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For Nanmen Yue, being able to go out with his uncle, no matter what he does when he goes out, is good.
Delaying your practice?
How is it possible that we can still make mistakes by following the same path we have already traveled?
When you practice cultivation and leave your body, you keep your eyes closed.
Although I finally broke through to the point of distraction, it is not of reference, but I will never forget the heights I have gone to and the scenery I have seen.
He believes that with his qualifications, it will be quite easy to overcome distractions when the time comes.
so……
"well!"
"Brother, why are you sighing?"
A gentle female cultivator asked with a puzzled look on her face, with sincere kindness in her eyes.
"Yes, senior brother, if you have any difficulties, please tell me. Even if we have no solution, Master can do it."
Next to the gentle female cultivator, a handsome and comfortable male cultivator was also comforting her.
Although this man and woman were both talking to Nanmenyue, from the way they stood close together and the sweet way they looked at each other every now and then.
With their titles, their identities are already obvious.
They are Duan Yijun's new apprentices.
Wen Yu and Han Li.
A nice couple's trip turned into a foursome, tsk... I can't be happy.
In fact, Duan Yijun had also considered whether to take his new disciple to the mortal world.
The environment in the world of cultivation is certainly better.
But the mortal realm is not out of reach.
First of all, the two apprentices were only in the Qi training period, and the spiritual energy required for practice was not much. Even if the spiritual energy in the mortal world was thin, the spiritual stones they brought were enough for the children.
These two children have been in the world of cultivation for more than twenty years.
Haven't been back yet.
Duan Yijun remembered after he successfully became a disciple.
That year, the master also took the time to take him back to the village where his body was raised.
Hundreds of years later, he still remembers the feeling that day.
Even if this is not my real hometown.
But the moment he set foot on that land, the memory of living in the village for only more than ten days came back vividly before his eyes.
He remembered the whole village's concern about his accidental injury.
He remembered that Aunt Zhang next door killed the hen that laid eggs to replenish herself.
I remember that in order to go to Xianmen to have their spiritual roots tested, every household in the village paid a few coins to buy themselves a new set of clothes as an orphan.
After these simple memories, memories belonging to the earth also follow.
Standing in this hometown, he seemed to have seen another hometown that he could not return to.
Those few pieces of plastic can fill an afternoon of childhood fun.
That foreign fast food that you can only eat once a year on your birthday.
That endless homework.
That crucial exam.
There are rewards for those with excellent grades, and there are beatings for those who fail in exams.
There is the anxiety and excitement of setting foot in society for the first time
There is a sigh of relief that finally turned into fried dough sticks.
The motherland, which was changing rapidly in the blink of an eye, has been missing for decades, and I have become a newbie who just became a disciple.
I don’t know what has become of her.
I don't know if the people next door and across the street are still causing trouble for her.
And...then never seeing family and friends again...
Under the impact of two hometowns, I cried so miserably at that time.
This directly frightened the master and fellow villagers.
But crying also has its benefits.
After crying, he also faced his own heart.
How can I accept it so quickly? I was in that heartless stage.
But suddenly faced with a dangerous and unfamiliar world stress reaction.
He sealed all his thoughts and suppressed them in his heart.
I only recall those irrelevant "plots" and don't touch the pain in my heart.
It was better for him to cry out at this time than to keep it in his heart and become a demon in the end.
So now I am a master.
He also had to take his disciples back home in fine clothes.
But Nanmenyue...
"Uncle Master!"
"Master!"
The three of them saw him coming and greeted him neatly.
"There's only one boat left, but it's just right for the four of us."
Duan Yijun took out a delicate and small emerald green leaf from his sleeve.
The refreshing green color shines in the sunlight, and its small and cute appearance makes people love it even more.
It looks cute and its function is quite "cute".
The young couple's eyes suddenly lit up.
Even Nanmen Yue stared at it.
"Uncle Master, you can actually rent it."
In the world of cultivation, when everyone goes out, if they are close, they will step on the flying sword, and if they are far away, they will sit on the teleportation array.
The masters each have their own mounts.
Saying so much means the same thing.
That is the scarcity of flying instruments that can be ridden collectively.
A magic weapon that can be used by multiple people must be quite large.
However, should you carry such a huge thing on your shoulders, or stuff it into a storage instrument that doesn’t have much space?
So it is necessary for it to shrink by itself.
It needs to fly, be able to shrink, be stable, and have some defensive functions. It is best to have some navigation functions and be comfortable to sit on. Moreover, it still needs a good appearance when going out, so the appearance cannot be too bad.
Flying Magical Weapon:......It's too difficult for me.
The young couple's eyes were bright.
My master said he was going out, so he borrowed it! What does this mean!
Does it mean that my master is rich?
No, no, no, this is called status in the world! !
The beautiful jade-carved leaves in Duan Yijun's hand were lightly thrown into the air.
