Dimensionality Reduction Rolling [Quick Travel]

Red clouds descended from the sky one after another, and the children on the clouds nestled inside, showing no fear on their faces.

When each family saw these children, they all exclaimed: "Ah, aren't they all children who have disappeared in the past half a month!"

"My cousin works in the yamen. In the past half a month, he has been searching for the traces of these children, and his head is almost bald!"

"Could it be that they were taken to the sky by the gods?"

That would explain why they weren't afraid.

Li Xiu was the only one in the sky who didn't send him down. Hearing the noise below, he turned his head and asked Jiang Xingxiu, "Are you not planning to go back?"

Jiang Xingxiu nodded: "Keep it secret for me. By the way, say goodbye to your father for me."

Li Xiu said "hmm", "I won't tell others."

The cloud carried him to the ground.The young scribe who received the news had already stood there, extending his hand to his son.

The boy trotted over: "Father, I'm fine."

"You were not taken to the sky by the gods, right?" the young scribe stared at the bruise on the boy's arm and said.

The boy subconsciously covered the bruise with his palm, "Well, I was just about to say—Don't worry, Dad, I accidentally dropped it, not because I was beaten."

He took a step back and said loudly to the person who came to claim his child: "We were not taken to the sky by gods, we were abducted by an old and ugly old man, he used us..." Li Xiu looked back Based on the description in the storybook, I organized the word: "Practice."

"His hands are like the claws of an eagle." Another older child also said, I don't know how long he was imprisoned, and he talked about the man in detail, "We were imprisoned in a cave, on the top of the cave. There is an opening for the moonlight to come in. Every night, he would grab a child out of the cage and sit cross-legged in the moonlight. His eagle claws pressed the top of the child's head, and after a few breaths, the child would It will shrink down until there is only a piece of skin left, and he hangs the skin on the wall."

The other children answered in a hurry: "Yeah, it's scary."

"It was a little brother who saved us, he is so beautiful!"

"I'm so hungry, Mommy, the villain only gives me one steamed bun every day. I'm so hungry, I can eat a chicken!"

His mother wiped the ashes from his face, and coaxed: "I will cook chicken for you when I get back, and I will give you all the drumsticks! Good boy, tell my mother, did the gods save you?" Looking at his child's dazed look, The old lady hated iron for being weak, "That is, did the person who sent you back save you? What does he look like?"

"It was the little brother who saved us!"

"He is for nothing!"

"He has red dots here!"

"His clothes are red!"

The children said each sentence, but they also spelled out the appearance of a handsome little fairy boy.

After the young scribe finished listening, he was thoughtful, "Xiu'er, tell Dad, are you..."

"No." Li Xiu covered his mouth.

The young scribe straightened his son's messy hair, curled the corners of his mouth, "Okay, no."

Even though there was no danger this time, the young scribe was still scared, and he took his son back to the boat the next day.

He bumped into a scholar at the corner, and the other person was walking in a hurry, he staggered a few steps back when bumping into him, the scroll and books in his hand were scattered all over the ground, the scroll rolled to the feet of the young scribe, and it happened to come off.

When the picture scroll is unfolded, on the white paper, red clouds are shining brightly, three or two children's heads protrude from the clouds, all of them are smiling, and the Qilin in the clouds makes the auspicious light spread, blurring the face of the fairy on the back.

The young scribe bent down and picked it up to the other party, "Did you draw it? It's beautiful."

The scholar pursed his lips in embarrassment.After holding his calligraphy and painting firmly, he said: "I painted it next night. The gods showed their holiness last night. My talent is not good. I only grasped one or two charms, which made my husband laugh."

The young scholar sincerely said: "No, you draw very well. I also went outside last night to witness the coming of the gods. It is exactly what you painted..."

Before finishing speaking, the owner of the nearby restaurant put up a new signboard and invited someone to shout: "Last night, the gods let the cloud fall in front of my restaurant. Starting today, my restaurant will be renamed Yuxianlou!"

The young scholar and the scholar found it interesting, looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing.

There are also craftsmen tinkling to construct an abandoned house in the city. The abandoned house has been unoccupied for 30 to [-] years.When asked, it was said that the dozens of families whose children had been rescued raised money to buy the abandoned house, overturn it, and rebuild the temple.

"A temple for the little fairies!" so they said.

The statue of the little fairy was also made according to the description of the children.When the finished product came out, there was a majestic and immature face, a small whisk in his hand, and a friendly white unicorn sitting on his crotch, with golden eyes shining in the unicorn's eyes.I'm afraid Jiang Xingxiu won't recognize him when he walks outside the temple.

However, the common people clapped their hands and applauded, saying that the majesty of a god is like this.

There is a mountain near Yangzhou City. The locals call it Buddha Mountain. I don’t know when the legend spread. It is said that a monk enlightened the Tao on the top of the mountain. One day, he would forget himself, realize the supreme way, and achieve the Buddha’s fruit. Therefore, it is called Buddha Hill.

Now it is April, the world is full of fragrance in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. There are woodcutters going up the mountain along the peach forest, singing songs in the mountain forest: "Harvest into a load, go to the song market, Yimi Sansheng—" —”

With the food guy in his hand and the means of grocery shopping tied on his back, he sang along the way, not realizing that the fog behind him was covering the road ahead.

Walking to the top of the mountain, the woodcutter was about to go to the thousand-year-old tree he was looking for, cut it down, and sell it for money. He saw a boy sitting under the old tree, holding a scroll in his left hand and twisting a cake in his right.

The breeze was blowing, the shadows spread the fragrance, the woodcutter stopped in his tracks, for some reason, he didn't dare to disturb him, he just felt that the distance of ten or so steps seemed to be in another world.

