I didn't intend to be a Fairy

Tailor shop in the city.

Song You regained his composure, and stood in front of an old nanny, gesturing for her to make something similar to a bag, and then sew it on the quilt bag.

"It's about this big..."

The old mother squinted her eyes to look carefully, and then took out a ruler for comparison: "It's bigger than a bag."

"Yes, don't be too peaceful."

"Sir, do you want to pack something big?"

"yes."

"How big is the object?"

"perhaps……"

"Meow~"

A cat ripped off his robe.

Song You looked down and understood, so he simply picked up the cat and showed it to the old mother:

"Put it on."

"Sewed on the quilt bag of the horse?"

"I'm going to take it on a long journey."

"Understood."

The old lady waved her hand confidently.

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

Professionals do professional things, Song You fully trusts the skills of veteran craftsmen, leaves a deposit, agrees when to bring a quilt bag to sew, and leaves with Sanhuamao.

...

After a few days.

Swallow's flying skills have almost been learned. In addition to more skills, he has also gained a novel experience and a new perspective, and he has learned a lot.

It's time to leave too.

With Qingyangzi's permission, Song You came to the backyard of the Taoist temple.

There are bamboo forests inside and outside the courtyard.

It's just that the outside of the courtyard is ordinary bamboo, which is mainly for practical use. In the courtyard is a kind of ornamental bamboo for gardens. They are neither thick nor tall. They have dense joints, feel smooth to the touch, and have a hard texture. It seems to be a kind of rigid bamboo. It is most suitable for making bamboo sticks. up.

Song You has been watching them for a long time.

When I came here today, I walked around the bamboo forest, looked left and right, touched and touched, carefully selected, compared many times, and finally selected one.

"I'm sorry."

Song You bowed his hands and saluted, and then walked forward.

The tiger's mouth caught the root of the bamboo, and without any movement, it was easily taken out.

Then hold the bamboo and stroke it up slowly, the tiny branches on it will fall off one after another, and gesture for the appropriate length, pinch the thumb and index finger again, the upper half is also broken, and it is broken neatly.

So there is only one bamboo stick left, the size is just right for one hand, the bamboo joints are extremely smooth, as if polished, the whole body is straight, the length is just right, green like jade in the sun.

Song You took it and looked at it again and again, very satisfied.

So I wanted to go outside.

After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly.

Looking back--

A little girl was also standing in the bamboo grove, bending over and squatting, holding a small bamboo as thick as a finger in her hand. .

Song You couldn't help walking over, looking at her carefully.

"Mistress Sanhua."

"Well?"

"what you do?"

"Break the bamboo."

"What are you doing breaking bamboo?"

"What are you doing breaking bamboo?"

Empress Sanhua stopped her movements and looked back at him.

"I'm a crutch."

"I have no idea."

Mistress Sanhua said thus: "You asked the temple master, and I also asked the temple master, and he said that I would be allowed to take one."

"Be polite."

Song You smiled and walked over.

The bamboo is only as thick as a thumb, and she has already broken it, and the folds have been tortured out of shape, but the bamboo is tough, and it just keeps going.

So he squatted down next to the girl, held the position a little above the fold, and then let go, and without a sound, the bamboo had a neat break, like a sharp knife.

The girl froze for a moment and turned to stare at him.

Song You smiled again, stroked it as before, and cleaned it up for her, then handed it to her and said, "Do you want to learn the superficial and subtle uses of the method of gold practice? After you learn it, chopping firewood will be convenient. "

The girl took the bamboo, but she was still squatting on the spot, staring straight at him without speaking.

If it was before, she would definitely learn it.

But now I have learned the method of fire for a long time, I practice it in the morning and in the evening, I practice regularly in the morning and afternoon, but I can only spit out the open fire just now, that's it, and I have taken the heavy responsibility of burning the fire.

The Taoist told her that burning more fire would help her practice.

The girl's eyes turned left and right, she pursed her lips, and finally said nothing, picked up the bamboo stick, turned her head and left.

Song You smiled and followed him out.

In the front yard, the bay red horse stood quietly, with a quilt on its back, and the Taoist priest stood beside him, the Taoist temple was still quiet.

Song You walked over with a bamboo stick, and sincerely saluted everyone: "It's been more than half a month since I came to visit the temple. Thanks to the hospitality of fellow Taoists, it has been the most comfortable period of time along the way. I am very grateful."

"Where?"

The Taoist priests hurriedly returned their salutes.

"However, after all this trip down the mountain, I want to say goodbye to fellow Taoists. I am reluctant to give up, but there is nothing I can do about it. There are advantages to gathering and dispersing, so I won't say more." Song You paused and took a look. Tong'er, the youngest in the crowd, looked at everyone again, "We're staying downstream and the journey is over. If you fellow Taoists travel to Lingquan County, Yizhou, you can come to Yinyang Mountain to find me. I will treat you well."

"must!"

"This is my farewell."

"Fellow Taoist, go slowly!"

"The friendship is already full, why send it far away."

Song You walked out of the Taoist temple with the bay red horse and the little girl. The Taoist priests stopped at the door and did not see them off.

The little girl also held the bamboo stick to say goodbye to them, then turned her head to look at Song You, and said as she walked:

"Qingyangzi!"

"right."

"Guanghuazi!"

"That's the owner of Fuqing Palace."

"Why do you call me Zi?"

