There are many ways for cultivators to travel, and the sub-sages and above can ride the wind, thousands of miles in a day, or have the means to break the space.
And as long as they reach the threshold of cultivation, they can also consume their own real energy to increase their speed, or activate magical instruments, or control alien beasts.
It's just that in today's world, after experiencing the 'era of the end of the law', travel instruments are rare, and exotic beasts are even rarer. Because the living conditions of the alien beasts are harsh, they not only need the topographical veins that complement each other, but also the masters they truly recognize.
It is said that His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Continent, one of the Six Asian Sages, raised four Qingyi Luan to pull the emperor's carriage. It consumes 800,000 spar and 60,000 catties of tourmaline and vermilion fruit every year.
There are very few people in the world who can do this.
With the current cultivation of Yin Biyue and the three of them, they can travel thousands of miles a day if they stimulate their true essence to the extreme.
But in Duan Chongxuan's words, "It's a rare trip down the mountain, and there's still plenty of time, so why rush on the way? The big brother's intention is to let us walk more."
Yin Biyue has no objection, because he wants to know more about the world. Even if there are countless classics and narrations in memory, how can there really be a real experience
Seeing him nodding, Luo Mingchuan also nodded.
After leaving the boundary of Cangya Mountain, passing Jincheng and Yangcheng, turning over Longling, taking the fourth official road in the west, all the way to the south, taking a boat out of the west continent, and crossing the floating sea. In the end, in Yecheng in the Southern Continent, they joined the Cangya Mountain team and went to Chongming Mountain to attend the meeting.
This is the route they set. To be precise, Liu bullying decided.
This road will not be smooth and smooth, nor does it need to pass through the extremely dangerous places such as the 'Shiwan Dashan'.
In Jincheng, where there is a lot of traffic, they went to the teahouse to hear about books, and they listened to the hype about folding flowers.
In Yangcheng, he changed his Taoist robes and bought ordinary clothes. The white horse swung the whip down the embankment, like three young sons who have left home for a study tour.
To Yin Biyue's surprise, the chatter and Luo Mingchuan got along well along the way. Because he doesn't like to talk, it is the two who communicate the most.
The etiquette is thoughtful, and the words and smiles are Yanyan, quite a bit like a gentleman's friend.
I don't know if I thought Luo Mingchuan was Duan Chongxuan's best friend, not someone who was deliberately targeted at Xi Huafeng.
Yin Bi thought more and more, this must have been convinced by the aura of the protagonist.
... Until the day before they entered Panlongling, Duan Chongxuan decided to change his clothes.
Yin Biyue was also uncomfortable because her hair color was always being watched. After thinking about it, she added an ink-colored cloak with a hood.
He is very satisfied with his image now, with a hood showing only his thin chin, the gloomy bonus is ten points!
But when Duan Chongxuan came out of the inn, he felt that he was going blind.
This local tyrant suit, which obviously can't be bought in Yangcheng, is brought by the cliff.
He wears a robe with a cross-collar right collar embroidered with flying luan in gold thread, a purple gold bead crown on his head, a white jade gilt dragon pattern belt on his waist, and a cloisonné enamel inlaid coral buckle.
The jeweled person can't keep his eyes open, from a distance he looks like a...
The moving golden man! ! !
If it was said that the previous dress was extravagant, then now it is the dandy boy who made a fortune overnight, the kind of stupid rich man.
Yin Biyue guessed that Duan Hualao might have been stimulated by something.
But he laughed very happily, and he didn't say anything.
When Luo Mingchuan came out, he was stunned for a moment, and he was obviously flickered by this outfit.
Then he coughed lightly and turned his head, "Let's go."
Yin Biyue seemed to see the words 'I can't bear to look directly' on his face.
The shade is thick, covering the sky. The cool wind in the mountains is full of the smell of grass and soil.
The three walked along the rugged and winding path for a long time, speechless all the way. The shadow of the sun gradually slanted westward.
Yin Biyue was thinking, although Panlongling has never heard of any powerful beasts, is there really no problem with this FLAG suit that reflects light ten miles away
Think what comes.
Yin Biyue's consciousness moved slightly and stopped.
Luo Mingchuan also stopped in place.
After five breaths, a rustling voice sounded in the forest, getting closer and closer.
