"The ups and downs, the feeling of riding a horse." Leng Yanji hugged his waist and said.
"That's not easy." Shen Lang held up the reins, pinched the horse's belly with both legs, and shouted "Drive!"
The big black horse that was grazing seemed to vaguely understand that the two people on its back were not ordinary people, which made it feel helpless and a little proud.
Throughout its life of running wildly on the road, it has carried ordinary people and rich businessmen, but it has never carried powerful monks. It seems to be to prove that it is also an extraordinary horse, or maybe because it walks slowly along this road, it is indeed
I am already full, so I want to digest food.
So the big black horse's bright eyes were fixed on the distance, and he spread his hooves and ran towards the distance...
At the same time, a group of ascetic monks suddenly appeared at the post house thirty miles away. Their clothes were ragged, and their cloth shoes were completely worn out, perhaps from walking too much. They looked very miserable, worse than wandering beggars.
Not much.
But between their eyebrows, there is a sense of openness and transparency that ordinary people don't have, as if they have already seen through the world of mortals.
"Uncle Sunyata, did you read correctly just now?" a young monk asked the old monk.
"It can't be wrong." Master Kongxing's eyes showed murderous intent: "Although it was still far away at the time, I did smell the smell of evil."
"But where did the person go?" The young monk asked in confusion: "Did he leave so soon?"
The waiter in the posthouse frowned, as if he didn't like this group of guys who obviously didn't have much money to eat. He waved his hand and said, "Hey, hey, if you don't want to eat, please stay away."
The young monk tightened the Zen staff in his hand and cursed in a low voice: "Ordinary people, the mortal eyes are not afraid of the wise eyes, but they dare to be presumptuous in front of the mountain-protecting monk."
Master Kongxing waved his hand to stop his next move, and asked the boy: "May I ask the donor, who did you meet just now?"
"Bullshit, of course you meet people all the time when you open your business." The boy replied.
"It should be two people, they were here not long ago." As the old monk said, he suddenly saw the two noodle bowls on the table, and seemed to faintly sensed something aura from them. He said with certainty: "It was the one who was here before."
People eating at the table.”
The boy felt perplexed, as if he was afraid that these ragged and unclean guys would enter the store and disturb his business, so he said impatiently: "A man and a woman just bought a big black horse, and they rode the same horse toward the east.
Went in the direction of Wangyu River."
"Riding?" Upon hearing this, the ascetics raised their brows.
Because they are all monks, and they know very well that riding a horse is rare in the world of monks.
After all, even a true spiritual monk with average strength can fly across a thousand miles with a sword in two or three hours. And even a good sweat-blooded horse can travel at most a thousand miles in a day.
And they vaguely knew that the evil force that Master Kongxing had just mentioned was not weak. It seemed that there was no reason for such a big man to be able to ride a horse.
"Master Kongxing, according to your opinion..." The young monk looked at him with questioning eyes.
"That's it! It seems that the opportunity has not come after all." Master Kongxing shook his head and said: "According to the original plan, let's go to Haiyu City first."
After saying this, Master Kongxing walked barefoot towards the distance. Although it was not difficult for him to reach Haiyu City immediately across four or five thousand miles with his cultivation, he could neither ride a horse nor fly.
Because he is an ascetic who has not experienced the sufferings of the world and has not practiced asceticism for thousands of miles. How can he understand the compassion of our Buddha...
...
Shen Lang didn't know that a group of mysterious ascetics were looking for him and had attributed him to an evil force, so he was still very leisurely at this time.
The southern water town is also called a water town because there are more waterways than roads. Shen Lang drove the big black horse and ran all the way. He soon ran out of nowhere because the road ahead was a wide river.
The name of this river is Wangyu River, which is one of the famous rivers in Donghai County and one of the most important transportation channels. If you drift south along this river, you will pass through Jiangping City, Jiang Xuecheng, and Jiangdong, and you can directly reach Yu City.
Mountain.
With Shen Lang's ability, he could actually fly across the river with his sword, but in that case, he would have to throw away the big black horse. He had always been stingy. After all, the big black horse cost ten spiritual stones to buy, so it would be a pity to lose it.
Moreover, he was too lazy and didn't want to fly with his sword. He also remembered that Leng Yanji once said that the road was long and you could walk slowly, so he chose to take a boat.
There was no big ferry at the end of the path, so he rented a small boat, took Leng Yanji and Big Black Horse on the boat, and then went down...
This period of time was very peaceful. During these peaceful days, he and Leng Yanji rode horses, rowed boats with their own hands, slept in the open air, lived in nearby towns, and even taught church hand-in-hand in their spare time.
Learn how Leng Yanji rides a horse, how to row a boat, how to set a sail, and how to sail...
Along the way, Leng Yanji never broke the long pole again, nor hit him on the head with the paddle in anger. She was extremely patient and gentle. Even two days ago, when Shen Lang was fishing on the river
, she also helped Shen Lang make fish soup with her own hands in a very considerate manner.
Due to the simple environment and limited cooking skills, the fish soup is naturally not very delicious, but drinking the fish soup cooked by the saint herself by the river has a different flavor.
After arriving at Jiangping Ferry, Shen Lang abandoned his original boat and boarded a merchant ship from Jiangping City to Haiyu City. This would save him some effort and also allow him to pass by his final destination, Yushan.
Since it is a merchant ship, there are naturally a lot of people on board, including sightseeing passengers, accompanying guards, and even a group of ascetic monks taking a ride on the ship.
But Shen Lang didn't take that group of monks seriously, because the south is famous for having lots of water, bridges, and temples. Some people even joked that there are as many temples as bridges in the south.
This statement is a bit exaggerated, but it is not too exaggerated, because every city and town has at least one temple, large and small, such as Baima Temple, Darius Temple, Jinguang Temple, and countless other temples.
Even Liao Kong Temple, known as the best temple in the world, is also located in the south.
Therefore, seeing monks while walking in the south is the most normal thing.
It was already the fifth day after boarding the big ship. Jiang Pingcheng and Jiang Xuecheng had already passed by, and Yushan was not too far away. The wind with a slight smell of sea came out, and Shen Lang stood on the bow of the ship and looked at the scenery.
, in a pretty good mood.
Relatively speaking, although the ocean is magnificent, Shen Lang prefers the rivers in the southern water towns. It is boring to look at the blue ocean for a long time, and it is undoubtedly more pleasant to stand on the boat and watch the slowly changing scenery on both sides of the river.
Leng Yanji leaned gently in his arms. This kind of intimate behavior had almost become a habit for her during this period of time. Whether riding a horse or rowing a boat, she always liked to be held by him even if she had nothing to do.
The reason given by Leng Yanji is also very simple, because even the south is not warmer than Buzhou Mountain overseas, and his body is very warm...
Shen Lang did not refute this reason. After all, it was almost entering the winter months. Even the Jiangnan area was not very warm. Moreover, the recent weather was not good. It had been gloomy. It might rain or snow.
"Has your cultivation not recovered yet?" Shen Lang suddenly thought of this question and gently hugged her and asked.
"No." Leng Yanji blinked at him with big eyes.
"It shouldn't be. It's been several days." Shen Lang asked.
"Isn't it good to be like this now?" Leng Yanji asked back.