Chapter 11 011: Lightning Speed, Dayun Motorcycle
Turning stones into gold and keeping a mistress in a golden house are no longer possibilities.
Although Shen Tang was disappointed, he dared not risk his life.
As time passed, the dark blue clouds were tinged with a faint reddish-orange halo until dawn broke.
As a playful ray of morning sunlight kissed her eyelids, Qi Shan awoke from her dream.
He glanced at the sun, rubbed his right eye wearily, and muttered to himself.
"Why is it only 5 AM?"
Shen Tang said, "It's getting late."
Qi Shan looked over upon hearing the sound and saw Young Master Shen sitting by the campfire roasting something.
"You didn't sleep a wink last night?"
The coarse linen prison uniform was soaked with dew, clinging listlessly to the skin, without any wrinkles from sleeping soundly.
Shen Tang didn't even look up: "I didn't sleep. Too many things happened yesterday, I couldn't sleep at all. Would Mr. Qi like to try my cooking?"
As he spoke, he handed the branch in his hand to Qishan.
Qi Shan then saw clearly what Shen Tang was roasting in his hands.
Three cakes strung together by a tree branch.
The pancakes are about the size of an adult's palm, baked until golden brown on both sides, silently emitting an enticing aroma.
Where would you find a pancake in the middle of nowhere?
It's obvious without even guessing.
He didn't stand on ceremony with Shen Tang: "Thank you."
Qi Shan was a meticulous person. Before eating breakfast, he would do some "preparatory activities"—he would wet a handkerchief with water from his water bag, wipe away the remaining sleepiness from his face, take out a toothbrush from his bag, sprinkle some mint green powder on it, and then use the remaining water from his water bag to wipe his teeth and rinse his mouth.
Only after cleaning did I pick up the toasted, fragrant flatbread.
"Huh? Why is it sweet?"
Although the sweetness is not strong and is mostly masked by the crispness, you can still taste it if you take a careful bite.
Shen Tang reveals the secret: "The cauldron is as sweet as honey, but it is impossible to obtain."
Upon hearing this, Qi Shan's expression immediately became indescribable, and even the pancake in her mouth lost its flavor.
He said helplessly, "...'The cauldron is as sweet as honey' comes from the Song of Righteousness, and it is also a kind of morale-boosting phrase that requires a very high level of literary skill..."
Are you deliberately trying to antagonize these words of power?
Regardless of its effects, it's all edible in Shen Xiaolangjun's hands.
How can I face "food as sweet as honey" in the future?
"Who cares what kind of incantation it is? In my opinion, only incantations that can fill my stomach are useful." Shen Tang blew on the piping hot pancake, carefully took a small bite, and as the aroma of the food spread in her mouth, she felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. "The maltose on the pancake isn't just from 'The cauldron is as sweet as maltose.' I found that incantation consumes a lot of literary energy, so I abandoned it..."
Qi Shan: "..."
So, she harmed other spiritual words for a piece of candy?
Which sentence did you choose?
Shen Tang calmly extended her right hand: "The Zhouyuan Plain is fertile, and even bitter herbs taste sweet."
A piece of maltose the size of a thumb appeared.
Qi Shan suddenly frowned: "This incantation..."
Shen Tang popped the candy into her mouth and chewed, squinting her eyes with satisfaction: "What's wrong with this incantation?"
"No one has ever used it."
Shen Tang: "...Huh?"
"The power of words we use now all originate from those national seals, or rather, from that thieving star. The power of words recorded on them is vast and countless. In the more than two hundred years since the thieving star appeared, more and more power of words have been used by talented people, but compared with the power of words that cannot be used, it is still just the tip of the iceberg. This phrase 'The Zhouyuan Plain is fertile, and even bitter herbs taste sweet' is just something I copied by chance..."
He found it interesting and wrote it down.
Shen Tang: "..."
Qi Shan asked her, "How effective is this incantation?"
Just conjure up a piece of candy?
Instead of answering, Shen Tang asked, "Didn't Mr. Qi see that?"
