There is no hope of turning stones into gold and hiding beauty in a golden house.
Although Shen Tang was disappointed, he did not dare to risk his own life.
As time passed by bit by bit, the dark blue clouds were dyed with a faint red-orange halo until the end of the night and dawn.
When a mischievous ray of morning sun kisses his eyelids, Qi Shan wakes up from his sleep.
He glanced at the sun, rubbed his right eye sleepily, and muttered softly.
"How do you get it right?"
Shen Tang said: "It's getting late at this point."
Qi Shan heard the sound and looked over, only to see Shen Xiaolangjun sitting on the bonfire roasting something.
"You didn't sleep all night last night?"
The rough linen prison uniform was wet with dew and clung to his skin with no wrinkles from deep sleep.
Shen Tang didn't even raise his head: "I didn't sleep. Too many things happened yesterday and I couldn't sleep. Mr. Qi, do you want to have a taste of my craftsmanship?"
As he spoke, he handed the tree branch in his hand to Qishan.
Only then did Qi Shan clearly see what was baking in Shen Tang's hand.
Three pancakes skewered on tree branches,
The pancake is about the size of an adult's hand. It is baked until both sides are browned, and it silently exudes the alluring aroma of burnt food.
In the wilderness, where did the cake come from?
No need to guess.
He was not polite to Shen Tang: "Thank you."
Qishan is a very particular person, and he has "preparatory activities" before eating the morning meal - he wets his handkerchief with water from the water bag, wipes the remaining sleepiness from his face, then takes out the toothwood from the bag and sprinkles some mint green powder on it.
Use the remaining water in the hydration bag to wipe your teeth and rinse your mouth.
After finishing the cleaning, I picked up the toasted pancakes.
"Huh? Why is it sweet?"
Although the sweetness is not strong and is mostly covered up by the crispiness, you can still taste it if you taste it carefully.
Shen Tang reveals the secret: "The tripod wok is as sweet as glutinous rice, but you can't get it if you ask for it."
After Qi Shan listened, his expression immediately became speechless, and even the cake in his mouth no longer tasted good.
He said helplessly: "...'The Cauldron is like a glutinous rice cake' comes from the righteousness song, and it is also a morale-boosting spirit. It has extremely high requirements for literary minds..."
Sincerity can’t get along with these words and spirits, right?
No matter what the effect is, it will be eaten in Shen Xiaolangjun’s hands?
How can I look directly at "the tripod wok is like glutinous rice" in the future?
"No matter what kind of word spirit it is, in my opinion, a word spirit is useful only if it can fill my stomach." Shen Tang blew on the hot pancake, carefully took a small bite, and followed the aroma of the food.
A sense of satisfaction spread in his mouth, and he suddenly felt a sense of happiness. "The sweets on the cakes are not just from the 'ding wok as sweet as sweets'. I found that this sentence was very draining on Wen Xin, so I gave up..."
Qishan: "..."
Did she harm other spirit spirits just for a piece of candy?
"Then which sentence did you choose?"
Shen Tang calmly stretched out his right hand: "Zhou Yuan is so sweet, and Jin Tea is so sweet."
A piece of caramel the size of a thumb appeared.
Qishan suddenly frowned: "This sentence..."
Shen Tang threw the candy into his mouth and chewed it. He chewed and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction: "What's wrong with this sentence?"
"No one has ever used it."
Shen Tang: "...Huh?"
"The speech spirits we use now all originate from those national seals, or in other words, from the thief star. The speech spirits recorded on them are as vast as smoke, and they are countless. It has been more than two hundred years since the thief star appeared. More and more words and spirits are used by capable people and strangers, but compared with the number of words and spirits that cannot be used, they are still the tip of the iceberg. This sentence 'Zhou Yuan is ugly, and the pansy is like wine' was just copied by me accidentally..."
He found it interesting and wrote it down.
Shen Tang: "..."
Qishan asked her: "What is the effect of these words?"
Just conjure up a candy?
