Once he was far away, Ding Xie directly released his mid-grade spiritual boat.
Said to be a spirit boat, it is actually a tool focused on flying.
The whole thing looks like a small boat, with formations engraved all over its body and driven by spiritual stones.
The speed is two minutes faster than that of a foundation-building monk flying with a sword, and it is better because it does not require mana.
Although Tushanjun didn't want to come out, Ding Xie had already injected his magic power into the soul flag and invited Tushanjun to live in the flag.
"Brother Tushan, always staying in the soul flag is like being shackled. If your spirit is stretched too long, it will make people irritable."
"You and I are equal, there is no need to be like this."
"Besides, it's a long way to Yangcheng. It just so happens that you and I are company, so you won't be lonely on the way."
Forget Ding Xie's talkative nature, it seemed like the person who invited him was sure.
Moreover, people can talk and speak kindly, so not only do I not feel uncomfortable, but I feel like a spring breeze.
Tu Shanjun stopped being pretentious. If he kept hiding in the soul flag, it would make people feel that he was narrow-minded.
He simply stepped out of the soul flag and appeared in the spirit boat.
Wearing a black robe to cover his body, he used magic power to condense a mask and put it on his face.
The long fangs are folded into the mouth.
Wear a hood to hide your red hair and the horns on top of your head.
"How long does it take to arrive?"
"It will take more than two months."
Hearing Ding Xie's answer, Tu Shanjun was stunned for a moment.
He thought it would take a long time, but he didn't expect it to be this long.
It takes two months for a foundation-building monk to soar through the clouds. How long should it take for a Qi-training monk?
"It's actually not that far, but Xiaolingzhou is relatively remote and there are no large-scale transportation facilities."
"transportation?"
"That's right, it comes from the meaning of "traffic".
Tushanjun didn't say anything. Some terms are indeed ambiguous.
Sometimes Ding Xie would change the flying direction of the spirit boat.
Although they say they are companions, in fact Ding Xie spends most of his time practicing hard and does not play with Tu Shanjun.
Tushanjun also meets the standards of an ascetic monk, but he has to study more subjects.
Time flies.
The two traveled in the same boat for two months.
The number of people on the ground gradually increased.
In the cities and towns, mortals are as densely packed as ants.
Even the soaring monks met several of them.
The sword flew and turned into escaping light and quickly left.
Without the careful discernment of the spiritual officer's eyes, you can see the monks with spiritual light walking on the ground.
I have seen more monks in the past two days than I have in the past ten years.
Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with light.
Xiaolingzhou is really too small. The outside world is wider and there are more monks.
In Xiaolingzhou, even Qi practitioners are legends, and there is not even one in the city. In the outside world, Qi practitioners have become commonplace.
Tu Shanjun looked like Grandma Liu who had never seen the market before, her eyes widened.
Fortunately, as a time traveler, I was used to seeing the strangeness of fantasy worlds on the Internet, so I didn't show all my surprise on my face.
Overlapping mountains, surrounded by breeze, and billowing clouds.
In the endless sky are monks flying with swords, dragging their long tails.
At this time, Tushanjun suddenly realized that he had really left Xiaolingzhou.
Ding Xie, who woke up from the ascetic practice, first performed a cleansing technique on himself, using a pinching technique to create a handful of water to cleanse his face.
Seemingly seeing the surprise in Tu Shanjun's eyes, Ding Xie said: "Xiaohuangyu, Jinzhou."
"Your little Lingzhou belongs to Jinzhou."
"The entire Jinzhou includes about a dozen places similar to Xiaolingzhou. Some places are sects and some are families."
"But your place is really poor."
"The Blood Spirit Palace was quite good when it was alive. Later, Xiaolingzhou's second-level spiritual veins shattered and disappeared, and no one went there anymore."
"There are only two or three big cats and kittens left."
Ding Xie's narration was very bland, as if he had seen this kind of thing before.
Tu Shanjun feels like he is still a country bumpkin.
When I was in Liangdu, I didn't know about the spiritual world. After finally completing the foundation building, I realized that the place I lived in was only as big as a pond.
Fortunately, he accepts new things quickly, and Tu Shanjun had already made preparations to leave Xiaolingzhou, so he didn't have too many feelings.
After cleaning, Ding Xie removed the formation on the spirit boat, letting the wind blow by his face, with a little excitement in his eyes.
After being away from home for so long, he was finally able to go home.
Returning home without wealth is like walking at night in brocade clothes, not to mention that returning home this time is not just to show off, he is not so superficial.
"Let's go to Yangcheng first."
Ding Xie is a wonderful man, he looks carefree and talkative, but in fact he has a delicate mind.
Tu Shanjun didn't say anything about going to Yangcheng for business, but because he mentioned it twice more, Ding Xie remembered it.
The vast sea of clouds, the escaping light twinkling.
A few days later, the two finally arrived in Yangcheng.
The strange and dangerous mountains tower into the clouds, and there is a large city in the depression of the mountains, built on the peaks.
It is said to be a depression, but compared to other small peaks, it is also a high platform.
Dotted with buildings can be seen surrounded by clouds and mist.
There are monks flying among them.
The road spread out on the ground is full of caravans on their way.
To Tushanjun, it looked like a huge beehive standing on the ground.
The city and the mountain are connected, I am among you, and you are among me.
The huge spirit-gathering array was moving slowly, and the monks were gathered inside it.
Ding Xie piloted the spirit boat and landed on the ground: "You can't fly at will since you want to enter the city. There is a large air-forbidden formation in Yang City. If you violate it, you will be captured by the garrison monks."
