Near the mountain and lake, the two of them were lying leisurely on bamboo chairs, and the girl muttered something like, "Fish, fish, come quickly, come into my belly, Om Mani Padme Moo"
"Girl Jing has learned well. After reciting this spell, the fish will be hooked soon, and your little bucket will not be able to hold it."
After hearing this, the girl hurriedly recited it several times. Maybe the fish heard the girl's spell. After a while, the girl's fishing rod moved. Wei Jing jumped up happily, started and closed the rod with skillful movements, and took a closer look.
Pointing at the small fish with two fingers, the girl smiled happily and chirped: "Brother Xiaofeng, look, I really caught it. Brother Xiaofeng, you are so powerful. You should have taught me this spell a long time ago, hehe."
"Before, you were under age and your skills were still shallow. Even if you recited the spell, it might not be effective. You see, this is not the case. The incantation was only recited based on the situation."
The boy pretended to be profound, but the girl believed it.
In Wei Jing's eyes, Brother Xiaofeng knows everything. He can learn everything as soon as he can, and he will never forget anything he has seen. What is that word? Yes, photographic memory! Well, he is not bad either.
You can learn how to do it. Brother Xiaofeng is a big genius, and I am a little genius. If I can marry Brother Xiaofeng in the future, there will be no happier thing in the world.
When she thought of this, the girl blushed with embarrassment. Then she thought about her grandfather saying that it was best not to get too close to Brother Xiaofeng, and the girl frowned. Brother Xiaofeng is so smart and good, why doesn't grandfather like him? It's really hard.
Do it, alas.
Feng Ziqing watched the expression of the little girl in front of him change so quickly that it was staggering. Sure enough, no matter where the girl was, when she reached a certain age, she would be unpredictable.
The two of them fished all afternoon, and the girl's small bucket could no longer hold it. She was enjoying it at first, but now the enthusiasm has long since passed.
Feng Ziqing also caught similar numbers, including two moontail fish.
"Girl Jing, let's go. It's time to go back. I'll keep the moontail fish. You can decide whether you want to share the rest with other people in the village or take it home and eat it yourself."
"Well, okay, I can't eat so much. People in the village don't fish much, so they should be very happy to see fish to eat."
She is such a kind little girl. How did the village chief teach her? Nothing happened all afternoon. It seems that she can only wait until the evening.
Back at Qingfeng Village, the two of them separated.
Feng Ziqing returned to the courtyard and poured the fish into the water tank. The fish flapped its tail a few times and quickly merged into the fish group.
Chen Shiye was whittling short bamboo sticks with a hatchet in the yard. When Feng Ziqing came back, he laughed and scolded him and asked him to cook. The latter had no choice but to obey orders because he was a wounded person.
After dinner, we chatted for a while. We were not allowed to come and go freely, and there was no entertainment. We had to think of ways to pass the time by ourselves. Playing chess while it was still dark was a good choice.
When two armies confront each other, they are either dead or wounded.
"People are like chess pieces. They are born with no choices. Xiaofeng, it's not a bad idea to follow the steps and live a stable life within the rules."
"There is a difference between human and chess. The chess pieces are dead objects, and people have their own ways of living. It's okay for chess pieces not to know that they are chess pieces. How can people be willing to do so if they know they are chess pieces? Uncle Chen, do you think so?"
The man was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed and said: "You kid, where did you learn these vile words, and you still got involved with me, do you need a spanking!?"
"No, no, you were the one who got sore first, okay? I'm just following your example, hehe."
The two chatted like this for a while. Halfway through the chess game, it was already dark and the moon was high.
"That's it. It's getting dark and it's time to go to bed. We're running out of candles at home. You can go to Lao Liu's house tomorrow and bring some over. You're welcome."
"Why didn't you tell me yesterday? You still had to make a trip from me. It was really tiring."
"Hey, you're still having fun with me, right? I've got my stick."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I'm going, I'm going!"
"I can't cure you yet, brat." The man picked up the bamboo pole beside him, limped, laughed and cursed, and returned to his room. After a while, the lights in the room went out.
