The question he was thinking about was - how did Xiao Shao feel it? And why could it be? What is the magical use of this scroll?
If such a magical artifact falls into his hands, he will be lucky enough to become the master of the magical artifact. Many people may feel it a pity. Cheng Tianle has just entered the world of paintings to practice. At the same time, he spent so much time to create this world that does not exist in reality.
The senior immortals who created this scroll may not be so boring. If they pursue the free and easy enjoyment of the soul world, they can be satisfied with all kinds of things in the false realm. Why use this scroll world to reality? If it is just used to assist in practice, it is actually optional. Cheng Tianle can practice without a scroll. If it is to reflect the scenery of people, then Gusu is in the world and there is no need to spend magic power to run into the scroll. As for the appearance of Xiao Shao, the spirit of the scroll world, it is an accident.
With this trip, the feelings of the Painting World for Cheng Tianle and Xiao Shao became more and more vivid. Seeing Cheng Tianle meditate and silent, Xiao Shao said softly: "Recently, I often have a feeling that this Painting World is likely to become completely real, just like the Xiao Kunlun Cave Heaven Enchantment you told me. On that day, I should be able to enter and exit freely, and for you it is not only the world of the soul."
Cheng Tianle frowned slightly and said, "But in that case, what about other people in the scroll world? For example, there is also one Wu Yanqing in the scroll world. If he goes out, wouldn't there be two Wu Yanqing in the world? It's like a person in the mirror walking out, isn't it possible?"
Xiao Shao also frowned slightly and said, "Yes, I can't figure it out, because this feeling is wonderful and difficult to understand. The world of the painting itself is the shadow of the world of the world, but it is just a deduction of its own world, which is changed by your arrival. After you enter the world of the painting, there are no two happy days in the world of the painting, you are still you."
Cheng Tianle: "If there is any difference, you are not in the real world outside the scroll - my Xiaoshao. I also hope to refine this magical artifact until that day. If it is true as you feel, then you should be the only person who can go out like that."
Xiao Shao pressed his cheek against his chest and said, "I hope so too."
Cheng Tianle hugged her shoulder and said, "It must be like this." Thinking of more wonderful uses of the artifact of refining the painting scrolls, the two hugged each other in a sweet and tender state.
Cheng Tianle walked far in Hengduan Mountains, and reached the border of Yunnan. He also passed by the mountain village where Zhen Shirui and Hu Weihua lived since childhood. He also went to see it specially. This place is already a tropical rainforest, with all kinds of beasts appearing, but he never encountered the danger like the rime beast. Cheng Tianle walked out of the Hengduan Mountains and entered Guangxi from Yunnan. It is still a mountainous area, but it is two different concepts from Cheng Tianle's wilderness, with many people and towns distributed.
Even in the 21st century, many old, young, poor and poor areas are still in a relatively poor and backward state, and cannot be compared with the prosperous Jiangnan. Cheng Tianle has seen many such places in the mountainous areas, with many rural towns that have not yet been fully developed, retaining traditional customs and lifestyles, full of ancient atmosphere, and retaining the original ecology that has not yet been too polluted.
This day, after passing a relatively lively and modern county town, Cheng Tianle suddenly remembered his hometown. It was not his current hometown, and the situation here clearly brought a lot of shadows of his hometown when he was a teenager. This county town has no high-speed rail and highways have not been built yet. External transportation mainly relies on several provincial and national highways that wind in the mountains.
The buses at the long-distance bus station are a bit old, there is no advertisement on the body, and the yellowish color. The patent leather has fallen off in some places at the rear of the car, and the artificial leather mask on the seats in the car can also be damaged. The station is not big, and many people here are either used to buying tickets to get on the bus, or standing next to the road, waving like taking a taxi.
After a long-distance bus leaves the station, it will stop by the road and pull people at any time. Passengers will get on the bus and pay for money. If the seats are full, put a few stools in the aisle and ask these people to sit down. They will remind them to lower their heads as much as possible when passing the checkpoint and not let others see overloading. This kind of long-distance bus is usually contracted by private individuals. A driver and a person equivalent to a ticket seller help, and they are often their own relatives.
The ticket sales and trains are shipped through the station, and a certain amount of management fees are required to be paid to the station, so they are more willing to recruit people along the way on the road. Many people traveling locally also seek convenience and do not want to go to the station more often, so they wave to stop them on the road. It is lively all the way down, and the cars are also mixed.
With his ability to go on a journey, he didn't have to take a bus, but what he wanted to witness was all kinds of things in the world, so he bought tickets from the station to take a bus. The people in the car were crowded and the environment was dirty. If it was not cold, he would open the windows and blow the air. The speed of long-distance buses on mountain roads could not be very fast, not as convenient as the high-speed rail. The destination of this bus was a prefecture-level city. It had to go all day long on the way, and you could only get to the place after dark, and you had to park your car for lunch.
The long-distance bus made a roar of stomping on the undulating mountain roads, and stopped on the side of the road at around 1:00 pm. There was no village in front of the village, only an isolated hotel on the side of the road. Looking around, there was a field and vegetable field. Not long ago, I passed a town where there were many restaurants and shops, but the car did not stop and drove for more than ten kilometers to get here.
Of course, such hotels have a fixed cooperative relationship with the contractors of long-distance buses. Generally, there are local people with some wealth and wealth. They open a parking yard next to the highway and build a hotel to run it. There are about ten tables in the big house, very old-fashioned benches, and behind it is the kitchen. Usually, relatives of the hotel owner's house help the kitchen.
There is also a small counter in one corner of the big house, which is equivalent to a small shop that sells mineral water, biscuits, bread, instant noodles and other products. If someone doesn't want to spend too much money to order food, you can also buy bucket instant noodles here, and the restaurant provides boiling water to soak. There is also a small house next to the big house, which contains three tables, which is where the driver and the ticket seller eat, and of course their meals are free.
As long as the driver parks here, unless the passenger does not want to eat or only eat what he brings, he can only consume here if he eats. The driver and passenger staff not only eat for free, but also get a bonus in the hotel according to the situation. Each long-distance bus often has its own designated hotel.
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ps: Sorry! Go out during the day to do something, and today there is only this update. Starting tomorrow, the usual update time and rhythm will be restored.w w w..c o m