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Cui Cheng slowly made his way up the mountain, then looked around as he recited a poetry phrase, "Mountains resembling sharp dragon scales and valleys filled with birds of flight, even a hundred-year-old man would be mesmerized by such a stunning sight."
"Well said!" Pei Qian praised with a nod.
"Since when were you an appreciator of poetry?" Cui Cheng asked with a smile.
"I said that on my master's behalf," Pei Qian replied with a grin, and Cui Cheng burst into laughter.
Upon reaching the mountain summit, they arrived before a Daoist temple with its gates tightly shut. Instead of knocking on the gates, Cui Cheng and Pei Qian explored the nearby area, reading some plaque inscriptions and cliff carvings.
Cui Cheng cast his gaze into the distance as he mused, "A wise man once said that the lifeblood of a person lies in their essential energy, while the lifeblood of a nation lies in the hearts of the people. Truer words have hardly ever been spoken..."
Pei Qian turned to look at him, and she finally recalled that he had mentioned that he was once a scholar.
The two of them made their way down the mountain on foot, and they arrived in a village. Beyond that were cities and towns, and the rugged mountain paths had been replaced by official roads.
They encountered many people of all walks of life along the way, with most of them only fleeting encounters that didn't lead to anything.
On this day, they stopped by a streetside teashop, where Pei Qian purchased two large bowls of cold tea out of her own pocket.
She wove herself a conical hat out of bamboo fibers, and it was a very amusing sight to see her sword and saber...
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