In an instant, it turned into a small boat that could accommodate several people.
Since it is a flying magic weapon, it cannot be made of simple wooden boards like an ordinary rafting boat.
When you sit inside, the originally ordinary soft cushions instantly flow and wrap around your back.
Perfect fit and support from neck to waist.
Not only does it have the right softness or hardness, it will also adjust according to your movements.
Duan Yijun smiled and said nothing as he heard the three little ones behind him full of praise.
Because the design of this seat was proposed by him.
This is why he can rent a boat without making a reservation.
The craftsman who made the Yiye Zhou originally wanted to give him a leaf as a thank you gift.
However, Yiyezhou's output still failed to increase due to the fate of the flying magic weapon.
Not to mention providing for the entire sect, it would be good if it can cover daily consumption.
In this case, it would be too eye-catching and wasteful for him, a foundation-building boy, to have one all to himself (back then).
So he simply gave it to the sect.
But when he wants to use it, he has priority.
"Master, did you design this? Master, do you know how to refine weapons?"
"No, I'm just making some comments."
Ergonomically fitting seats are standard on earth.
In the world of cultivation, no one cares. Anyway, monks don’t have back pain.
But once they enjoy the fit, it smells really good.
Otherwise, as long as time travelers are willing to use their brains, there is always a chance.
The differences in the world may not make you rich, but you can still enjoy a little extra money.
"Not to mention these, you two are also from the Song Dynasty. When you arrive in the lower realm later, how about you accompany me to meet old friends first, and then go to your hometown?"
The two newcomers stood there in awe and fear at how considerate their master was.
Nanmenyue, who now knew Duan Yijun quite well, agreed on their behalf.
By the way, he rejected what Duan Yijun might mention next.
"Uncle, there is no need to go to my hometown. There is nothing there anymore."
There was silence on Yiye Zhou for a moment.
No one knows how to comfort such things as family destruction. They can only use this quietness to accompany the grief that has passed away but will never go away.
Only Nanmenyue himself knows.
What he said has two meanings.
Except there is no longer half of his family there.
There aren't any other clues to be found there either.
After his demonic body was exposed, Nanmenyue would inevitably wonder, was his family really slaughtered by bandits?
However, no matter how much I check, I can't find any special information about the world of cultivation.
He was not left on the doorstep of his adoptive parents' house, or floating down the river and picked up.
It was a child that Xing Shang's father went to a charity home in another state to adopt.
The reason why I traveled so far was that I took my wife with me.
Just to make relatives, friends and neighbors think that he is their biological son.
Back then, in order to keep a low profile, my father even dressed up as ordinary people's clothes.
When I go back to find my roots.
The only old lady who had some impression of him (the doll was so beautiful) thought that their family had become prosperous after adopting him.
I don’t know further forward.
Even though he is just a baby, this charity home is not the place where he first stayed. He has been passed over several times.
All clues are broken.
Remember, where Zhan Weimo will go is purely a sect mission.
In short, it's just a coincidence.
And that group of arrogant gangsters actually wanted to make a lot of money and join a certain prince who rebelled in the past.
Good guy, how can your superiors endure the crime of starting a rebellion?
Before he could recover his body and ask Zhan to take revenge for Mo, he was already arrested over there.
Whether it is the past life or this life, if there are no other clues falling from the sky.
His own life experience and the disaster of his adoptive parents can only be classified as... a mystery and an accident.
Seeing the silence in Yiyezhou, the orphan of the massacre began to think of ways to liven up the atmosphere.
But soon, he no longer needed to search.
The mountains with an average height of more than 100,000 meters, as well as the waterfalls that really fly down from the Milky Way and look like the Milky Way, are so powerful and spectacular that even if they have been seen countless times, they are still so enchanting.
Even if the human beings in the world of cultivation have the ability to go up to the sky and into the sea, the natural landscape in the world of cultivation will still stretch out and show that you are still just brothers.
"No matter how many times I see it, I still feel that Duantian Mountain is more spectacular than Thunder Tribulation."
The Duantian Mountains and Tianhe Falls are the natural barriers that separate their area from the world of cultivation and the mortal world.
No matter how the world of cultivation changes.
They stand here forever, becoming the first soul-shaking scenery encountered by mortals on their way to immortality.
"Did anyone fly to the top?"
"A master from the Tribulation Stage flew by, but he didn't reach the top."
"How did it form?"
"I don't know. Legend has it that a dozen immortals worked together to create it."
"I heard that in the extreme south, what separates the mortal world and the immortal world is a sea suspended in the sky?"
“The far north is filled with icebergs, and the far west is full of wind and thunder.”
Everyone fantasized about the characteristics of other places.
Suddenly I still felt that my place was better.
But it doesn’t stop me from making a vow in my heart to walk more and see more in the future.
