He was thin, wearing a turban on his head, and carried a wooden bookcase on his back. He was facing the sea with a determined look on his face.
"It's hard to travel! It's hard to travel! There are many divergent roads. How can we be safe now? There will be strong winds and waves, and there will be times when we can hang up our sails and sail across the sea!"
A tall boatman wearing a turban and a vest passed by. Hearing this, he suddenly laughed loudly behind his back, "Damn it! Why is it so difficult? Poor scholars just like to spit out sour water!"
The boatmen around him burst into laughter.
Only a teenage boatman's apprentice approached him and handed him a glass of water, "Scholar, are you still seasick?"
Lu Zhizhi stood still, looking straight into the distance.
What comes into view is the red glow of the rising sun, flying clouds, hazy green mountains in the distance, and endless green shade on both sides of the bank.
"Nothing." He breathed out softly.
Just as the ship's hull shook violently, Lu Zhizhi immediately turned around and ran towards the ship's rail, pointed at the dark sea water, and vomited.
The young apprentice gave him water and said, "I have seasickness medicine that my mother-in-law gave me before I left. Do you want to take some?"
"Need not."
"You said you are a weak scholar, why are you trying to be strong?" said the young apprentice, "you will feel better if you take some medicine soon. Once you are done, I will wait for you to tell us the anecdotes and legends on land!"
"Thank you." Lu Zhizhi felt really uncomfortable, "Your medicine is really useless to me."
"How stubborn! Oops, I don't have time. Let's go to work first!" The young apprentice thrust the medicine into Lu Zhizhi's hand and hurried to the boatman.
"I have some very useful seasickness medicine, do you want some?"
A light voice different from that of an apprentice sounded behind him.
Lu Zhizhi looked up feebly, and saw a girl in a dark-colored dress. She wore long boots of the same color, a long whip tied around her slender waist, and her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, with only a few strands remaining on her cheeks.
The wind gently caressed her skin, which was as smooth as warm jade, and her phoenix eyes were as bright as clear waves, looking at him with goodwill.
The girl raised her hand and handed him a white ceramic bottle. Her bright wrist was covered with frost and snow, and there was a black jade ring on her slender white finger.
Lu Zhizhi swallowed his words of refusal, cleared his throat and took the white bottle. His originally weak voice suddenly became deep, hoarse and magnetic.
"Xiaosheng, thank you girl."
"It takes a little effort." Tang Ling glanced at him, a little curious, "This is the first time I have seen a monk so seasick."
As long as monks practice to the third level, they can reach the realm of fasting, and all the pain of the mortal body will be weakened. For example, they can not eat mortal food for a long time, sleep for a long time, the progress of aging is slowed down, and ordinary diseases are difficult to invade the body.
.
The same goes for seasickness.
"Have you noticed that I am a first-level monk?" Lu Zhizhi said in surprise.
"Although senior is... a first-level monk, he can also relieve the pain of dizziness and nausea through spiritual power channeling." Tangling paused before saying.
Generally speaking, monks with a higher level of cultivation can use their spiritual consciousness to detect monks of a lower level or the same level as themselves. If the other party has a magic weapon to hide, it depends on whether the magic weapon's skill has any effect on the detector.
It's just that Tang Ling is different.
Although she is currently at the first level of cultivation, her spiritual consciousness has been very powerful since its development. Especially after the emergence of the machine city, this ability seems to have been enhanced a bit, and it is difficult to escape her detection with ordinary concealment methods.
Therefore, no matter what level the opponent is, unless there is a powerful magic weapon to cover it up, they will appear naked in front of Tang Ling.
It was only after Tang Ling was given the medicine that he found out that this scholar-looking monk was actually a late sixth-level powerful monk. Unexpectedly, he deliberately concealed it and suppressed the level in his body to the first level.
Hiding one's strength and pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger is a common thing in the world of cultivation.
But it's not as if he's seasick, Tang Ling doesn't understand.
"They are all of the same level. What do you call senior? Fellow Taoist, I don't know, but Xiaosheng is practicing in the world." Lu Zhizhi winked at Tang Ling and said, "Only by truly becoming a mortal can enlightenment be successful."
The fifth level is a threshold. The spiritual power in a monk's body can be formed into a golden elixir, similar to the little flower bud in Tang Ling's body, which can always provide spiritual power. Only in this way can one truly step into the cultivation of immortality.
The sixth-level broken gold elixir is used to shape the Nascent Soul. Those who have reached this level need to succeed in enlightenment before they can enter the seventh level. Seventh-level practitioners can create clones to practice until the subsequent eighth, ninth, and tenth levels. The difficulty increases in sequence.
