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Chapter 43 Dead Wood
Song Yingxing of the Ming Dynasty?The one who wrote "Heavenly Creations"?
hiss!
When Chen Tong slapped his thigh, she knew why Song's father was so powerful. His feelings were all from their old Song family, so the technical skills inherited in the same line were beyond the charts!
But what does this have to do with her?

In one second, Chen Tong had brainstormed countless times.Mr. Song saw that she was dressed in a rather exotic style, and he must have a lot of insight into silk, linen and cotton, so he couldn't help but invite her to observe Kesi skills together.

Chen Tong looked at the road guiltily, and suddenly found that the forked intersection had turned into a straight road.So, does this mean that this path is also correct now?

It's really not good to save Song Lao's face, so Chen Tong had no choice but to put on a posture of going happily.It doesn't hurt to be around her, let's go and see.

Mr. Song had a high prestige, and he received a lot of advice along the way. Chen Tong had the cheek to go in and out of other people's homes, and he had a deeper impression of various skills.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but she can even recite the main points of these skills in her head, so that before the old man speaks, she already knows where the other party's problem is.

... something is wrong.

Very wrong.

Although she knew Song Lao and Song Lao's works, she had never been so curious as to grasp this kind of technical classics. Her cultural relics have been around for hundreds of years, not to mention the details, but to make her roughly judge whether it is an object from the Ming Dynasty, she has to ask Du Niang one by one with the picture data.

The only thing that might be related to this is the broken dungeon I just got rid of... But that dungeon is empty, it has nothing to do with a real era!
"The hairpin on the girl's head is also handmade by a famous artist." After sending away other villagers who came to ask questions, Elder Song showed extraordinary curiosity about Song's father's hairpin.The shape of this hairpin is not like theirs, and I don't know what is used for coloring, but it can be seen that the flowers are real.

Chen Tong sighed, "A gift from a friend."

"The two strands are hairpins, which is a promise of love. Is the girl's friend the sweetheart? She has a heart."

Chen Tong curled his lips, "No, no... If you want to count, just treat it as a token of love that they entrusted me to keep." The things Song's father forcibly stuffed are like remuneration for entrusting someone to do things, even if Chen Tong doesn't want it The kind that won't go back yet.

Elder Song sighed with emotion and didn't ask any more questions.

It was Chen Tong who started looking for something to talk about - now she is more curious about what Song's father's skills are in the eyes of a well-informed master.

Elder Song pondered for a while, "He must be a famous craftsman in the world."

Chen Tong: ...

This evaluation across time and space, as expected, gold will be appreciated wherever it is.

……

The sun was setting, and Chen Tong, who had been visiting for a day, declined Mr. Song's request to stay.Mr. Song gave her a candle lamp made by a local workshop and told her to go home early.At the moment of parting, Chen Tong suddenly wanted to ask him if he knew that future generations would highly praise his "Heavenly Creation".

But after thinking about it, she gave up again.

This is like the unofficial history to the official history. The illusion in my own door has nothing to do with the old Mr. Song in history.Even if you ask, what is the reference value?

She took the lantern and continued to walk along the place where the lamp could illuminate. The buildings behind her turned dark and dark at an extremely fast speed, and she seemed to be back to the difficulty of walking at the beginning.

Fragments of light illuminated her path again.

Not only did Firefly not shy away from her because of the change in the middle, on the contrary, she posted it enthusiastically.The dimmed scenery was lit up again, and Chen Tong realized that the original fork in the road had completely turned into one.

They pushed Chen Tong forward, determined to go into the ravine.Throughout the year, from winter to spring, the scenery around us changes one crop after another, and the fireflies around us also have new members joining in at any time.

Chen Tong was puzzled, "Wait, wait—"

"What do you mean?"

The fireflies flew into the air and flew in a mess for a long time, forming two small characters——

go ahead.

"This way?" Chen Tong pointed to the mountain in front, "Do you still have to climb the mountain?"

A check mark was put out again.

"I'm really scared of you little things."

Surrender surrender.

The stone steps at the foot of the mountain were long and wide, almost the same as the sky-reaching steps I had just seen.But they didn't have a door next to them like the Lao Shizi.Chen Tong felt that he must be crazy, everything he saw looked like the internal structure of the Space-Time Council Bureau.

She raised her eyes and looked up, but she couldn't see the end of the mountain.

But besides the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, there are a few ridiculously thick vines... Ah no, the root system.He tripped over her before, but now she has touched his nest.

The year before last, when the group was established, she climbed Mount Tai with the group, but there were so many people at that time that no beautiful scenery was captured.Fortunately, there was no one crowded with her on such a wide and high mountain.

This is somewhat unmotivated.

But looking to the side, the fireflies obediently lay on the roots and looked at her. Seeing that she was not moving, the leader deliberately flew ahead to lead the way, turning around every step of the way.

There is a posture of "you see, I am with you, it would be impolite if you don't leave".

Chen Tong: ...

Woo, I hate you for being a log.

The night climbing trip was too tiring, and it was the 10086th time that Chen Tong complained about the broken mechanism of the Space-Time Council Bureau.She really couldn't understand how she walked up the mountain. Could it be that there is an exit on this mountain?

The little overseer flashed his taillights.

"I know, I know, what are you urging, your family hasn't eaten yet, so I haven't either. In the last time and space, I only drank the northwest wind, and now I'm so hungry." Chen Tong slapped the wind and couldn't help complaining.

When she realized what she was talking about, her eyes widened, "Damn, what did you just say?"

Firefly: "I said I haven't eaten yet."

……

Roll rough!After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a master!Not even from Shandong!

The roots of the tree next to it suddenly shook, and the fireflies flew around in horror. Large leaves, like the textbooks torn into pieces from the year of the college entrance examination, fell down in black and smashed on Chen Tong's body.

Chen Tong pulled himself out from the pile of leaves, patted the dust on his body, picked up a leaf and looked at it, good guy, it was still an old sycamore tree.

"The king calms down, the king calms down—"

They repeated the same language, and danced to the old sycamore tree to pray for relief.Chen Tong leaned on the tree trunk, watching these nagging little things almost kowtow like people, feeling a little irritable for no reason.

How can a truly spiritual thing make such demands on people?

She knocked on the branches of the tree, indicating that they were "almost done." The knock didn't matter, and the old tree clattered and dropped another pile of leaves.

Seeing this, the fireflies ran around like mad, and a few stubborn ones had given up hope and started offering sacrifices, praying for the tree king to calm down and not bring the group into trouble.

Chen Tong was really angry, "This is my space, how old is it?" And where did you learn this kind of sacrifice to win favor?
She turned her head to look at the source of the evil, and then kicked the old tree as if venting her anger.This kick is not that hard, but it is still [-]% of the strength.Who would have thought that the old tree would make a rattling sound, like an old man whose muscles and bones were disintegrated, and then collapsed in an irretrievable situation!

emnnnn...

Fireflies are so pious that they are hollow rotten trees.

(End of this chapter)