"That's a big deal... I'll say that there are tens of thousands of miles, but it's actually a few times more! Tang Monk has been away for ten years for ten years. How long will I go..."

At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.

He ran thousands of miles in a few days, thinking that it would be one tenth of his journey, but compared with the jade slip mark left by Minghe, he found that he had moved a little bit from the Wandao Immortal Palace, less than one tenth of his journey.

Minghe only left a rough mark at the beginning, instead of drawing a map. The so-called tens of thousands of miles is the straight line distance between the marks.

Tragically, Qin Yi will not fly.

He is far from the fact that he controls the wind and clouds, which is obviously the basic symbol of the Tengyun Realm.

In addition to flying clouds and fog, there are two other methods of flying that can be used at low levels. One is flying mounts or flying magic weapons, including sword cultivators' sword-flying; the other is special escape methods, such as thunder escape and wind escape, etc. For example, when Qingxu could escape from earth, the women of the Wanxiang Senluo Sect would also escape from shadows, but there are more stringent conditions for use.

Qin Yi didn't learn the Five Elements Skills here at all. Even if he specially learned Fire Escape, it was not something that could be used in daily life. Don't mention the escape method. Flying magic weapon... Does the Demon-killing Sword that can only barely make a move count?

The result of not being able to fly is that you have to cross mountains and cross rivers. How many times should you actually increase the distance of tens of thousands of miles in a straight line?

Qin Yi wanted to cry.

Liusu gloated: "I told you to pretend, and I honestly ask Minghe for a flying magic weapon. She can't help but give it to you. As a result, you asked someone else's person, hahaha..."

Qin Yi glared at him: "It's because the stick cannot fly!"

"What, do you want to fly on the stick?"

“…”

"If you have this dead stick, you should hide and laugh." Liusu said contemptuously: "A idiot who doesn't know the goods."

Of course, the dead stick mentioned here does not refer to tassels, but the body of the mace. Qin Yi said, "Don't say that I don't know anything, Minghe Gaomen Sect, I haven't seen her have any special inquiries about this stick. I believe that this stick is very powerful, but it's too deep, right?"

"It's like this. If Minghe's master comes, you might be able to discover some special things. Just forget about Minghe." Liusu didn't want to say much, but just said, "Anyway, if you want to sacrifice this stick, the gap is too ridiculous and you can't do it. Even if you can do it, I won't let you do it."

"Uh? What does this mean?"

"I am in my state, broadly speaking, it is no problem with the spirit of this stick. If I really sacrifice my soul with you, then I will become your spirit... It would be great if I don't take your possession. Do you still want to accept me? Take a shower and go to bed."

"Well...that is to say, my natal magic weapon cannot choose this stick?"

"Let me talk about it then. If I reshape my body, then you can do this stick any way you can. Before that, you can only use it as a pure weapon to smash it."

"Damn, let me say it earlier."

"You said you wouldn't ask Minghe for magic weapons. Your man who is desperate for face is self-esteem, haha..."

“…”

Liusu said again: "Anyway, your top priority is to seek a flying magic weapon, or catch a monster that can only fly as a mount. Otherwise, if you really wait for you to slowly walk to the Wandao Immortal Palace, you may have a beard..."

Qin Yi misses Ye Ling very much at this moment...

Walking on the streets in the city and looking at the bustling crowds, Qin Yi was very confused. Where can I find flying magic weapons in this mortal world?

Minghe once said that Qin Yi's level has long been different from that of ordinary people. As long as he set foot in the world, he will naturally find that there are immortals everywhere.

Hope this is true.

Just like you can meet electric mice with perfect shapes in a small town, and mortals are just fat shopkeepers when they see poor families.

When he walked into an inn in the city and looked at the thin shopkeeper inside, Qin Yi suddenly missed him a little, as if he was still fat and cute.

"What do you want to order?"

"Give two kilograms of wine, and you can get any signature and good dish."

The waiter looked at Qin Yi in confusion. Can this handsome appearance be eaten?

Qin Yi bought a silver ingot.

If you lack anything, you really have no shortage of gold and silver.

The waiter immediately nodded and bowed: "Cheer officer will come soon."

"Wait." Qin Yi asked: "What Taoist temples are there near this city, or what are the special scenery?"

"There are many Taoist temples..." The waiter smiled and said, "For example, Pudu Mountain in the east of the city, Hongfa Temple is a famous local temple. Even some officials of the court were inspired by Buddhism to become monks here."

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment and remembered the game he had played: "Hey, aren't people often missing here? Or do you want to become a monk after entering the temple?"

"Where did the things come from? The guests can really make jokes." The waiter smiled and said, "I went to worship Buddha yesterday, but I didn't see me want to become a monk. I have an eighty mother and a three-year-old child at the same time. What family did I have?"

Qin Yisouran nodded tastelessly and didn't ask anything more.

Not long after, a table of wine and food was served, and Qin Yifeng began to sweep away the clouds.

From the second half to the diners next to them, they were stunned. Is this beautiful and beautiful boy reincarnated as a starving ghost?

God knows that he hasn't eaten normally for more than two months...

Cultivating immortals is not a life that humans live...

I have never thought that such an ordinary table of wine and food was so delicious. By the way, Liusu hasn't eaten for tens of thousands of years. No wonder it was so refreshing when it first took the soul-wing grass for it to absorb it. It's completely understandable!

While eating voraciously, I heard laughter from others: "Oh, is the talented man from Kyoto back from sketching?"

The drinkers burst into laughter: "Whose wife was painted again today?"

"Is there anyone whose young lady has fallen in love with the famous paintings of the talented man in Beijing? She is so cute that she spends a lot of money and a talented man and a beautiful woman in the bridal chamber. Hahaha..."

Qin Yi was still biting the chicken leg in his mouth, and he couldn't help but turn around to look after hearing this.

But I saw a young man in his 26 or 7 holding a large roll of painting paper in his left hand and a basket in his right hand, with several kinds of brushes and ink paints inside.

He was dressed in a scholar's outfit, a little dirty and broken, and there were traces of accidentally sprinkled paint. He was not very handsome, but he could be called handsome and had a quiet temperament. He should be a rich young man. At this time, he didn't show any expression in the face of the ridicule of everyone, but just sat aside silently and said slowly: "Two steamed buns...a pot of water."

Everyone laughed even louder: "Did you only earn two coins today? Could it be that someone's wife was beaten by someone?"

"How can the painting, the painter's business be called stealing?" Mr. Jing finally retorted.

Qin Yi was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed: "Do you know how Huisi?"

The young master Jing was stunned: "What is that?"

“Four ways to write fennel beans.”

"I don't know, isn't there only one kind of thing?"

Qin Yi was bored and sighed, "Come on, sit here and treat you to dinner."

Prince Jing looked at him for no reason: "I'm not familiar with you."
Chapter completed!