In the hot summer afternoon, a few people hid under the tea stall shed.
The city lord slowly put a mouthful of double-skinned milk into his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.
She was very satisfied with the double-skinned red beans, which had the fragrance of milk and the sweetness of red beans.
But the most enchanting thing is the cold, smooth and tender taste that lingers between the lips and teeth, sliding down from the tip of the tongue to the throat.
After it settled in my stomach, I woke up from most of my summer mood, "Yes, it would be nice to have such a dessert every afternoon."
After flying all the way west for another seven or eight days, Su Pingan and the others were getting closer and closer to Wind Breeze Valley.
They had also stayed on the ground in the past few days, but except for a pair of bear paws, they did not collect any top-quality ingredients.
There are no ghost words, and Yu Sheng still only has the four pieces in his hand.
He meditated all day long, but never understood it thoroughly. Finally, he simply put it aside and continued practicing calligraphy.
He planned to go to Wind's Breath Valley to do more detailed research. He remembered that there were many ghost articles there, which should be able to give him some reference.
Two days later, while Yu Sheng and the others were sitting and sipping tea, a gust of wind suddenly came up. If Xianyu hadn't been big enough, he would have been blown away.
"Wind's Breath Valley has arrived." Yu Sheng understood instantly, "Fly close to the edge of the valley, I don't want to be blown back to the Eastern Wasteland."
"Understood." Xianyu agreed, leaned to the side and lowered his body.
Yu Sheng and the others came to Xianyu and asked, "Is this the Wind Breathing Valley?" Where Ye Zi pointed his eyes, a valley with bright walls stood quietly in front of him.
"Yes", Yu Sheng nodded.
"It doesn't look like anything impressive, just ordinary." Ye Zigao said.
"Then why don't we throw you into the middle and take a look?" Yu Sheng said, shaking the teacup in his hand and throwing it towards the middle of the valley.
Almost instantly, the teacup was torn into pieces in the valley that had been calm just now, and the fragments were blown to unknown places.
"Forget it, forget it," Ye Zigao waved his hands hurriedly, "I can see it very clearly from here."
Yu Sheng and the others did not intend to ride on the wind this time, so they just walked along the valley and stopped after seeing an old tree. Several people fell on the ground.
The old trees are different from the last winter. They are a little green, but they are still sparse. From a distance, they look like a bald man with a few hairs on his head.
Looking closer, I saw that there were some white, palm-sized flowers blooming on the ancient tree, and the number of flowers was even more than the number of leaves.
The two footprints of the giant were still left on the ground, which made Ye Zigao and Hei Niu chirping in surprise, so they only had to take a group photo.
Rich people would join in the fun from time to time and act like light bulbs; only Bai Xing was a dull gourd and kept silent.
Suddenly, Fu Nan pointed to the ground in surprise, "Look, look."
"What?" Ye Zigao looked at the ground and saw the shadows of leaves all over the ground. "Is there anything strange?"
"Ye's shadow." Fu Nan said. Seeing that Ye Zigao still didn't understand, he wanted to open his brain and stuff his own thoughts into it.
Yu Sheng, who was looking for an iron chain on the cliff, turned around and saw that the shadows cast by the sparse leaves were actually very dense, forming a huge shadow under the trees, blocking the sunlight.
Yu Sheng walked into the old tree and looked up. The leaves were still so sparse that they could not even cover the bare trunk.
But on the ground, the shadows of the trees formed a patchwork, blocking the sunlight and even bringing a bit of shade.
The city lord and others also gathered around, "What kind of tree is this? It's so amazing." Hei Niu said in amazement.
The city lord was the most knowledgeable among them. She thought for a long time and said, "It's probably Yingmu."
"Shadowwood?" They had never heard of it in their lives, "Can it be eaten?"
For the rest of my life, I felt that this tree was so different. If it could be eaten, it would probably be a top-quality ingredient.
"Shopkeeper, I didn't realize you were so greedy before, but now you want to eat even a tree." Ye Zigao said.