The visitor is not good, the hostility is very heavy, and there is no intention to hide the trace.
With a loud shout, "Stop for Lord!!" More than ten big men jumped out of the jungle.
The leader, Scarface, is eight feet tall, with a heavy axe in his hand, "Where did you get it from? Do you understand the rules! Today, you all have to pass by the gates of your grandfather's houses, whether you have money or spirit stones, leave them all. !"
The minions who followed behind echoed loudly, "Leave your life if you don't!"
A burst of laughter followed.
Starting from the leader of the bandit, Yin Biyue recited the lines silently.
Word for word.
What a familiar scene!
Once upon a time, he used to hold an iron rod in his hand, ah no, it was not his turn to hold an iron rod.
He was following behind the slaughtering boy who was wearing ripped jeans and had long bangs. He heard the leader say, 'Do you want to accompany brother a little girl? 'Stop it! ', was kicked away by the protagonist while the leader shouted 'Brothers on'.
Thinking of this, Yin Biyue felt a little disgusted.
Because this group of people is obviously not very professional, looking at the one at the back, their expressions are not in place! Obviously absent-minded!
Negative Ratings!
Maybe it was because he was with the protagonist and the script was changed. Yin Bi counted to three, but he didn't hear the familiar stop.
But he heard a chuckle beside him.
The one who laughed out loud was a chatter.
No wonder the chatter would laugh. The three of them who were going to participate in the Flower Folding Fair, the first disciple of Cang Ya and the disciple of the Sword Saint, actually... encountered a robbery!
This news spread enough for the entire cultivation world to laugh for a year.
Yin Biyue took a look at the three of them, as if two entourages were accompanying the rich boy on a trip.
This really can't blame the robbery team for being clumsy.
Luo Mingchuan looked calm, neither sullen nor angry, and seemed to be planning to reason.
Before he could speak, Duan Chongxuan shook his fan calmly and said, "Do you know who is standing beside me?"
The robbery team was stunned.
Duan Chongxuan stood upright behind Luo Mingchuan,
"The one next to me is the dignified disciple of Cangya Mountain, the next head of Cangya, Senior Brother Luo Mingchuan!" Then his nostrils turned to the sky, his expression extremely contemptuous, "You still don't kneel down and call your father!"
The squad leader immediately exploded, "Bah! What a great disciple of Cangya, you are still the emperor of Beilu!"
Duan Chongxuan's expression became strange and calm, "No, you are not."
The robbery gang has already rushed up.
But before they were ten steps in front of the three, they flew high and crashed out. The first one was especially badly injured, breaking two big trees before landing.
The invisible barrier of true essence bounced people out.
Luo Mingchuan's figure did not move.
The robbery team slumped on the ground, moaning and vomiting blood. Even if I die, I can't figure out how the years of robbery experience have failed. How can the optimistic fat sheep become iron plate.
The leader of this group has already passed the cutting edge, and it is considered that they have stepped into the threshold of cultivation. Several others are also practicing Qi, but none of them have the potential to go further. Such gangs of bandits in Panlongling are more than enough to deal with caravans or travelers who can't afford escorts. Panlongling lacks spiritual energy, and there are no natural resources and treasures, so cultivators rarely come.
No doubt they were all attracted by the moving golden figures.
It took less than ten seconds for the robbery team to lift their feet and lie down. Luo Mingchuan turned around and said, "Let's go."
The three walked forward through the faint cries of pain and begging for mercy.
In this way, they encountered similar squads every ten miles, and even at dusk, there were still people with torches.
So the above scenario is repeated.
Yin Biyue seemed to understand a little bit about the way of talking.
But if it was just to cause trouble for Luo Mingchuan, this method would be too low-level.
So what does the chatter want to do
Wouldn't it be to eliminate bandits from the mountains and walk the path for the sky
It's clean after dark.
The cold moonlight shone through the dense tree shadows, and the night breeze in the late spring season also added a chill.
The three found a secluded cave, and Duan Chongxuan lit a burning talisman and burned the spider webs and dead branches and weeds. He took out a bead and embedded it on the stone wall in the cave, and a soft halo instantly flowed out.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue were preparing to meditate.
