After the two magicians took the boy away, the campfire fell into an eerie silence.︾
Needless to say, A Zhong, A Dong and others were about twenty steps away from them. The real "bonfire" was also silent at this time. The people who were baking things stopped baking, and two or three people were mixed in the crowd.
The people of order stopped walking, a few warriors in the crowd fell into silence, and the bard who was telling the story enthusiastically also stopped telling it.
Because a real story that seemed silent but was actually extremely thrilling was just happening not far away from them.
"grown ups……"
After a long time, Ah Zhong said this in an extremely dry voice.
He could only say "Sir", because apart from that, he didn't know what he should say or what he could say at this moment. And even just saying these two words made him feel abnormal.
It was difficult. There seemed to be an extremely huge and invisible pressure that was suppressing him, both physically and mentally, making him suffocate.
"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back." Fang Tian said lightly, then stood up first and slowly walked back the way he came.
Obviously I can't stay here anymore.
A Zhong, A Dong and a few others followed him silently, while other people around the bonfire also looked at each other silently, and no one dared to follow without permission.
"It's getting late, let's all take a rest." After returning to the tent, Fang Tian just said this and went into a state of tranquility with his eyes closed.
How could poor Ah Zhong, Ah Dong and the others get a rest? Last night, they were unable to rest much because they were in the midst of great changes and uneasiness. Today, if there are no special circumstances, after this day of getting along, they
I should be able to sleep peacefully tonight. Unfortunately, this happened again...
Among the few people, the one with the most violent and frequent psychological fluctuations was Mr. Magician. Although he had received the promise from Mr. Potion Master during the day, after witnessing it with his own eyes just now, the weight of that promise in his heart suddenly changed.
Suddenly it became more than ten times or a hundred times heavier?
If he can really get the guidance of the Potion Master, his destiny will definitely change!
And if he misses this opportunity...
Mr. Magician understands very well that in this lifetime, no, even in ten lifetimes, it is unlikely that he will encounter such an opportunity again...
Such thoughts made him excited and tormented. Reason told him to calm down and calm down. Think carefully about the question given to him by the Potion Master. However, the instincts originating from the body and mind made him move from the inside out.
I was constantly trembling and excited, and I couldn't calm down to think about anything.
This situation, which he knew was wrong but was unable to change, made him suffer even more. For a while, he had no choice but to do anything.
Seeing that if he sat down again in the tent, his whole body would be burned by "fire" from the inside out. After enduring it for many times, Mr. Magician finally couldn't bear it anymore and quietly walked out of the tent. Then with a spell, he burned himself
Thrown into the holy lake.
Perhaps, only the lake water at night can calm him down...
In fact, he was not the only one to do this.
A Dong and Axi and the other four people were also restless. The feeling of having a huge opportunity right in front of them but not knowing how to seize it was also tormenting them to the point of going crazy. After seeing someone set an example, they naturally couldn't bear it anymore.
Unable to stop himself, he also threw himself into the lake.
Here and there, there is no need to describe in detail what kind of speculations and disturbances the incident in the evening caused in many people's minds.
One night passed like this.
As for the mental activities of the few people around him last night and at this time, Fang Tian only ignored them and ignored them. Early in the morning, in the cool morning breeze, he took a few people on a tour.
.On one side, I feel the color of the lake in the early morning, and on the other side, I stop when I encounter a stall.
This is a large-scale business gathering held every five years in the grassland.
Merchants from all over the prairie and even around the prairie have set up stalls here, and many merchants have been preparing for this gathering for several years. So it is conceivable that this gathering is quite interesting.
In the previous life of the Song Dynasty, a book called "Tokyo Menghualu" that recalled life in the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty (Tokyo here refers to Kaifeng, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, which is different from Luoyang, the capital of the Xijing) has this description:
Go out of Zhuque Gate and go to Longjin Bridge. From the south of Zhouqiao, you can find rice in the street, meat, and dried meat. In front of Wanglou, there are badgers, wild foxes, preserved meat, and chickens. Meijia Lujia, geese, ducks, chickens, and eels.
Fish buns, chicken skin, kidney kidneys, minced chicken, each only costs fifteen cents. Cao
Home food. Go to Zhuquemen, fried sheep, white sausage, bream breasts, frozen fish head, ginger and soybean seeds, wiped meat, red silk, sliced sheep head, spicy feet, ginger and spicy radish. Xia Yue Ma
, raw submerged papaya, medicinal papaya, chicken head with sugar, mung beans, licorice ice and snow cold water, lychee paste, broad mustard melon, pickles, apricot slices, plum ginger, lettuce shoots, spicy mustard spinach, fine stuffed ravioli
son, fragrant candy, lychee with sweets, plum blossoms
, Li Dao Perilla Paste, Jinsi Dangmei, Xiangyuan, all stored in plum red boxes. Winter moon rabbit, roasted pork skin, wild duck meat, crispy crystal carp, fried clips, pig offal, etc.
, until Longjin Bridge, the brain meat stops, which is called miscellaneous chewing, until the third watch.
