and children are being settled, and whether they have been discovered by the bandits in the mountains. If they have been discovered, kill all the bandits and leave no one alive. Ask Kang Shi how the fishing enforcement is going, and whether there are any bandits who are tempted by the money.
Chu Yao was slightly surprised when he received the bird.
This kind of message transmission is not easy to learn.
Even if you learn it, the distance is extremely limited.
"Teacher, what a fat bird!"
Lin Feng had just finished reading today's Filial Piety Sutra, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a huge shadow falling on his teacher Chu Yao's head.
Chu Yao was forced to bow his head by the fat bird: "This is a blue bird."
"So fat?"
She also has an education.
Don't bully her for her lack of education.
"The size of the bluebird is related to the number of words."
Chu Yao opened the letter and took the opportunity to explain to Lin Feng the relevant Word Spirits - in fact, there are quite a few Word Spirits that can send messages, but the Blue Bird one is more popular and cost-effective.
The distance is relatively far and the number of words is relatively large.
Most importantly—
It consumes less energy and has a high accuracy in transmitting messages.
Lin Feng watched in amazement as her teacher raised his hand and the writing became a brush, which then formed words. She couldn't help but murmur in envy, "The spirit of words is truly magical... Teacher, can I say a few words to my husband? Just two sentences, and I promise not to say too many words!"
"you say."
Apart from teaching, Chu Yao was very kind to Lin Feng and Tu Rong at other times, especially to Lin Feng, whom he treated like his own son.
I simply wrote about thirty words.
Chu Yao swung his sword.
The letter rolled up automatically.
He chanted: "You say I am worthy of you, the blue bird shows my red heart."
Lin Feng looked at the bluebird enviously as it flapped its wings and flew high.
I am increasingly looking forward to the day when I can successfully condense my literary mind.
On the second day, a shrill whistle was heard from the bandit camp.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up everyone!"
"Don't you want to get up? Be careful of my whip!"
The days are short and the nights are long in winter, and it was still completely dark at this moment. The twenty-five atmosphere groups that were sent out had already woken up on time, either beating gongs and drums or kicking people's butts.
The bandits from the two captured bandit camps were now gathered together, and each of them was registered. No one was allowed to escape!
Not to mention people, even the old panting dog at the door must be kicked up, no one is allowed to sleep!
Is there bed gas
hehe-
If you don’t wake up now, don’t ever wake up!
At first, some people didn't believe it and shouted "I'm going to kill you". The next moment, their bodies were separated and blood spurted onto the faces of the bandits who had not yet gotten up. Everyone was so scared that they dared not move.
They looked tremblingly in the direction where the sword light appeared, and saw the handsome young man in the daytime, now wearing a cloak on his shoulders, with a cold expression like a devil from hell.
He uttered a whisper more terrifying than that of a demon: "If there is still someone who cannot get up after ten breaths, everyone present will sleep forever."
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