Including Duan Yijun, who has basically stayed at home since he started, and Nanmenyue, who was busy playing dungeons and practicing in his previous life.
"Fasten your seatbelts, we're getting dressed."
"Master..." What is a seat belt?
There were no seat belts on the Yiye boat, so Duan Yijun was just playing a joke.
How could a cultivator be unable to withstand inertia?
Alas, this "car" lacks more than just seat belts.
There is no steering wheel, no brakes and accelerators, no gear levers and clutches. It simply cannot highlight the wheelless drifting skills that I have practiced hard for many years.
I have absolutely no idea what the most respectable master of the golden elixir is doing in his heart.
In a blink of an eye, everyone rushed directly into the waterfall.
Three little ones:! ! !
"Uncle Master!" Nanmenyue couldn't help but say, this is not how the boundary river flows.
I just felt the boat I was riding in.
As if half of it failed, it fell vertically.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The youngest junior sister couldn't help but scream.
The remaining two were also brought into rhythm.
Four people and three people in a boat were screaming.
Even the former master of the out-of-body period couldn't hold back.
Not only the acceleration of gravity of oneself, but also the impact speed of the Milky Way overhead.
Added up, it was really falling at a speed of thousands of miles in an instant.
Finally, when the boat was about to hit the ground, it made an elegant (?) emergency stop and rushed forward.
The moment they saw the light of day again, the three passengers were so shocked that their eyes went straight.
"How is it? How do you feel? You must get used to the difference in aura between the mortal world and the cultivation world as soon as possible. If you are really sad, you can open the jade pendant I gave you before."
For cultivators, the lack of spiritual energy is like living in mud and water.
The more powerful you are, the greater your influence.
"Uncle Master... I don't think spiritual energy or anything is the important point."
Nanmenyue told the truth, and the other two nodded feebly.
Duan Yijun turned around with a "surprised" look on his face.
"Huh??? Not feeling well?" I looked at the reactions of several people who looked like they were motion sick. "But... this is the standard mode for crossing the Tianhe River."
"…………Yeah?"
The young couple was a little confused.
They have never taken a boat, nor have they traveled twice in a boat.
When I came from there as a child.
Sitting in a teleportation array.
A reborn person who has been on a boat and passed through two times:…………
Looking at Duan Yijun's satisfied smile.
It's not sure whether Duan Yijun really likes this kind of excitement, or he is satisfied with the fact that he was soaked in the rain when he was a child, and his disciples also enjoyed it.
In short, well, he is from Uncle Master's side.
"It will be much better if you are mentally prepared. Let's do it again when we come back."
Wen Yu and Han Li looked at their senior brother who rebelled on the spot in disbelief.
"Uncle Master, you haven't said yet, who is the old friend you went to see?"
"He is...the grandson of a friend who was at the same time as me."
Everyone silently adjusted their seniority in their hearts.
The grandson of the master's good friend.
"But I don't have much friendship with that person at the same time. The person I have known each other for hundreds of years and who is an irreconcilable friend is him... He has no spiritual roots. I helped him, and he is also an innate warrior."
The seniority has been adjusted again, and he is a good friend of the master.
The longevity of an innate warrior cannot exceed the limit of mortals, which is only 120 years old at most.
So this old friend...
Yiyezhou's speed was not delayed at all just because he was in the mortal world.
With the help of simple concealment methods, it didn't take long for the group of people to reach their destination.
A grand mansion seems to be holding a funeral...uh...huh? ? ?
When it comes to holding a funeral, it's true. White lanterns and the words "Die" are hung up.
But why are the people around me watching the fun together?
A bunch of servants were waiting respectfully at the door holding various large and small things.
Their expressions remained respectful, and the villagers were just watching the fun.
I saw a white-haired old man scolding his grandson angrily in the mansion where "a funeral was held".
"Grandpa! I beg you, please stop fooling around."
"Shit, I have the final say in my own funeral."
"But grandpa, you..." are still alive! !
"You are only 102 this year. You have always been in good health and have sufficient energy and blood..."
"I don't know when I'm going to die! I said I'm going to die! I have to die quickly!!"
"..." The middle-aged man looked helpless and said that everyone should take a step back. "Okay, okay, okay, but this funeral..."
The middle-aged man pointed to the red silk in the hand of the servant next to him.
"No funeral is red."
An uninformed person comes over to say congratulations...what is this?
"You know what the heck, I'm old, this is called joy and mourning... If that doesn't work, then I'll hang it in yellow, I quite like yellow too."
"Grandpa, black, black, okay? I beg you!!"
"No, I asked a master to have my fortune told, and he said that this year...so, I must die this year, but I have to keep a low profile and wear black and white, just in case someone..."
The old man turned around and saw some people.
Some people raised their hands happily: "Yo~"
"I'm going to have a funeral now!! Where's the coffin!!!"
