I didn't intend to be a Fairy

I went to the wounded barracks again, and after I came out, my genius just dawned.

Song You stopped at the door for a moment, turned his head and looked to the side, and saw the city wall of Yuanzhi City, towering like a cliff, suddenly thought, he turned around and borrowed a small bowl, and walked up to the city wall.

Holding on to the crenels of the city wall full of gaps in swords and looking into the distance, it is an alpine grassland with thick morning dew, and the first ray of morning light just shines when the sun rises in the east.

"..."

Song You took a deep breath.

From this cool air, one can feel the vitality of the grassland, and it seems to carry a bit of the blood of the battle.

The Taoist held a small bowl in one hand, made a sword finger with the other, pointed at the grassland in front of him, and with a light stroke, he borrowed a little morning dew from the grassland.

After getting off the city wall and returning to the room, he spread out the white paper, took the ink strips and asked Mistress Sanhua to help grind them, and the ink melted with the morning dew on the grassland, and the words written in this way also had a bit of grassland vigor .

Previously, in the camp where the generals were recuperating, Song You wanted to ask Mr. Jiang to help him say hello to his old Taoist, but after thinking about it, with that old man's temperament, he might not be able to say hello, but after all, Mr. Jiang always said hello. If you want to bring the small box, you might as well write a letter, put it in the small box, and take it with you.

So I picked up a pen and dipped in ink, thinking carefully.

When the last letter was in Yidu, the priests of Fuqing Palace were asked to bring it over. It has been four and a half years.

It's been a really long time.

Where should we start now?

I should start writing from Yidu.

I don't know how far it is to go out of Yidu to Changjing. That Anqing's landscape is really like an ink painting, and I should talk about it, but the road I walked, I think it was also the one she walked in the past, and the master who walked the Jiao Temple still remembered her name, Anqing Lao Yanxian has a thousand years of Taoism The obsession with longevity, the Liujiang Conference, a grand ceremony for the people of the southern rivers and lakes, are also the scenery she had seen when she was young.

There are hundreds of miles of mountains from Xuzhou to Pingzhou. The mountain god has met many ancestors of Fulongguan, but he has not met her when she was young.

The scenery of Yunding Mountain and Jingdao Lake, as well as the fact that I became a Taoist for a while, for one night and one year, were also written in random notes.

Song You bowed his head and wrote carefully.

It's time to ask the Fuyun Temple in Jingzhou.

Let's talk about the affairs of Changjing, the people's livelihood, the undercurrents of the court, the ancestor of Fuyang and the snake fairy of Beiqin Mountain, and the general situation of the underworld.

Leaving Changjing, all the way to the north, I don't know how many demons and ghosts there are, and the people's livelihood is suffering.

Song You wrote in detail and long-winded.

But if you want to make him simple, you can't delete a single word.

After all, it has been five years since I went down the mountain.

Thoughts are there, but you shouldn't talk about them too much. If you talk about it hypocritically, you will split them into thousands of parts and divide them into words.

Maybe it was written too seriously, and he didn't even care about the Sanhuamao standing beside him and staring at it unblinkingly. Or maybe she just wanted to show Empress Sanhua, so she ignored it on purpose. Only when he stopped writing and thought about it and glanced at her inadvertently, did he realize that he should also tell about Empress Sanhua.

Sanhuamao looked at it more seriously for a moment.

Sometimes I write and stop, sometimes I am silent, sometimes I think, sometimes I look at the cat without saying a word, and I don’t know it, from the early morning to noon, it took another afternoon, and I don’t know how many sheets of paper I used.

When the Taoist put away his pen and took back the papers with dried ink one by one, and stacked them together in order, he saw the three-flowered cat standing on the table, raising his head high and staring at him, without saying a word. Fa, only followed his movements and figure with his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

It was another early morning.

Song Youtian woke up before dawn, lit the lamp to wash up, felt that the time was almost up, so he took the letter paper and Empress Sanhua, and went to look for Jiang Dadu.

On the way, I met Zhang Junshi again.

Coincidentally, just as they entered the room, Jiang Dadu, who had been lying there for a day and a night, just woke up.

"call……"

Jiang Dadu sat up, his eyes widened, and he gasped for breath.

It's like suffocating for a long time, and it's like waking up from a nightmare.

"What's wrong, Mr. Jiang?" Song You asked.

"Can you successfully find the place that Mr. Song said? Did you bring all the words?" Junshi Zhang also asked with concern.

"..."

But Jiang Dadu opened his eyes round, turned his head to look around, and then looked at Song You, and then squeezed out a dumbfounding expression, and said, "Mr. Song is indeed a god..."

"How to say?"

Master Zhang asked quickly.

"If you weren't a god, how could you live in such a place with so much aura and celestial spirit?" Jiang Dadu didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment, "Mr. didn't explain it to the villain in advance, but he frightened the villain."

"Have you found Mr. Jiang?" Song You didn't argue that he had reminded him to be careful, but only asked him.

"Speak quickly!" Junshi Zhang also urged.

