As nothing new has happened in recent days, the popularity of the [Piaomiao Continent] live broadcast room has gradually declined and has been sluggish for several days.
The steadfast audience couldn't help but complain that Zhu Changyang was taking his time in the world of cultivation too seriously and shouldn't hurry up and do something interesting.
It was not until the battle with Shi Hou that the barrage in the live broadcast room finally became active again.
[The fight has started! The fight has finally started!!]
[My eyes are filled with tears. This is the world of cultivation that I am familiar with. Go and call my sisters over immediately! ]
[Tsk, I don't want to argue, but the NPC Shi Hou is too stereotyped. Can the development of Pujiang be a little more innovative? ! ]
[Ahhhhh!! Jun Shu’s counterattack is so cool! If this happened in Diandian, it would be the protagonist’s script! ]
[Emmm, as long as Jun Shu and Chang Yang continue to form a team, then they will definitely be the protagonists in our Pujiang. ]
[Hey, that makes sense! ]
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Zhu Changyang himself is not as relaxed and optimistic as the audience in the live broadcast room.
Shi Hou's surprise attack made him realize something that had been ignored before but was actually very important.
The world of cultivation is not like the modern society which has developed into a highly civilized society. People here believe that the strong are respected and their concept of the rule of law is extremely weak.
To be precise, there are no effective laws in this place.
Therefore, when traveling in the world, you need at least one of strength and luck.
Zhu Changyang examined himself and it was obvious that he did not possess either of the two qualities at the moment. After much thought, he could only take the third path - clinging to someone powerful.
He didn't care what Jun Shu did. The worst that could happen was the loss of a bicycle. So, give it to him!
So the two of them happily formed a team.
"When you go out, it's better to be with friends so that you can take care of each other." Zhu Changyang said sincerely, and continued to go to the teleportation array, "Let's go, let's go to Cangbo City."
Jun Shu followed him leisurely, saying casually, "Then you can help me pay for the teleportation array first. I don't have any money now."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
I almost forgot that Jun Shu looked elegant and noble, like a young master from a wealthy family, but when we first met, he showed his poverty very openly.
However, being open-minded and generous despite being poor, and even feeling somewhat justified in doing so, can be considered a kind of talent.
"How can you say that!" Zhu Changyang immediately disagreed and said solemnly, "What do you mean by help? You are my most important friend. I will pay for the car fare."
Just kidding, hiring a bodyguard is much more expensive than transportation costs, but he will still calculate the cost.
Jun Shu didn't comment, but looked at him a few more times with a strange expression.
The two of them walked into the place where the teleportation array was operated. A minute later, they walked out again in dismay.
"Damn black-hearted businessman!" Zhu Changyang exhaled and cursed, "This price increase is too outrageous!"
It turned out that the news of the marriage between the Yuxu Sect and Changchun Tower had spread throughout the continent. The number of people going to Cangbo City had also increased dramatically during this period, and several surrounding cities had become popular destinations.
The teleportation arrays to these places took the opportunity to raise their prices. Buchendi is quite far away from Cangbo City, and the original cost was not low. Now it has skyrocketed tenfold, and the price has reached one hundred medium-grade spirit stones per person.
The technology transfer fee that Baigongmen paid to Zhu Changyang was a total of 500 medium-grade spirit stones. After spending some of them, he now has more than 400 left.
In other words, if he and Jun Shu were to take a trip on the teleportation array, he would have to spend half of his wealth, and even then it was difficult to get a spot.
Because there are many noble people from famous families who were invited to Cangbo City to watch the ceremony, and they are not short of money.
But Zhu Changyang is short of money. He has a long life ahead of him and no stable income, so he naturally has to spend frugally.
Seeing that he was in distress, Jun Shu thought for a moment and suggested, "How about I go beat up the boss and make him send us there at the original price?"
"You..." Zhu Changyang looked at him sweatily, not knowing where to start complaining for a moment.
As expected of the natives of the cultivation world, their legal awareness is low.
But you say he has no morals, he still wants to pay the original price. He has sex, but it's not completely free.
Zhu Changyang patted Jun Shu on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Brother, don't be like this. Violence is not advisable. We should strive to be civilized people and maintain the good atmosphere of society."
