ninety thousand miles

Chapter 12

Li Chuan was among them, and when he looked at the sun, he suddenly felt a golden light flash in front of his eyes, and then he saw Wen Guying standing on the sword, shuttling between the clouds.

Sword flying.

It was not a blindfold.

After Wen Guying left, Zhang Yuanwai found Li Chuan and said, "It's hard work for you to watch all night."

Li Chuan cheered up, "The staff members are polite."

Zhang Yuanwai asked a few words about the night, Li Chuan made up a few words, and put all the hard work on Wen Guying.

Zhang Yuanwai said: "I asked Guanshi Liu to buy food just now, and my nephew will deal with it and eat a little. After my place is settled, we will hold a banquet again."

While speaking, he took out a letter of silver and put it in Li Chuan's hand.

Li Chuan pretended to give way a few times, then took the money, and after a few more words, Manager Liu bought the breakfast. After eating, he took a moment to bid farewell to Yuanwai Zhang, and then returned home.

After sitting and resting for a while, Li Chuan unwrapped the canister and shook the broken silver in his hand, reckoning it was about one or two coins.

Then he took out the skylark knot that Wen Guying had given him and looked at it.

It looked like an ordinary knot.

A burst of drowsiness hit him, so he put the silver skylark knot into the cage where the "Momentary Sutra" was placed, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

In my sleep, I heard the sound of a rooster flapping its wings for a while, and smelled the aroma again. In a smoking pot, a big crab was cooking, and then I heard the squeaking sound, and the rustling sound. , There is also the sound of pinging, clanging and rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

On the last day, a round of golden sun rose, shining so brightly that he couldn't open his eyes, when he stretched out his hand to block it...

Li Chuan opened his eyes.

I saw half a spider web dangling in the corner of the ceiling.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone evenly on the half corner at the end of the bed.

Li Chuan got out of bed, his mind was groggy, and his body was aching everywhere.

The physique is too bad.

Pushing the door and going out, into the kitchen, opened the rice tank and looked, there was about a third of it left, so he turned the pot out, rinsed it with water, and was about to cook, but found that the bottom of the pot was broken. Hole.

After looking around, there was no other pot, only a pot for boiling water.

It's a little late to go out to buy food now, and there is only a tael of silver and a few coppers left at home. Li Chuan thought that he ate a lot of good food and breakfast last night, so he just filled his stomach randomly at night and forgot.

So he put the rice in the pot and boiled it.

There was no food at all, but it still didn't work. After thinking for a while, I went to the edge of the field to pick a cress and came back, chopped it up and threw it into the pot, and then threw a few coarse salt into it, and stirred it a few times.

Even vegetable porridge.

When the porridge was done, Li Chuan picked up the pot again and looked at the sky.

The broken hole is not too big, but the cracks on the edge of the hole extend very long. If it is repaired, it will probably have to be knocked out.

Another expense.

The light of the setting sun penetrated through the crack, and in an instant, the pot became transparent. There seemed to be some tiny gray fragments shining in the transparency. Li Chuan squeezed the handle of the pot, and the weight was still there. Then, in the sight The pot is back again.

Li Chuan looked at the pot over and over again. When it was tilted to an angle, another ray of light penetrated the gap, the pot disappeared again, and the gray fragments appeared again, which seemed to be connected according to the rule of one horizontal and one point. A short section, thus presenting a scattered form.

The sun sank completely into darkness.

Li Chuan returned to the room with the iron pot, lit a candle, and found the "Momental Scriptures" from the cage.

He suddenly thought of Wen Daoshi's saying that the fairy came to this book, and it wouldn't hurt him at all.

So tear it up, brush it... tear it apart.

torn?
Really torn?
!

Then, Li Chuan saw the book disappear. Under the candlelight, at the position of the book, a cloud of golden flakes sank down. The torn pages of the book were slowly gathered together, and the intact "Wen Jing" appeared in front of Li Chuan's eyes this time.

Li Chuan was stunned for a while, thinking about whether to try it with fire again. He picked up the candle, and when the firelight was about to touch the book, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the title of the book seemed to twist.

So he changed his mind, closed his hand, put the candle aside, and began to search.

After Li Chuan picked up the pictures and flipped through most of the book, he finally found a picture with horizontal patterns and dots.

Since there were no written notes, he realized it for a while, then turned the pot upside down on the desk, pulled out a piece of paper, and just as he was about to cover the hole with the paper, he put the paper back.

Paper is quite expensive.

Try it with something else first.

Li Chuan went out, searched around, found two relatively wide leaves, and brought them back to the house.

The leaves are placed against the holes.

He held a candle in one hand to shine light on the crack on the iron pot. Sure enough, when the light turned to an angle, the pot in the field of vision disappeared again.

Holding a pen in the other hand, dipped it in water, tapped it on the leaves, and then wiped it across.

……

Li Chuan lived in a remote place, there were no other residents nearby, and the nearest house was half a mile away.

So extra quiet.

At night, it's even quieter.

But at this time, Li Chuan felt another kind of stillness, which was silence. The night was frozen, the light of the stars and the moon was frozen, the sound of the wind disappeared, and the grass blades kept the posture of being bent by the wind.

The tip of the pen slowly leaves the blade.

The traces of water dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

drop.

Two drops of water condensed on the lower part of the blade, falling one after the other.

The candlelight from the gap slowly enveloped the water droplets.

Candlelight spread among the gray fragments, and the fragments were reconnected bit by bit under the guidance of the light.

despair.

reset.

The wind rang loudly, blowing the grass and leaves rustling.

Li Chuan put down his pen, glanced out subconsciously, then put the candle aside, picked up the pot again, looked over and over again, except for a leaf stuck, it seemed that there was no change.

After thinking about it, I poured the water in the cup into the pot.

Not leaked.

Well done, the hole was filled.

Li Chuan thought about it, and walked into the kitchen with the pot.

At this time, the porridge was almost cooked, poured it into a bowl, and took a sip along the side, it was a bit bitter.

Put down the bowl, put the repaired pot on the fire and burn it.After the emerald green leaves were burned, there was no change at all, and they were still firmly attached to the hole under the iron pot.

It appears to be fully patched.

Li Chuan put the pot aside.Convenience is convenience, and it is this remedy that cannot be seen by outsiders.

At this time, he thought of the skylark knot that Wen Guying gave him, maybe he could go to Sishen Palace in the future to ask for some tricks or something.

Thinking about it, Li Chuan yawned again, so he poured all the cold vegetables and porridge into his stomach, while thinking about going to the street to buy some meat tomorrow, or going to the fields to touch some loaches and eels, while blowing out candles and climbing sleep in bed.

squeak.

squeak.

Mouse called?Li Chuan opened his eyes at once. There are mice in the room?

(End of this chapter)