Chapter 47
"Sparrow, hold on! We in Qingcheng really don't want to be hit by a hurricane!&
"No, it's raining in Baicheng, so why are they criticizing Qingcheng?"
Fang Yang was furious, his anger barely contained: "If anyone's going to curse, it should be that male sparrow!"
Shen Wuming: "We were perfectly fine in Dongzhou, but we ended up experiencing what Nanzhou is like. It's normal for them to scold us."
Shen Wuming stroked his chin, "Especially the people in the city who were preparing to dry their wheat, now that's happened, their clan disciples are exhausted."
This was the first time in his life he had ever seen a magical wheat harvester.
Fang Yang's expression softened slightly, and he muttered, "Did it delay the drying of the wheat? Well, that makes sense."
He realized he was in the wrong and stopped talking. He just stared longingly at the female bird in the nest, hoping for her well-being and wishing her all the best.
For a moment, everyone fell silent and stopped speaking.
Only Qian Hengduo, who was being kept by the Qian family elders, couldn't resist the urge to write poetry and took out his precious wolf-hair brush, waving it in the air.
This commotion immediately drew everyone's attention.
I've always heard that the young man from the Qian family cultivates literary arts and is unwilling to inherit the mantle of the Qian family patriarch.
It must be because of his exceptional talent.
Qian Hengduo stood up, his brows furrowed, and after a moment of deep thought, decisively picked up his pen and wrote—
"Dark clouds loomed overhead, a vast and ominous atmosphere."
As soon as the first line was uttered, everyone's eyes narrowed. Although it was simple, it rhymed and was quite interesting.
But after the second sentence was uttered, everyone couldn't help but frown and began to doubt themselves.
Fang Yang scratched his head, wondering what it meant. Was it because he was too uneducated to understand the meaning behind it?
How did it suddenly become "a torrential downpour covering the entire mountain"?
He looked at Qian Hengduo with a confused expression. "Little brother, aren't you Wenxiu?"
At that moment, Qian Hengduo straightened his back, raised his head, and wrote the last line of his poem with a flourish.
"The birds on the branches are silent, and my heart feels heavy with anxiety."
Fang Yang: "?"
Everyone present was speechless.
Then, everyone's eyes turned to Qian Duoduo, the Qian family patriarch, whose face was contorted in pain.
No, Patriarch Qian, you haven't given up yet?
I'm giving up on you, my grandson.
Nian Qiuhua's eyes were the most shocking. "You bad old man, your grandson is like this, how dare you want to be with my daughter?"
As for Qian Hengduo, he looked at his newly completed work with great satisfaction, silently recited it to himself, shook his head, closed his eyes, and became intoxicated.
"Ah, what a beautiful poem!"
But is there something wrong with this "literary spirit feedback"? Why am I being penalized by half a foot?
They've spent months painstakingly cultivating that little bit of literary refinement!
Ten feet of literary cultivation is equivalent to ordinary foundation building, ten mirrors are equivalent to golden elixir, and ten inkstones are equivalent to nascent soul.
After ten inkstones, one must temper one's literary courage and cultivate a literary sword within one's belly. Then one can kill without leaving a trace, sending a poem of murderous intent from a hundred miles away, and quietly taking the head of the person.
But everyone was even more shocked to hear Qian Hengduo's rapt voice.
"Old Ancestor of the Qian family, you..." someone couldn't help but speak up, but then realized it was inappropriate and quickly stopped.
Fang Yang, however, was already laughing without a care in the world, but he covered his mouth and shook his head wildly at the Qian family patriarch's shoulder.
The Qian family patriarch: "..."
He sighed deeply, "Alas, it's all a story of heartache and tears."
In this world, which family doesn't have a few disappointing descendants?
But why are all the members of the Qian family so useless?!
Please excuse my poor attempt at this.
His face turned red, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.
This gesture truly made everyone present feel sorry for her.
Sigh, the Qian family patriarch had it tough!
Even Fang Yang, who was trembling, stopped smiling and looked at the Qian family patriarch with a sympathetic expression, saying, "Old man, is there something wrong with your family's ancestral graves?"
The Qian family patriarch: "?"
"Your family's ancestral graves had problems, your whole family... eh?"
He paused, then couldn't help but start to think deeply, his expression growing increasingly serious.
Hmm, maybe it's true?
The Qian family patriarch frowned, then suddenly realized, "It must be a problem with the ancestral graves!"
"Chirp chirp! Chirp chi ...!!!"
Just then, a series of urgent calls suddenly came from the direction of the female bird's nest.
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn, and they turned to look nervously.
"Why are you using such foul language again? What happened to it this time?"
Fang Yang was puzzled and felt very wronged. They had done everything they could: food, water, warm clothing, and even a lot of spirit beasts and rare treasures.
Among them was a Dragon Fruit, a specialty of the Dragon Clan, which the Fang family had collected but were reluctant to eat!
But before anyone could answer, the female sparrow's cry suddenly became shrill, "Screech—!"
