Chapter 272: The Bluebird's Eager Inquiry [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
Beep beep beep!
Just as Shen Tang was about to get dressed and go to bed, she took down the fork pole to close the window. Just as she was about to close it, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing past the bright moon.
Immediately following this was a beeping sound.
Shen Tang opened the window and secured it with a fork.
But then I saw a bird standing outside the window.
This bird is only the size of a palm. Its forehead and nape are a bright blue-black color, which changes color under the light. Its feathers are dense and have green horizontal stripes. Its belly is a slightly lighter chestnut brown, while its back is turquoise blue and its beak is bright red.
It has a bright color and a light and graceful shape.
Seeing Shen Tang open the window, it wasn't afraid at all. It flapped its wings and jumped into her palm, tilted its head, and made a clear "chirp". Shen Tang was still confused when a magical scene happened - the kingfisher suddenly melted into a viscous, gelatinous dark blue aura.
"This scholarly aura—is it Yuan Liang?"
As the words fell, the deep blue literary energy unfolded, transforming into a deep blue floral stationery sheet. The sheet was blank, except for a charmingly adorable cat head tilted to one side in the lower right corner. Without even looking, one could tell that this was Qi Yuanliang's beloved pet, Su Shang.
"What's the meaning?"
The drawing paper is blank?
Shen Tang looked at it over and over again.
Suddenly remembering something, he took the Wenxin monogram from his waist and stamped it on. The previously blank stationery slowly revealed familiar handwriting—it was Qi Yuanliang's. Qi Shan relayed the message, succinctly stating that he and Zhao Feng had successfully captured their target, the bandit hideout was quite lucrative, and there was another major discovery: the bandit hideout had a powerful backer, one of the local strongmen of He Yin.
Qi Shan has already collected the evidence.
They'll come in handy when dealing with the local bullies in Heyin. Qi Shan was also worried that Shen Tang's side wouldn't have enough manpower, so he specifically wrote to inquire about the situation. Only after seeing the last sentence did Shen Tang realize that the bird was indeed caused by Qi Shan.
Not only can it deliver messages, but it can also verify identities. For literary scholars, what could be more convincing proof than the literary monogram? It's fortunate that Shen Tang has seen Qi Shan's pile of words and notes, otherwise he really wouldn't know what that bird was.
So, here's the question.
How should I reply to Qi Shan?
Shen Tang unearthed the relevant memories.
That incantation seems to be—
Shen Tang closed her eyes, focused her mind, and murmured softly.
"The journey to Pengshan is not far."
A colorless cloud of energy gradually condensed in her palm, expanding from the size of a pea to the size of a fist, remarkably similar to her first attempt at creating a literary monogram. However, the colorless, transparent cloud of energy did not transform into a literary monogram; instead, it unfolded into a blank letter.
Looking at the clean letter, and then thinking about Qi Shan's dark blue stationery with a cat's head drawn in the corner—she seemed to have discovered the repressed flirtatious nature of Qi Yuanliang!
"Now that we have paper, what about pen and ink?"
This problem didn't stump her for long.
She soon discovered that the letter was actually "touchscreen operated," and that she could write on it by gathering a small amount of writing energy with her fingertips.
Shen Tang wrote a long and fluent essay that filled the entire sheet of paper.
He boasted about how heroic and dashing he was, leading a group of twenty-five slackers and easily destroying two bandit strongholds.
"The bluebird diligently seeks to find out." As soon as the words were spoken, the letter transformed into a plump, round bird. Unlike Qi Shan's bird, this bird was not light and graceful. It struggled to flap its pitiful little wings and flew away into the distance under Shen Tang's worried gaze.
Shen Tang: "...Will this thing even be able to be delivered?"
It can be sent over.
It's just that the speed is really slow.
Qi Shan received the reply more than half an hour later—the journey had been slow and he had stopped frequently—and he was almost hit by a lump of flesh falling from the sky. Looking at the panting, exhausted, and fat bluebird, his expression was subtle.
Zhao Feng paused in his act of shooting the bird—he had thought it was just a fat bird passing by, ready to have a snack, but it turned out to be a messenger. Looking at the obviously abnormally fat bird, he exclaimed in surprise, "Is this Lord Shen's reply?"