Most importantly, his common sense told him that any store that dared to raise prices like this must have powerful forces behind it.
It's not certain who will beat whom by then.
Jun Shu didn't know if he had listened to her or not, but he didn't insist and asked, "Then how do we get there?"
Zhu Changyang wiped his face and said, "Wait a moment, think about it carefully, there must be a way."
Jun Shu suddenly had an idea: "We can ride a bicycle over there."
Zhu Changyang's mouth twitched slightly: "Do you know how far it is from here to Cangbo City?"
His bicycle was not an airplane, and the roads in the cultivation world outside of towns were all mountainous. Not to mention whether he could ride it, he would be exhausted to death in less than two days.
But speaking of airplanes... Zhu Changyang looked up at the sky.
Flying is not prohibited in Buchen Land, and one can often see monks flying through the air on their swords at quite a fast speed.
Seeing this, Jun Shu also looked up and felt something: "You want to fly the sword?"
Zhu Changyang turned around and asked: "Can you fly a sword?"
Jun Shu nodded: "Yeah."
Wow!
Zhu Changyang took a breath and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Jun Shu: “You didn’t ask.”
"You're right. It was my negligence." Zhu Changyang decisively reflected on himself and showed a flattering yet sincere smile. "I wonder if you are willing to be my driver for once. When we get to Cangbo City, I will use the money I save to treat you to delicious food and drinks!"
This flexible look made Jun Shu feel a little funny, and inexplicably happy, his lips curved slightly upwards: "Okay."
As he spoke, he put his index and middle fingers together and made a gesture. The rusty sword that he had just used flew out of the mustard bag again and hovered in front of them.
Looking closer, the rust on the sword is more obvious.
Zhu Changyang thought to himself, Xiaoci was indeed very poor, he still kept such an old sword.
But he didn't care. No matter whether it was a bronze sword or an iron sword, a good sword was the one that could fly at this time.
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As Jun Shu's sword flew out, the live broadcast room, which had just become active again, also became excited.
[Ah! My favorite part of cultivation, flying with a sword, is finally here... Although it's because I'm too poor...]
[Me too! Every time I watch the cultivation live broadcast on Diandian, my favorite part is flying with a sword. I can look down from a high place and have a panoramic view of the entire map. In one word: awesome! ! ]
[1. The feeling of soaring to the sky and being full of energy is something you will never get tired of watching no matter how many times you watch it!]
[Changyang, let’s go! Let’s spread our wings together!]
However, this excitement only lasted for a short two minutes before it came to an abrupt end.
[… …]
[… Uh, Changyang, stand up! ! ]
[Host, wake up! I don't ask you to spread your wings, but isn't it too much for you to flutter like a chicken? ]
[Fuck, I forgot that Chang Yang was sent there by mistake, I guess Yu Jian’s skill points were not selected! ]
[Be bolder in the front, remove the word "estimated", Pujiang is poisonous! ]
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"Go ahead." Jun Shu grabbed Zhu Changyang's arm, took him and jumped lightly, then stood on the sword in an elegant manner.
However, Jun Shu is the only one who is free and easy.
Zhu Changyang hadn't prepared himself mentally yet, and was caught off guard by the sword. He swayed left and right, and screamed: "Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
After struggling for a few times, he still couldn't stand firmly and fell to the side. "Oh my god!"
Fortunately, Jun Shu was agile and at the critical moment he waved his sleeves and pulled him back. Then he put his hand on his waist and finally made him stand still.
Jun Shu looked puzzled: "So you can't fly a sword?"
Why were you so excited just now
Zhu Changyang's face turned pale, but his spirit was very tenacious: "It's okay, I can learn."
It’s okay to fall down, being poor is the most terrifying thing!
But it is easier said than done.
For a modern person who is used to being down-to-earth, the sword body is undoubtedly too narrow to be used as a vehicle, and the 360-degree panoramic view into the air is also a huge visual shock.
Zhu Changyang managed to stand with great difficulty, but as the sword flew upwards, his legs unconsciously became weak again.
