There are many candy sellers on the streets of the town, and many children come to buy them.
A fair and fat boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, went to an old man selling candy men and bought two candy men.
Just as I was about to leave, I was stopped by someone.
"Little Baozi!" Fenghong shouted from behind.
Little Baozi turned his head and saw Fenghong and smiled: "Fenghong, I was just going to find you," he said, handing one of the candy figures to Fenghong, "Here's one for you!"
Just as Fenghong was about to take it, Kongyin suddenly flew over and took the candy man away.
Kongyin: "I'll taste it for the master first."
Little Baozi looked at Kong Yin and then at the only candy man left in his hand, feeling a little embarrassed.
Fenghong saw his embarrassment: "I won't eat, you can eat."
The little bun started eating happily, "Fenghong, tomorrow is the deadline to go up the mountain, let's set off early tomorrow morning!"
Fenghong: "Okay!"
The person called Little Baozi is Chu Shutong. He lives in the same town as Fenghong. His family environment is similar to Fenghong's, slightly better than Fenghong's. He also loves to read. But he is not self-taught. His father is a teacher in a school.
Sir, teach him personally and save the tuition.
Because Chu Shutong and Fenghong were in Yizhou City, not far from Changye Temple, they did not go there early. They planned to go there early tomorrow morning and arrive before dark in the afternoon.
The two were walking together, and Chu Shutong saw one of his neighbors.
"Hey, Wang Meixiang." Chu Shutong shouted to a girl.
The woman turned around and saw Chu Shutong, and forced a smile: "It's you!"
"We are going to take the immortal recruitment exam tomorrow! Are you going?" Chu Shutong shouted.
After hearing this, Wang Meixiang's face instantly became very complicated. On her face, you can see disappointment, loss, sadness, envy, jealousy, and anger. To describe it more specifically, these expressions change in turn on her face. Because every time
The expressions all switch very quickly, so it’s hard to figure out which one it is?
Maybe both!
Because of poverty, many people in the town have never gone to school or are even illiterate, especially girls.
But Chu Shutong was a little careless, so he didn't take it seriously or care, and blurted out, but this sentence deeply hurt Wang Meixiang.
"I - I don't really want to go!" Wang Meixiang forced out a smile again.
But Chu Shutong didn't notice this, and continued to stimulate her: "Why don't you want to go? You might as well give it a try, there are so many people and it's so lively! People from all over the country are going..."
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a woman: "What are you going to do? Ah? You two are the only ones who want to become immortals? There are so many young ladies in the country, how can you two compare with them?" After saying that, she slapped Wang Meixiang on her face.
On the back, "I asked you to chop firewood and you came here to chat? They are still literate in their dreams, but you don't look at yourself. You don't know the words and you dare to think in broad daylight? Don't think about useless things!"
Chu Shutong was in a daze after hearing this. Yes, how could he compare with those rich and powerful young men like this?
Fenghong patted Chu Shutong gently: "No one cares about your status this time. What about the young master? What if you are the prince? We all have the same status in this exam!"
Chu Shutong sighed: "Fenghong, I know what you mean, but," he sighed again: "Those young masters have been taught by famous Confucians since they were young, but I only have teachers like my father to teach me. There is a certain gap.
It’s huge!”
Fenghong shook her head: "Shu Tong, we can't choose our own origin and destiny, but we can choose what we will become. No matter how good they are, if we teach them, we can also learn what they have learned, because
Books can be read by everyone regardless of high or low. It does not mean that the books they read since they were born are better than ours. We can read and learn what they can read and learn. But it is just that they may be less efficient in learning.
They are much faster than us, but I believe that as long as we work harder than them and spend more time, we will have no problem catching up with them or even surpassing them."
When Chu Shutong heard this, he raised his head and looked at Fenghong, still not convinced: "Really? Can we really do this?"
Fenghong gave him a look of affirmation: "Yes! You will, believe me!"
Kongyin excitedly circled Fenghong: "Master, I believe in you, master, you are the best!"
Tai'an Prince's Mansion, Tai'an Prince Yijing secretly walked deep into the back garden of his home. It stands to reason that no matter where he goes in his own home, he can be fair and aboveboard.
It was dark at this time, and it was so dark deep in the back garden that I couldn't see my fingers.
Yi Jing carefully walked to a rockery for fear of being discovered by others and stopped.
Waiting a little nervously and a little uneasily.
After a while, I heard a few crows nearby suddenly flying away nervously.
A man suddenly appeared on the rockery opposite Yi Jing. His back was to Yi Jing. He was wearing a big cloak and his face could not be seen clearly.
"How many are there now?" the man said quietly.
Yi Jing is a first-class prince, but he is extremely respectful in front of this person: "More than three thousand plants."
The man burst out laughing, his hoarse voice particularly penetrating in the dark night.
After laughing, he walked to Yi Jing and slowly took off his cloak. In the night, Yi Jing couldn't see very clearly, but one thing he could see clearly was that one of the man's eyeballs was protruding, and the rest could not be seen clearly.
This alone made Yi Jing take a breath of cold air.
The man patted Yi Jing gently and put his mouth close to Yi Jing's ear: "Well done, you are a great hero, it's about time! Hahaha..." There was another burst of laughter, unscrupulous and arrogant.
Yi Jing only felt a chill, and the breath he exhaled when he spoke seemed to be ice-cold!
Yi Jing was a little scared. He didn't know who the person in front of him was.
Is it a human or a ghost?
The man seemed to sense Yi Jing's fear.
"Don't be afraid, you helped me, I won't treat you badly!" The voice was hoarse and cold.
Amidst Yi Jing's anxiety, the man smiled and walked deeper into the darkness, gradually disappearing.
Yi Jing stood in the darkness for a long time before he slowly came to his senses. He sat on the stone beside him with his legs slumped, breathing heavily to calm down the lack of oxygen caused by fear.
Yi Jing returned to the room and paced back and forth. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
What did the man mean when he said it was time? What did he want to do?
Why didn't the time come before, but now it has?
He asked the matte grass he secretly planted to be used for refining the elixir of life. Why did he say that it was time to grow more than 3,000 plants?
Does he have other uses for this herb? Or is it not used to refine the elixir of life at all?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt. Yi Jing began to panic. Then he thought about the sudden recruitment of immortals from heaven. This person asked him to grow herbal medicine in secret. What did this person want to do? Could it be related to the recruitment of immortals?
Yi Jing doesn’t know what to do?
Because he doesn't know who this person is or what his intentions are.
At present, although Yi Jing felt that if the herbal medicine was given to this person, this person must not have done anything good, but how could his family be safe if it was not given to him?
I hope I am overthinking it, this person is just a little weird, Yi Jing comforted himself. This chapter has been completed!