I don't know how long I watched it, my stomach growled, the woodcutter lowered his head and touched his somewhat shriveled belly, thinking of the round and big buns at home, with thin skin and lots of meat, he swallowed and was about to go down the mountain.

He raised his head to invite the boy to go down the mountain together, but found that the boy had disappeared, leaving only the stone table, stone plate, and two or three cakes over there.

The woodcutter went over to have a look. The plate was not big, and there were two or three pastries on it, as if he hadn't eaten much.

He waited for a while, but before anyone came back, the cakes were too cold and hard, muttering that they should not be wasted, picked one up, and devoured it.

He was full after eating only half a bun, which made the woodcutter wonder if there was something wrong with his body - usually he would have to eat a dozen buns!

A burst of drowsiness came, he yawned, simply sat on the stone bench, and took a nap on the table.There are no wild animals on this mountain, and he doesn't worry about being picked up by a tiger after he falls asleep.

After waking up, my whole body was chilly, probably after being drenched in dew, the wind blew through me and made me feel completely chilled.

Worried that he would catch the cold, the woodcutter hurried down the mountain, not even paying attention to the cakes on the table.

He kept walking down the mountain, but naturally he didn't notice that the peach blossoms on both sides of the mountain road had already fallen.

After returning home, he saw the woman's temples were white, and an old yellow dog was lying beside her feet, sticking out its tongue lazily, and the withered and yellow leaves outside the house were falling down.

The woodcutter was very surprised: "Mother Zhen, you—"

Seeing him, the woman seemed a little unbelievable, stared quietly for several breaths, and then happily stood up from the reclining chair.

The woman is the woodcutter's wife. I learned from her that he went to the mountain to cut firewood 40 years ago and suddenly disappeared.

"But...but I just fell asleep..." he said.

Under the inquiry of his family, he told the truth about what happened to him on the mountain.

People from the same village surrounded him, looked at his black hair, smooth skin, and young body, and sighed: "The one you met must be a fairy, and the cake you ate must be the food of Tiangong."

A scholar calculated the time: "Didn't 40 years ago happen to be the reincarnation of our Wenqu Xingjun, when we were still children?" He was overjoyed: "You met Wenqu Xingjun!"

The woodcutter felt dazed: "What Wenqu Xingjun?"

After being explained for a while, it is known that there were really ascending immortals in this dynasty 40 years ago.

"That must be Wenquxing." The scholar vowed, "Wenquxing came down to earth and won the first prize!"

"And then?" the woodcutter listened with gusto.

Hey, the delicate kid he met before is actually a fairy!

The scholar took it for granted: "Then? Then it must have ascended, and returned to the sky to become a star king."

Later, that mountain was renamed Zhuangyuan Mountain.The woodcutter didn't say anything about the cakes, so he sneaked back the same way with his wife and the big yellow dog, and shared the cakes.They also became a couple of gods and immortals. They lived on the mountain for three hundred springs and autumns, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, but they rarely went down the mountain because they were afraid of being found out.

There was another exam in April, the government exam, Jiang Xingxiu remembered the time, and went to the exam room when it was about time.

The unfinished cakes would be cold when he brought them into the examination room. The cold cakes were not tasty, so he put them on the table casually, waiting for the birds to eat them.

He felt that someone was peeking at him, but he didn't take care of it because he thought that he could see his family status from the other person's clothes.

Jiang Xingxiu didn't think it was too difficult for the government examination questions. After doing it seriously, he felt confident.

The test questions this time were basically about people's livelihood, even if they were writing poems, they were all about people's livelihood. Jiang Xingxiu would not believe that no one changed the test questions temporarily.

Who else can do this to test his abilities, except Emperor Yun Zhi?

Jiang Xingxiu put the pen back into the pen holder and lowered his eyes.

I'm afraid he will be able to see the emperor's people as soon as he leaves the examination room this time.

Jiang Xingxiu checked the paper again, compacted it with an unused inkstone, and raised her hand, indicating that the paper should be handed in early.

The mentality of the person next to him who was scratching his head and writing the question suddenly collapsed.

Now is the third policy discussion, and the time has not passed halfway, everyone has handed in the papers ahead of time, but he is staring at the topic, unable to start.Thinking about the scriptures and essays in the previous two rounds, the memorization, rhetoric and political opinions and current affairs of the test, all the answers were muddled, and I knew in my heart that I was going to lose my name.Immediately, grief came from his heart, his bloodshot eyes gave Jiang Xingxiu a hard look, and he threw his pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the ground.

The guard stepped forward quickly, covered his mouth and dragged the man out. From beginning to end, there was no sound except him lifting something.

The magistrate is an examiner, and he has been in office for nearly ten years. He took the government examination twice in three years, and he has seen many people who suddenly lost their composure in the examination room.

However, this time it seems that there are especially many.

The one who popped up in the front, went all the way from Jiang Xingxiu to the door, and when they arrived at the door, some knocked over the inkstone and let their hard work go to waste, some suddenly dropped their pens and didn't have the heart to answer, and some broke the cans and smashed them, packed their bags and went straight to the door. Hand in the paper.

People with a broken mentality are all in their decades.

The prefect shook his head.

If he was in the examination room, I'm afraid his mentality would not be very good.An eight-year-old child came to take the government examination and handed in the papers ahead of time—he was the county case chief, and no one would think that he couldn't finish the papers he handed in ahead of time.In contrast, those of them who are still in the government exams at the age of several decades and have not been able to pass the exam have been living dogs for most of their lives.

The magistrate recalled when he went down to monitor the examination room, he glanced at the content of the policy theory, and made a judgment in his heart.

Not surprisingly, the county chief is about to become the government chief.