After such a long time, Jun Shu was not impatient, but he couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he said, "You may not be suitable for flying a sword, why don't you give up..."
"No." Zhu Changyang waved his hand and said calmly, "I think there is something wrong with the design of this sword."
Jun Shu: “…”
He pretended not to understand Zhu Changyang's implication and slowly suggested again, "Why don't I go and beat up the boss of the teleportation array?"
“No, no, no.” Zhu Changyang tried to dissuade him. Under the pressure of Jun Shu who was ready to take the risk and commit crimes at any time, he finally came up with an idea, “I have a solution!”
Jun Shu: “Hmm?”
Zhu Changyang didn't have time to elaborate, he just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Wait here for a moment, I'll be back soon."
Jun Shu was a little confused, but still nodded: "Okay."
Zhu Changyang ran to a remote place, found an empty corner, and then entered the workshop.
At this time, the live broadcast room was already in despair.
[I watched him learn how to fly a sword for three hours, and I thought he would make a comeback... What on earth was I expecting...]
[It seems as if I saw Jun Shu learning to ride a bicycle a few days ago... What a perfect pair! Who wouldn't say they are a perfect match! ]
[Oh, in the magic world, if you don’t have some magic skills, you’ll still be at a disadvantage. The host can’t do anything about it this time! ]
The discussion in the live broadcast room was in full swing, and everyone once again sighed and lamented Zhu Changyang's unfortunate journey of cultivation.
Zhu Changyang was also working hard in the workshop. What he had to do this time was very simple.
The mold and equipment for the main part had been used once before and were ready-made.
There was only an auxiliary part that needed to be remade. He spent a few minutes drawing the drawing and then uploaded it to the system, which automatically generated a new mold.
The only material needed was basically iron, and the leftovers were enough.
By accelerating the condensation, the parts are formed in a very short time.
Finally, he assembled and debugged it manually, and the whole process took only half an hour.
"Huh—" Zhu Changyang let out a long breath, put away his things, then left the workshop and hurried back to his original place.
From a distance, Jun Shu was seen lazily leaning against the trunk of an ancient tree by the roadside, his jet-black hair cascading down from his shoulders, forming a sharp contrast with his white silk clothes.
He looked relaxed and not at all impatient.
Zhu Changyang had noticed before that although Jun Shu seemed very impatient sometimes, most of the time he was actually very patient.
Perhaps it is because the lifespans of people in the world of cultivation are relatively long, and the time here is often measured in thousands or hundreds of years.
If he could live a thousand years, he would be more patient.
As Zhu Changyang thought about it, he felt sad again.
On the other side, Jun Shu also noticed Zhu Changyang, and immediately stood up and walked over, looking him up and down, and making sure that he had not changed at all, he asked doubtfully: "What's your plan?"
Zhu Changyang collected his thoughts and took out an iron object shaped like an ox horn from his mustard seed bag: "Here."
Jun Shu:
He looked at the thing carefully to make sure he was not mistaken, and his doubts deepened: "Isn't this the handle of a bicycle?"
Zhu Changyang smiled slightly: "Yes, it's the handlebar."
What he was holding in his hand was a newly made bicycle handlebar.
The difference is that the stem part between the two handlebars is no longer welded with a front fork used to connect the front wheel, but a simple iron rod.
At the very end of the iron rod, there is a small flat slot welded.
"I've thought about it carefully. The reason I can't control the sword is not only my personal problem, but also mainly because of the design of the sword and the lack of stable equipment.
Therefore, to solve the problem, in addition to improving personal driving skills, we must also improve from the source and strengthen the design of the sword itself."
While Zhu Changyang was explaining, he reached out and grasped the lower half of the iron rod and pulled it, pulling out the other half that was retracted in the hollow iron tube.
The iron rod suddenly stretched out and became half a person's height.
This is the new design he added this time. The telescopic rod and the slot at the end for locking the sword body are very simple.
"The handlebars of a bicycle are a great stabilizing device. I can just attach it to the sword and have a grip so I can stand firm!"
To put it simply, it's like the pull bars and rings in buses and subways, which allow people to maintain balance in an unstable environment.
The handlebars have a little more going for them.