First, the threshold is not extremely high, and the more time it takes to practice, the more time it takes.
There are many ways to achieve enlightenment from the sixth level to the seventh level, and practicing in the world is also one.
It turned out that he was entering the world and practicing enlightenment through ordinary life.
This is understandable.
But boss, you are pretending to be a first-level monk now...
The acting is really bad.
Tang Ling was speechless when he suddenly felt the telescope around his waist becoming warm. As soon as he took it out, he heard Yuan Yulang and Nangong Xun arguing.
"We will be approaching the Xianshan Islands soon. It's foggy when we eat outside. Can we see a ghost?"
"No, no, ghosts can't see it, but beauties can."
"You pervert!"
"Thanks for the review."
"Tang Ling." Wei Zhiming's face appeared in the mirror, and his voice struggled to overcome the argument between the two, "Come over to the room to have dinner."
"Who said they were in the room! I have to go outside!" Nangong Xun just yelled, and Wei Zhiming turned around and said, "You can go out with a bowl of rice yourself."
"I don't want it, the food is all here -"
Before he could finish speaking, the mirror surface of the viewing mirror went dark and Wei Zhiming shut it down.
Tang Ling was silent for a moment, when Lu Zhizhi's voice came to his ears.
"Tang Ling of the Ancient Banyan Garden?"
Tang Ling's heart tightened, and she secretly held the long whip around her waist and looked at him warily, "How do fellow Taoists know my identity?"
"Fellow Taoist, don't get me wrong. It's just a battle at Zhenchao Pass. I have long admired my name." Lu Zhizhi said hurriedly, "I am also a disciple who went to participate in the weapon refining competition. Because the competition was cancelled, I was still in the inn that night when the sects fought. I didn't
at the scene."
Tang Ling still didn't let down his guard.
Song Nan asked her to go with Wei Zhiming and Nangong Xun because he was afraid that the monks from the Guiyuan Sect who had a grudge would come to take revenge that night. The place was protected by the King of Hell, so it was relatively safe.
Although the Black King of Hell, who didn't like the sun, stayed in the room on the ship all day long and didn't like to talk to Tang Ling.
This is one of the reasons why Song Nan arranged for them to take the water route instead of letting them fly by air.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I haven't asked my Taoist friend for his name yet," Tang Ling said.
Lu Zhizhi glanced at the water outside the ship's railing, turned back, and gave Tang Ling a fist.
"Lu Hai, a casual cultivator."
Tang Ling: "..." If I had known, I wouldn't have revealed my real name.
Don't make this name too obvious.
But...since you are a big boss, you should not offend easily if you can.
Seeing that he seemed to have no ill intentions, Tang Ling took back his hand on the whip.
"The ship is about to approach the Xianshan Islands. There are rumors that there are sea monsters here. Fellow Daoist Lu, you should take the medicine and go back to your room as soon as possible."
This is also the main reason why many people choose to take a boat ride.
The Fairy Mountain Islands are located between Qingyun Continent and Fengdu Continent, closer to Fengdu. They are almost surrounded by the coast from Qingyun Continent to Fengdu. They are composed of dozens of islands of different sizes. The largest one is a fairy mountain on the sea -
—Xuwu Mountain.
A group of mirages were once imprisoned around the Fairy Mountain to help the fairy world. Mirages are good at creating fog, so they are surrounded by fog all year round, hence the name.
The surrounding sea area is therefore called the Sea of Void Mist, one of the four seas.
The fog created by the ancient monsters spread over a wide range, surrounding the entire coast from Qingyun to Fengdu. It was so powerful that as long as a monk cast a spell and flew into the air, he would be trapped by the fog and find it difficult to cross.
Some even fell into an illusion until they became possessed.
However, if ordinary people sail through waterways, this situation will rarely happen. At most, those who do not know the route will be confused.
In view of this, after discussion among the upper levels of the monks from the six continents, a no-fly order was issued over the sea areas involving the Xianshan Islands.
Therefore, if you want to go from Qingyun Continent to Fengdu, you must take the right path and travel by water, but you must also be careful to avoid the fog, otherwise those with low cultivation levels will easily get trapped in it.
This also facilitated ship navigation between the two continents.
As early as many years ago, in order to earn spiritual stones, an organization of monks who had glimpsed business opportunities relied on their rich sailing experience to set up magic circles on the ships, seek protection from high-level monks, and provide transportation services for monks between the two continents.