Qing Xuanzi didn't have many of these tickets. The few he had were given to him by Rong Lianhu last time. He was planning to exchange them for some gold and silver in the Ice Market. Now that he had these tickets, things would be much more convenient.

He took the receipts from Fu Ya and said with a smile, "I really do need these receipts, so I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Fu Ya waved her hand: "Brother Qingxuan, don't be so polite with me. These receipts are what Lian Hu has been saving up. You can use them. The city is so big, these receipts might come in handy if you need to spend money somewhere."

Qing Xuanzi nodded: "Okay, I'll keep it. Let's eat, there's enough food."

Fu Ya looked at her daughter, who was looking at her expectantly, and nodded: "Then let's have dinner together."

Rong Zhigao then went to get the rice, saying happily as he went, "Haha, I can get another good meal from Uncle."

Qing Xuanzi laughed and said, "This is hardly a good meal."

After the meal, Fu Ya and Rong Zhigao left.

Qing Xuanzi also took Rong Jiaojiao to the bus stop, and waited for quite a while before the bus finally arrived.

The bus finally pulled up slowly, its mottled marks and slightly swaying body indicating that it was quite old.

Qing Xuanzi carried Rong Jiaojiao and carefully boarded the car, finding a window seat to sit down.

The foul air inside the car made Rong Jiaojiao uncomfortable. She frowned and turned to bury her face in her master's arms.

Qing Xuanzi placed two odor-blocking talismans on the two of them. Rong Jiaojiao immediately raised her face, looking at her master curiously, waiting for him to explain why she no longer smelled bad.

Qing Xuanzi whispered in her ear, "Master used a barrier talisman on the baby, so it doesn't smell anymore."

Rong Jiaojiao also whispered, imitating her master, "Master, when I get back, I'll learn to draw isolation talismans."

She thought the talisman was incredibly useful; it could even block out such a foul smell.

Qing Xuanzi nodded: "Master will teach you when we get back."

As the car started, it bumped along the way, and it took more than half an hour to reach the county town.

After Qing Xuanzi bought some steamed buns for Rong Jiaojiao at the state-run restaurant, he took her directly to the train station. The train station was far more bustling than Rong Jiaojiao had imagined; there were even more people and it was much noisier.

The sounds of train whistles, crowds, and vendors' cries blended together to create a unique symphony.

Arriving at the ticket window, Qing Xuanzi handed over his ticket and bought a train ticket to Bing City.

Rong Jiaojiao asked curiously, "Master, what does a train look like?"

Qing Xuanzi smiled slightly and said, "You'll see in a moment. A train is a very large means of transportation. It runs very fast on the tracks and can take many people to very far places."

Rong Jiaojiao couldn't imagine how big the car that could take so many people to a distant place would be, so she kept looking around, hoping to see what her master had mentioned.

She didn't see the big truck, but she did see a little boy crying in a corner, and his mother was comforting him.

She also saw an old man sitting on the ground, holding a tattered package in his hand, his eyes glazed over;

There was also an older brother arguing with an older sister, and both of their faces were flushed red.

All of this was new and exciting for her; she felt like she couldn't take it all in.

Time flew by, and the announcement came over the loudspeaker that the train was about to arrive at the station.

Qing Xuanzi picked up Rong Jiaojiao and followed the crowd toward the platform.

The train slowly pulled into the station, its massive body gleaming in the sunlight, and its whistle blaring deafeningly.

Rong Jiaojiao's eyes widened in disbelief; she had never seen such a large train before.

"Master, is this a train?"

Qing Xuanzi patted her with a smile: "Yes, it is a train. Look, so many people are getting on. In a little while, it will take everyone away. Isn't that amazing!"

Rong Jiaojiao nodded, sitting on Qing Xuanzi's arm and looking around.

Once inside the carriage, it was extremely crowded, with people carrying large and small bags, all crammed together.

Qing Xuanzi led Rong Jiaojiao to a seat and placed her on his lap to prevent her from being pushed over.

After a while, the train slowly started moving, its body swaying slightly and making a "clanging" sound.

Rong Jiaojiao gripped Qing Xuanzi's clothes tightly, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

Qing Xuanzi gently patted her back and said, "Don't be afraid, your master is here."

Rong Jiaojiao nodded, slowly relaxing and beginning to look curiously at the scenery outside the window.

The train sped by, and the fields, mountains, and rivers rushed past the window like a flowing painting.

"Master, how long will it take us to get to the ice market?" Rong Jiaojiao asked softly.

Qing Xuanzi replied softly, "We'll arrive tomorrow morning, and we can get some rest on the train."

Rong Jiaojiao nodded, leaned against Qing Xuanzi's chest, and slowly closed her eyes.

The swaying of the train made her feel sleepy, and she soon fell asleep.

Rong Jiaojiao woke up after sleeping for more than an hour, and immediately felt hungry.

Qing Xuanzi took out the packaged buns for her. Although the buns had cooled down, they were still warm. Rong Jiaojiao took the buns and took a bite. Although they weren't as hot as when they were fresh out of the steamer, they were still very fragrant.

Just then, a strong gaze came from across the way, accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva.

Rong Jiaojiao turned her head to look, and an old lady was staring intently at the steamed bun in Rong Jiaojiao's hand.

Rong Jiaojiao was so frightened that she dared not eat anymore, and whispered, "Master!"

Qing Xuanzi looked up at the old woman and saw that she was dressed in clothes that were neither new nor old, so she didn't seem like she couldn't afford to eat. He said to Rong Jiaojiao, "Eat quickly, we don't have any other food. If we don't eat, we'll go hungry."

When the old woman saw that her tried-and-true method was no longer working, she could only purse her lips and take out her steamed bun to eat.

The little girl sitting next to the old lady looked at her incredulously. The person who had tricked her into eating a meal earlier was now taking out steamed buns to eat.

He immediately felt he had been tricked, glared at the old woman, and sat there sulking.

However, I kept glancing at Rong Jiaojiao, admiring her adorable appearance, and I really wanted to talk to her.

Rong Jiaojiao could sense the girl's kindness towards her. Seeing that the girl kept looking at her, she thought the girl was hungry, so she handed her the last bit of bun in her hand: "Here, sister, have some!"

The girl was taken aback, then smiled and shook her head: "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat your food, I just think you're cute, that's why I'm looking at you."

Rong Jiaojiao smiled and hid her face in Qing Xuanzi's arms after being praised.

Qing Xuanzi never expected to see his disciple blush. In the past, she would accept praise from anyone without batting an eye. Today was truly a rare sight.

Qing Xuanzi looked up to thank the girl, but saw that her face indicated she would soon face a bloody disaster.

He frowned, looked around, and only felt relieved when he saw that no one else looked unusual.