"I was born to work hard, alas." Feng Zi sighed softly and stood up to clean up.
Half an hour later, he got up from the bed, took out the dagger he had not returned from the bedside, and quietly went out under the moonlight.
In a small bamboo house near a mountain lake, I was lying on a bamboo chair with a gentle breeze. The moonlight was shining brightly outside the house, and cicadas were chirping in midsummer. There were constant cries everywhere. Although the village was strange, there were no mosquitoes in the village, which was a lot of relief.
It was boring now, a feeling of sleepiness came over me, and the wind gradually fell asleep.
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Near midnight, a bright light suddenly flashed through the bamboo house, accompanied by the sound of a sword.
Feng Ziqing was instantly awakened. When he took a closer look, he saw constant ripples in the sky above the center of the lake. It seemed that an invisible barrier was being attacked. Not long after, a crack appeared in the sky above the center of the lake, and then continued to expand. A man came out with a sword.
, standing in mid-air.
The man holding the sword frowned, swung his long sword, and a stream of sword energy flew through the air and flew towards Qingfeng Village. As the sword energy came out, the cracks in the sky in the middle of the lake slowly merged until they disappeared.
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In Qingfeng Village, in the second floor of the bamboo building in the north of the village, there is a large clock floating in the air. The outside of the clock is embedded with strange talisman patterns, which are exactly the same as the talisman patterns on the village altar, which is quite weird.
At the altar in the center of the village, as the man swept out with a sword, several rays of red light emerged from the strange runes. After a few breaths, the red light converged into one and shot towards the second floor window of the bamboo building.
In three breaths, the red light came to the window on the second floor. Just as the red light was about to shine into the house, a silent sword energy flashed past. The red light disappeared into smoke and disappeared, and the village returned to its original state.
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Over a nearby mountain lake, under the moonlight, the man was hanging in mid-air, looking at Feng Ziqing silently.
Feng Ziqing looked at the man floating in the distance. He was about 30 years old, with a tall and straight figure, sword-like eyes and starry eyebrows. He was wearing a black military-style animal-faced armor, a helmet with black feathers, and a dark red cloak on his shoulders.
There was still blood on his cloak, and he was wearing black armor and red ponchos. He was dressed in a solemn and frightening manner, and he was holding a three-foot long sword with a cold light.
Feng Ziqing blurted out and praised: "You are so handsome. This outfit, this momentum, and this sword make it look very powerful!"
The man frowned and looked at the young man in front of him carefully.
He was somewhat calm, with a bit of surprise in his eyes. He clenched his hands vertically into fists to relieve the tremors in his body. It seemed that the scene he had just appeared had shocked the young man quite a bit.
The young man did not feel any spiritual power or fluctuations in martial arts in his body. He was a mortal. Judging from his expression just now, it seemed that he had never seen a practitioner. Seeing that he was walking in the air, he did not shout or try to escape. He first praised
After a few words, dare to face yourself.
This is a young man who should have never seen the world, but he can perform like this. There is a bit of appreciation in the man's eyes.
The man said: "What is your name and why are you here?"
Feng Ziqing was stunned, huh? Why are you here? I should be the one to ask. He suppressed the excitement in his heart. He finally saw an outsider. He could fly. He looked like a general. The world was indeed very different.
!
"My surname is Feng, Feng Ziqing. I grew up in Qingfeng Village. What about you, what do you call me and where do you come from?"
The man sheathed his sword and slowly landed on the ground. His momentum gradually became calmer. "My name is Deng Zhi. I am currently serving as a general. I have been ordered to investigate this matter."
Feng Ziqing clasped his hands and said, "General Deng, I have a few small questions to ask you. Is it okay?"
The man was stunned for a moment, but he also knew how to take a preemptive strike and said, "Ask."
Feng Ziqing clenched his fists, said hello secretly, pointed to the bamboo house next to him, and said: "General Deng, how about we go inside to chat."
Deng Zhi nodded, and the two of them entered the bamboo house and sat down.