Duan Chongxuan took out another large red sandalwood bed with a shark gauze tent and asked,
"Fourth Senior Brother, I have prepared a bed, do you want to?"
Yin Biyue thought he had gotten used to his quaint style of painting, but still couldn't hold back the slight twitching of the corners of his mouth, "No need."
The chatter made a regretful 'oh' and went to bed.
The shadow of the moon looked westward, and slanted into the cave, interspersed with the brilliance of Zhuozhu.
In the quiet night, there are only insects and the rustling of the wind passing through the mountains and forests.
The cave is not big, Yin Biyue, who is meditating, is only three feet apart from Luo Mingchuan.
In the world of practice, this is a very taboo distance.
If it is a stranger, within three feet means rude.
If it is an enemy, getting close to three feet means danger.
Yin Biyue felt a little uncomfortable.
He didn't know if it was the residual reaction of this body or the precaution in his heart.
After concentrating, the cultivator's five senses are extremely sensitive, and even without deliberately, he can feel the breathing and breathing of the people around him, and even the temperature in the cool night.
This feeling is multiplied by the passage of time and the darkening of the night.
He didn't know whether Luo Mingchuan, who had always been polite, was as uncomfortable as him at this time. Still immersed in breathing meditation, and even getting better, I plan to take out the spiritual stone and start practicing. After all, it is spiritual practice, and there will always be spiritual stones on the body.
On the contrary, Luo Mingchuan was recalling.
He felt that this feeling was very familiar. It was like returning to the night book building of Lanyuan Academy. The cold, arrogant and silent teenager sat in front of the case and read a book. The illusion of tenderness.
And what about yourself
Sometimes he sits at the table next to him, lighting the lamp, and there are thick scrolls on the table.
If you are tired of reading, just look at him.
Even though the boy's eyebrows are still childish, he is still good-looking, and it seems that a few more glances can relieve fatigue. Reading is also very focused, and never noticed his own small movements.
The Yeshulou is connected to the library by an air corridor. Some books are not allowed to be taken out, and they need to be read overnight, so students will come here.
Luo Mingchuan doesn't come often, but it seems that every time he comes, he can always see the young man sitting in the fixed position under the west window.
Sometimes I can't help laughing, "Junior brother, you are still so young, you often stay up all night and will not grow tall."
I thought about this many times in my mind, but never said it.
Because he remembered that the boy seemed to dislike being told that he was young.
The students who came to study at night, tired in the middle of the night, often whispered a few words to the adjacent table, which not only refreshed their minds, but also made friends sometimes.
But he and the teenager sat at the adjacent table countless times without saying a word.
Because the young man never showed a tired look, and he didn't even mean to speak.
He wouldn't take the liberty to interrupt.
Until one time, the young man frowned slightly when he looked at Qing Deng.
The school advocates simplicity, and there is no shark oil copper lamp. When the green lamp is lit for a long time, the wick forks and the light dims.
Luo Mingchuan glanced at it, couldn't help laughing, and asked in a low voice, "This junior brother, did you forget to bring the lamp to cut?"
The boy turned his face sideways, his black and white eyes reflected the warm yellow candlelight, and the cold arrogance of the day faded, "Yes."
Luo Mingchuan stood up to cut the candle for him, leaned over slightly, and his long hair fell. Close enough to see the shadows under the juvenile's eyelashes, the shadows of the two fell on the west window, as if they were fused together.
After a moment, the table top was bright as ever. He also stepped back at a polite distance.
The boy nodded, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, junior and senior." He put down the lamp and scissors and reported his home.
"Luo Mingchuan, Qiongzhou, Donglu."
"Yin Biyue of Ying'an City in the Central Land."
This was the first word they said after a year of admission. It is also one of the few words in the three years of the academy.
In the night book building where light and shadow are intertwined, the thick and old files are silent, and the old and mottled blue lights explode the lights.
Time stopped at that moment.
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Yin Biyue felt that Luo Mingchuan should also be extremely uncomfortable. Because his breath is unsteady.
Fortunately, at the third quarter of Mao Shi, the sky was slightly bright, and Yin Biyue took his sword and walked out of the cave.
The morning wind blew across his face, blowing away the turbulent mood of the night.
Dawn is approaching, and it is a good time to practice swords all day.