Chapter 45: The Wind is Coming Down the Mountain
Chapter 45: The Wind is Coming Down the Mountain! (Sorry, only half of it)
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Before leaving, Mo Yingge gave the three wind spirit grasses he had grown to Grandpa Peng.
It’s so exciting to just throw it away and go!
(^３^)╱~~
It was originally a spur of the moment decision. I bought it but didn't know where to put it. Now, I'll just give it to the old man. I believe that such a kind and amiable old man will definitely not hurt the fragile heart of a young student.
Well, that’s definitely the case!
I just don’t know why some staff members looked at her in surprise when she ran into the old man’s room when she went there this time. These people are really something. They actually made the old man work. I must report them when I go back!
In the courtyard, the old man was holding a flowerpot in his hand. There were three green grasses in it. Although they looked a little wilted, they were not dead after all.
"Alas, young people nowadays only know how to cause trouble to the elderly~"
Although his tone was dissatisfied, he still gently placed the pot in the flower bed and watered it.
When Peng Ruping saw the flowerpot, he thought of the little girl, and when he thought of the little girl, he thought of Qiuhong when she was young.
A trace of reminiscence flashed in the old man's eyes. Who isn't frivolous when young? Unfortunately, if you make a mistake, you should be punished.
"Xiaohong"
If it weren't for my own willfulness.
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After leaving the city, Mo Yingge could see tall stone walls surrounding Anfeng City, some of which were newly built, while others were already dilapidated.
Mo Yingge has learned that Anfeng City has stockpiled a large amount of magic stone resources, which makes it very easy for demons to attack. Therefore, there are many guards here, and these walls are built to keep the enemy out.
We definitely can't let the demons get close to the city. If they smell the scent of the magic stone, they will probably go crazy.
The wall is incomplete and is made up of sections. There are guards stationed on each section. There is a winding gravel road connecting Anfeng City and Luofeng Mountain.
Walking on the roadside, Mo Yingge could see large trucks dragging things back to the city from time to time. She guessed that those were the raw magic stone ores!
Of course, she had no idea at all. Magic ore must go through a series of processing before it can be effectively used. Unless it is extremely pure and high-quality natural magic stone, it is difficult to use these raw ores directly. It is definitely not that she was scared by seeing the magician Wei in the car.
Nor is it the pressure of constant scanning on the high wall.
She simply abides by the law!
I heard how much a truckload of raw ore costs.
I quickly shook my head and threw away the unrealistic and dangerous thoughts in my mind.
The road was winding, but Mo Yingge used a few wind tracks to quickly reach the foot of the mountain.
Looking at this not very tall and majestic mountain, Mo Yingge remained silent. After watching for a while, he walked into the mountain with his long legs.
She headed straight for the famous "Wind Gorge". In the shade of the trees, Mo Yingge saw people moving forward in the nearby mountains and forests, seemingly heading for the same place.
Mo Yingge stopped and stared at the opposite side. A group of people in the forest also stopped and looked at each other for a moment. Their eyes instantly crossed and they continued on their way, but they all moved away from each other's paths at the same time.
I confirmed through eye contact that he is not the right person.
The further we went, the fewer trees there were, until there were no tall trees in front of us, as if we had suddenly arrived in the Gobi Desert.
There were no trees ahead, only some sparse low shrubs and weeds on the ground. Cool breezes blew across the grass, creating waves of green grass, which was quite a unique experience.
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"I can't finish writing it, I'll post it first and make up for it later!"
"I will delete and update it tomorrow. Today I only have 3,000 words. Sorry, sorry, sorry(*)"
"My badminton hand is broken, and now I'm still taking the blame. I'll make up for the remaining 1,000 words tomorrow. Sorry!"
Oh, and I would also like to thank the kid with a very complicated name for his monthly ticket. Thank you so much!
(I just don't know the name so I gave up typing it (ε))
(End of this chapter)