Chenxiang reluctantly put down the sesame flatbread in his hand, licked his lips, and replied, "Master went to fight with my uncle, and I came all the way here."
"How long did you walk? Didn't you have any money on you? Even if you had taken a carriage or a boat, walking all this way would have been exhausting."
Xu Milu was somewhat incredulous. It would take some time to travel from Mount Hua to Chang'an by cloud-piercing, yet she had walked all this way on foot?
If you hang your phone on someone else, their WeChat Moments step count will definitely be number one.
Chenxiang took a bite of the fragrant sesame flatbread, thought for a moment, and said, "Taking a boat or a carriage... is not as fast as me."
"How many days did it take you to reach Chang'an?"
Xu Milu asked curiously.
Chenxiang put the cake in his mouth, counted on his fingers, then counted eight more times after counting on both hands, before obediently saying:
"For the first three days after I was born, I did not move. On the fourth day, my master taught me speech and manners, and how to conduct myself. On the fifth day, he taught me arithmetic and strategy, as well as the language of animals, insects and birds. On the sixth day, he taught me to read and write. On the seventh day, I began my journey towards Chang'an, traveling more than two hundred li each day. Counting the days, it has been eighteen days since then. It took me ten days to reach Chang'an."
Xu Milu initially thought there was nothing wrong with it, but after a moment's thought, she realized the blind spot and immediately stood up:
"So you've only been alive for eighteen days?!"
She looked the other person up and down. He was tall and slender with delicate fingers. Apart from his overly clear eyes, she really couldn't tell that he was a "baby" who was less than eighteen days old.
Chen Xiang seemed confused as to why Xu Milu was reacting so strongly, and simply pointed to the flatbread on the table and asked:
Can I still eat?
Xu Milu sighed and rubbed her forehead, pushing the flatbread forward again: "Eat up, eat up..."
This is the size of a newborn who is only eighteen days old?
Is it no wonder it was born of a celestial being?
While other babies were still crying for milk in their swaddling clothes, little Chenxiang was already able to walk all the way from Mount Hua to Chang'an all by himself.
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