The female sparrow raised her head and cried out sharply, then returned to her original appearance. Her body trembled slightly, as if she were enduring great pain, and she gasped for breath.
Instantly, everyone's pupils dilated in shock, and they screamed inwardly as they flew forward.
Oh no! Oh no! This is really going to be a difficult birth!!
"Sparrow, hold on!"
"We in Qingcheng really don't want to be hit by a hurricane."
Fang Yang ran the fastest, surpassing many Nascent Soul cultivators with his Golden Core cultivation, and his voice was even more mournful than that of the difficult-to-give-up female sparrow.
Even the female sparrow's shrill cry paused for a moment, then it flapped its wings incessantly, its cries becoming agitated and furious, "Screech, screech!"
Fang Yang couldn't help but cover his ears again: "Sparrow, your chirping is awful! Stop chirping and save your energy for laying eggs!"
The female recluse sparrow: "?"
The celestial-level spirit beast could understand human speech; it had simply been ignoring the monkeys before.
But why are birds being insulted today?
The female sparrow raised her wings as if to unleash a gust of wind, huh? She really didn't get to eat shit!
However, with the slightest exertion, it felt a sharp pain and immediately began to scream even more intensely.
"唳——"
Everyone couldn't help but clench their buttocks; ouch, it looked painful!
Just then, Shen Shuan and his group entered the city.
However, just as she stepped into Qingcheng with her left foot, a sudden gust of wind arose, blowing her hair wildly.
Shen Shu'an: "?"
Shen Shu'an, refusing to believe it, withdrew her foot, and instantly, miraculously, the wind stopped.
"No, is fate targeting me?"
Shen Shu'an was speechless, but the next second, she immediately grabbed Xuan Yi and rushed into Qingcheng without any regard for anything else.
"Xuanyi, hurry, the mountain behind my house is over here!"
"It's starting to get windy and rainy, the mother sparrow is about to give birth!"
Shen Shuan spoke with great certainty, leaving Xuan Yi, who was being dragged along by her, quite puzzled.
"You know that?"
Was the dream that detailed?
Xuan Yi lowered his golden eyes, watching the girl struggling to control her sword, and silently transferred a wisp of magic power into the sword beneath his feet.
"I'll do it, hurry up."
Shen Shu'an: "..."
Shen Shu'an was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, Xuan Yi, hurry up!"
Reaching the peak of the Golden Core stage is faster than refining Qi.
Damn it, she's already at the peak of Qi Refining. She'll break through after rescuing the female sparrow!
After saying that, Shen Shuan took out the manual from his pocket and quickly began to review it.
Stop shaking your hand!
Waaaaa, Mom, I'm so nervous!!!
Fang Yang was furious, his anger barely contained: "If anyone's going to curse, it should be that male sparrow!"
Shen Wuming: "We were perfectly fine in Dongzhou, but we ended up experiencing what Nanzhou is like. It's normal for them to scold us."
Shen Wuming stroked his chin, "Especially the people in the city who were preparing to dry their wheat, now that's happened, their clan disciples are exhausted."
This was the first time in his life he had ever seen a magical wheat harvester.
Fang Yang's expression softened slightly, and he muttered, "Did it delay the drying of the wheat? Well, that makes sense."
He realized he was in the wrong and stopped talking. He just stared longingly at the female bird in the nest, hoping for her well-being and wishing her all the best.
For a moment, everyone fell silent and stopped speaking.
Only Qian Hengduo, who was being kept by the Qian family elders, couldn't resist the urge to write poetry and took out his precious wolf-hair brush, waving it in the air.
This commotion immediately drew everyone's attention.
I've always heard that the young man from the Qian family cultivates literary arts and is unwilling to inherit the mantle of the Qian family patriarch.
It must be because of his exceptional talent.
Qian Hengduo stood up, his brows furrowed, and after a moment of deep thought, decisively picked up his pen and wrote—
"Dark clouds loomed overhead, a vast and ominous atmosphere."
As soon as the first line was uttered, everyone's eyes narrowed. Although it was simple, it rhymed and was quite interesting.
But after the second sentence was uttered, everyone couldn't help but frown and began to doubt themselves.
Fang Yang scratched his head, wondering what it meant. Was it because he was too uneducated to understand the meaning behind it?
How did it suddenly become "a torrential downpour covering the entire mountain"?
He looked at Qian Hengduo with a confused expression. "Little brother, aren't you Wenxiu?"
At that moment, Qian Hengduo straightened his back, raised his head, and wrote the last line of his poem with a flourish.
"The birds on the branches are silent, and my heart feels heavy with anxiety."
Fang Yang: "?"
Everyone present was speechless.
Then, everyone's eyes turned to Qian Duoduo, the Qian family patriarch, whose face was contorted in pain.
No, Patriarch Qian, you haven't given up yet?
I'm giving up on you, my grandson.
Nian Qiuhua's eyes were the most shocking. "You bad old man, your grandson is like this, how dare you want to be with my daughter?"
As for Qian Hengduo, he looked at his newly completed work with great satisfaction, silently recited it to himself, shook his head, closed his eyes, and became intoxicated.
