Chapter 523 The boundless journey, all living beings
After listening to Dengyan Juling's words, Dengyange was stunned in place for a long time. The previous joy brought by the holy beast was completely gone.
After a while, Deng Yange sighed, his energy and energy dropped a lot, he nodded,
"I know and understand. As long as the gods are willing to take us home, then we can just listen to them and don't think so much."
Dengyan Juling didn't know why her grandfather suddenly changed his mood so much. She just found out about interesting things and little secrets, so she anxiously shared them with the people closest to her and whom she trusted.
But this girl with a strong desire to share did not know that she had already become a third-level spy, and everything she did was arranged by Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu to achieve the best results.
In the evening of that day, the people from the Yanko tribe had already arrived. They camped outside the Dengyan tribe. Yan Kejun personally came to pay homage to Wan Lei.
The next day, early in the morning, all the people from the two tribes broke out of camp and packed up their things. They loaded several large carts with tents, food, weapons and other supplies.
There are storage bags in this world, but they are very few in number. Generally, only the monks from the southern dynasty can have them. There are very few that fall into the hands of the beast control tribe, and they are all used to hold extremely precious things.
How could it possibly be used to store supplies like tents?
Looking at the busy crowd, Wan Lei suddenly felt an unreal feeling in his heart, feeling that he had become a mortal again.
"God."
Just when Wan Lei was lost in thought, a crisp voice came from behind.
He and Fang Xiaoyu looked back and saw a man holding an unknown object made of hay.
Because there were so many things and they were piled high, they could only see the girl's hair tied up high, but not her face.
"What's wrong Ju Ling?"
"These are the bamboo hats and coir raincoats I made overnight last night. They can be used to keep out the rain."
The girl's voice was filled with pride, and she was hinting to the other party in a provocative tone, "Praise me now."
"We don't need this thing, thank you for your kindness."
Wan Lei smiled, feeling warm in his heart.
"Thank you, we want it."
Fang Xiaoyu smiled, took off the bamboo hat, put one on his head, then picked up another one and put it on Wan Lei's head.
Then, she picked up the coir raincoat, carefully put it on Wan Lei and tied it with a rope.
"Why do we need this?" Wan Lei looked at himself and couldn't laugh or cry.
"Have you not noticed that with the coming of the Purple Rain, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has become increasingly thinner? This Purple Rain extinguishes all life and can even swallow up the spiritual energy.
Soon there will be no spiritual energy between heaven and earth. If you don’t want your body to be corroded by the purple rain and you don’t want to waste your spiritual energy to resist it, just wear it.”
"Oh, my wife is so considerate."
Wan Lei smiled and pinched Fang Xiaoyu's beautiful smooth face.
"Bah, it's Ju Ling's thoughtfulness. It's none of my business."
Hearing the praise from the gods, a proud and innocent smile appeared on Ju Ling's little face, and she burst into joy.
Then, Dengyan Juling personally helped Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu tie their raincoats, and then jumped up and down to find Jiahui who was packing things.
"I asked you why you are always wearing a hat and raincoat. It turns out you are afraid of the purple rain."
Han Xiaoyu reached out and knocked the bamboo hat on Han Xiaofeng's head, then jumped to the stern of the boat with a fishing rod in his hand.
"I'm afraid of Purple Rain? Purple Rain also belongs to the water element, and I am the water element itself in the positive plane. Why am I afraid of myself?"
"Then why do you keep wearing a hat?"
"This is called artistic conception. You know nothing about it. Don't you think this is a kind of artistic conception of fishing alone in the snow in the cold river?"
"Bah, you're the only one who's good at Chinese and Literature? Why are you showing off? I'm also a top student. I scored 700 points in the college entrance examination."
"I'm better than you, seven hundred and two points."
A proud smile appeared on Han Xiaofeng's lips.
"Hmph, I... I have high qualifications, I am at a heaven-defying level."
After saying this, Han Xiaoyu regretted it. Damn it, I gave this guy another chance to show off.
"What a coincidence, I happen to be the only origin-level qualified monk in the entire positive plane."
"You just have to compete with me, don't you?"
Han Xiaoyu angrily threw the fishing rod at Han Xiaofeng.
"But I'm not as strong as you at all."
"Which point? Not as good-looking as me?"
"I'm not as good a husband as you."
"Narcissist, you are looking for a beating!"
"What are you doing with a fishing pole?"
"Fishing, don't you want to fish in the cold river snow alone? It won't be long before this place turns into the sea."
"But... this is the Purple Sea. It's extinct and even the monks can't survive. How do you expect there to be any fish?"
"I follow my words, and if there are fish, there will be fish."
"Then why don't you just say what you say and let the fish bite the hook?"
"yes."
“Wouldn’t it be enough to just turn the fish into braised fish?”
"Well, it is already a mature fish, and it's time to learn to make its own dishes."
"..."
The purple rain fell harder. Before, the raindrops were falling drop by drop, but now the raindrops have connected into a line, making a crackling sound when hitting the bamboo hat.
All the ministries have been packed up, lined up, and headed south.
Deng Yange and Yan Yanjun looked at Jiahui standing guard next to Wan Lei with a serious look on his face, and both felt helpless.
They all hate "dry dogs" very much. They thought they could get rid of them by taking this opportunity, but they didn't expect that they would directly climb up to the gods, fly up the branches and turn into phoenixes.
The team marched for three days.
"God."
The two leaders came to Wan Lei.
"Well, something's wrong?"
Wan Lei glanced at them helplessly.
He also walked on the ground. Although flying would be faster, these two tribes... no, they are one tribe now. Most people can't fly, and he can't fly with thousands of people at the same time.
Just maintaining the stability of flight is a big problem. When the enemy makes a sneak attack at random, his cultivation will be unstable, and most of them will fall to their death.
In desperation, he had no choice but to walk. Walking could save more spiritual energy and lightning power.
What makes him even more helpless is that these people are obviously beast masters. In other worlds, they would be called nomads. Can't you just ride on monsters and drive on your way?
But these people are all stubborn and regard monsters as holy beasts, closer than their own relatives, and refuse to ride on holy beasts no matter what.
Would you like to ride on your loved ones?
Only some of the lowest level monsters are used to carry supplies and pull carts, allowing some old, weak, women and children who are inconvenient to move to sit on them.
"Fifty miles ahead is the territory of the Ulliang tribe. It is a large indigenous tribe. The one they fought with was also a large Great Wall tribe. We bypassed this tribe to attack the Dengyan tribe..."