Qi Shan held the plump bird in both hands.
Some I don't want to open.
Shen Tang was unaware that the size of the messenger bird was linked to the number of words in the letter; the more words, the fatter the bird. Given how fat this bird was, and considering Shen Tang's penchant for rambling on and on, Qi Shan could almost imagine how sloppy the contents of the letter would be.
Zhao Feng asked, "Aren't you going to take a look?"
Qi Shan: "To be honest, I don't really want to."
Despite his apparent disdain, he still gave Shen Tang face.
After all, he is their own lord.
The contents of the letter were indeed as Qi Shan had imagined.
Shen Tang not only wrote to Qi Shan, but also to Chu Yao and Kang Shi—this Word of Power is really interesting, and I haven't had enough of it yet.
Inquire with Chu Yao about the well-being of the elderly, women, and children, and whether they had been discovered by bandits in the mountains. If they had been discovered, kill all the bandits without leaving any survivors. Inquire with Kang Shi about the success of his fishing expedition, and whether any bandits had coveted the valuables.
Chu Yao was slightly surprised to receive the bird.
This kind of spiritual communication is not easy to learn.
Even if you learn it, the distance is extremely limited.
"Teacher, what a fat bird!"
Lin Feng had just finished reciting his daily dose of the Classic of Filial Piety when he opened his eyes to see a huge shadow cast over his teacher, Chu Yao.
Chu Yao lowered his head, pressed down by the fat bird: "This is a bluebird."
"So fat?"
She was educated.
Don't take advantage of her lack of education.
"The size of the messenger bird is related to the number of characters."
Chu Yao opened the letter and took the opportunity to explain the relevant Word Spirits to Lin Feng—in fact, there are quite a few Word Spirits that can transmit messages, but the Bluebird Message Transmission is relatively common and cost-effective.
The distance is relatively far and the number of words is relatively large.
Most importantly—
It consumes little writing and has high accuracy in transmitting messages.
Lin Feng watched in amazement as her teacher waved her hand, transforming literary energy into a brush that produced characters. She couldn't help but murmur enviously, "Word magic is truly amazing... Teacher, can I say a few words to my husband too? Just a few words, I promise it won't be many!"
"you say."
Aside from teaching, Chu Yao was very kind and tolerant towards Lin Feng and Tu Rong. He treated Lin Feng, in particular, like his own son.
I wrote about thirty words.
Chu Yao pointed his sword and made a sweeping motion.
The letter rolled up automatically.
He recited: "I am not ashamed before you, for the bluebird reveals my loyal heart."
Lin Feng watched with envy as the bluebird flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
I look forward to the day when I can successfully unite the hearts of the people.
The next day, a piercing whistle rang out from the bandit stronghold.
"Wake up, wake up, everyone!"
"Get up or you'll be in for a beating!"
Winter days are short and nights are long, and it was still completely dark. The twenty-five atmosphere-building teams that had been dispatched had already woken up on time, some banging drums and gongs, others kicking each other in the backside.
The bandits from the two bandit strongholds that had been captured were all gathered together and registered. Not one of them was allowed to escape!
Let alone people, even the old dog that's panting by the door will be kicked up; nobody is allowed to sleep!
Is she grumpy in bed?
hehe--
If you refuse to wake up now, then you'll never wake up again!
At first, some people didn't believe it and shouted, "I'll take your life!" The next moment, the body was separated from the body, and blood sprayed onto the faces of the bandits who hadn't gotten up yet, scaring everyone into not daring to move.
They looked tremblingly toward the direction where the sword light had appeared, only to see that the handsome young man from earlier that day was now wearing a cloak draped over his shoulders, his expression cold and sinister, like a demon from hell.
He uttered a whisper more terrifying than a demon: "Ten breaths. If anyone still doesn't rise, everyone here can sleep forever."
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I feel there's definitely something wrong with Sogou Input Method.
I just said I've typed 6,000 words since midnight...
Good grief, only two thousand words were actually written...
(End of this chapter)
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