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Chapter 11 011: Speeding, Dayun Motorcycle
Dianshichengjin and Jinwu Zangjiao are hopeless.

Although Shen Tang was disappointed, he did not dare to risk his own life.

As time went by bit by bit, the ink blue clouds were dyed with a light halo of red and orange until the end of the night.

When a bunch of mischievous sunlight kissed his eyelids, Qi Shan woke up from his sleep.

Glancing at the sun, while rubbing his right eye sleepily, he muttered softly.

"How come you are right?"

Shen Tang said, "It's getting late."

When Qi Shan heard the sound, he saw Shen Xiaolang-jun sitting on the bonfire and roasting something.

"You didn't sleep last night?"

The burlap prison uniform was wet with dew, and it was slack against the skin, without the folds pressed by the sound of sleep.

Shen Tang didn't lift his head: "I didn't sleep. There were too many things happening yesterday and I couldn't sleep at all. Mr. Qi, would you like to taste my craftsmanship?"

Saying that, he handed the tree branch in his hand to Qishan.

Only then did Qi Shan see what Shen Tang was roasting in his hands.

Three cakes strung together by branches,
The pancake was about the size of an adult's palm, and it was baked until both sides were browned, silently exuding a tantalizing aroma of food.

In the wilderness, where did the bread come from?
No need to guess.

He was also not polite to Shen Tang: "Thank you."

Qi Shan is a very particular person, and there are "preparatory activities" before eating the morning meal - I saw him wetting the handkerchief with the water in the water bag, wiping off the residual sleepiness on his face, then taking the tooth wood from the bag, and sprinkled a little mint green powder, Rinse your mouth with the remaining water from the water bladder.

After cleaning, pick up the charred pancakes.

"Huh? How is it sweet?"

Although the sweetness is not strong, and it is mostly covered by the crispness, it can still be tasted if you taste it carefully.

Shen Tang revealed the secret: "Ding wok is as sweet as candy, and it is impossible to ask for it."

After Qi Shan heard this, his expression immediately became indescribable, and even the cake in his mouth was not fragrant.

He reluctantly said: "...'Ding Wok Ru Yi' originates from the song of righteousness, and it is also a spirit of words to boost morale, and it has extremely high demands on Wen Xin..."

Sincerely can't live with these words and spirits, right?

No matter what the effect is, will it be eaten in the hands of Shen Xiaolangjun?
How can this make me look directly at "the cauldron like food" in the future?
"What kind of speech spirit it is, in my opinion, it is only useful if it can fill my stomach." Shen Tang blew on the hot cake and took a small sip. The mouth spread, and there was a sense of satisfaction that was bursting with happiness. "The caramel on the cake is not just from the 'Ding Wok's Sweet Potato', I found that the spirit of the words was not a small amount of Wenxin, so I discarded it..."

Praying: "..."

Co-authoring her to harm other words and spirits for a piece of caramel?
"Then which one did you choose?"

Shen Tang calmly stretched out his right hand: "Zhou Yuan is glutinous, and the violets are like glutinous rice."

A thumb-sized piece of caramel appeared.

Qi Shan frowned suddenly: "This sentence is spiritual..."

Shen Tang threw the caramel into his mouth and chewed it, squinting his eyes in satisfaction: "What's wrong with this sentence?"

"No one has ever used it."

Shen Tang: "...Huh?"

"The words and spirits we use now are all derived from those national seals, or from the thief star. The words and spirits recorded on it are as vast as smoke, and I don't know how many. It has been more than two hundred years since the appearance of the thief star. More and more speech spirits are being used by capable people and different people, but compared with the speech spirits that cannot be used, they are still the tip of the iceberg. This sentence 'Zhouyuan is full of glutinous rice, and glutinous rice is succulent' is just a random copy of me..."

He found it interesting and wrote it down.

Shen Tang: "..."

Qi Shan asked her, "What is the effect of this sentence?"

Just make a caramel?
Shen Tang didn't answer and asked: "Didn't Mr. Qi see it?"

