Chapter 11 011: Speeding, Dayun Motorcycle
Tianshichengjin and Jinwuzangjiao are hopeless.
Shen Tang was disappointed, but he didn't dare to risk his own life.
As time passed bit by bit, the dark blue clouds were dyed with a faint red-orange halo until the end of the night.
When a beam of mischievous sunshine kisses the upper eyelids, Qishan wakes up from sleep.
Looking at the sun, he rubbed his right eye sleepily and muttered softly.
"How do you get right?"
Shen Tang said: "It's getting late."
Qi Shan heard the sound and looked around, only to see Mr. Shen Xiaolang sitting on the campfire and roasting things.
"Did you stay up all night?"
The rough linen prison uniform was wet with dew, and it clung to the skin limply, without the wrinkles caused by deep sleep.
Shen Tang didn't raise his head: "I didn't sleep, too many things happened yesterday and I couldn't sleep. Would you like to try my handicraft, Mr. Qi?"
As he spoke, he handed the tree branch in his hand to Qishan.
Only then did Qi Shan see clearly what was roasting in Shen Tang's hands.
Three pancakes strung together by tree branches,
The pancake was about the size of an adult's palm, and was baked until both sides were browned, silently exuding the enticing burnt aroma of food.
In the wilderness, where do you get the cake?
No need to guess.
He was not too polite with Shen Tang: "Thank you."
Qishan is a fastidious person, and there are "preparatory activities" before eating the morning meal. I saw him wet the veil with the water in his water bag to wipe off the remaining drowsiness on his face. Wipe your teeth with the remaining water from the water bag and rinse your mouth.
After cleaning up, I picked up the scorched pancakes.
"Huh? Why is it sweet?"
Although the sweetness is not strong, and most of it is covered by the crispiness, it can still be tasted after a careful taste.
Shen Tang reveals the secret: "The tripod is as sweet as candy, you can't get it if you ask for it."
After Qi Shan heard this, his expression immediately became indescribable, and even the pancakes in his mouth were no longer fragrant.
He said helplessly: "...'Ding Po Ru Yi' originated from a song of righteousness, and it also belongs to the spirit of speech that boosts morale. It has extremely high requirements for literary heart..."
Sincerely have trouble with these words, right?
No matter what the effect is, it will be eaten in the hands of Mr. Shen Xiaolang?
How does this make me look directly at "Ding Po Ru Yi" in the future?
"Whatever it is, in my opinion, it is only useful if it can fill my stomach." Shen Tang blew on the hot pancake, took a sip carefully, and followed the aroma of the food. The mouth spread, and there was a sense of satisfaction that was bursting with happiness, "The caramel on the pancakes is not just from 'Dinghuoganruyi', I found that the words of this sentence consume a lot of Wen Xin and discarded it..."
Pray for goodness: "..."
Co-author, did she harm other words for a piece of caramel?
"Then which sentence did you choose?"
Shen Tang stretched out his right hand calmly: "Zhou Yuan is so sad, Jin Tu is like a sweet potato."
A piece of caramel the size of a thumb appeared.
Qi Shan frowned suddenly: "This sentence is so..."
Shen Tang threw the caramel into his mouth and chewed, and squinted his eyes satisfied after chewing: "What's wrong with the spirit of this sentence?"
"No one has ever used it."
Shen Tang: "... Huh?"
"The speech spirits we use now all come from those national seals, or from that thief star. The speech spirits recorded on it are as vast as smoke, and I don't know how many of them are there. It has been more than two hundred years since the appearance of the thief star. More and more language spirits are being used by capable people and strangers, but compared with the unusable language spirits, it is still the tip of the iceberg. This sentence 'Zhou Yuan's 膴膴, Jintu Ruyi' was just copied by me by accident..."
He found it interesting and wrote it down.
Shen Tang: "..."
Qi Shan asked her: "How effective is this sentence?"
Just turned into a caramel?
