Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 89 Magic
After a while, the thief was taken away by the officials. The two Mongolians stood there and waited for me. When I came up, one of them handed me the money bag.

"Thank you, I will return it to the original owner." I smiled gratefully and gave him the saber I picked up.

This man was about 35 years old, with a rough look, thick eyebrows and big eyes, he didn't talk much, but there was an indescribable domineering in his demeanor.I handed him the knife, but he just looked me up and down with sharp eyes, and didn't move for a long time, but the young man next to me reached out to take it, and said with a smile, "Thank you, girl."

Maybe it's because the foreign race is wary of the Han people. I smiled indifferently and turned to leave.

"girl?"

I looked back and found that those piercing eyes were still looking at me in a daze, and it was the gentle young man next to me who made the sound. "We'll help you find your purse, why don't you treat us to a meal?"

ah?I was taken aback.

It happened that there was a restaurant next to us, so we chose a seat by the window to sit down.From the conversation with them, I learned that they came from the grassland, the older one was called Chaerhan, and the younger one was called Lausanne.From the beginning to the end, Lausanne and I were chatting and laughing, talking about the scenery outside the pass, and Cha Erhan next to him never interrupted. While enjoying the food, he stared at me unceremoniously. It's as if I want to see through my whole body.

I know that people from outside the Guan have different personalities from the Han people in the interior, but I have never seen anyone staring at the girl so blankly, and I feel a little displeased.I turned a blind eye to chatting with Luosang, from the customs of the grassland to the lively temple fairs in the capital, and when it came to jugglers, Luosang seemed very excited and said that he had watched a very magical show when he was a child.I couldn't help but smile, this guy actually believed it.

"What are you laughing at?" Luosang asked.

I giggled and said, "I'm laughing at you stupid, no one in the world really swallows swords, it's fake." Luosang was stunned, and I explained with gestures: "Oh, the swords they used for performance Unlike our swords, they have moved their hands and feet at the hilt, and the blade can be retracted freely. When performing, the sword body will retract into the hilt, and outsiders can't see the sign at all..."

Luosang nodded in amazement: "So that's the case. I thought it would take some extraordinary martial arts to do this."

"By the way, I'll show you a fun trick." I borrowed three empty glasses from the counter, put them on the table one by one, and took out a small piece of broken silver from my backpack to let him look at it. Then buckle in one of the water glasses. "Look carefully, I will ask you to point out which cup has the silver in it." I deliberately changed the positions of the three cups, and finally stopped to let him point out which cup had the silver in it.

Luosang was wrong twice. He couldn't help turning over the last teacup, but it was still empty. "Where's the silver?"

I spread my hands with a smile, "here."

"You obviously saw that you put it in, why..." Luosang was taken aback by me.I smiled and said, "What you see is just an illusion. In fact, I secretly took it out long before changing the cup."

"It's so fun, make another one!"

(End of this chapter)