"What's the matter... I said tens of thousands of miles, but it's actually more than doubled! The Tang monks in the 100,000-mile family have traveled for ten years. How long do I have to travel... "
At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.
He ran for thousands of miles in a few days. He thought it would be one-tenth of the distance, but when he compared it with the imprint of the jade slip left by Minghe, he found that the position from Wandao Immortal Palace had moved a little bit. Not even a tenth at all.
Minghe only left a rough mark, not a map. The so-called tens of thousands of miles is the straight-line distance between the marks.
Tragically, Qin Yi can't fly.
Self-controlling the wind and soaring into the clouds, that is obviously the basic symbol of the soaring cloud realm, and he is far from even the heart of Qin.
In addition to flying through the clouds and driving the fog, there are also two flying methods that can be used at low levels. One is flying mounts or flying instruments, including Jianxiu’s flying with the sword; the other is special escape methods, such as thunder escape and wind escape. Shadow escape, but there are more stringent conditions of use.
Qin Yi's five-element technique was never learned here. Even if he deliberately learned Huo Dun, it was not something he could use on a daily basis, not to mention the escape technique. Flying magic weapon... Is that Demon Slayer Sword that can only barely make one move
The result of not being able to fly is that if you want to climb over mountains and rivers, how many tens of thousands of miles in a straight line should you actually double
Qin Yi just wanted to cry.
Liusu gloated: "I told you to pretend, and honestly asked Minghe for a flying instrument. She couldn't help but give it to you. As a result, you asked for someone from others, ahahaha..."
Qin Yi glared angrily: "It's not because the dead stick can't fly!"
"What, do you want to fly with a royal stick?"
"… "
"You have this dead stick, you should hide and snicker." Tassel said with contempt, "You idiot who doesn't know anything."
Of course, the dead club mentioned here does not refer to the tassel, but the body of the mace. Qin Yi then said: "Not to mention that I don't know the goods, Minghe Gaomen sect has not seen any special inquiry from her about this stick. I believe that this stick is very powerful, but it is hidden too deeply, right?"
"Returning to the basics, that's it. Let Minghe's master come, maybe he can find something special, let Minghe forget it." Liusu didn't want to say more, but said: "Anyway, if you want to sacrifice this stick, the gap is too outrageous. , can't do it. Even if you can do it, I won't let you do it."
"Eh? What does that mean?"
"In my current state, in a broad sense, there is nothing wrong with this stick's artifact spirit. If I really sacrifice it with your soul, then I will really become your artifact spirit... It's not bad if I don't take you away, you still want to accept it. Me? Wash and sleep."
"Hmm... That means my natal magic weapon can't choose this stick?"
"Let's talk about it when the time comes. If I reshape my body, then this stick can be refined as you like. Before that, you can only smash it as a pure weapon."
"Come on, tell me earlier."
"I said earlier that you wouldn't ask Minghe for a magic weapon. Your self-respecting man, hehe..."
"… "
Liusu said again: "Anyway, your top priority now is to find a flying magic weapon, or grab a flying monster as a mount. Otherwise, if you walk slowly to the Ten Thousand Paths Immortal Palace, I'm afraid you will have a beard..."
Qin Yi misses Ye Ling very much at this moment...
Walking on the streets of the city and watching the crowds of people, Qin Yi was very confused. In this mortal world, where to find flying instruments
Ming He once said that Qin Yi's level was different from ordinary people. As long as he set foot in the world, he would naturally find immortals everywhere.
I hope so.
Just like in a small town, you can meet an electric mouse with a perfect shape, and when mortals see a poor family, they are just fat shopkeepers.
Walking into an inn in the city and looking at the thin shopkeeper inside, Qin Yi suddenly missed it a little, as if he was still fat and cute.
"What do you want, sir?"
"Two catties of wine, and a portion of any signature good dish."
Xiao Er looked at Qin Yi suspiciously, is this delicate appearance edible
Qin Yi auctioned off a piece of silver.
There is no shortage of everything except gold and silver.
Xiao Er immediately nodded and bowed: "The guest officer will be here soon."
"Wait." Qin Yi asked, "Is there any Taoist Buddhist temple near this city, or is there any unique scenery?"
"There are a lot of Buddhist temples in Taoist Temple..." Xiao Er smiled and said, "For example, Pudu Mountain in the east of the city and Hongfa Temple are famous local temples. Even some high-ranking officials of the court were inspired by Buddhism to become monks here."
Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered the game he had played before: "Hey, don't you often see people missing here? Or do you want to become a monk after entering the temple?"
"What's the matter, the guests can really joke." Xiao Er smiled and said: "I went to worship Buddha yesterday, and I didn't see me wanting to become a monk. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. What kind of home?"
Qin Yi nodded indifferently and didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, a table of wine and food was served, and Qin Yi began to sweep away the clouds.
From the second child to the diners next to them, they all stared blankly. Is this handsome young man reincarnated by a starving ghost
God knows he hasn't eaten normally for more than two months...
Cultivation of immortals, cultivation of immortals, that is not the life of people...
I have never thought such an ordinary table of wine and food was so delicious. Speaking of which, the tassel has not eaten for tens of thousands of years, no wonder it was so refreshing when it was absorbed by the soul grass for the first time, it is completely understandable!
When he was gobbling down, he heard the laughter of others: "Yo, the genius of Beijing University has come back to sketch again?"
The drinkers all laughed: "Whose wife did you draw today?"
"Is there any little lady who has taken a fancy to the famous painting of a talented person from Beijing University, and her heart is sprouting with a lot of money, a talented woman, a wedding candle, hahaha..."
Qin Yi was still biting a chicken leg in his mouth, so he couldn't help but turn around to look at it.
But I saw a young man of twenty-six or seven, holding a large roll of painting paper in his left hand, and a basket in his right hand, which contained several brushes and ink paints.
He was wearing a scribe's suit, which was a little dirty, and there were traces of paint accidentally spilled. The appearance is not very handsome, but it can be called handsome, with a quiet temperament, and it should be the appearance of a rich boy. At this time, facing the ridicule of everyone, he didn't say anything, just sat silently on the side and said slowly: "Two steamed buns...a pot of water."
Everyone's laughter grew even louder: "Did you only earn two coins today? Could it be that someone stole a painting from someone's wife and was beaten?"
"How can it be called stealing when it comes to painting and painters?" Master Jing finally retorted.
Qin Yi was stunned when he heard the words, and then overjoyed: "Do you know how Anisi?"
Young Master Jing was stunned: "What is that?"
"Four spellings for fennel bean."
"I don't know, isn't there only one?"
Qin Yi was dull, sighed and said, "Come on, sit with me and invite you to dinner."
Young Master Jing looked at him inexplicably: "I'm not familiar with you."
Qin Yi smiled slightly and pointed at his nose: "Although what I am doing now is very incompatible with my major or even not a style of painting, I am indeed a painter too."