Feng Qingyan put his hands behind his hands and looked into the distance, frowning slightly.
"It's a pity that it escaped..."
It will not be a good thing if you are worried about a great evil being who is comparable to a great Confucian.
However, the mountain soul has just ascended to the position of mountain god, so it may be difficult to destroy the great evil.
He retracted his thoughts and looked at the unfamiliar square characters on the tombstone, but he felt a bit familiar in his heart, especially the structure of the characters...
If I insist on knowing it, I'm afraid I can only recognize the word "Tomb".
After a while, his eyes moved away from the tombstone and landed on a city far south of the mountain. It was time to get to know the world.
But before going down the mountain, he still needed to make some preparations.
That is to pick some sellable mountain herbs. No matter which world you are in, money is always indispensable. Although there are many tombs in the mountains, including the tombs of princes and generals, Feng Qingyan has not thought about robbing tombs.
A gentleman's love for money comes from having the right way.
Besides, he was not so desperate that he would rob tombs to get ill-gotten gains.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
"It's time for me to go down the mountain."
Feng Qingyan turned around and said to Shanhun who had been following him.
Although it has been a god for two days, it is still unable to transform, and it will take a long time to transform. At this time, although it cannot understand what Feng Qingyan is saying, it seems to feel it, and it seems very reluctant to let go...
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"There is no banquet in the world. Besides, I just went down the mountain to take a look."
Feng Qingyan smiled slightly when he saw it and said, regardless of whether the mountain soul could understand it or not, he said more seriously: "But before going down the mountain, I have something to give you. I hope you will remember it."
"Being a god brings peace to others."
After saying this, Feng Qingyan bowed slightly, then turned around and walked down the mountain.
The mountain soul really couldn't understand what Feng Qingyan was saying, but when he saw Feng Qingyan saluting him, he was so frightened that he "knelt down" quickly.
When he went down the mountain, the mountain spirit followed him.
However, what made him a little embarrassed was that he had not walked out of the mountain after walking for a day. As a last resort, he spent another night in the mountain, eating roast chicken that Shanhun had stolen from somewhere, and continued walking down the mountain the next day.
It wasn't until the morning of the third day that he finally left the mountain.
At this time, he stood on a hilltop to the south of Burial Mountain and saw several thatched houses of different sizes at the mouth of the valley at the foot of the mountain. In front of it stood a large flag fluttering in the wind. Farther away there was a building full of the atmosphere of time.
's city.
The moment he walked out of the mountain, he vaguely felt an aura different from that of the mountain.
This may be the aura of the holy way.
"Let's go back."
Feng Qingyan looked at it for a while, then turned around and said to Shanhun.
But as soon as he took two steps, waves of dizziness hit him, and the whole world spun.
"I'm fine..."
His body was shaky, but he shook his head and tried to stay awake, signaling to the mountain soul behind him who didn't want to leave not to worry.
After taking a short rest, Feng Qingyan stepped on the snow and walked step by step towards the thatched house. He heard the crisp sound of children reading in the distance. Although he couldn't understand what the children were reading, he could hear the rhythm and rhythm of the sounds.
It turned out to be the sound of reading.
Is this a village school?
But there was no village nearby, only a city in the distance, which looked like it might be a private academy.
Feng Qingyan looked at it but didn't come closer.
He carried a large bundle of mountain herbs on his back, walked across a stone bridge several feet long, and continued walking towards the ancient city more than ten miles away. On the way, there was quite a lot of snow, and he carried dozens of kilograms of mountain herbs, plus Qi and blood.
Deficiency caused me to be weak and I walked very slowly...
As time goes by, the ancient city is getting closer and closer.
When he walked into the ancient city with expectations, he found that there were cries and mourning everywhere in the city, and the whole ancient city was filled with a faint sadness.
He saw many people hanging mourning flags, and Wei Wei understood it as soon as he thought about it.
This was most likely the work of evil spirits, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
As he walked, he observed carefully.
For example, in front of a steamed bun shop, a listless short and fat vendor kept shouting two pronunciations. This is most likely the pronunciation of "baozi".
Then, an old woman with a sad face bought ten buns and gave them five copper coins.
This shows that one copper coin is worth two buns.
I didn't hear clearly the conversation between the two.
Feng Qingyan walked along with the herbs on his back and passed three or four wine shops. Wine flags with the same word were hung diagonally outside the houses.
This shows that it is a word for "wine".
However, when he carefully observed his surroundings, many people were looking at him, and some even curious people pointed at him.
He was dressed in white as snow, floating out of the dust, like a prince. He should have been riding in a luxurious carriage, with servants at the front and back. But now, he was trudging forward with a large bundle of mountain herbs on his back, which was very inconsistent with his personal image of a handsome prince.
, it’s hard not to attract others’ attention.
As time went by, more and more people came to see him on the street.
There are also women who bring melons and fruits.
A luxurious carriage passed by on the street. Hearing the commotion outside, the nobleman in the carriage curiously opened the curtain on one side and saw Feng Qingyan, who was dressed as white as snow but carrying herbs on his back. He was a little surprised and said: "That's quite a bit.
With the dragon and phoenix posture, no wonder women are watching..."
At this time, the noble man whispered something to the old slave beside the car, and he saw the old slave respectfully took the wishful bag containing the money and walked quickly towards Feng Qingyan.
Feng Qingyan refused the melons and fruits offered by the woman, as well as the money presented by the nobleman in the car.
However, after refusing, they all bowed to the woman and the luxurious carriage to express their gratitude.
"One more point."
The noble man in the car smiled slightly, put down the slightly raised car curtain, and said to himself: "What kind of grace would it be if a person with 'dragon and phoenix looks, natural nature' appeared in the world?"
Then, the noble man signaled to leave.
With the help of enthusiastic people, Feng Qingyan soon came to a medicine hall.
Although he didn't understand what the other party said and never said a word, he successfully sold the mountain herbs by observing his words.
Although there are many valuable medicinal herbs in the mountains, he really can't carry them. Of course, he can collect many valuable mountain medicinal herbs, mainly with the help of the mountain soul.
After he sold the wild herbs, passers-by on the street no longer thought he was strange.
So he continued to observe in the city...
During the observation process, he set two goals for himself, one is to learn the local language in a short time, the other is to quickly understand the world, and the third is to learn the characters of this world.
While passing by a restaurant, there were several young people upstairs who were all well-dressed and drunk. When they saw Feng Qingyan, who was so refined on the street, one of the young men drunkenly shouted at Feng Qingyan: "This guy
Brother in white, please come upstairs to gather together, have a drink with us, express your feelings, and be intoxicated, wouldn't it be great?"
But Feng Qingyan on the street seemed to turn a deaf ear.
This attitude made the young man who sent the invitation secretly angry. However, he believed that the other party probably didn't realize that he was calling him, so he didn't respond, so he couldn't help but call again.
Unfortunately, the young man in white downstairs still ignored him.
This not only made the young man who shouted angry, but also made all the young people very unhappy. I saw that you are a scholar and have an extraordinary temperament, so I invited you to drink and express your feelings together.
You turned a blind eye, you were so arrogant.
At this time, the faces of all the young people were a little confused. Their enthusiasm was gone, and the wine in their glasses was already tasteless.
"snort!"
The young man who called out snorted coldly, and his face became a little ugly.