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Then he threw out a book with a gray, wordless cover, and the little girl hurriedly reached out to catch it.
“Don’t be lazy.” As the words fell, the person disappeared into thin air.
"Xiao Luo, come and take a look." Zhao Qi rushed forward in two steps.
"Don't be anxious." Luo Xiling tucked the Yueming Sword under her armpit and quickly opened it.
Everyone crowded over and formed a circle.
“Is there no text explanation?”
"Yes, there is a saying that says that only when you resonate with the sword can you control it."
"What do you mean?"
Ye Ming walked slowly and said without trying to squeeze in: "It means to understand it literally. You must first establish a spiritual connection with the sword, and then you can use the sword."
"I can use it now, too." The only little girl among the four grasped the hilt of the sword, pulled it out, and swung the sharp sword around.
"Hmm..." Ye Ming frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the scene where the Immortal Xu summoned the Moonlight Sword with his sword, "This "Yu"...maybe refers to the sword."
"Flying a sword? Like in the movies, controlling the sword to fly around in the air?"
"It should be the same as what Brother Ye said." Luo Xiling turned the page and found that the white page was covered with various strange gestures drawn with black lines.
The first one is the sword finger that Xu made before, named - Summoning the Sword.
They had a basic understanding of which sword technique to practice, but they had no idea where to start.
Closing the book, Luo Xiling frowned: "It doesn't say how to resonate with the sword?"
"This may be what Immortal Xu said - cultivating the mind."
“Where do I start?”
Ye Ming laughed cheerfully and said, "You are the ones practicing sword skills, not me. Think about it yourself."
"Brother Ye, are you just going to abandon me like that?" Luo Xiling jumped up and shouted.
Ye Ming walked down the mountain with Lin Miao, leaving her with only a silent back.
"Brother Zhao, Sister Yue." She looked at the two of them pitifully.
"Well, we don't understand either." Yue Ruo tugged at Zhao Qi's sleeve, motioning him to say something.
"Why don't you try it first?" Zhao Qi seemed to be talking nonsense.
Luo Xiling covered her forehead in pain: "I just want to know what method to try."
"Just try it, drip blood or something."
When the five people heard this, they all rolled their eyes.
The TV was taken seriously.
Finally, they had no choice but to sit down cross-legged, with their swords across their thighs, and their chins in their hands, thinking hard.
Fortunately, there was no sun at the mountain gate, so the five people would not be tortured by the heat, and there was no need to worry about filling their stomachs, because Kunpeng would deliver its wings at the appointed time.
Zhao Qi watched for a while and found it boring. It was too different from what he had imagined about cultivating immortals, so he dragged Yue Ruo back to the courtyard.
Only five people were left on the top of the mountain, puzzled.
They had no idea how much time had passed because they didn't have a watch or cell phone with them.
It wasn't until it got dark all around that I realized it was getting dark.
"Shall we go back to the yard?" asked the little girl.
"Master didn't say anything. Well... Anyway, we won't starve since Uncle Master gave us feathers. Let's keep thinking about it."
"Miss Luo's words make sense. We don't even know the deadline for the assessment yet, so it's better for us to practice the sword as soon as possible."
"This is the only way..."
"howl--"
The five people looked at Kunpeng spreading its wings in the sky in surprise, wondering why it doesn’t come out at night.
Soon the confusion was cleared up.
A gate of light opened in front of Kunpeng and it dived in.
About ten minutes later, the big fish came out from the door.
Several people stood up and curiously ran to the edge of the open space. The huge fish that blocked out the sun swung its tail and approached them quickly.
"Hey, isn't that the director?"
Luo Xiling, with her palm placed across her forehead, saw the director standing at the edge of the fish's back, waving his hand.
Soon the big fish lowered its altitude until its back was level with the top of the mountain.
The people standing on a high place looking down saw at this time that in addition to the director, there were more than a dozen people, young and old, and a transport plane standing on the back of the big fish.
At the moment when the big fish brushed past Yuzhang Mountain, a group of people and the plane floated up and landed in the open space in front of the main hall gate.
"With so many people coming here at once, has something happened?"