Her eyes were too open and clear, as if a clear spring could be seen at a glance. Qi Shan wasn't sure if she was hiding anything, but she knew that she was not innocent on the surface.No longer talking, the two quietly ate the morning meal, ate all the baked pancakes, and dealt with the bonfire after eating and drinking.

Pack up and get ready to go.

Because the hemp prison uniform on Shen Tang was too eye-catching, Qi Shan contributed a clean old clothes.When Shen Xiaolangjun was changing his clothes, he accidentally stepped on a softer soil.

"what?"

Squat down and push aside the weeds to find out.

He picked up a pinch of loose and soft soil with his fingers and felt it carefully, and found that it was completely different from the barren sandy soil that could raise ashes three steps away.

Not knowing what to think, he pulled out the sword from his waist with a swipe and stabbed into the soil.When the sword tip entered the soil, it was soft and easy to enter at first, without hindrance. When it entered the soil six inches, it was difficult to move an inch. The sword tip was wrapped in some sticky soil.

He again [pulled] the long sword out of the soil.

The soil on the blade reflects the situation truthfully.

Qi Shan tugged at the soil on the blade of his sword and muttered thoughtfully: "Zhou Yuan is full of glutinous rice, and sorrel is like a glutinous rice..."

The general meaning of this sentence is that the land of Zhouyuan is fertile, and even violets and bitter herbs can be as sweet as candy.

The spirit of Shen Xiaolang-jun's words...

The focus is on "caramel"?

Still in the "Zhou Yuan's glutinous rice"?

Qi Shan lowered his eyelids to clean the sword, retracted the scabbard, stood up as if nothing had happened, and rubbed the soil with the clogs on his feet to cover up the sword marks.After a while, Shen Tang came out of the jungle.

The clothes of an adult man were too wide for a teenager on eleven or two. She had to use a long strap to tuck the sleeves around her wrists, changing from wide sleeves to narrow sleeves, and then lift the overly long hem so that it was flush with her ankles. Then wrap the waist rope around the waist to secure the clothes.

Coupled with that handsome face with a slanted female appearance and a bit of wild temperament, it has a somewhat romantic taste.

Qi Shan called: "Shen Xiaolang-Jun, leave, follow."

Shen Tang trotted a few steps: "Sir, come here."

As the sun rose, the scorching sun became more and more scorching hot, Shen Tang wiped the sweat with his sleeve: "Mr. Qi, didn't you conjure the spirit of a tall horse here? That third-class hairpin last night was a sword, spear, sword and halberd again. It is a tall horse again, and it is very convenient to travel."

Qi Shan asked her indifferently, "Master Shen Xiaolang has martial courage?"

Shen Tang shook her head: "This... no..."

"Because there is no martial arts, there is no horse."

A faint sentence sentenced Shen Tang to "death penalty".

Shen Tang almost spit out the smoke of his soul: "Why? Aren't both civil and martial arts equal? ​​This kind of speech and spirit can't be shared?"

She felt that her literacy was despised!

Looking down at his two thin bamboo pole-like legs, he was speechless.Although the wounds on her feet were simply treated, and she also wore the soft-soled straw sandals lent to her by Qi Shan, the road was rough and she had to rely on two legs to go to the nearest village and town.

Qi Shan glanced at Xiao Lang Jun Shen Tang, who seemed to be out of his body, and laughed dumbly.

"There is no need to share this kind of speech."

"Why is it unnecessary?"

What is the equivalent of a tall horse in ancient times?
Equivalent to a luxury sports car!
"Generally speaking, literate scribes will be accompanied by horses and carts. Why do they need to be self-reliant like those reckless men?"

Shen Tang: "..."

After walking for a while, Qi Shan vaguely heard Shen Xiaolang Jun, who was following behind him, muttering weakly.

"Fast speed—"

He was just about to be surprised that Shen Xiaolang-jun's comprehension was so extraordinary that even such a high-level word spirit could improve the marching speed of the army.

Who knew her next sentence would be—

"Great Luck Motorcycle!"

Pray for good: "???"

　This chapter is not easy to write

　　It's an update on the 24th, with another chapter during the day.

　　The wind outside the window was so strong that I couldn't sleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)