[comprehensive] superior skills

Song Ci, who took away the spring water, was afraid of being discovered by the sharp-headed dwarf that he could drive the lion without using bread, so he planned to go around the back of the canyon and change his way home.

It is also a forest, but there are only large dry trees here, and there are no animals to drive. Song Ci can only rely on his own feet to walk forward. When he is hungry, he breaks some bread that can never be eaten, and when he is thirsty, he drinks the mountain spring brought from home. .

Although the journey is boring and boring, it is getting closer and closer to home.Halfway there, she met a charcoal burner crying under a tree.

The charcoal burner was dusty all over, and he was also old, thin and thin, and his face full of tears was full of sadness.

Song Ci never dared to underestimate the people in the magic forest. She tightened the cloak on her body and asked softly, "Old man, why are you crying?"

It was the first time that the charcoal burner saw such a lovely girl in the charcoal forest. He quickly wiped away his tears and said, "Young girl, I am sad for myself. I used to burn charcoal in the forest and live a carefree life. Unexpectedly, a young traveler came and exchanged my soldier’s rucksack with a Ruyi tablecloth that can conjure up various delicacies. It was my magic weapon for protection. Every time I tapped, an officer and six Soldiers, thanks to them I was able to burn charcoal in the charcoal forest safe and sound. But that brazen and untrustworthy man turned around and used the soldiers to snatch the tablecloth away, and now I have nothing."

Song Ci's eyes lit up after listening to it. If he could get the Ruyi tablecloth, he would not have to worry about eating and drinking in any environment in the future.

She took out a ruby ​​from her pocket and handed it to the charcoal burner, "God will punish the unbelievers, poor old man, take the ruby ​​and go home."

The charcoal burner didn't know that Song Ci had already set his sights on the Ruyi tablecloth, and thought he had met a kind-hearted person. After being grateful, he took the gem and left the coke forest.

After watching the charcoal burner leave, Song Ci followed the direction of the traveler under the guidance of the hazel shoe. On the way, he met the second and third charcoal burner respectively. They were all used by the traveler in the same way. Tricked away the treasure.

The second charcoal-burner lost his hat, and as long as he turned around his head, there would be twelve cannons. The cannon fire can destroy everything, and magic can't stop his attack.

The third charcoal-burner lost a horn, and all his walls and fortresses, cities and villages would collapse into ruins as soon as it was blown.

Song Ci heard the abilities of the last two treasures and wanted to spread her wings to chase the travelers, but in order to avoid future disputes, she patiently gave each charcoal burner a gem to appease them.

Chasing day and night, Song Ci finally found a young traveler with a soldier's rucksack, a hat and a horn in his hand before the third sunset. She blew the clarinet without hesitation, making the liar dance the happiest Dancing vigorously until exhaustion.

The young traveler collapsed on the dirt full of rough gravel, panting and asked: "Beautiful girl, why are you teasing me?"

Song Ci took back the clarinet, and replied softly with a voice sweeter than the sound of the flute: "I hate greedy and shameless people the most in my life, especially you are a hundred times better than me."

He casually threw a piece of worthless variegated gemstone on the traveler, collected his rucksack, hat and horn, and ignored the yelling and cursing of the people behind him, Song Ci waved his hands and left gracefully.

Under the eager expectation of the three dwarves, Song Ci, who had harvested countless harvests, finally returned to the wooden house when the first cicadas blew in summer.

The welcome dinner was extraordinarily rich because of the Ruyi tablecloth. Song Ci and the three dwarves sat around the table, told in detail the personnel and events they encountered along the way, and shared the proceeds with the three brothers.

The dwarf was delighted with Song Ci's safe return. Although she was curious about the magic items with various magical attributes she brought out, he didn't want to greedily take them for himself.

The three brothers have survived for hundreds of years, and they have already seen countless treasures. Relatively speaking, Song Ci's gains are only pediatrics. What's more, the four of them are already like a family, regardless of each other, why bother to hurt their friendship for a little thing.

Seeing that Song Ci had brought back a large amount of spring water, the dwarf quickly took out the storage utensils made during this period of time as a gift.

The eldest took out a golden water pot with a red space magic stone inlaid on it; the second child took out a silver water pot with a blue space magic stone inlaid on it; the third child took out a handful of copper A kettle with a green space magic stone inlaid on it.

The three brothers rushed to let Song Ci use the kettle she made. In order to be fair and to live up to the dwarf's intentions, she expressed her idea of ​​diluting the spring water to achieve different effects, so that the spring water can be preserved separately.

Seeing that his painstaking efforts were not in vain, the dwarf immediately turned his head to study the fountain of life, satisfied.

