After Qin Lang realized that these monks were coming to check on him, instead of being afraid, he was actually looking forward to it.
You've been flying for so long and your hands are a little itchy?
It's just that these monks looked at him, but they never took action against him. They stopped and walked along the way, and he slowly entered the range of the Northern Xinjiang Galaxy. These monks were so patient and frightening that they just followed him like this.
"Weird and weird." Qin Lang shook his head and said to the Black-winged Pegasus: "I have lived a lifetime and have seen all kinds of strange things. This is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing like today. Have you ever encountered such a thing before?
Robber?"
The Black-Winged Pegasus let out a long sigh, as if to say: I was a robber before.
There are no other monks around Qin Lang. If something happens, he can only complain to the Black Winged Pegasus for a few words, so as not to be so boring. He doesn't really expect it to respond.
On this day, he entered the Northern Xinjiang Galaxy and found another monk who came to spy. This time, Qin Lang simply slapped the black-winged Pegasus and chased after him.
The spying monk saw him coming up and hurriedly wanted to escape, but how could he be faster than the Black-Winged Pegasus? After a few ups and downs, the Black-Winged Pegasus caught up with him, and the monk's stream of light and the Black-Winged Pegasus' black shadow kept pace.
Qin Lang turned to look at the monk who was driving the streamer, and said with a smile through the sound of his mind: "Brother, what's going on with you? If you want to take action, hurry up. Why have you been hanging around here for so long without seeing you take action? Now you guys
These robbers are so polite, they don’t start robbing until the person being robbed takes action first?”
The monk did not dare to respond, so Qin Lang kept following him until his true energy was almost exhausted, and then he finally slowed down.
Qin Lang smiled again and said: "How? I'm ready, haven't you warmed up yet?"
The monk knew that he was no match for Qin Lang. He took a deep breath and suddenly took out a sharp knife in his hand and stabbed the black-winged Pegasus under Qin Lang's crotch.
Qin Lang stretched out his hand and flicked the sharp knife in two pieces. The black-winged Pegasus was furious and snorted. Electric light emerged from its body and struck the monk directly, sending him flying away.
sound.
"Huh?" Qin Lang exclaimed in surprise and signaled the Black-winged Pegasus to fly to the monk, but the monk was already dead. Qin Lang did not kill him, and the Black-winged Pegasus' lightning did not have the power to kill with one blow.
The monk shouldn't be killed so easily.
Qin Lang turned over his body and saw a short blade stuck in his chest. It turned out that he committed suicide the moment he flew out.
"He is still a martyr." Qin Lang sighed.
This monk was probably afraid that after Qin Lang caught him, he would force him to question him about the organization behind him, so he committed suicide directly, cutting off Qin Lang's idea of extracting a confession.
Being able to commit suicide so decisively shows that he is a dead man, and the tight organization behind him is far beyond Qin Lang's expectation. It is definitely not an ordinary starry sky thieves group.
Ever since the monk who spied on Qin Lang was forced to commit suicide by Qin Lang, there has never been a monk who spied on him like this.
However, Qin Lang could vaguely sense some obscure spiritual thoughts, which still fell on him and kept an eye on his whereabouts. It was obvious that his gaze had just changed from an open gaze to a covert gaze.
Qin Lang asked himself that he didn't have anything valuable on his body, but he felt very strange about these monks staring at him.
As for the monks from the Immortal Family who wanted to take revenge on him, it happened that they hadn't been seen coming to take action for so long.
The more Qin Lang thought about it, the more confused he became. Fortunately, he had reached the Northern Xinjiang Galaxy and more than half of the matter had been completed. If he found the Beifeng City, his mission would be complete.
The star map Qin Lang brought did not record the location of every city in the Northern Xinjiang system in detail. However, this was not the first time Qin Lang was looking for a city. He still found a random planet to land on and spent some spiritual stones at the Chamber of Commerce.
I asked about the location of Beifeng City, which is not too far away from here.
