Pulling carts also require training, at least the eight divine turtles that pull the cart need to maintain the same rhythm, this rhythm can also be understood as the force of driving clouds. If one is fast and another is slow, it will be chaotic when they all start to move simultaneously.
It is necessary to train them in advance so that they can master a rhythm that is comfortable for both.
They are here to pull the cart, not to be the young mistress. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. The original form of twelve tortoise fairies revealed themselves, and the sudden sight of twelve giant turtles as large as eight-legged tables was quite a shock.
No matter what kind of turtle, they all consider their shells as a layer of clothing, so there is no shame to speak of at this moment.
"Get into position, ready! Go!" Fenghuang seemed to have a sports teacher's spirit, pointing and saying: "Fourth, Guyan, you ran ahead."
"Let's try again. I will slightly relax the space seal. When you run, keep in a straight line, use your eyes to focus on the front, and use the corner of your eye to observe your companions around you. Remember, you must maintain formation. Now listen to my command, get into position, ready, go!"
As Fenghuang's wrist flipped, the previously near-solid space barrier became thinner. Many tortoises struggled to run through numerous obstacles, trying to follow the requirements by running in a fan-shaped formation. However, after relaxing the space restriction, they immediately saw the differences between individuals. Some had strong powers and sprinted quickly, while others had slower reaction speeds and started off much slower. The fastest and slowest among them were now more than ten meters apart.
"It's strange. How can the difference in your reaction speeds be so large? Aren't you all from the same species?"
Fenghuang was puzzled. Among the twelve tortoises, nine were fairly normal, but in her opinion, Guiyu, Guyan, and Guijing these three individuals were at least two beats slower in their reaction speed compared to the others.
The differences within the species can be understood.
Compared to sprint champions, it's natural to find a difference in reaction speed in an ordinary person. However, it's also unrealistic that athletes have reached the finish line while the others are still unaware of it.
Guiyu, Guyan, and Guijing seemed to be exceptionally slow to her. Yet, these three had a strong sense of spirituality when she picked them. Why would the ones with high spirituality have slower reaction speeds?
After half a day of training, the nine tortoises had already mastered the technique. Another two days of practice would be enough for them to try driving the vehicle.
Although the remaining three showed poor performance, Fenghuang didn't say anything either. Since she only needed eight to pull the cart, and now she has nine, one more than needed.
Fenghuang no longer paid attention to the training. After all, it was because of Longji's face that she wanted to make the Queen Mother of Yáo Chí happy; she wasn't very serious about her work.
She instructed the other tortoises to continue training, and she went to the inner room to forge a Liushi vehicle. She couldn't let the Queen Mother walk her dogs like this, with eight turtles pulling her around. A stylish and magnificent carriage was something that had to be had.
Fenghuang, a natural-born master of refining weapons, controlled the ultimate flame ranked first in the Hónghuā and was proficient in refining items. She took out some precious materials from the treasure house and then called upon Longji. Her mother's preference for interior design needed Longji's input. The vehicle might not be used for eight hundred years, but it was purely a symbolic project to create a beautiful carriage. The completion of this task would suffice.
The two of them quickly closed the door and focused on refining the weapon.
The turtle tribe is strong in physical fitness and perseverance. The nine tortoises who have passed Fenghuang's selection have no thoughts of resting. They shouted slogans together, continued to maintain the same intensity of training under Fenghuang's spatial barrier, perspiring like rain, without anyone complaining or feeling tired.
Guiyu, Guyan, and Guijing exchanged glances. They understood each other, knowing that the other two were the targets chosen by Guishenmǔ.
Each of them had originally believed that they were the only one, that their sacrifice would bring great benefits to the tribe.
Wow, Fenghuang picked randomly, and three of the twelve tribemates were chosen by Guiling as new bodies. This ratio is too high! How many host bodies did Guiling choose among the tortoise tribe?
In this environment, it's impossible to say the truth. Although my body is sluggish and my consciousness is vague, I must grit my teeth and follow the training for the face of the Tortoise Tribe.
Guiyu, exhausted, transformed back into her human form and sprawled out on the ground, not wanting to move at all.
originally she just wanted to fool around, but she didn't expect that with the high-intensity training, the compatibility between her body and soul had improved slightly. That was her own body after all. As her body was extremely tired, her soul naturally made the best choice, which was to adapt to her body again.
Guiyu was close to tears, feeling frustrated. After all the effort, she had taken a step back, and the sutras of Rìguāng púsà had been recited in vain.
"Why are you crying? Are you feeling wronged?" A girl's voice echoed from behind her. Guiyu had a special talent of the turtle tribe: she could keep her body still, extend her neck, and look back.
I saw an eight or nine-year-old girl wearing slightly large official robes, like a child wearing adult clothes, squatting on a branch of a tree and looking at her in a very unkempt manner.
The girl blinked her eyes and clenched her fists to encourage her: "Big sister, don't cry. Jingwei has been watching for a while. Among the three of us, you have made the most progress."
Guiyu smiled a bit wryly. Yes, she had taken a step back, climbing out of the deep hole of being confused and resembling an idiot. Now, she wasn't the brightest turtle, but at least she was a normal turtle. How could her progress not be significant?
Jingwei was wearing the official robe of the fifth star of the seventh constellation in the twenty-eight stars of the North, known as Weiyàn Yàn.
While she is said to be Fenghuang's disciple, in reality Fenghuang is impatient and has little patience for teaching disciples. Jingwei often learns from Longji instead.
After the Sealing of the Gods was completed, Fenghuang and Longji jointly recommended Jingwei to become a member of the Twenty-Eight Constellations. Without considering the right or wrong, she would first come and enjoy the royal rations, not to eat for nothing.
At this moment, Jingwei gently consoled Guiyu: "Big sister, be strong and brave to live on. No matter how they look at you, I believe in you. You are the best here."
Jingwei had a bit of ADHD, and she couldn't stop moving. She flew away quickly, leaving Guiyu alone to stare blankly in place.
Less than a teapot's time, Jingwei flew back and gave her an apple.
"Pre-origin five elements mulberry fruit, the teacher was originally going to use it as a gift, now say it is not using, gave me." Jingwei looked sunny: "sister is also my new friends? This fruit will send to sister! Sister, good rest, goodbye!"
Leaving behind the fruit, Jingwei truly flew away this time.
Guiyu blankly looked at the mulberry fruit. Originally, she had made up her mind to give her body to the tribe and great grandmother for the sake of her species. However, after enduring an exhausting exercise that left her almost collapsed, her conviction wavered.
Jingwei's sincere words were like a heavy hammer, smashing her previously deadened heart into disarray.
For a moment, she even had a rebellious thought: she wanted to live on!