Fang Tian remembered that when he first saw this place, he was really greedy.
I was traveling in the Northland at that time, and I read this book for leisure in the evening. I had already taken a shower, lay on the bed, and flipped through the book to get ready for sleep. But when I saw this, I couldn't help it. Two forces in my heart were at war, and they fought for several days.
After all, I finally overcame my rational control and ran straight out the door to the barbecue city to show off my personality.
Just one person ordered most of everything in the barbecue city, and the store owner looked at him like a lunatic. He probably also doubted his ability to pay, or his thoughts, fearing whether this guy wanted to
After eating and drinking heavily, they run away. (For store owners, such examples are not uncommon.)
In fact, if we investigate one by one in detail, not all the things described in the book are very delicious, and even if some of the things are brought to Fang Tian's mouth, he will definitely shake his head and refuse, too lazy to taste them.
But I just can't stand this crazy enumeration method or "exhaustive method".
Damn it. The author definitely had bad intentions when he wrote this paragraph.
The reason why Fang Tian thought of this paragraph in the book at this time was because he was walking on a "street" similar to this. From east to west, north to south, all kinds of goods from all directions gathered here and were displayed in stalls.
Stacked in tents, they definitely deserve a “dazzling array”.
All kinds of furs and products, all kinds of mountain goods (dry goods), all kinds of long and short swords, guns, bows and swords, all kinds of paper, pens and inks, all kinds of alcohol, all kinds of woven products, all kinds of bone products (similar to ivory and other things)
, various large and small statues carved and polished from beautiful stones (as large as several people tall, as small as the size of a finger), all kinds of strange and rare wood materials and seedlings...
There are really all kinds of things, everything.
Fang Tian even saw something that he thought would never be seen in this world, a piece of clothing made of something very transparent and very similar to silk that looked like a woman's dress from his previous life. This was an exhibit of a large merchant.
.However, this thing is not for sale, but for display as a rare treasure...
Later, Fang Tian also saw a stall related to his current "identity".
The stalls display all kinds of herbal medicines and their products. In other words, this is a stall for potion masters. This is also a stall of a big merchant. In the tent where the stall is located, just because of the elemental fluctuations on its body,
As many as dozens of people...
All this made Fang Tian sigh. It was a worthwhile trip!
Not only was it an eye-opener in terms of all kinds of goods, but more importantly, through these goods, Fang Tian learned about the various ecologies of the prairie and its surroundings, from small to large, from point to surface, to extremely rich.
A very concrete and real understanding.
The most direct result was that after several days of traveling like this, Fang Tian created a virtual map of the prairie and its surroundings in the sea of consciousness.
The map is not the point. The point is that there are tens of thousands of products in this "map"...
Or to put it more directly, if the scene in Fang Tian's sea of consciousness can be truly projected to the outside world at this time, then the "map" in his mind and the real situation in the prairie and its surroundings in the outside world are likely to be true or false.
Difficult to distinguish.
It was also because of this impromptu behavior that Fang Tian had an idea.
In the future, he wants to virtualize the entire continent, or the entire planet, its topography, surface and products in his sea of consciousness as richly as possible on a real basis. Well, let's just treat it as a leisure or game.
On the night of the third day, before the deadline of three days given by Fang Tian, Ah Zhong said to Fang Tian: "Sir, I have thought clearly. When a magician enters the seventh level of practice, it is not just practice."
"It's not just cultivation? Oh, what else is there?" Fang Tian asked.
"Sir, after level nine, if you still want to be promoted, there must be something else that cannot be obtained by practicing alone!"
Ah Zhong said with absolute certainty. In fact, he was gambling, taking a chance on whether it was right or wrong. After these few days of thinking and repeatedly making up his mind, he had already given up. Now he said it without hesitation:
"It was the story of the magical rabbit told by adults that inspired me. A few days ago, adults asked me what I would do if I were that person. My answer at the time was, if it were me, I would only do one
The only thing I can do is to devote myself wholeheartedly to magic practice, strive to be promoted to a ninth-level magician in half or even less time than before, and then travel around the world to look for opportunities."
"When I think about it now, there is something wrong."
"It is certain to concentrate on cultivation, but the most important thing here is that there are some things in the past that I will not do again if I do it again. There may also be some things that I would not do before, but I will do them now
Do."
After saying this, Ah Zhong closed his lips tightly and looked tense, waiting for the verdict.
He didn't know what his reaction would be if the potion master in front of him gave a negative answer.
A Dong, A Xi and several others who also witnessed this incident were all silent, not daring to make any noise. One breath, two breaths, three breaths... At this time, A Dong even seemed to hear time around him. The swaying sound...
It seemed to be extremely short, it seemed to be extremely long, it seemed to be just a few breaths, and it seemed that decades had passed, A Dong heard a voice saying: "Turn around, start, this lake, you are like the previous few." Just like that at night, jump down, go to the middle, dive down, use all your strength."
Oh, this is the voice of the Potion Master.
After a while, A Dong recovered from the trance state where he was listening to his heart.
Then he heard a plop. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!