Her eyes are too open and clear, like a clear spring that can see the bottom at a glance. Qi Shan can't tell if she is hiding anything, but she knows that she is not innocent on the surface. No longer talking, the two ate the morning food quietly, ate all the baked pancakes, and disposed of the campfire after eating and drinking.
Pack up your things and get ready to go.
Because the rough linen prison uniform on Shen Tang was too eye-catching, Qishan donated a clean old one. While waiting for Mr. Shen to change his clothes, he accidentally stepped on a piece of soft soil.
"Huh?"
Squat down and brush aside the weeds to find out.
Twisting a pinch of loose, wet and soft soil with his fingers, he felt it carefully, and found that it was completely different from the barren sand that could raise dust three steps away.
He didn't know what to think, he pulled out the sword from his waist with a swipe, and stabbed at this piece of soil. When the sword's edge entered the soil, it was soft and easy to enter at first, without hindrance, but it was difficult to move an inch when it was six inches into the earth, because the sword's edge was entangled with some sticky soil.
He [pulled] the long sword out of the soil again.
The soil on the sword reflects the situation truthfully.
Qi Shan twirled the soil on the edge of the sword, muttering thoughtfully in his mouth: "Zhou Yuan is so sad, Jin Tu is like a candy..."
The general meaning of this sentence is that the land in Zhouyuan is fertile, and even viola and bitter herbs can be as sweet as caramel.
Mr. Shen Xiaolang's words are so spiritual...
The focus is on "caramel"?
Is it still in the context of "Zhou Yuanxuan"?
Qi Shan lowered his eyelids to clean the sword body, retracted the scabbard, got up as if nothing had happened, and rubbed the soil with his clogs to cover up the sword marks. Not long after, Shen Tang came out from the dense forest.
The adult man's clothes were too wide for the eleven-year-old boy, so she had to use long straps to gather the sleeves around her wrists, changing from wide sleeves to narrow sleeves, and then raised the excessively long hem to be even with the ankles. Then wrap the waist with a waist rope to fix the clothes.
Coupled with that handsome face that is feminine and has a bit of a wild temperament, it has a bit of a romantic boy.
Qi Shan called out: "Shen Xiaolang, let's go, keep up."
Shen Tang trotted a few steps: "Sir, here we come."
As the sun rose and the scorching sun became hotter, Shen Tang wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "Mr. Qi, don't you have the magic words of a tall horse here? The third-class hairpin curled up with a sword, gun, sword, and halberd last night." It’s a big horse again, so it’s very convenient for transportation.”
Qi Shan asked her calmly: "Mr. Shen Xiaolang has the courage?"
Shen Tang shook his head: "This...no..."
"Because I don't have guts, I don't have horses."
Sentenced to Shen Tang with a "death sentence".
Shen Tang almost breathed out his soul: "Why? Aren't all literary minds and bravery equal? This kind of speech can't be shared?"
She felt that her literary heart was despised!
Looking down at his two thin bamboo pole-like legs, he was speechless. Although the wound on her foot has been treated briefly, and she also wears the soft-soled straw sandals that Qishan lent her, but the road is rough, and I don’t know how long it will take to go to the nearest village and town on two legs...
Qi Shan glanced at the young gentleman Shen Tang who seemed to be out of his body from the corner of his eyes, and laughed dumbfoundedly.
"There is no need to share this kind of language."
"Why is it unnecessary?"
What is the equivalent of a tall horse in ancient times?
Equivalent to a luxury sports car!
"Generally speaking, scholars with a literary heart will travel with chariots and horses, why should they be self-reliant like those reckless men?"
Shen Tang: "..."
After walking for a while, Qishan vaguely heard Shen Xiaolang who was following behind him weakly muttering.
"Fast and lightning—"
He was about to be amazed by Shen Xiaolang-jun's superb understanding, even the high-level language skills that can increase the marching speed of the army.
Who would have thought that her next sentence would be—
"Universal Motorcycle!"
Pray for good: "???"
This chapter is not easy to write
It is an update on the 24th, and there is another chapter during the day.
The wind outside the window was so strong that I couldn't sleep.
(end of this chapter)