The days passed day by day, and when winter came, the whole forest was covered with snow, and the dwarf finally successfully mixed the spring water with the mountain spring in different proportions.

The eldest's golden jug is filled with the original fountain of life, and just a small cup can rejuvenate a person and make him live forever.

The second child's silver jug ​​is filled with mountain spring that contains half of the spring of life. Just a small cup can eliminate all diseases and increase life expectancy by a hundred years.

The third child's copper kettle is filled with the spring of life diluted by a large number of mountain springs. Although it does not have the miraculous effects of the first two, daily drinking can strengthen the body and eliminate diseases and misfortunes.

These three exquisite high-waisted jugs were separately collected by Song Ci in a magic stone, which also collected many beautiful water cups and tableware.

After inquiring about the life limit of the dwarf brother, Song Ci drank two cups of spring water from the silver jug.

The past encounters have long dispelled her desire for infinite life, and the most important thing is to live happily, just like the reincarnations she has had for several generations, the sum of which is not as long as knowing the dwarf, but it is full of people. Trapped in mad painful memories.

Everything Song Ci got now was bestowed by the three dwarf brothers, and even future generations will continue to benefit, so why should she be stingy with the mere 200 years of company.

The little dwarf brothers were moved by Song Ci's decision, and since then they have been more responsive and tried their best to please her.

Fortunately, Song Ci is not a greedy person. She knows the truth that too much is too much, and she still does her best to take care of the dwarf's daily life as usual. She never asks for the dwarf's treasures, nor does she take advantage of the situation to learn the space magic that she has been coveting for a long time.

The days went on like this, until one day ten years later, Song Ci, who was picking mushrooms in the forest, was brought back to Cinderella's former home by the hazel shoe that suddenly changed.

There was no one in the slightly dilapidated courtyard, only the sound of quarrels could be heard from the rooms on the second floor.

Song Ci put on his cloak, and as soon as he reached the stairs, he heard his stepmother yelling harshly, and then a priest came out with an angry face.

She listened quietly at the door for a while, and then she realized that the priest came to say the last prayer to Cinderella's father.

Without Cinderella, the two daughters of the stepmother still failed to marry the prince. They were addicted to pleasure, with high-mindedness and low-handedness. They failed to marry for more than ten years and became veritable old girls. The mother and daughter could only hold on to Cinderella tightly. His father lived a life of luxury and indulgence with the family resources he provided.

And Cinderella's father seemed to have repented since his daughter left home. He left his business and searched for children all over the world. Until the year before last, he fell ill and was on the way to find his daughter, and was sent home by a kind passer-by.

There is no income, and there are three profligate women in the family. Up to now, they can't even pay for the head of the family's medical treatment.

Now the stepmother and the two daughters are only looking forward to Cinderella's father swallowing his last breath, so that he can sell the house and land and return to his mother's family to continue to be chic.

Song Ci waited until the three of them, the mother and daughter, happily went to the restaurant for lunch, and then quietly walked into the room alone.

The room was full of old and decaying smells. Cinderella's father was lying on the bed, covered with a sheet, as thin as a piece of paper.He closed his eyes, his face was red, his breath was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and his slightly parted lips murmured.

Song Ci leaned over to listen, and found that he kept chanting Cinderella's name.

"Is that why you brought me here?"

Song Ci lowered his head and asked Hazel Shoes. Hazel Shoes couldn't speak, but kept tapping the ground with his toes.

Forget it, let's take it as a filial piety for the original body.

Song Ci took out the copper kettle, filled a large glass of spring water, and helped Cinderella's father to drink it. Seeing that his complexion turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breathing stabilized, he stopped, and then pulled out the water from the ring. A Cinderella-made coin purse holds a handful of diamonds.

These were the few little things that belonged to Cinderella that she took with her when she left the big house, and her name was embroidered on it.

Hanging the coin purse on the old man's chest and stuffing it into the underwear, expecting the mother and daughter to serve the patients is purely a dream, so I am not afraid that they will find diamonds.

After finishing all this, Song Ci went to Cinderella's mother's cemetery again.

I don’t know whether the originally lush hazel tree withered because of leaving Cinderella’s tears, or because the magic power of passing the message was exhausted, and it turned into a dead tree again, and the little bird living on the tree disappeared.

Song Ci poured a little spring water from a copper kettle on the roots of the hazel branches, and the few remaining branches trembled slightly.

Looking up at the old man struggling to sit up and looking out at the window on the second floor, Song Ci thought to himself, this time it is really not due to each other.

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The heroine is about to embark on a journey of freeing herself.