Her eyes were too open and clear, like a spring whose bottom could be seen at a glance. Qi Shan couldn't tell if she was hiding anything, but she knew she wasn't as innocent as she seemed. They stopped talking and quietly ate their breakfast, finishing all the baked flatbreads. After they were full, they tended to the campfire.
Pack your things and get ready to go.
Because Shen Tang's coarse hemp prison uniform was too conspicuous, Qi Shan offered him a clean old garment. While Shen Tang was changing, he accidentally stepped on a patch of soft soil.
"Huh?"
I crouched down and parted the weeds to find out what was going on.
Picking up a pinch of loose, damp soil with my fingers and feeling it closely, I discovered that it was completely different from the barren sandy soil that could raise dust three steps away.
For some unknown reason, he suddenly drew his sword from his waist and plunged it into the soil. At first, the soil was soft and easy to penetrate without any resistance, but after only six inches, he found it difficult to move forward, as the sword became entangled in some sticky soil.
He then pulled the longsword out of the ground.
The dirt on the sword accurately reflects the situation.
Qi Shan twirled the dirt on the sword's edge, muttering thoughtfully, "The Zhouyuan Plain is fertile, even bitter herbs taste sweet..."
The general meaning of this phrase is: The land of Zhouyuan is so fertile that even wild herbs and bitter vegetables can taste as sweet as maltose.
Shen Xiaolangjun's words of power...
Is the focus on "maltose"?
Is it still the same as "the fertile land of Zhouyuan"?
Qi Shan lowered her eyelids, wiped the sword clean, sheathed it, and stood up as if nothing had happened. She used her wooden clogs to wipe the dirt off the sword mark, concealing it. A short while later, Chen Tang emerged from the dense forest.
The clothes for adult men were too big for the eleven or twelve-year-old boy, so she had to use long straps to pull the sleeves down to the wrists, changing the wide sleeves into narrow sleeves. She also had to lift the overly long hem to be level with her ankles and then use a waist rope to tie the clothes in place.
With his handsome face that has a feminine look yet also a touch of wildness, he has a dashing young man vibe.
Qi Shan called out, "Young Master Shen, let's go, follow us."
Shen Tang jogged a few steps: "Sir, I'm coming right now."
As the sun rose higher and the heat intensified, Shen Tang wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve: "Mr. Qi, don't you have any spirit words that can conjure up tall horses? Last night, that third-class maidservant had swords, spears, halberds, and a tall horse; it would have been so convenient for getting around."
Qi Shan asked her casually, "Does Young Master Shen have martial arts skills?"
Shen Tang shook her head: "This...no..."
"Because they lacked courage, they had no horse."
A single, simple sentence sealed Shen Tang's fate.
Shen Tang almost breathed out his soul smoke: "Why? Aren't literary and martial spirits equal? Can't these kinds of spiritual power be shared?"
She felt that her literary talent had been looked down upon!
Looking down at her two thin, bamboo-like legs, she was speechless with emotion. Although her foot wounds had been given basic treatment and she had put on the soft-soled straw sandals that Qi Shan had lent her, the road was rugged, and who knew how long it would take to reach the nearest village on foot…
Qi Shan glanced at the seemingly absent-minded young master Shen Tang out of the corner of her eye and chuckled.
"There's no need to share this kind of power of words."
"How could it not be necessary?"
What was the equivalent of a tall, magnificent horse in ancient times?
Equivalent to a luxury sports car!
"Generally speaking, scholars with literary talent are accompanied by carriages and horses when they travel. Why should they rely on themselves like those brutes?"
Shen Tang: "..."
After walking for a while, Qi Shan vaguely heard the young man Shen, who was following behind him, muttering weakly.
"Speeding like lightning—"
He was about to be amazed by the young master Shen's extraordinary comprehension, as he had even mastered such a high-level incantation that could increase the marching speed of the army.
Who knew her next sentence was—
"Dayun Motorcycle!"
Qi Shan: "???"
This chapter was difficult to write and required multiple revisions.
This is the update for the 24th; there will be another chapter during the day.
The wind outside is so strong that I can't sleep.
(End of this chapter)
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