Dawn of the Grey Tower

　　 "Don't close your eyes, it makes me kidnapped you like the old man. I walked the rivers and lakes for half my life, but I haven't touched the flower-picking activity once, let alone you are a kid, don't want to be a daughter."

　　 Two words, awakening Jerry from the chaos, the gods are pitiful, he himself doesn't know when he closed his eyes. Thinking of this is also a biological instinct. After all, although Vata has been doing it often, he has never been so neat.

　　 With his eyes opened, the Ratman can finally be sure that he and the fisherman are now standing on the roof beside the street. Different from the architectural style of most houses in this city, the houses on this street will have an obvious roof ridge, which is about one palm wide, which is definitely not spacious, but for trained people, this palm is wide. The place is enough to stand up.

　　 Another thing worth noting is that besides the stone beasts on the street, the eaves of these houses are also lined with monster sculptures. And the first monsters carved are always the same, and they still have an iron chain in their mouth, and a copper bell is hanging under the chain.

What Jerry didn't know was that before he was reprimanded by the fisherman and opened his eyes, these brass bells actually showed signs of ringing when the two stepped on the eaves. It was after the fisherman made a silent gesture to the eaves beasts. The latter quieted down.

　　 This also explains why on this street, people are not very worried about the security system above their heads, and the upper part of this block is very different from the seemingly undefended security system.

　　 "It's so lively." The mouse man sighed subconsciously. This is because when you look from above, you can have a panoramic view of the street. Even though the residents here are not noisy, the red lanterns and bright green flags are enough to announce the liveliness of this place to the outside world. In this sigh, it can be said that there are mixed flavors.

　　 After every change, I was young and left home. Jerry hasn't had a normal life for a long time. The ceremonies and festivals have long become a corner of the distant molten iron city in my memory, no longer alive. In fact, in the days of training and rushing, he hadn't experienced festivals, but the Ratman knew very well that those days belonged to others and had nothing to do with this monster from a foreign land. To this day, the lights have moved people's hearts.

"Is it lively? That's because you haven't seen Shangyuan. Compared with the really lively festival, this Aijie is much more restrained." The fisherman said, putting down the fish basket, not afraid that it would fall, and took out his pipe. The pot is lit on the fire.

　　 "Don't worry, let's take a look here now. Anyway, your two partners are also shopping. If they visit them, we will watch them shopping. This is called a mantis catching a cicada, and the oriole is behind."

　　 Sure enough, Jerry saw Cheese and Alice in the crowd below. The golden hair of the Huntress was still very conspicuous among the black-haired people. After confirming their safety, the Ratman was relieved. He relaxed his body and began to savour the world in the light with real appreciation,

　　 "What do you mean when you say this is Ai festival? Most of the celebrations I know are the king’s birthday or the day of worship of the gods. Is this also true of this festival?"

　　 "Well, it really isn't." The fisherman raised his eyebrows and smiled. The question the Ratman asked was exactly what he wanted to say,

"The Moxa Festival, as the name suggests, was originally a festival related to wormwood. In my homeland, the midsummer season is when mosquitoes are prosperous. People will hang medicinal wormwood on the doors and windows in order to repel the insects. Over time, Wormwood became a kind of talisman, but it was only effective during this period of time. And time is a whirlpool, and then many things happened during the Ai Festival, people either for commemoration or to ward off evil spirits. The scale and customs of Ai Jie are also increasing. Nowadays, it is no longer clear which one came from."

　　 "Well, this is also helpless." Jerry said thoughtfully, staring at the scene on the street. In a few words, the Ratman sensed something familiar to him, a sense of history, in the homeland in the fisherman's mouth.

　　The situation in this world is always changing. Kings, laws, lords, and few kingdoms can last until the birth of tradition. At this point, the grey lions are lucky. The remote and barren land makes their lives monotonous but stable, so chivalry can be spread as a value recognized by the country. Even in the strong hammer collar composed of new immigrants, this heritage has not completely disappeared because of the status of immigrants.

　　 "What can I do? No, boy, there is nothing better than this." The fisherman spit out a smoke and said slowly. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, took Jerry's wrist, and pressed his thumb lightly on his veins.

　　 "You, you have practiced for a few days and got some pointers, but after all, you didn't get anything. The problem is not with the person who taught you, nor with the method of teaching you. Do you know where the problem is?"

The Ratman was stunned for a while, and then he woke up from the fisherman's sudden movements and topics. His already low mood was even more negative, and he exhaled and said, "It's me. I have no talent. I can't get in with the key. "

　　 "Puff, hahahaha" The old man heard this, and suddenly two puffs of smoke were ejected from his nose, and then he let out a loud laugh. He smiled and patted his thigh, as if he had never heard such a funny thing in his life, and this naturally made Jerry embarrassed. If it weren't for the wrist still being held firmly in the hands of the fisherman, he really wanted to turn his head and run away, and find a place where no one was left to swallow the humiliation silently.

　　 "Bang!" The red-hot pipe pot is very hot. It hurts to hit the head. However, the fisherman made his move naturally, except for a little burnt hair, this one will not cause any real damage to Jerry.

　　 "Why did you hit me?" "I hit you, naturally because you said it wrong. Not only wrong, but also wrong, not only wrong, but also nonsense."

　　 "Huh?" This Ratman is completely confused. He has always attributed his failure in Qi training to his lack of effort or lack of comprehension. This is something even his instructor tacitly agrees. But why does the fisherman say that he is shit?

"Ah what, come on, let me tell you about this Aijie." The old man returned to the previous topic again as if he didn't want to explain at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but his hands never let go, "This Ai Jie, when I arrive at Benliu City, it’s already different from what I know. Look at it, there is half a wormwood on the whole street? Do you know why? Because there is no such grass growing here, but no After the wormwood, I will do the same for this festival."

　　 Jerry looked down again, and he didn't see half of the so-called wormwood, but there were many stalls with green curtains, which might be regarded as a substitute.

"It's the same for the holidays and Qi training. Don't follow the deadly reason. Your Qi is slow to condense, because your body is different from your body, and the speed and trajectory of the Qi movement are slightly different. But then again, How can two people in this world be exactly the same? The vitality is different from person to person, men and women, old and young, strengths and weaknesses are different. This is like cooking. A good cook makes the same dish and can’t make the same amount every time It’s because you can’t find two fish that are exactly the same. The same is true when a good doctor prescribes medicine. Both the strong man and the weak old man have caught the wind and cold, and the medicine must not be the same. The old man was hurt by your medicine."

　　 "I'm talking about this, do you understand?" The fisherman finished speaking slowly, and then looked at Jerry, only to see that the latter had his eyes closed and stood still. The old man pinching his veins naturally knew what was going on inside the opponent's body, so he nodded and released his hand.

　　 "You are not stupid, you just love to be horny."

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