"The little one followed the place Mr. Song said, and everything went smoothly. On the way, I saw an old man who was dying. He was able to talk to my soul. I asked him the way, and it was indeed Yinyang Mountain. The little one When I arrived, I didn’t see the Taoist temple, so I followed what Mr. Song said, and called out a few times, saying that Mr. Song invited me to come, but suddenly, the whole mountain seemed to become a fairy’s residence. The aura of the villain almost washed away the spirit of the villain." Jiang Dadu seemed to be in shock and terrified. A gust of wind rushed out from inside, and the villain was blown by the wind, his spirit almost fell apart, and he didn't know what happened immediately, he was only in a daze, instinctively ran towards the direction of the shell, and ran all the way back."

"Have you seen Mr. Song's master? But did you talk about going to Kuteng? Where did the wind come from?" Junshi Zhang asked several questions in a row in a hurry.

"I didn't see it, I didn't see anything!

"Of course I talked about going to Kudo, it's just the wind that rushed out of it after I finished talking!

"Who knows where it came from? The villain's mind is out of his body, and the eyes of the soul are different from the body. The mountain is full of spiritual light. I'm afraid it's nothing more than the heavenly palace in the sky! The villain's eyes are almost destroyed. Shaking blind, I can only see the dazzling aura, just the aura radiating from the outside, I feel like a fairy, the villain only touches a little, as if drunk, I can't see anything, I only know that The wind is coming out of it..."

Jiang Dadu also patiently answered one by one.

After finishing speaking, he said to Song You with a bitter face: "Sir, I didn't say a few words in advance. A little fugue outside the body is nothing more than a little ghost. How dare you go to such a fairy place?"

Listening to Master Zhang, he felt as if he was listening to a fairy tale told by Mr. Shu or an old man in the village. If the matter was not urgent, he might have to ask a few more questions out of curiosity.

Now he could only look at Song You.

"Military commander, don't worry."

Song Youben was lost in thought about Jiang Dadu's description, and when he received Zhang Junshi's gaze, he was relieved a little, so he said to him: "The family teacher is not a difficult person to get along with, but he is straightforward and old. After that, I am too lazy to entertain guests, since Mr. Jiang has already told the matter, the family teacher must have heard that Mr. Jiang has also been to Yinyang Mountain, so we just need to send the things there as usual."

"Then it's extremely precious to go to Kuteng." Junshi Zhang was a little apprehensive, "Respected Master... May Respected Master agree?"

"I think it's passed down from generation to generation."

"Oh! Then thank you sir!"

"Write another letter at most, and take it with the small box, just in case."

"Mr. Benyi!"

Zhang Junshi immediately asked someone to fetch a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

So Song You wrote a few more lines on the paper, telling himself why he invited people to write to him, how to use the mother and child box, and that he wanted three hundred seeds for removing vines, etc., and put them in the small box.

"call……"

Blow on the letter paper and the ink will dry completely.

Immediately, he took out a stack of thick paper from his arms, stacked this piece of paper on top, and put it into the small box inside the big box.

Jiang Dadu was taken aback by the pile of letter papers, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He closed the small box and fastened it, and then covered the big box. After he opened his eyes and put down his hands, he opened the big box and saw that the small box inside had disappeared.

"alright."

Jiang Dadu seemed to be worried that the small box would not make it through, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Song You: "If there is no accident, the small box will come back in three days, as long as the Shangxian over there agrees to take away the original contents." Put the things on and go to Kuteng, and after three days, the things you want will be in the barracks.”

"Good job with one step."

"Don't dare..."

Having seen the blessed land full of spiritual light, like the dwelling place of immortals, Jiang Dadu can't be casual in front of Song You anymore, and always feels uneasy.

Song You checked the walnuts on the generals a few more times and left after confirming that nothing had changed.

Zhang Junshi followed him respectfully.

Halfway there, I ran into Yin Wenxing again.

Seeing Yin Wenxing's hurried footsteps, Master Zhang stopped him immediately and asked, "Where is Mr. Yin going in such a hurry?"

"The villain is trying to find General Chen and his military advisor."

"But what did you hear?"

"Yesterday, the Saibei King's Tent discussed with the remaining monsters for a whole day, and they have already discussed a solution to Mr. Song and our Yuanzhi City! The villain heard something and was about to report it to the general and the military adviser!"

"Tell me quickly."

"Military Master, do you still remember the monster in the Saibei Army who was good at observing the sky and measuring the weather? And the evil thing with the water knife?"

"Naturally."

"I heard that the sky will change tonight. It will rain heavily. It will rain heavily for three consecutive days. They summoned all the monsters in the army to take advantage of the heavy rain and use water diversion knives to collect the accumulated water in the grassland. Bring some water over, and then gather the power of all the monsters to attack Yuanzhi City and Mr. Song!"

"ah……"

The military division also frowned.

Now it is summer and it is the rainy season on the grassland, and the famous Lanshui River is tens of miles north of Yuanzhi City. The battle of Lanshui used to be mainly on the banks of Lanshui River.

Although the demon holding the water-dividing knife is not powerful, but with the water-dividing knife, he can have the power of a water god. Before that, the moat outside the city of Yuanzhi was taken away by him with a wave of a knife.

"Water attack..."

Zhang Junshi looked at Mr. Song next to him.

But Mr. Song asked indifferently: "Did you really summon all the monsters in the army?"

"Small one sounds like this."

Yin Wenxing replied honestly.

Zhang Junshi couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then took a closer look at the expression on Song You's face, and suddenly felt relieved.