"Of course, their cultivation levels are not high, but no one dares to resist."
"There is a real Jindan sitting in Yangcheng."
"It's still the terrifying late stage of Jindan."
"The name is: Master Yuyan."
"No one wants to try whether Master Jin Dan's flying sword is sharp." Ding Xie's tone was filled with envy.
Jindan Zhenren, once you step into it, your life span will be increased by three to four hundred years.
Counting the two hundred years of foundation building, you can live five hundred years.
Of course, this is the most extreme algorithm.
Generally, those who practice Qi can live to be over a hundred years old, and most of them can live to be one hundred and twenty-three years old.
The increased lifespan of a foundation-building monk is basically around one hundred and fifty-six years.
The increase in lifespan varies from person to person.
But if you live for six to seven hundred years, you should have seen all the vicissitudes of life.
As for Yuanying, Ding Xie didn't dare to think about it.
All the Nascent Souls in the entire Little Wilderness Territory can be counted with one hand, and such great seniors are already legends.
"Not Nascent Soul?"
"Brother Tushan, Nascent Soul is an immortal to our foundation-building monks!"
"Wanfa Sect monitors the world, but there are no immortals?"
"We are just the Wanfa Sect in the small wilderness."
When it comes to Wanfa Sect, Ding Xie did not display his talkative character and said very little, as if he could not say many things.
"Come on, Brother Tushan, let's go into the city."
Just as Tu Shanjun was about to return to the Soul Banner, Ding Xie waved his hand and said, "Walking around?"
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
He also really wanted to visit the big city where the monks settled.
It's just that when he walks outside, he uses Ding Xie's magic power. In any case, he has to seek permission from others.
Ding Xie was able to retain him just right, which actually ruined Tu Shanjun's face.
The large number of low-rise houses built in the big city are scattered and disorderly, and many roads are occupied by these self-built small houses.
Originally Yangcheng was already very big, but now it looks at least twice as bloated.
Not only in front of the city, but also on the mountains in the distance, you can see many self-built huts.
There was no serious plan, it was just crowded and piled up.
Humid and cramped.
The smoke from cooking fires lingered.
And the people living there are actually Qi practitioners.
Men, women, old and young, everyone is there.
Tushanjun saw several groups of children picking up garbage.
Feces and urine polluted the surrounding roads and land, and the fishy smell spread for miles.
It is true that there are clear regulations stating that monks cannot interfere with the secular world, but there is still no problem in returning to the secular world to enjoy blessings.
Why don't they leave?
To put it bluntly, I still don’t want to give up.
Yangcheng has sufficient spiritual energy, and there are real people in the late Jindan stage sitting in charge, making it safe and easy to practice.
Even in these shacks built outside, the spiritual energy they possess is several times or even ten times that of the ordinary world, and their cultivation speed is far faster than that of the ordinary world.
While saving time, you can also use the remaining time to earn spiritual stones and build up your family business.
They can't walk. As soon as they move with their front legs, someone will take their place with their back legs.
Tu Shanjun looked complicated.
This immortal cultivator is not free and easy at all, nor is it as beautiful as imagined.
Looking at such a scene, I couldn't help but clench my hands.
Is my benefactor’s family still okay?
Without the support of the family, one can imagine what the outcome would be.
Tu Shanjun felt a little more worried and uneasy, as well as an imperceptible impatience.
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"Whose name is it? Why are you entering the city? How long will you stay?"
"You need to pay three low-grade spiritual stones to enter the city."
"This voucher can be guaranteed for one month. After one month, you need to pay the spirit stone again."
"If you pay annually, it will be thirty spiritual stones in one year and two hundred and ninety spiritual stones in ten years."
There are two gatekeepers at the city gate. One of them is an old man who is at the ninth level of qi training.
Register one by one, and then distribute tokens of different styles.
Ding Xie and Tu Shanjun didn't need to line up at all. The monks in front quickly got out of the way when they realized they were the great foundation-building monks.
The great foundation-building monk is already the mainstay of the Little Wilderness Territory.
Qi practitioners dare not offend, and they cannot afford to offend.
"Two seniors, this is your token, please keep it."
The doorman hurriedly put on a smile and carefully and respectfully handed the jade-colored token to Ding Xie's hand.
When the two left, Tu Shanjun asked: "Does the foundation-building monk need no entry fee?"
"Yangcheng hopes that the foundation-building monks will settle here, so how can they collect city fees?"
"Compared to the succession of qi practitioners, the foundation-building cultivators are already among the best."
Although there is some suspicion of boasting, it is the fact.
The Tianling Root is not even 100% sure of building the foundation. A slight change in the Dao Heart, damage to the origin, or problems with the Qi Sea of the Kung Fu, etc., will all affect the foundation building.
It is true to say that the Foundation Establishment monks are like dragons and phoenixes among men.
I originally thought everyone would be treated equally, but it turns out that having a high level of cultivation also has benefits. The level of cultivation itself is a special resource.
The Qi Practitioner pays not only for this third-level high-grade spiritual vein in the ground, but also because after paying the money, he is protected by Master Yuyan.
By spending three spirit stones, you can sell your own things in the city, or do some work to make money.
Even if you don't do anything, practicing in the city for a month with three spiritual stones is enough.
If you can't afford the fee to enter the city, you can hunt monsters and ghosts, dig mines, collect herbs, and collect enough spiritual stones before entering the city.
This chapter has been completed!