Aman

Chapter 14
"Don't go!"

Ah Man leaned against the big tree next to him: "It's already dark, and we two can't get out like headless chickens. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning after I have a rest."

"It's okay." Wang Zi'an apologized: "When I traveled in the past, there were servants who took care of everything. I'm really not good at finding the way."

"I'm not good at it, then why did you appear in this mountain, beside me?" Ah Man murmured and reached out to pick out the mustard sac in his arms.

"I really don't know." Wang Zi'an directly raised his finger and swore: "If I know, I will not hide it from you, and if I hide it from you, I will be struck by lightning..."

"It's okay, it's not important."

As he spoke, Ah Man took out two blankets from the mustard bag, and threw them directly to Wang Zi'an: "The black one is for the floor, and the blue one is for covering, it will be cold at night."

Wang Zi'an immediately laid out the blanket obediently, and as soon as he turned around, he saw that Ah Man had already brought out a reclining chair, a satin quilt, and a tea table like a magic trick.

"This is……"

"This is mine, you can just make do with those two blankets." Ah Man said as he sat on the recliner and slowly placed a tea set on the tea table.

"Uh, what I mean is, I know your... well, the cosmos bag can hold everything, I just didn't expect that you would have these."

In Wang Zi'an's perception, these people cultivating immortals are all dedicated and fanatical in pursuit of the Dao. I dare not say that they are all motivated and struggling, but they are not greedy to enjoy this style.

But in front of this...

"In your eyes, don't those who cultivate immortals have to suffer?" Ah Man rolled his eyes at him, and threw out the fire book: "I'm sorry, this girl belongs to enjoy life. Go, make a fire."

Seeing Ah Man ordering him so naturally, Wang Zi'an smiled helplessly: "Understood, I'll find some dead branches to make firewood first."

Prince An went down to look for firewood nearby, while Ah Man lay down on the deck chair.

exhausted.

Exhaustion from the power of the primordial spirit.

She almost got rid of it before, but this continuous summoning was a bit consuming to her primordial power, she had to drink some recovered Yunshen tea to take care of her, otherwise she would not be able to shout, let alone Ying Zhao .

She was lying on the recliner, drowsily blowing the cool mountain breeze, and watching the sun gradually recede from the gaps in the trees.

When the purple glow and clouds rendered a familiar picture, Ah Man thought of his countless dreams that only remembered the purple glow.

"Why do I always have dreams of purple glow? And every time I wake up, I only remember this purple glow?"

She muttered and talked to herself, but she didn't want Wang Zi'an's answer behind her: "Maybe I like it."

Hearing this, Ah Man turned around and looked back:
It was probably because she was staring at the sunset too intently, or was so tired that she dozed off that she didn't realize that Wang Zi'an had returned, and not only lit a bonfire, but also boiled a pot of water.

"It may not be because I like it." Ah Man sat up straight and fiddled with the tea set: "Maybe it's because of grudges."

Wang Zi An, who was putting firewood in the fire, paused for a moment, then glanced at Ah Man, got up and hooked the kettle off.

"Why do you say that? Doesn't the purple glow look good?"

"It has nothing to do with whether it looks good or not, it's just that...hatred is more memorable." Ah Man said and glanced at the purple glow in the sky.

Love will disappear, only hatred, which can survive the blur of years, inadvertently reminding myself that there are some things, some people, and some past time that cannot be forgiven.

"Have you experienced anything?" Wang Zi'an poured water into the teapot, but watched the coldness on Ah Man's face: "Now you don't look like a girl under [-] at all."

"Then how old am I?" Ah Man added a Yunshen tea pill to the teapot.

"I heard that you cultivators can keep your face youthful. Perhaps, you are already seventy or eighty?"

Wang Zi'an intended to make a joke, but Ah Man sneered and said, "Say less, I am a ten thousand year old demon."

"You are a female disciple of the fairy sect, what are you demons! Don't lie to me."

Ah Man blinked: "Okay, I'm not a demon, I'm a demon."

Hearing this, Wang Zian shook his head helplessly, and sat cross-legged at the tea table, Ah Man glanced at him.

"Don't worry about my tea, it's not for you." Ah Man took out a water bag from the mustard bag, threw it to Wang Zi'an, and lay back down by himself.

"I burned the water, you are too stingy."

"I've always been stingy, and if I feel sorry for a man, he will be unlucky forever." Ah Man said and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Zi'an reluctantly held the water bag and got up and went back to the two blankets that belonged to him.

……

The rays of the sun are gradually shrouded in darkness, the night is filled with stars, and the moon is just showing a tip.

The bonfire was raging alone, and occasionally there was a mournful sound or two of firewood.

After drinking a pot of Yunshen tea and sleeping for another two hours, Ah Man finally regained his strength.

She opened her eyes, and kept searching in the extra mustard sac with her hands:
131, 132, 133!

Good guy, 130 three mysterious crystals!And at least ten yuan is the absolute best!
Ah Man's eyes lit up, her heroic moves must have a chance to be promoted!

but……

Ah Man touched a small puppet statue, and she took it out with some astonishment.

The statue is half a foot high, and it is carved with lacquer. I don't know how patient the craftsman who polished it was, he polished the whole statue smoothly, and the carved clothes and robes are lifelike.

Especially the facial features of this statue, the sword eyebrows and star eyes are handsome and extraordinary that she is familiar with...

Um?familiar? !
Ah Man sat up straight, grabbed the sculpture and looked at it carefully, then rubbed her eyes, then she rushed to the campfire, looking at the sculpture's facial features again and again in front of the light.

This……

Why does the person in this sculpture look like Master?
Ah Man was very confused. First there was the hidden ability of the Jade Dragon Seal, and then there was the mustard seed sac that popped out suddenly and the wood carving inside...

"What are you looking at?" Wang Zi'an turned over and saw Ah Man squatting beside the fire, and asked with concern.

Ah Man blinked, and quickly put the sculpture back into the mustard bag.

"Are you awake? That's just right, take me to recite the chapter on the heroic strokes of the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

Wang Zi'an rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Now? What are you doing carrying it?"

"I'll show you my fairy art." Ah Man boasted brazenly, "Quickly, memorize it!"

Wang Zi'an was very obedient, and immediately opened his mouth to recite, and Ah Man repeated in a low voice as he recited, and soon Yingzhao appeared in front of her with wings flashing, and knelt down on his horse's legs.

"This, this is... Yingzhao?" Wang Zi'an's voice trembled with excitement when he saw something similar to the text description just after reciting it.

"That's right." Ah Man turned over the mustard seed pouch and poured out some mysterious crystals: "Come on, Xiaoying Zhao, let's see if you have any luck and show me the tiger stripes."

(End of this chapter)