Ye Ming did not tell them about China's plan to trade with Shanmen, so he was naturally puzzled by the "tourism group" that came.
"Just ask around."
Luo Xiling turned around and prepared to go down the mountain.
"Don't slack off."
The low voice echoed in the air around them. The faces of the five people suddenly changed. They didn't care whether there were sharp stones on the ground that would hit their buttocks. They just sat down on the ground, closed their eyes, and thought deeply.
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"Ye Ming, why don't Xiao Luo and the others come down?"
The director led a group of people to the courtyard and asked Ye Ming who was standing at the door to greet them.
"Xu Xianren won't allow us to do that." He looked up at the mountain behind him, then said, "They are busy, let's deal with our own affairs first."
"That's right. Come on, Xiaoye, let me introduce you to these people. They are all national treasures of the imperial capital..."
"Don't do these empty things." An old man interrupted him and took a few steps forward, "Ye Ming, right?
I am a few years older than you, so I will call you Xiaoye."
"As you please, come in and talk."
He led everyone to sit around the stone table. Because there were not enough seats, assistants and students stood by.
Ye Ming originally planned to speak while standing, but the old men didn't want to waste time, so they pulled him to sit on a stone chair and urged him to tell the details of the matter.
After spending ten minutes explaining the details, he explained, "Trading with Shanmen requires the approval of the country and the raising of materials, so the director went back to report this matter."
They obviously didn't care whether the process was in compliance with regulations, and hurriedly asked: "You said that the Xuxian people can enter space in the flesh?"
"That's what he told me."
"Is it credible?"
"Well, I don't think Asahi-senjin has any need to deceive us."
After thinking about it for a while, they felt that it was true, so they changed the subject: "There was no price on the list that Xiao Xu brought back.
Do you understand this?"
"I asked Brother Zhou, and he said he would give us a price list when the time comes."
"Then let's go now!"
"Hey, everyone." Ye Ming quickly stopped everyone who was standing up, "Senior Brother Zhou hates being disturbed when he's off work. It's already dark now.
Let’s go again tomorrow morning.”
They didn't object. After all, they needed help from others, and making others unhappy would only be asking for trouble.
Besides, we are already there, so there is no need to waste any more time.
After sitting in the courtyard for a while, Fellow Daoist Liu arrived leisurely and led them to live in the courtyard of the same layout next door.
Afterwards, Ye Ming led the way and the group went to a restaurant to fill their stomachs and then went back to their rooms to rest.
Silent all night.
The next day, it was dawn.
Ye Ming got up early and went to the neighboring courtyard, knocking on the doors one by one to wake everyone up and send Kunpeng off as usual.
Then he went out and headed for Qingfeng Hall.
Considering that too many people would be useless and would be too disturbing, in the end only three academicians and Ye Ming walked into the gate of Qingfeng Hall together.
"Brother Zhou, good morning." Ye Ming greeted the man sitting behind the long counter.
Standing up to return the greeting, he sat back down and said, "Who are these?"
"I'm an expert from China, and I came here specifically for the transaction." Ye Ming briefly introduced himself, and then said, "Brother Zhou, can you give me a price list of the items that can be exchanged?"
"It's already been prepared." He smiled and took out the form from under the counter and handed it to Ye Ming.
The main purpose of coming here was accomplished, and the old man was not in a hurry to go back to study. He bowed and asked, "May I ask how old you are, sir?"
"Well, according to the secular calculation, it's about eight hundred years."
The old man was very excited. Isn’t this a living history book?
"Sir, does the appearance of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty match the portraits that have been passed down through the ages?"
Senior Brother Zhou smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."
"How could you not know?" The old man looked astonished.
"Why would I know?"
"You have lived for eight hundred years!"
"My dear friend." Faced with the old man's questioning tone, Senior Brother Zhou did not show a cold face, but still smiled, "For people at the mountain gate, the world changes in the blink of an eye, and the world changes again after a good night's sleep.
If it were you, my friend, would you care about what a secular dynasty leader looks like?"
Not only the old man was silent, Ye Ming and the other two uncles also fell silent.