Shen Hui sat cross-legged and meditated, speechless all night.
Shouyuan I wanted to chat with him for a few words, but seeing his appearance, I had no choice but to swallow it, turned over, wrapped myself in a robe and fell asleep.
In the early morning of the next day, before the fog in the mountainous area cleared, Hu Cheng had already lit a fire and baked some dry biscuits, which everyone ate with water.
When everything was ready, Jinghui was the first to jump up with excitement on his face:
"Do we really want to wield a sword?"
"Didn't you shout the loudest just now?"
Jinghui rubbed his hands after hearing this, feeling a little embarrassed:
"The last time I flew in the sky, when I was just starting out, Master took me across the river. It's been a long time..."
As she spoke, she turned to Hu Cheng and asked casually:
"Xiao Hu, have you ever wielded a sword?"
Hu Cheng nodded when he heard this, his face turned a little pale.
Flying with a sword, he had only experienced this once when he went up the mountain.
To be honest, it doesn't feel very good.
So at this moment, although he was very excited, he was also slightly afraid.
Green Bamboo is quite calm.
She tilted her head and looked at Shen Hui, then turned her head and looked at Hu Cheng, with a curious look on her face, not the slightest hint of fear.
Just at this moment, Patriarch Baoxue was sitting on Willow Leaf Flying Sword, and suddenly got into Shen Hui's sleeve.
"Master?"
Everyone looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
Shen Hui knew, however, that perhaps the other party felt that his escape speed was too fast and it was quite difficult, so he thought of being lazy.
"Gone."
He waved his sleeves, and White Skeleton jumped out from his palm, his sword shining white, lying in front of everyone.
Shouyuan took a step back at this moment and spoke quickly:
"Qingxuan, before I wield the sword, I have to give you a few words."
Shen Hui heard this and looked at Old Daoist, slightly surprised:
"Senior, please speak."
Shouyuan cleared his throat and hesitated for a moment before speaking:
"There are so many of us, so you have to take it easy. Don't be too weak when the time comes and two of you fall. My bones can't withstand the fall..."
Shen Hui suddenly felt dumbfounded, raised his hands and comforted:
"Senior is worrying too much."
Then he stopped talking nonsense, and with a pinch of the sword, the sword light surged, and everyone was enveloped in it in an instant.
Several people felt their feet shake, and they left the ground.
Jinghui was stunned for a moment, then cheered at the top of his lungs:
"Fly--!"
The sound was clear and bright, echoing through the mountains and startling a few tits.
Hu Cheng, on the other hand, looked pale, his whole body was as tense as an iron plate, his face was as white as paper, beads of sweat kept dripping down his chin, and he remained silent.
Green Bamboo was still clenching his fists at first and did not dare to express his anger.
But after the sword light took off, she relaxed and boldly took a look down.
Just one glance and she was stunned.
Thousands of mountains and ravines passed by her feet, and the continuous peaks and ridges were like undulating waves, extending from her feet to the horizon, extending to places she would never be able to go in her life.
The mountain peaks in the distance are hidden in the clouds and mist, and only the sharp cliff tops are exposed, like islands protruding from the sea of clouds.
Green Bamboo was amazed.
She thought of her master again, and the roads he wrote in his travel notes: Gobi Quicksands, Cang River Miasma, Frost-Snow Ancient Plains...
If she could also have this Divine Ability who can wield a sword in the air, would the road ahead have been easier?
As soon as the idea came up, Green Bamboo shook his head slightly.
No, Master would not think so.
If Master saw this situation, he would just take out the book and write down seriously:
"In a certain year and a certain month, I rode a sword in the sky and saw the majestic mountains and rivers. I felt very happy."
Then continue on your own path.
Shen Hui The sword was so fast that it left the mountains behind it that afternoon.
Wherever you look, the terrain is gradually leveling off, fields are criss-crossing, and people are becoming denser.
Hu Cheng still maintained that iron posture, his mouth turned purple.
Shen Hui Seeing that his face was really ugly, he pressed his sword and stopped by the official road outside the city.
As soon as he landed on the ground, Hu Cheng's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. He didn't get up for a long time:
"Master... has... arrived?"
"It's still far away."
Shen Hui said, putting away White Skeleton and looking at the other party:
"Are you okay?"
Hu Cheng waved his hand after hearing this, took several deep breaths, and then his expression slowly calmed down:
"It's okay... it's just... my legs are a little weak."
Shen Hui looked at his half-dead appearance, thought for a moment, raised his finger and pointed at the city in front:
"Great Peace County City is ahead. Let's eat something first and take a rest."
With that said, he walked towards the city gate.
Great Peace County's city wall is not high, and the city gate is narrow. Although there are many people coming in and out, it is no longer as prosperous as it once was.
There are fewer beautiful women with bulging bellies on the street, and many shops on the street are closed.
But even so, Green Bamboo's eyes soon ran out.