Shen Tang didn't answer and asked instead: "Didn't Mr. Qi see it?"
Her eyes were too open and clear, as if you could see the bottom of a clear spring at a glance. Qishan couldn't tell whether she was hiding anything, but he knew that she was not simple on the outside. No more talking, the two of them ate the morning meal quietly, grilling a few Eat all the cakes, eat and drink enough, then prepare the bonfire.
Pack your things and get ready to hit the road.
Because the rough linen prison uniform on Shen Tang was too eye-catching, Qi Shan donated a clean old one. While Shen Xiaolang was changing his clothes, he accidentally stepped on a patch of softer soil.
"Huh?"
Squat down and push aside the weeds to find out.
He picked up a handful of loose, wet soil with his fingers and felt it carefully, and found that it was completely different from the barren sand that could fly away three steps away.
I don't know what he thought of. He drew out the sword from his waist with a swipe and thrust it into the rough ground. The blade of the sword entered the soil. At first, it was soft and easy to penetrate without any obstruction. After six inches into the soil, it became difficult to move even an inch. Some sticky soil is stuck on it.
He then pulled the sword out of the soil.
The dirt on the sword reflects the actual situation.
Qi Shan twisted the dirt on the edge of the sword and murmured thoughtfully: "Zhou Yuan is ugly, Jin Tu is like glutinous rice..."
The general meaning of this sentence is - Zhouyuan's land is fertile, and even bitter herbs can be as sweet as caramel.
Shen Xiaolangjun’s words...
What’s the focus on “caramel candy”?
Or in the "Zhouyuan Bibi" Bibi?
Qi Shan lowered his eyelids and wiped the sword body, put back the scabbard, stood up as if nothing had happened, and rubbed the soil with his clogs to cover up the sword marks. After a while, Shen Tang came out of the dense forest.
The clothes of an adult man were too wide for the eleven-twelve-year-old boy, so she had to use long straps to close the sleeves at her wrists, changing the sleeves from wide to narrow, and then raised the too-long hem to the level of her ankles. Then wrap the waist rope around your waist to secure the clothes.
Coupled with that handsome face that has a feminine look and a bit of wild temperament, it has the air of a romantic young man.
Shen Tang jogged a few steps: "Sir, come right now."
As the sun rose higher and the scorching sun became even more scorching, Shen Tang wiped the sweat with his sleeves: "Mr. Qi, didn't you conjure up a powerful spirit here? The third-class hairpin bird last night was a sword, a sword, a sword, and a halberd. It’s also a tall horse, so it’s very convenient for transportation.”
Qi Shandan asked her calmly: "Does Mr. Shen Xiaolang have the courage to fight?"
Shen Tang shook his head: "This... no..."
"Because I have no courage, I don't have a horse."
Dan Dan sentenced Shen Tang to "death" in one sentence.
Shen Tang almost breathed out soul smoke: "Why? Aren't all literary minds and brave men equal? Can't this kind of words and spirit be shared?"
She felt that her Wenxin was despised!
She looked down at her two thin bamboo pole-like legs, speechless and choked. Although the wounds on her feet were simply treated and she wore the soft-soled straw sandals Qi Shan lent her, the road was rough and she had to rely on two legs to get there. The nearest villages and towns, I don’t know how long it will take to reach...
Qi Shan glanced at Mr. Shen Tang, who seemed to have left his body, and laughed dumbly.
"There is no need to share this kind of spirit."
"How come it's not necessary?"
What does the tall horse in ancient times mean?
Equivalent to a luxury sports car!
"Generally speaking, when a scholar with a literate mind travels, he will be accompanied by carriages and horses, so why do he have to rely on himself like those reckless men?"
Shen Tang: "..."
After walking for a while, Qishan vaguely heard Shen Xiaolangjun, who was following him, murmuring feebly.
"Flying like lightning——"
He was about to be surprised that Shen Xiaolangjun had such extraordinary understanding that he could even master such a high-level speech spirit that increased the marching speed of the army.
Who would have thought that her next sentence would be——