"Ah, what a beautiful poem!"
But is there something wrong with this "literary spirit feedback"? Why am I being penalized by half a foot?
They've spent months painstakingly cultivating that little bit of literary refinement!
Ten feet of literary cultivation is equivalent to ordinary foundation building, ten mirrors are equivalent to golden elixir, and ten inkstones are equivalent to nascent soul.
After ten inkstones, one must temper one's literary courage and cultivate a literary sword within one's belly. Then one can kill without leaving a trace, sending a poem of murderous intent from a hundred miles away, and quietly taking the head of the person.
But everyone was even more shocked to hear Qian Hengduo's rapt voice.
"Old Ancestor of the Qian family, you..." someone couldn't help but speak up, but then realized it was inappropriate and quickly stopped.
Fang Yang, however, was already laughing without a care in the world, but he covered his mouth and shook his head wildly at the Qian family patriarch's shoulder.
The Qian family patriarch: "..."
He sighed deeply, "Alas, it's all a story of heartache and tears."
In this world, which family doesn't have a few disappointing descendants?
But why are all the members of the Qian family so useless?!
Please excuse my poor attempt at this.
His face turned red, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.
This gesture truly made everyone present feel sorry for her.
Sigh, the Qian family patriarch had it tough!
Even Fang Yang, who was trembling, stopped smiling and looked at the Qian family patriarch with a sympathetic expression, saying, "Old man, is there something wrong with your family's ancestral graves?"
The Qian family patriarch: "?"
"Your family's ancestral graves had problems, your whole family... eh?"
He paused, then couldn't help but start to think deeply, his expression growing increasingly serious.
Hmm, maybe it's true?
The Qian family patriarch frowned, then suddenly realized, "It must be a problem with the ancestral graves!"
"Chirp chirp! Chirp chi ...!!!"
Just then, a series of urgent calls suddenly came from the direction of the female bird's nest.
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn, and they turned to look nervously.
"Why are you using such foul language again? What happened to it this time?"
Fang Yang was puzzled and felt very wronged. They had done everything they could: food, water, warm clothing, and even a lot of spirit beasts and rare treasures.
Among them was a Dragon Fruit, a specialty of the Dragon Clan, which the Fang family had collected but were reluctant to eat!
But before anyone could answer, the female sparrow's cry suddenly became shrill, "Screech—!"
The female sparrow raised her head and cried out sharply, then returned to her original appearance. Her body trembled slightly, as if she were enduring great pain, and she gasped for breath.
Instantly, everyone's pupils dilated in shock, and they screamed inwardly as they flew forward.
Oh no! Oh no! This is really going to be a difficult birth!!
"Sparrow, hold on!"
"We in Qingcheng really don't want to be hit by a hurricane."
Fang Yang ran the fastest, surpassing many Nascent Soul cultivators with his Golden Core cultivation, and his voice was even more mournful than that of the difficult-to-give-up female sparrow.
Even the female sparrow's shrill cry paused for a moment, then it flapped its wings incessantly, its cries becoming agitated and furious, "Screech, screech!"
Fang Yang couldn't help but cover his ears again: "Sparrow, your chirping is awful! Stop chirping and save your energy for laying eggs!"
The female recluse sparrow: "?"
The celestial-level spirit beast could understand human speech; it had simply been ignoring the monkeys before.
But why are birds being insulted today?
The female sparrow raised her wings as if to unleash a gust of wind, huh? She really didn't get to eat shit!
However, with the slightest exertion, it felt a sharp pain and immediately began to scream even more intensely.
"唳——"
Everyone couldn't help but clench their buttocks; ouch, it looked painful!
Just then, Shen Shuan and his group entered the city.
However, just as she stepped into Qingcheng with her left foot, a sudden gust of wind arose, blowing her hair wildly.
Shen Shu'an: "?"
Shen Shu'an, refusing to believe it, withdrew her foot, and instantly, miraculously, the wind stopped.
"No, is fate targeting me?"
Shen Shu'an was speechless, but the next second, she immediately grabbed Xuan Yi and rushed into Qingcheng without any regard for anything else.
"Xuanyi, hurry, the mountain behind my house is over here!"
"It's starting to get windy and rainy, the mother sparrow is about to give birth!"
Shen Shuan spoke with great certainty, leaving Xuan Yi, who was being dragged along by her, quite puzzled.
"You know that?"
Was the dream that detailed?
Xuan Yi lowered his golden eyes, watching the girl struggling to control her sword, and silently transferred a wisp of magic power into the sword beneath his feet.
"I'll do it, hurry up."
Shen Shu'an: "..."
Shen Shu'an was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, Xuan Yi, hurry up!"
Reaching the peak of the Golden Core stage is faster than refining Qi.
Damn it, she's already at the peak of Qi Refining. She'll break through after rescuing the female sparrow!
After saying that, Shen Shuan took out the manual from his pocket and quickly began to review it.
Stop shaking your hand!
Waaaaa, Mom, I'm so nervous!!!