More than three months later.
Zhang Ling did not see the Wenqu Immortal Turtle, but he received a reply from the Dragon Son of the East China Sea.
Through the mediation of Ao Xin and the old Dragon King, the fairy turtle came forward to find Wenquxingjun and plead for Qingyun Town.
At the same time, Zhang Ling also learned that the Immortal Turtle had just returned to the Immortal Realm not long ago and was not aware of the Wenyun incident in Qingyun Town.
After all, one day in heaven is one year on earth. Although thirty years have passed in Qingyun Town, only one month has passed in the fairy world.
When Wenquxingjun saw that the fairy turtle took the initiative to speak, he no longer made things difficult and immediately returned the literary energy to Qingyun Town.
Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and talked with Ao Xin by candlelight in the Tiger King's mansion for three days and three nights.
In this way, Ao Xin went to Jinghe to take up his post with satisfaction. Before leaving, he claimed that if Zhang Ling passed by Jinghe one day, he would visit his mansion.
Zhang Ling looked at him from afar and shouted: I wish you a safe journey.
——
The next day.
Jieyang Mountain, Qingyun Town.
Zhang Ling transformed into a young man in gray clothes, holding a folding fan, and walked on the bluestone road in the town.
Although the spirit of literature has returned at this moment, it still needs some guidance so that the people in the town can feel the changes.
After walking along the street for a while, he saw the silly Li Qingyun squatting in the corner and playing with a group of children.
"Dabao, you lost again!"
A child shouted at the top of his voice, pointing at Li Qingyun and cheering.
"Dabao, why are you so stupid? You're even dumber than us!"
…
Zhang Ling looked up at the sky. The sun was setting, and the rosy glow was illuminating the earth. Smoke was rising from every household as they started to light fires and cook.
The sounds of children laughing and playing can be heard in the distance. They are full of childhood innocence and it is the happiest time in one’s life.
Soon, the adults began to call the children home for dinner.
The children scattered in groups of two or four, three or five, and went home in leaps and bounds, imitating the way rabbits walked, with smiles on their faces.
Li Qingyun huddled in the corner, hugging his knees with his hands and grinning foolishly. He looked up at the sky. Although the sunlight there was still dazzling, it was reflected brightly and flickeringly in his pupils.
Zhang Ling walked into the nearby bun shop, but did not see Old Man Liu. Instead, a short and fat young man in a short shirt was fiddling with the steamer.
"Excuse me, would you like some buns?" the short and fat young man came over and asked enthusiastically.
Zhang Ling placed his fan on the wooden table and asked, "Could this bun shop be sold? Why can't I see Old Man Liu?"
Hearing this, the young man in the short shirt smiled and said, "You may not know, but Old Man Liu is my father. He passed away suddenly in his sleep two months ago. Now I am his successor and continue to run the shop for him."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ling looked at the other person carefully. Yes, there was some resemblance between his eyebrows.
"I came here once a few months ago and had a great time meeting your father. I didn't expect that when I came again this time, everything had changed."
"Oh!" The young man in the short shirt was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he stared at Zhang Ling's face from head to toe. After a few breaths, he fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "I am Liu San, the humble man, and I greet the Mountain God. The Mountain God has appeared!"
Huh?
Zhang Ling asked knowingly, "What do you mean?"
As he spoke, the young man in the short shirt fished out a nugget of gold from a corner of his shirt and cried, "Before my father passed away, he left me a will saying that this nugget of gold was given to me by the mountain god. He also told me its appearance and age, and told me that if I ever see it again, I must thank it."
"I just remembered what my father told me, and now I realize it's the mountain god appearing. I hope you'll forgive me."
Zhang Ling shook his head and glanced at the streets. At this moment, most people were eating at home, and the streets were sparsely populated. However, it still attracted some puzzled glances. He waved his sleeves and cleared away a thick fog to block his vision. Otherwise, if any complications arose, the entire town would gather around and it would be a mess.
"Give me twenty meat buns." Zhang Ling waved his sleeves and lifted up the kneeling Liu Lao's son. The son nodded quickly and ran to the steamer.
At that moment, a child's voice suddenly came: "Wow, it's foggy!"
Another child exclaimed, "What a thick fog!"
The two little children were mumbling to each other, holding hands and groping towards a certain place.
"Brother Huzi, what are you going to give Dabao to eat today?"
"Hehe... I stole the steamed bread my dad made for me. What about you, Gouzi?"
"Oh! It's my birthday today, and my mother cooked longevity noodles for me. Look..."
Before the child could finish his words, a woman's anxious voice could be heard in the distance, "You naughty child! Where have you been being naughty again? You've been running around without me noticing! If I find you, I'll beat you to death!"
"Oh no, my mother seems to be coming over!"
“Ouch!”
The child holding the longevity noodles couldn't see the road clearly and stumbled and fell to the ground in a panic.
With a clang, the porcelain bowl of noodles in his hand shattered to the ground.
“Wuwuwu…”
The young child lay on the ground crying loudly, and the skin on his tender calves, knees and arms had peeled off, revealing wounds with red marks.
"Woo woo woo! Brother Huzi, my noodles are spilled..."
At this time, a tall figure appeared. He waved his sleeves, and a breeze blew around, enveloping the two children. The broken skin scars on the little ones' bodies miraculously healed and they returned to their original state.
"Wuwuwu..." Although the pain was gone and the wound had healed, the child was still crying, as if he had not yet come to his senses.
Zhang Ling smiled and pointed a finger at the broken porcelain bowl and the longevity noodles scattered on the ground. In a moment, a large, intact bowl filled with noodles appeared in his hand.
Looking down, I saw that the longevity noodles were made of wide noodles. Combined with the big bowl in my hand, I inexplicably thought of something called "big bowl of wide noodles".
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