This was the first time she had seen so many people since she was a child.
Those who set up stalls, those who sell vegetables, those who perform monkey tricks, those who sing...
One after another, she was dazzled by the sight.
Lu Huan and Jinghui pulled her from left to right and started shopping happily.
After the general took about ten steps, the three of them had several more things in their hands.
Shouyuan followed behind with his hands behind his back, saying "What's there to see here?", but his eyes were not idle, looking around.
When the group of people walked to the street, they encountered a group of people forming a circle, with shouts and cheers coming from inside.
"... Dear fellow villagers, young and old, standing, sitting, passing by, and watching the excitement, please stay!"
"... The rich support themselves with money, and the poor support themselves with others..."
Several people looked at each other and immediately crowded into the crowd.
At first glance, he turns out to be a showman.
The other party was shirtless at this time, holding a hammer in his hand, and kept shouting:
"We, father and son, have just arrived at the precious land. We borrowed a precious land and showed off our clumsy skills. Look at this stone. It weighs at least two to three hundred kilograms. It weighs heavily on a person. It's not a joke..."
Only then did several people notice that there was a young man lying on the ground with a bluestone on his chest.
The man continued to shout:
"As the saying goes: If you don't have diamonds, you can't do porcelain work. Today, in front of you, a stone is pressed on the chest, a sledgehammer is dropped on the top, and the stone is broken and no one is harmed!"
"If you practice well, you will be rewarded; if you fail in practice, it is because we are not good at learning. We don't blame heaven or earth, we only blame ourselves for not being good at it."
As he spoke, he spat into the palm of his hand:
"Everyone, stand back, don't crowd, don't panic, watch carefully - let's start the hammer!"
The sledgehammer was raised high and then dropped hard.
With a "bang" sound, the bluestone slab broke into two halves.
Without changing his expression, the young man turned over and stood up, clasping his fists and circling the field.
The onlookers cheered loudly, and coins were thrown into the circle.
Among the onlookers, Green Bamboo looked shocked and stared at the young man intently. The candy in his hand lost all taste for a moment.
Are all the people outside the mountain so powerful?
Thinking of this, she turned her head and asked Jinghui in a low voice:
"Who is more powerful, this man or Master Shen?"
Jinghui was stunned when he heard this, then covered his mouth and kept laughing:
"Green Bamboo, you don't know that the ability to break big rocks from the chest is all in the hands of the person with the hammer. This kid is not as powerful as his father."
She said, taking two copper plates from Lu Huan's hand, throwing them into the field, and then pulled the two of them out of the crowd:
"As for who is better, him or his junior brother..."
"Let's put it this way, there are people in this world who are better than my junior brother, but we probably won't meet them in our lifetime."
Green Bamboo listened carefully, nodded in understanding, and then asked:
"Sister Jinghui, what did you throw just now?"
"Money."
"What is money?"
Jinghui was startled and looked back at Shen Hui.
Shen Hui came over and explained casually:
"When you buy something, you have to give it to someone else before they let you take it away."
Green Bamboo was stunned when he heard this. "Then the candy I just ate..."
"Pindao paid for it for you."
"Oh."
The girl nodded, thoughtfully.
When I walked to the entrance of a powder shop, a scent wafted out of the shop.
Jinghui stood outside the door, looking at the rows of porcelain boxes and paper packages on the counter, and suddenly couldn't move his legs.
Shouyuan came over, wrinkled his nose and asked:
"Do you want to buy powder?"
Jinghui coughed lightly and said, "I'll just take a look," but he already stepped in.
Green Bamboo followed behind, looking curious.
The owner of the shop is a lean middle-aged woman. When she saw Jinghui and Green Bamboo entering the door, her eyes lit up and she immediately greeted them diligently:
"Oh, these two girls are so handsome!"
As she spoke, she took a porcelain box from the shelf and showed it to the two of them:
"Look at this, you two. This is a good Mitra monk. His face looks very white after applying it."
Shen Hui stood at the door, glanced at the things in the woman's hands, and twitched her nose slightly.
The "cosmetics" of this era still have great limitations.
For example, the "Mitra Monk" in the hands of this woman is made from lead ore. The heavy metal seriously exceeds the standard and will damage the human texture after long-term use.
He stepped forward, pushed away the porcelain box in the woman's hand, turned to Jinghui and said:
"Don't buy this."
The woman was stunned. "My lord, this is the first-class product, better than official fans and Shaofen..."
Shen Hui ignored her, just picked two boxes of rouge and Luozi Dai on the shelf, and handed them to Jinghui:
"Use this."
When the woman saw this, her eyes lit up and she said with joy:
"Sir, the two items you chose are not cheap..."
Shen Hui raised his hand and threw out a piece of silver, and said lightly:
"Just wrap it up."
I have plenty of money!
When the woman took the silver, she immediately beamed with joy and kept saying yes.