"The stars in the Jade Sky are densely packed with golden bowls, the celestial rivers flow through the deep heavens. The fairies in the Moon Palace turn the moon, illuminating the world with all its elegance."
Several young men dressed in brocade and jade clothes, with their hair tied up in scholar's scarves, rode past Daliushan on horseback. The young man in the lead even recited a poem, which drew cheers from the people behind him.
Fang Jian, wearing a coarse linen shirt, sat leisurely on the ridge of the field outside Daliushan, his arms resting on his knees, glancing at the young men.
Then he lowered his head and looked at a lump of mud under his feet.
He raised his left hand and waved it in the air. An invisible magic power immediately shielded the mud lump. Then he chanted an incantation. This incantation was the magic of turning stone into gold that he had spent 300 Qi to have the Hongmeng Editor edit.
After the spell was finished, a golden light suddenly appeared on the sword finger of Fang Jian's right hand, and then Fang Jian immediately pointed the sword finger at the mud pimple on the ground.
Suddenly, the mud lump emitted a brilliant golden light, but only Fang Jian could see it because he had covered it up with his magic power.
As the golden light flashed, the mud lump as big as an adult's fist turned into a fist-sized piece of gold.
Fang Jian smiled. The advantages of the Hongmeng Editor were now apparent. No matter what kind of magic weapon, Taoism, or spell, as long as it was produced by the editor, it would be very easy to practice.
Of course, this is only for himself. If he gives the Taoism and magic spells edited by the Hongmeng Editor to others, the speed of their cultivation will still depend on the person's comprehension.
Fang Jian picked up the gold and weighed it in his hand. It weighed about one pound. He casually put it into the Yunwen Qingfeng sleeve pouch, then retracted his magic power and raised his head.
Then Fang Jian saw a pair of bright eyes. It was a little girl from Daliushan, about seven or eight years old. She was squatting on the side of the road and looking at Fang Jian with curiosity.
Fang Jian smiled at the girl, and the girl returned a sweet smile, then stood up and trotted over to Fang Jian.
The girl squatted in front of Fang Jian, then raised her right hand and extended it to Fang Jian, "This is for you." The girl said.
Fang Jian's eyes fell on the girl's hands, and he found a freshly made clay doll lying in the palm of her muddy little hand.
Fang Jian picked up the clay doll, took a look at it, and then asked, "Did you make this?"
"Hmm." The girl nodded and said, "A figurine of the Earth God."
Fang Jian took a closer look and asked, "Why does the Earth God have one big eye and one small eye?"
The girl said, "Grandpa Liu said that the God of Land has two eyes. One eye can see good people, and the other eye can see bad people."
"Oh." Fang Jian understood. This girl was concretizing the old people's legend about the land god of Daliushan.
The girl squatted in front of Fang Jian, staring straight at his right hand. Seeing her like this, Fang Jian couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Why are you looking at my hand?"
The girl said, "It's white, whiter than soaked pig skin."
"..." Fang Jian was stunned when he heard this, and then he burst into laughter.
But then the girl said, "I just saw your fingertips glowing golden. Why?"
Fang Jian was slightly stunned, then he understood that before a child is twelve years old, their innate energy has not yet dissipated, so it is normal for them to see some miracles and strange things.
Fang Jian laughed and said, "You're seeing things." Then he pointed to the sun in the sky and said, "Look at the sun."
Hearing this, the girl looked towards the sun, but soon her eyes were dazzled by the sun and she couldn't open them, so she quickly lowered her head.
At this time, Fang Jian stretched out his finger in front of her eyes and asked, "Look, is it glowing?"
The girl stared blankly at Fang Jian's fingers. Indeed... they seemed to be glowing, but that was actually because her eyes were stimulated by the sunlight. However, for a seven or eight-year-old child, this method was enough to fool her.
The girl reacted and immediately lost her curiosity about Fang Jian. "Give me back my clay figure," the girl said, stretching out her hand.
Fang Jian handed the clay figurine back. The girl took it back, turned around and ran away to play somewhere else.
"Brother Dafang." Just then, a shout came from the entrance of the village. Fang Jian turned his head and saw that it was Muramasa's grandson.
Everyone in Daliushan has the surname Liu. The village chief is Liu Yuanqi, his son is Liu Daye, and his grandson is Liu Hongye. This shows how much hope Liu Yuanqi placed on his children and grandchildren.
However, Fang Jian called the village chief Liu Yuanqi "Father Liu", Liu Daye "Brother Liu", and Liu Hongye just called him Xiao Liu.
But Liu Hongye came to Fang Jian and said to him, "Brother Fang, it's time for dinner. Grandpa asked me to call you."
Fang Jian said, "Xiao Liu, call me Brother Fang."
Liu Hongye shook his head and said, "Brother Fang doesn't sound good, only Brother Fang sounds good."
"..." Fang Jian said helplessly, "Call me Brother Fang, and I'll give you something good."
Liu Hongye blinked and asked, "What good stuff?"
Fang Jian reached out and pinched off ten ounces of gold from the lump, then used his magic power to shape it into a thumb-sized golden pig. "Look, this is it."
"Pig?" Liu Hongye's eyes lit up and he quickly reached out to take it. "Is it made of brass?"
Fang Jian said: "No, it's made of gold."
Liu Hongye said, "Gold? I've never seen it, but I've heard from adults that gold is very valuable. Can I take it to Grandpa to have a look?"
“可以啊。”方鉴点头道。
刘宏业得到允许，马上朝着大柳庄内飞奔了回去。
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