"And if you are tired, I can control the direction for you. It's really killing two birds with one stone!" The more Zhu Changyang spoke, the more he thought it was feasible, and his eyes lit up.
Jun Shu: “…”
Of course, Zhu Changyang did not forget that the sword itself had a driver. As a well-educated person, he still remembered to ask first: "How about it, do you mind if I add a handle to your sword? Don't worry, it is detachable and will not affect your daily use."
Jun Shu looked at the rusty sword still hovering beside him, then looked at Zhu Changyang's expectant eyes, and finally nodded slowly: "As long as you are happy."
"Great." Zhu Changyang cheered, and immediately loosened the buckle at the end of the telescopic rod, put it in from the tip of the sword, and then tightened it.
In this way, a simple car head stands up at the end of the sword.
Zhu Changyang glanced at Jun Shu and said, "Try it." Jun Shu wordlessly grabbed him and jumped up.
Zhu Changyang was already able to stand on the sword, and this time with his hand holding it, he felt much more stable.
He tried several different positions and found a rope, tied one end around his waist and the other end to the front of the car, using it as a simple safety belt to ensure that even if he accidentally slipped, he would have time to save himself.
During this whole process, Jun Shu has been watching in a speechless manner. When he saw him take out the safety rope, he was even more: "..."
I don’t know whether I should tell him that even if he really falls, I can pull him back myself.
Never mind, as long as he is happy.
Finally, Zhu Changyang officially finished his work and gave Jun Shu a heroic look: "Take off."
Jun Shu smiled, made a hand gesture, and the tip of the rusty sword tilted upward and flew into the air at a gentle speed.
A cool breeze blew towards me, the dust-free scenery under my feet gradually became smaller, and the range I could see gradually expanded.
From the streets to the market town, and then to the rivers, wilderness and mountains on the outskirts of the town, the buildings eventually become tiny embellishments, leaving only a thick landscape painting.
Zhu Changyang's legs were a little weak at first, and he held the handlebars tightly with both hands, not daring to move.
However, the sword flew very steadily and was not affected by the air currents at all.
And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the resistance he encountered in the air was much smaller than he thought.
The world of cultivation really doesn't follow science.
However, this is a good thing for Zhu Changyang. It saves him from having to spend more energy maintaining balance and allows him to adapt to flying conditions more quickly.
The tension gradually subsided, and the magnificent scenery appeared before our eyes.
Zhu Changyang also felt a sense of pride in his heart. He looked up, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "Wuhu~Take off~"
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Zhu Changyang's heart was pounding with emotion, and the atmosphere in the [Piaomiao Continent] live broadcast room was also very intense, but it was just crazy.
The ellipsis that fills the screen represents the mood of most people - speechless.
The other part was typing away on their keyboards and complaining madly.
[Fuck! Is this Chang Yang's solution? Put a head on the sword? ? ? Can he dare to go even further? ]
[Although it is outrageous, if you think about it carefully, it is a little reasonable... ]
[Queshi, you can’t tell me what the shortcomings of this design are. They even took the safety belt into consideration. From the results, it seems to be quite useful…]
[Can the style of your Pujiang cultivation world be more normal? ? ? Last time you told me there was an amazing weapon refining competition to watch, you tricked me into watching a flashlight, and this time you said the host flew with a sword, what happened? ? ? ? ? ]
[No problem, it's flying on a sword! ]
[By the way, do you think this sword looks familiar after adding the handlebars?]
[Shit! This is just a scooter! It’s just missing the two wheels at the bottom!]
[Fuck, you who said scooter, I hate you, I can't go back now! ]
[Is it my illusion? The sword has become dim, and there is a sense of despair...]
[I don’t know if Jian has no desire to live, but this Xiuzhen live broadcast enthusiast has no desire to live now... ]
The author has something to say:
New Era, New Cultivation[doge]
Everyone should know what a scooter looks like, right
Well, this is an aerial scooter, which is different from the steering column of an airplane.
Originally, I wanted Chang Yang to make a steering wheel similar to an airplane's steering wheel, but after referring to the principle of an airplane's steering wheel, I felt that this simple, crude and violent steering wheel was more suitable for use on a sword.
(End of this chapter)