Chapter 127: The Artemisia Man

On March 26th, the weather was fine, the boats along the River Cam were still fluttering and endless, and the Gothic church of Trinity College stood as old as ever.

In the Turkish barbecue chicken restaurant on the side street, Promise is trying to eat chicken with only a knife and fork, the left half of a chicken is neatly textured, and the right half is like a dog gnawing.

Going to Salisbury to see the characteristic teaching method of the sword in the stone is just a small program that Ling Ming discovered before she came, and she said that she was going to come to Cambridge, but she still had to come after all.

One Cambridge University, 31 colleges, countless people have left their youth here, including poets like Byron and Milton, and scientists like Newton and Cavendish who pursued the ultimate in the world. In short, Cambridge and Cambridge, for various reasons, have become the most famous places in the United Kingdom with Oxford, coupled with their unique beautiful environment and special atmosphere formed by historical deposits, it makes sense that the spirits chose to gather here.

Once you have decided to come to England, you will always go to the place where you can easily meet the spirit, even if you don't know how to meet it.

"We chose the latter in silently waiting for the arrival of the personnel of the spiritual center and taking the initiative to contact us," he was in a foreign country, and there was not a single Asian face sitting around, and the reason why this table was concerned was simply because the promised knife skills were too poor, so he was very relieved to talk to Ling Ming in Chinese, "But how can I find it?"

Ling Ming, who had already accurately cut half of the chicken and was satisfied with the knife, also held her chin and thought, in the vast sea of people, other spirits were much more experienced than them in concealment, if they did not expose themselves, it would not be easy to find them.

"It's okay," the promise was really lost to this chicken who he thought was hyperostosis, and after looking left and right, he picked it up and nibbled on it, "We have time, maybe we will hit the door by ourselves while playing." ”

Speaking of playing, the Kanghe Artemisia next to Trinity College is a must, and after eating a difficult lunch for someone, the two of them strolled directly to the river.

According to common sense, most of them are students or graduates of Cambridge University, but since they can play, the skills will not be too bad, it doesn't matter which one you choose, but when you have a choice, normal people will pick one.

"How is he?" promised to gesture to Ling Ming to look at the person he had picked, with strong arms, sitting in the boat with a tall and immovable posture, looking very experienced.

"No," Ling Ming, who is observant at the level of a profiler, objected, "The length of his beard exceeds the limit of politeness, and his personality should be relatively lazy and fiery. ”

Rejected and had to look for the next target, until the individual passengers who had come around the same time as them had chosen a boat and left, and the two were ready to pick a good one that didn't waste time on perfectionism.

"Punting (the name of the activity Artemisia Cam, which originally means a punt or something)?" The sudden pure London accent made the two of them have no time to turn on the automatic translation, but fortunately the word was not difficult to understand, and they quickly noticed the artemisia man who spoke.

His straw-gold hair color, less yellow hair than most Englishmen, and his well-chosen woolen coat, beard length, and polite temperament are not disgusting, and at first glance it is impossible to confirm his age.

The sudden appearance of Artemisia was dressed like a professional so much that the two sensitive spirits wondered who he was, and why he hadn't been picked away, after all, to be able to visit the River Cam with such a British gentleman was to be in a good mood all day.

"Sorry, i'vetakenaafter-lunchnap, perhapsalittlelonger (Sorry, I just took a nap, maybe a little longer)." The Artemisia Man touched his nose and seemed to feel sorry for the lack of opportunities to make money.

Ling Ming and Promise glanced at each other, in the spiritual world, Ling Ming said that this was indeed what he thought in his heart, so the two of them were slightly relieved, probably they were really too sensitive after knowing the identity of their spirits, in the past, they would not pick out such small details at all, what kind of gentleman who suddenly appeared to support Artemisia, like to sit down, can anyone do anything to them?

“So,wishwewillhaveagoodtimetogether.” Ling Ming calmly handed over the price and double the tip to the Artemisia supporter to show his special satisfaction with him, and the Artemisia supporter accepted it with a smile on his face, "Certainly, bytheway, mynameisNathan.Reese."

Nathan's artemisia skills are truly unparalleled, no matter how many boats are stuck on the surface of the water in front of him, he always keeps a steady and steady way through them, and his humorous and knowledgeable explanations as he crosses each bridge will keep other visitors listening.

"Oh!" exclaimed, and the two men, who were reveling in Nathan's Cambridge story, looked up to see that the famous math bridge was right in front of them.

"Thisisthemathematicalbridge, peoplesayit'sbuiltbyNewton..."Nathan's charming accent reappeared, but this time the promise took his words, "Butinfact, it'sbuiltbyJamesMaes*** , accordingto William Etheridge's design (but in fact, it was built by James Essex Jr. to William Etheridge's design)."

“Yeah,thisonewas.” Nathan looked ahead at the slow flow of the river and the green grass as if everything was the same as before, "but Newton did build a bridge over the river without a single nail or screw." ”

"Click!" Ling Ming reflexively buckled back, actually sinking into the wood, pulling out a lot of sawdust, but this small mistake was definitely not as shocking as Nathan's words.

Is that Chinese? No, it's spiritual!

"Can't you accurately control your powerful mental power?" Nathan looked at the damage Ling Ming caused to the wood, and smiled slightly, the artemisia in his hand was still skillful, and others couldn't hear the conversation between them, nor could they notice anything unusual, but he was a little surprised by the strength of Ling Ming's hand.

"Let me finish my story," continued Nathan, before he could ask, "and the bridge he built, though well designed, ultimately stood on the river, by that power, the power that made people fearful. Later, Queen's College sent students to tear down the bridge, not to explore the secrets, but to relieve their fears. Nathan took a deep breath, "It is said that when he built that bridge, he would not be able to resist the evil of that power, so he would risk being discovered by the world and do this shocking thing, just to feel the truth." ”

The so-called evil of spiritual power is that people gradually lose sight of the real and the unreal, and they are less and less able to feel whether they exist or not.

The boat docked, and the people on the shore reached out to pull Ling Ming and promise, and Nathan sped up the boat with his spirit as he spoke, so that he arrived just in time for the end of his speech, apparently not giving the two a chance to ask questions.

Lady first, the people on the shore stretched out their hands to Ling Ming first, but she politely refused, although the people on the shore were puzzled and didn't talk much, but someone caught a glimpse of Nathan's side face and felt that this person seemed to be very strange.

"You are also a spirit," Nathan didn't give them a chance, it didn't mean that they couldn't fight for a chance for themselves, Ling Ming got this opportunity by staying on the boat, "How do you know our identity?"

"The ultimate spirit, the spirit is much stronger than ordinary people, is it difficult to find an elephant in a group of ants?" Judging a person's identity by his spiritual strength is something that most spirits can do, that is, novices, so they don't understand the skills.

The people on the shore gradually realized that Nathan was not really a proprietor and began to prepare to subdue him and send him to the police, Nathan jumped lightly and escaped ashore.

"This'snottheend!" Nathan shouted, fleeing to the corner, turning the corner and disappearing, watching the dejected and bewildered people walk back, Ling Ming and promised to go ashore on their own, they were sure that this last sentence of Nathan.Reese was spoken to them.