Beifeng City is a rather prosperous small town. Because it is a town of cultivating immortals, the civilization of cultivating immortals here is relatively developed, but the technological civilization is also very backward, and it seems that it is still in the ancient times on the earth.
Of course, these are not the objects of Qin Lang's concern.
He rode the Black-Winged Pegasus and walked on the main road of Beifeng City. The only thing he was thinking about was the content of the letter.
"If you take this box intact to Beifeng City in the northern Xinjiang galaxy for me, I will get hundreds of precious medicines."
That's what the letter said. Now that he has brought the box to Beifeng City, the journey has been extremely smooth. Apart from the following and prying by the monks, there have been no disputes at all.
The credibility does not say who will give the box to Beifeng City after it arrives, nor does it say which monk will get his reward, the hundred precious medicines.
"We can only stay here first." Qin Lang swept out his mind and found an inn. He was not too picky and rode directly there.
There is only one shopkeeper and one waiter in the inn, and no one else.
There were not many rooms, but there were still some available. Qin Lang paid a month's room fee to check in, and told his Black Winged Pegasus to treat him well.
"Okay!" The waiter agreed enthusiastically.
The waiter in this shop seems to be only about 20 years old, but he is also a monk, and his real age should be more than 20. The shopkeeper has been calculating the accounts and has not even glanced at Qin Lang.
"By the way." Qin Lang asked the waiter: "Do you know who has the most precious medicines in Beifeng City? There are hundreds of them."
The waiter in the shop was startled and said in a funny tone: "Precious medicine is something that you can only come across but cannot find. Which family can have the precious medicine of Baishu? Is the customer joking?"
Qin Lang reluctantly waved him away.
For ordinary monks, precious medicines are indeed extremely precious. The waiter in the shop does not agree with which sect. It is normal for aristocratic families to have these precious medicines. After all, unlike the highest palace in the galaxy where he controlled the alchemy before, all the precious medicines can be easily obtained.
and refining.
The waiter walked to the door of the room, turned around and asked: "Sir, I see that although you are a monk who has already reached the age of fasting, the wine we brew here is still good. Do you want to try it?"
Qin Lang said: "Just take it, the money will be calculated later."
He was also a little upset, so it would be nice to have a few glasses of wine.
The waiter brought a pot of wine and some snacks. Since monks who have reached Qinlang's level can abstain from food, there is no need to prepare anything that can satisfy you. You just need to prepare some snacks to taste.
After a few glasses of wine, Qin Lang took out the box from the storage space and looked at it with a frown.
The letter told him not to open the box to check the contents along the way, and he kept his promise and never opened it. At this time, the owner of the box could not be found, and he had arrived at Beifeng City and was no longer on the road. Qin Lang then pondered.
Do you want to open it and take a look?
But when I saw the pattern on the box again, I suddenly felt a little familiar, as if I had seen a related pattern somewhere.
"What will be inside..." Qin Lang reached out and touched the outside of the box, feeling the restrictions set outside the box.
In front of a restraining master like Qin Lang, this small closed restraint is naturally not a great restraint, and he can easily unlock it.
"It can't be that there are hundreds of precious medicines in it, right? Then I've been fooled?" Qin Lang guessed amusingly.
However, he didn't open it after all. He just looked at the box and slowly drank the bottle of wine. He felt that the wine tasted good.
It was slowly getting dark. Qin Lang wanted to practice at this time, but there was no use in practicing. The Yuanying acupoints could not be opened, and his realm was always stagnant. He simply climbed into bed. He had not slept for an unknown period of time, but he forced himself to close his eyes and thought.
I want to try to see if I can get the feeling of sleeping again.
However, spiritual thoughts are always scattered involuntarily. If the thoughts are gathered together and restrained, there will be no drowsiness.
After a few hours of this, he sensed a breath, slowly walking from the corridor outside, to his room, and pushed the door open without hesitation.
Qin Lang did not lock the door, and even the box was placed on the table openly.
This aura did not belong to the waiter, the shopkeeper, or any of the monks he had seen on the road. (To be continued)