"What the hell... I said it's tens of thousands of miles, but it actually has to be doubled! Even Tang Monk who has traveled a hundred thousand miles has been away for ten years, how long will I have to go..."
At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.
He ran thousands of miles in a few days. He thought he would have reached one-tenth of the distance. However, after comparing it with the mark on the jade slip left by Ming He, he found that the distance from Wandao Immortal Palace had moved a little.
Not even one-tenth.
Minghe originally just left a rough mark instead of drawing a map. The so-called tens of thousands of miles were the straight-line distance between the marks.
The tragedy is that Qin Yi can't fly.
He is able to control the wind and soar the clouds, which is obviously a basic symbol of the soaring cloud realm. He is still far from being able to reach the heart of the piano.
In addition to soaring into the clouds and flying in the mist, there are two other methods of flying that can be used at low levels. One is flying mounts or flying magic weapons, including flying with a sword for sword cultivators; the other is special escape methods, such as thunder.
Wind escape, etc. For example, Qingxu could escape through earth at first, then the women of Wanxiang Senluo Sect could also escape through shadow, but there are more stringent conditions for use.
Qin Yi didn't learn the Five Elements Technique here at all. Even if he specifically learned Fire Escape, it was not something he could use on a daily basis, let alone the Escape Technique. The flying magic weapon... the Demon-Slaying Sword that could barely fire one move didn't count.
Calculate?
The result of not being able to fly is that if you have to climb mountains or cross rivers, how many times the straight-line distance of tens of thousands of miles should actually be multiplied?
Qin Yi almost wanted to cry.
Liusu gloated: "I told you to pretend and ask Minghe for a flying magic weapon. There's no way she wouldn't give it to you. But you asked for someone else's person, hahahaha..."
Qin Yi glared angrily: "It's not because a dead stick can't fly!"
"What, you want to fly with a stick?"
"..."
"You have such a bad stick, you should hide and laugh." Liusu said with disdain: "Ignorant idiot."
Of course, the dead stick mentioned here does not refer to the tassel, but the body of the mace. Qin Yi said: "Don't say that I don't know the goods. Minghe's high-ranking sect has not shown any special inquiries about this stick. I believe it."
This stick is extremely powerful, but it’s hidden too deeply, right?”
"Return to nature, that's it. Let Minghe's master come, maybe he can find some special things, Minghe can forget about it." Liusu didn't want to say more, just said: "Anyway, if you want to sacrifice this stick, the gap is too outrageous
, you can’t do it. Even if you can do it, I won’t let you do it.”
"Uh? What does this mean?"
"In my current state, broadly speaking, there is nothing wrong with me being the weapon spirit of this stick. If I really sacrifice my soul with you, then I will really become your weapon spirit... It would be nice if I don't take away your body. What else do you want?
Take me in? Just go to bed and go to bed."
"Hmm...that means I can't choose this stick as my natal magic weapon?"
"Let's talk about it then. If I rebuild my body, then you can use this stick to refine it however you want. Before that, you can only use it as a pure weapon to smash."
"Damn, I told you earlier."
"If I had told you earlier, you wouldn't ask Minghe for a magic weapon. You have such a shameless manly self-esteem, haha..."
"..."
Liusu added: "Anyway, your top priority now is to find a flying magic weapon, or to catch a flying monster as a mount. Otherwise, if you wait for you to slowly walk to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, I'm afraid your beard will grow..."
Qin Yi misses Ye Ling very much at this moment...
Walking on the streets of the city, looking at the bustling crowds, Qin Yi was very confused. Where can he find a flying magic weapon in this mortal world?
Ming He once said that Qin Yi's level has long been different from that of ordinary people. As long as he sets foot in the human world, he will naturally find immortals everywhere.
Hope that's the case.
Just like you can meet a perfect electric mouse in a small town, but to ordinary people, he is just a fat shopkeeper.
Walking into an inn in the city and looking at the thin shopkeeper inside, Qin Yi suddenly felt a little nostalgic. It seemed that the fat one was cuter.
"What would you like, sir?"
"Come on two pounds of wine and a portion of any of the signature dishes."
The waiter looked at Qin Yi doubtfully, could he eat this delicate look?
Qin Yi bought a piece of silver.
Nothing is lacking except gold and silver.
The waiter immediately nodded and bowed: "Your Majesty, please wait a moment. You'll be here soon."
"Wait a minute." Qin Yi asked: "Are there any Taoist temples or Buddhist temples near this city, or are there any unique scenery?"
"There are many Taoist Buddhist temples..." the waiter said with a smile: "For example, Hongfa Temple on Pudu Mountain in the east of the city is a famous local temple. Even some high officials of the imperial court were inspired by Buddhism to become monks here."
Qin Yi was startled for a moment, and immediately remembered the game he had played before: "Hey, don't people often disappear here? Or do they want to become a monk after entering the temple?"
"What's going on? The guests are really joking." The waiter laughed and said, "I went to pray to Buddha yesterday, and I didn't see that I wanted to become a monk. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old son. How can I become a monk?"
Qin Yi nodded dully and didn't ask any more questions.
Not long after, a table of wine and food was served, and Qin Yi started to sweep away in a hurry.
From the second child to the diners next to him, everyone was stunned. Is this delicate and handsome boy the reincarnation of a starving ghost?
God knows he hasn't eaten properly for more than two months...
Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals is not how people live...
I have never thought that such a table of ordinary food and wine was so delicious. Speaking of Liusu, it has not eaten for tens of thousands of years. No wonder when I first absorbed the Haunting Soul Grass, it was so happy that it almost flew away. It is completely understandable.
ah!
While he was devouring his food, he heard the laughter of others: "Hey, the talent from Beijing University is back for sketching again?"
The drinkers all laughed: "Whose lady was painted today?"
"Is there any young lady who has fallen in love with the famous paintings of a talented scholar from Beijing University, and is tempted to spend a lot of money on a talented and beautiful woman to have a bridal chamber, hahaha..."
Qin Yi was still biting the chicken leg. Hearing this, he couldn't help but turn around and look at it.
But I saw a young man in his twenties, holding a large roll of drawing paper in his left hand, and a basket in his right hand, which contained several brushes, inks and paints.
He was wearing a scholar's uniform, which was a little dirty and had traces of paint accidentally spilled on him. His appearance was not very handsome, but he could be called handsome, and his temperament was quiet. He should have come from a rich family. At this time, he was facing everyone.
There was no expression of ridicule. He just sat aside silently and said slowly: "Two steamed buns...a pot of water."
Everyone's laughter became even louder: "Did you only earn two copper coins today? Could it be that you stole a picture of someone's wife and got beaten up?"
"Painting, how can it be called stealing if it's the painter's business?" Master Na Jing finally retorted.
Qin Yi was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed: "Do you know how to do it?"
Mr. Jing was stunned: "What is that?"
“Four ways to write fennel beans.”
"I don't know, isn't there only one kind?"
Qin Yi was bored and sighed: "Come on, sit here and I'll treat you to a meal."
Mr. Jing looked at him inexplicably: "I'm not familiar with you."
Qin Yi smiled slightly and pointed at his nose: "Although what I am doing is extremely inconsistent with my profession and is not even the same style of painting, I am indeed a painter."