"In recent years, Taoists have been called Daoists by whatever is popular, and literati are called Taoists."

"What's your name?"

The little girl waved the bamboo pole wildly, walked beside him, and turned to look at him.

"I don't bark."

The little girl tilted her head and thought for him:

"Mao Juzi."

"What is Maojuzi?"

"Have you never seen Mao Juzi?"

"What is it?"

"You're not smart."

"So what?"

"It will stick to the fur and not fall off."

"oh……"

Only then did Song You realize that what she was talking about was a plant fruit.

"And cocklebur."

The little girl added another sentence.

"Do you like it very much?"

"dislike!!"

The little girl shook her head quickly, her voice firm.

From her expression, Song You saw full disgust and vigilance.

Maojuzi, ghost needle grass, also known as follow people, sticky clothes flower, the fruit is a group of dark brown short needles, which will stick to clothes or hair. Xanthium is a small green ball with barbs, sticking to clothes or hair is more difficult to remove than Maojuzi, especially on hair.

It seems that she has been tortured by these two things before.

But it's spring now.

There shouldn't be many of these two things, right?

After walking for a while, Song You slowed down and took out the book "Yudi Ji Sheng" from the horse's back.

Turning to the first page, there is a map of Dayan.

A very rough map that only draws the approximate shape of the country and state, and marks where each state is, and nothing else can be seen. Specifically, what is the climate of each state, what are the scenic spots and places of interest, where are they located in the state, and how to get there? Although I still had to ask for directions, it was already a great help.

But this map and the maps of later generations are two different things.

The fact that it is not painted according to the direction of going up and down from the north has already added a lot of trouble.

You have to rely on your own geographical knowledge to distinguish.

Xuzhou should be near the southwest of Dayan. If the map goes north and south, it should be slightly lower left in the middle. If you go directly to the north, it is not far to Changjing. Considering that we have to go back for a while, and Changjing is only one of Song You's passing points, not his destination, so it is not worth going directly.

Therefore, he planned to continue going south until he got out of the Xuzhou border, and then went east.

First go to Pingzhou and look for Yunding Mountain.

Then go north, and finally go west, make a circle like this, go a few more states, and then reach Changjing.

There are no thousands of miles, but there are eight or nine thousand.

"..."

Song You put the book back into the quilt bag.

Looking back, the green hill has become blurred, the Taoist temple under the green hill has also become very small, and the bamboo forest behind the house has become a mess, and the figures of those Taoists have long been gone.

Song You stopped in place for a moment and took a few more glances.

Maybe I will never come back here again, this moment is the last moment with this landscape, and this moment is the last moment.

Maybe there will be a time to meet again, but it will be ten or twenty years later. Even if the landscape does not change, people are no longer young. At that time, Song You didn't know him yet, so how would he know what mood he would have?

It's just a section of scenery during the journey, but I still can't help but sigh.

"Taoist priest."

"Um."

Song You withdrew his gaze and only looked at the road ahead.

It was the morning, a wet morning sun had just risen to the top of the mountain, blurred in the place where the mountain mist meets the sky and clouds, walking slowly with a stick, the green mountains were ten miles away, and the tidal flat road was covered with sand.

I don't know what kind of landscape and human feelings are ahead.

It was also today that news spread from Lingbo County to Anqing County, saying that the water monster who had been in trouble for several years had been killed, and the body floating in the river was at least ten feet long and several feet wide. If it weren't for Liujiang That section is wide enough and deep enough that it really can't hold it.

At this time, the waterway has been opened, and there is no more disturbance from the water demon.

The one who subdued the water demon was a wandering fairy in the clouds. He looked young and followed a bay red horse without a rein. He brought a three-colored cat with him. He was full of spirituality. It's hard for anyone to believe it. Now 100,000 people in Lingbo County are preparing to build a temple for his statue, and they stand at the reopened Lingbo Ferry to express their gratitude.

The Jiang Hu people who were still in Anqing County heard this, and then thought about what they saw a few days ago, they were all amazed.

Especially the members of the Xishan School.

...

The mountains are continuous, and the house is in the courtyard.

"Mister is gone..."

The boy still stood respectfully in front of the old man.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man coughed again and again, his crutches stuttered, and he made an old voice: "I told you to be bold, not to ask you to go out and revitalize our clan, what to do, cough cough cough, just want you When you want to do something, you can have the courage to do it. It should be your own thing. Don’t throw it away for nothing. Make your voice louder, less people will look down on you, and you will save a lot of trouble... It’s not impossible for a cowardly person , it’s just easy to miss a lot of things.”

"Old Ancestor..."

"Don't talk nonsense, cough, cough..." The old man coughed again and again, "Tell me what you want."

"I want to...go see off Mr...."

"Can."

"Thank you, old ancestor..."

The boy turned around and walked out.

"etc."

"ah?"

"Mr. is an expert. If you think he is good, you can go with him. It may not be your chance. It doesn't matter whether you are good at Taoism or cultivation, in short, this life will be more enjoyable." The old man said with a pair of cloudy eyes. Staring at him, "Think about it yourself."

"I……"

"how?"

"I can not……"

"Then you're going to miss it."

"I……"

The boy stood where he was, his eyes full of confusion.

In the end, he only said one sentence: "I will send my husband an extra ride, send him out of Xuzhou, and I will come back."

"what ever."

The swallow flew out the door.

...

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