Thank you!

Qin Luo bowed to express his gratitude.

"You're welcome."

The burly night watchman waved his hand.

Qin Luo walked forward along this road.

The burly watchman continued to beat the gong, "The weather is dry, be careful with fire."

After shouting, the burly watchman wanted to remind Qin Luo that it was difficult to see the Fairy of Rainbow Clouds, but he didn't see Qin Luo and the little dumpling. He quickly touched his pocket and found that the exorcism talisman was still there. "Could it be that I've encountered a real immortal?"

After leaving the town, the little dumpling sat on Qin Luo's shoulders and asked in confusion, "Boss, why is he banging a gong in the street at night instead of sleeping?"

Qin Luo said softly, "The watchman's drum tells the people the time, reminds them to be careful of fire and theft, and warns those who are sneaking around on the streets."

"I see."

"It was quite tough."

The little dumpling rested its chin on its hand.

Leaving Zhuxi Town, Qin Luo and his group passed through quiet villages. As far as the eye could see, there were mud walls, lotus ponds, vegetable gardens, orchards, and the sound of snoring from inside the houses could be heard from outside.

The little dumpling was sleepy too.

She crawled into Qin Luo's pocket to rest.

Qin Luo continued walking forward at a leisurely pace, and he saw many similar villages.

In the early morning, Qin Luo arrived at Caiyun Town. Caiyun Town was still made up of blue bricks and gray tiles. Before dawn, people were already going out to work, and many shops opened one after another.

Qin Luo smelled the aroma of rapeseed oil.

"Selling steamed buns, big, fragrant steamed buns."

"Sharpening scissors and knives."

Hearing the shouts from the street, the little dumpling poked her head out and climbed onto Qin Luo's shoulder to sit down.

An old man wearing a tattered hat passed by carrying a straw target, shouting loudly, "Selling candied hawthorns! If they're not sweet, you don't have to pay!"

"Senior, give me one that's not sweet."

The little dumpling politely extended its hand.

The old man, dressed in thin clothes, froze on the spot. Qin Luo smiled and asked, "Grandpa, how much are these candied hawthorns?"

"Master, three coins for a string of skewers, five coins for two strings."

"Give me a skewer."

Qin Luo took out three coins and handed them to the old man.

The old man tilted the straw target towards Qin Luo's shoulder, "Little fairy, pick whichever you like."

The little dumpling picked out the biggest one, "Hehe, thanks, boss."

Qin Luo saw that the little dumpling had been diligently reading and memorizing the Thousand Character Classic recently, and was studying hard, so he rewarded her with a string of candied hawthorns.

"It's so sweet!"

The little dumpling was licking a candied hawthorn.

"Boss, do you want some?"

"I won't eat it."

Qin Luo saw a blacksmith shop by the roadside, went inside, and came to a pile of scissors. "Excuse me, how much are these scissors?"

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "This one is cheaper, only ten coins. The more expensive one is fifty coins, and there are even more expensive ones..."

"I want the cheapest one."

"All right."

The middle-aged woman handed Qin Luo a small pair of scissors.

Qin Luo took out ten copper coins and handed them to the middle-aged woman. "Thank you."

"Please take care, sir."

The middle-aged woman called out with a smile.

Qin Luo walked out of the blacksmith shop, handed the small scissors to the little dumpling, and said softly, "These scissors are for you. You can use them to cut your nails from now on."

"Hehe, thanks, boss."

The little dumpling held scissors in one hand and a candied hawthorn in the other, dancing with joy.

As Qin Luo walked out of the town, the clouds dispersed, golden sunlight shone down on the earth, and colorful clouds hung on the mountain peaks not far away. "That must be the Cloud Pavilion."