"As a cook, if you are not greedy, you are definitely not a good cook." Yu Sheng said.
The city lord shook his head, "You can eat the fruit, but it takes ten thousand years to bear fruit, so it's very difficult to see it once."
However, this shadow tree still has many magical features, such as its leaves, which cast hundreds of shadows in the blue sky during the day; and at night, the flowers will shine like stars.
"Isn't it beautiful at one o'clock at night?" Yu Sheng said.
They stood on the cliff and looked around at the wilderness, with not a single blade of grass growing. A single tree stood on the edge of the cliff, glowing at night. It was extremely beautiful.
Yu Sheng immediately decided to settle down on the edge of the cliff tonight.
After the inn was put down, the city lord and the black girl were left to break trees and flowers under the shadow tree and go back to decorate the inn.
Yu Sheng led Ye Zigao and the others forward. They were going to copy the ghost writings left by the giant on the cliff, and to go to Feng Sheng Mountain in the center of Wind Breath Valley.
The last time he came to Fengsheng Mountain, he saw vegetation on Fengsheng Mountain.
Since Feng Sheng Mountain is so magical, the grass growing on the mountain must be unique, and you may be able to find some top-quality ingredients.
"I never thought there was such a magical place in the world," said Bai Gaoxing, who was walking on the cliff.
The canyon under the cliff was blown as smooth as a knife by the wind, and ravines were drawn in different directions.
From time to time, you can still see the knots that the giants tied with iron chains. It is amazing to think that the giants lined up here thousands of years ago and were blown everywhere by the wind.
They soon saw the cliff with ghost writings, but the wind picked up again below, so for the rest of their lives they just stood on the opposite cliff to measure it.
"There are a lot more ghost characters here, and the shopkeeper doesn't want to eat or drink until he has tea," Ye Zigao said.
"Hey", Fu Nan and Bai Gaoxing also sighed.
"You actually care about me so much." Yu Sheng was surprised.
"No, when you don't want tea and rice, we don't have to eat either." Ye Zigao said, taking out the four treasures of the study and dipping them in some water to polish Yu Sheng's ink.
Yu Sheng sat there and copied the ghost writings on the cliff.
There are a lot of ghost characters here, but not too many. There are about six or seven characters in total, and three of them are consistent with several ghost characters he remembered when he rescued An Hongdou in the witch academy.
This gave him some inspiration.
Those three ghost characters are used to trap people. Now we see them again on the cliff. Could it be that these ghost characters on the cliff are also used to trap something?
He told these speculations to Bai Gaoxing and others.
As a Jinyiwei, Fu Nan immediately thought of his duty, "Don't tell me, if you really can trap things or people, trapping people here, with the north wind blowing all day long, what a feeling..."
Being blown by the wind is as sour as being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
"Trapped? It's possible." After Yu Sheng said this, he stopped writing with a surprised "Eh", looked at the ghostly writing under his pen, and frowned.
"What's wrong?" The three people looked at him.
I didn't speak for the rest of my life and just continued to copy the word, but the feeling became stronger and stronger.
I once had this feeling when I was writing the word "wind" in my life. When I started writing, it seemed that there was wind at the tip of my pen, and it naturally followed his pen.
Unexpectedly, I had this feeling when I was writing Yigui's words today, and it was more real, and the wind on his pen was more obedient to his will, instead of the violent wind that he had summoned at random in the past.
"This feeling..." Yu Sheng remembered Lao Yu's talk about the realm of calligraphy.
Immediately, with a thought in my heart, I used my magic power to push the paper forward into the windy canyon.
"Go!" Yu Sheng shouted, and saw a flash of light on the paper. The ghost text on the paper turned into an earthy yellow color, and the enlarged ghost text floated to the center of the canyon.
"Definitely!" Yu Sheng shouted again.
Immediately, the strong wind that had just roared away with the sound of tearing the air stopped, and the Wind Breeze Valley became completely quiet.