The method used by Lian Gang monks to soar into the clouds and ride on the mist not only makes them fly fast, but more importantly, they fly high.
Wu Jie was standing among the clouds at the moment. Looking down, he saw that the country was picturesque. The fields planted with various crops were colorful squares, while the dotted lakes turned into pieces of blue glass, reflecting
Shining brightly in the afternoon sun.
In the past, when he was flying with his sword, even when he was flying high, he could see pedestrians on the ground coming and going like ants. But at this height, pedestrians were completely invisible, and even the roads were just strips.
Gray and yellow belts spread across the land, connecting towns and villages.
The houses in the village cannot be seen clearly from this height. Only patches of blue and gray can be seen - that is the color of the roofs, and more khaki - that is the ground inside the village. And those on the ground
The city wall, which looks very majestic, is just a small line at this height. If you don't pay attention, you will even ignore it.
Dai Viet is located in the south and has developed agriculture, but it is vast and sparsely populated, and the farmland is not as abundant as the mountains and forests. It is April and May, and the farmland is very green, but the green of the mountains and forests is thicker, and every green is the same.
Large tracts, thick and light, connected together, unlike farmland where ditches and roads separate each other, the pieces are neat and tidy.
He was flying very fast, and the scenery under his feet was changing rapidly. He had just seen a town appearing in front of him, but after just taking a closer look, it had already passed by his feet and quickly disappeared on the horizon behind him.
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For a while, Wu Jie looked at the horizon very carefully, trying to see if he could see the curvature of the earth, and then judge whether this world was a planet. However, he looked carefully for a long time, but he didn't see it.
There is a unique phenomenon on the earth: "first see the high places, and then slowly see the low places". The distant scenery, whether high or low, appears as a whole, but it is blurry at first and then gradually becomes clear.
Wu Jie's three-dimensional geometry had not yet been returned to his middle school teacher far away on Earth, so he knew without any calculation that this scene meant that the earth in this world was really flat!
Well, since there are even gods, it is not unreasonable for the earth to be flat...
Just like this, he was thinking wildly while flying. For the first time in his life, he flew over the 100,000 Mountains, which was like a natural chasm between Chu and Yue. It is said that even birds cannot cross it. He saw Nanping County, which had once provided disaster relief, and saw the connection.
The towering pass between Nanping County and the outside world - although from this height it looks like just a small piece of gray stone.
The road they had walked for a long time now jumped over in an instant, and then the seaside city of Changning emerged from the moisture at the end of the horizon.
He did not stop at Changning City, but continued to move forward. When the sunset gradually approached the horizon, he finally saw Anfeng County.
In the past, every time he went home, he would have to fly for a whole day even if he used all his strength to activate the sword light. But this time he didn't put in much effort and flew from Qingyang Mountain to Anfeng County in just over two hours.
The reputation of the "Flying Immortal" of Lian Gang monks is indeed well-deserved!
Wu Jie created an invisibility method, landed on the ground, found an inconspicuous corner to show his figure, and walked along the bluestone avenue of the county town towards Jishi Hall.
It was dinner time, and smoke was rising from every house. The smell of human fireworks made him feel a little strange, but it was also filled with a comfortable and stable feeling.
Recalling Xiao Xingtian's desperate struggle and looking at the peaceful and peaceful scene in front of him, he felt deeply relieved, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.
"Our hard work, our sacrifices, and all the prices we paid are all worth it!"
Talking to himself, Wu Jie arrived at the door of Jishi Hall.
The door of the drug store was still open, and his apprentice Qiao Feng was sitting in the lobby, diagnosing the pulse of an old man. Because he was so focused, Qiao Feng didn't even notice the return of his master.
"You are not sick, or rather it is not a disease on your body." After a moment, he let go of his hand and said with a smile, "Have you encountered anything unpleasant recently? Why do you keep it in your heart?
If you hold it in, you will get sick even if you are not sick."
The old man sighed and shook his head silently.
"...Well then, I'll give you a prescription to regulate your qi and nourish your body. For someone of your age, there's nothing wrong with taking some medicine like this. It's just a tonic." Qiao Feng did not say so.
Instead of asking, he took out the charcoal pen and white paper from the desk drawer, scribbled down a prescription, and then stood up again to grab the medicine.
As soon as he stood up, he naturally saw Wu Jie, his eyes suddenly widened, and he screamed in surprise.
"Master! You are back!"
Qiao Feng's master is Wu Jie, Marquis of Jishi. Almost everyone knows this - Anfeng County is the fiefdom of Marquis Jishi. Whenever the county magistrate and others encounter major events, they always come to Jishi Hall to seek advice from the old Marquis.
Wu Jie's other identity is even more well-known.
Compared with the human prince, the identity of a living god is much more resounding!
Wu Jie smiled, waved his hand, and a soft breeze lifted the old man who wanted to kneel down. He smiled and told him not to be polite. Then he looked at the prescription written by Qiao Feng, and his smile grew even more.
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"This prescription is very smooth, and the price is very cheap, not bad! Not bad!" Although he was not as tall as Qiao Feng, he patted his apprentice on the shoulder naturally and smiled with satisfaction, "I haven't seen you in the past few years. Not only are you
My skills have improved a lot, and my conduct as a person has improved a lot. With a heart as a doctor, no matter whether I can achieve something or not, my life will not be wasted!"
Qiao Feng lowered his head and smiled honestly.
Wu Jie no longer hindered his treatment, said hello, and walked towards the back hall. Passing through the courtyard and cloister, there was a small but exquisite and elegant house.
This is the real ruling center of Anfeng County, Jishihou Mansion.
When Wu Jie arrived, old Doctor Wu was flipping through a medical book with fresh ink. When he saw his son coming back, he was overjoyed and his laughter could be heard across several yards.
That night, three generations of grandparents gathered together to share family happiness.
Wu Jie's eldest nephew Wu Chizheng is fifteen years old and is currently studying in the county government and will not be able to come back for a while. His second nephew Wu Shouhe and niece Wu Duanrong are still at home. They are very concerned about this immortal uncle who goes out all year round and rarely comes home.
They were all curious. Shouhe was older and more stable; Duanrong, who was only eight years old, couldn't help but grab Wu Jie's sleeve and asked him to perform a magic trick.
Wu Jie smiled, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and threw them into the yard.
The two chopsticks quickly grew in size in the air, stretched out their limbs, and when they landed on the ground, they had turned into two young men in green clothes. One was playing the sanxian, the other was playing the huqin, and the music was quite satisfactory.
This wonderful magical skill immediately attracted everyone's attention. When the song was played, the two boys turned into chopsticks and returned to the table. Duanrong and Shouhe impatiently took a chopstick each.
I looked over and over again, trying to see how such a small chopstick turned into a big living person.
"Hey, Ajie, you have never used this magic before. Why are you interested this time?" Wu Cheng, who already had a long beard and looked like a stable middle-aged man, asked curiously.
"Immortals also have various realms. I have never been able to use this kind of spell before."
"Oh? So, Ajie, you are a very powerful god now?"
"Learning is endless, and so is the path to immortality. It can only be said that I am more powerful than before, but to say that I am a very powerful immortal is not enough."
"Okay, okay, it's rare for Ajie to come home, so don't talk about these boring things!" Mrs. Wu interrupted the brothers' chat, and asked with some expectation and worry, "Ajie, you are so stupid
How long can you stay here after your trip?"
Wu Jie looked at his mother's eyes, then at his father and brother who had stopped using their chopsticks, and smiled.
"My child has asked for a long leave from the Immortal Sect. When he comes back, he will be a filial companion in front of his two elders!"
