"Yes, Second Young Master." The disciples responded one after another.
Forehead……
Jiang Yan felt helpless. Did these disciples listen to his words or not?
That's it, it's just a title, don't worry about it too much.
The leading disciple, named Qi Yu, said respectfully to Bai Tao and Jiang Yan: "Young Master, Second Young Master, you can set off now."
"Well, let's go. Qi Yu, Jiang Yan and I will ride motorcycles. You can choose to mount or fly with a sword."
As soon as Bai Tao finished speaking, he took out his green motorcycle from his storage bag.
The little dragon also took out its little black motorcycle from the mysterious space.
When Jiang Yan witnessed this scene, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask: "Xiaolong, where did you conjure the motorcycle? Do you have the space to carry it with you?"
The little dragon raised his chin slightly and said proudly: "That's natural! You don't even know who I am!"
Jiang Yan looked at the little dwarf dragon carefully, but still could not find its storage magic weapon.
Is it possible that this little dwarf dragon has an omnipotent treasure bag like the legendary Fat Blue Man?
The thought flashed past, and Jiang Yan unconsciously glanced at the little dwarf dragon's round belly, but still couldn't see any clues.
It seems that this little dwarf dragon has quite a lot of secrets!
Jiang Yan immediately took out his black motorcycle from his storage bag.
With a black flower on his head, Xiaobai quickly jumped onto Jiang Yan's motorcycle, looking impatient.
"Let's go." Bai Tao ordered.
Their motorcycles were like arrows flying off the string, leaving only three blurry afterimages behind, leaving the disciples stunned.
The disciples looked at each other with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Although they have built a foundation, the speed of the young masters' mounts is still beyond their imagination.
"Why are you still standing there, hurry up and get going!" Qi Yu shouted, waking up these disciples from their shock.
These disciples all chose to fly with swords. Their bodies were as stable as a rock in the air, and they moved forward with the acceleration of the flying swords.
"Junior brother, tell me, what mounts are the young master and the others riding?" A disciple asked curiously.
"Haven't you heard? That mount is called a motorcycle."
"Looks so unique."
"Of course, who are the young masters? We have never even heard of the rare treasures they have seen."
…
Seeing that Jiang Yan and Bai Tao were ahead of it, the little dragon couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and casually put another acceleration charm on the little motorcycle.
When it caught up with Jiang Yan and Bai Tao, the little dragon raised his head and asked, "Hey, Jiang Yan, why didn't you tell me this motorcycle is so slow?"
Jiang Yan lowered his head and glanced at the little dwarf dragon, "It is small in size, so its speed is naturally not as fast as that of a large mount. But haven't you already attached an acceleration charm? Don't worry, we will wait for you."
There was almost fire in the little dragon's eyes, "Humph, I shouldn't have counted on you! I will build a motorcycle myself next time!"
Jiang Yan responded with a smile: "Okay, as the saying goes, the master leads the door, and cultivation depends on the individual. I am looking forward to your future masterpieces as a master!"
"Master Long, you can definitely do it." Heihua cheered the little dragon beside him.
"snort!"
The little dragon snorted coldly, turned his head, ignored Jiang Yan and the others, and accelerated forward on his own.
Bai Tao was riding a motorcycle, feeling the speed and passion, and he was in a very happy mood.
This is what riding a motorcycle is like!
"Bai Tao, how long do we expect to arrive at the secret realm?"
Bai Tao was still immersed in the joy of speed and passion and did not hear Jiang Yan's words clearly.
"Baitao, Baitao."
Seeing that Bai Tao didn't answer, Jiang Yan shouted a few more times.
"Ah, Jiang Yan, what did you just say?"
"I'm asking you how long it will take us to reach the secret realm."
"My dad said that if everything goes well, we can arrive in about two months. Don't worry, we will definitely arrive before the secret realm opens."
Two months?
This is too far...
In fact, this secret blue sea realm has not appeared in the original book, and Jiang Yan is full of curiosity about it.
The more unknown it is, the more challenging it is, which is exciting just thinking about it.
"That's okay."
After Jiang Yan finished speaking, he concentrated on driving the motorcycle.
…
God Realm, Wutong Palace.
Deep in the palace courtyard, an ancient sycamore tree stands tall and straight, with lush branches and leaves, as if it is a witness to the years.
Under the tree, a white-haired old lady hunched over her back seemed to be integrated with the tree, quietly waiting for something.
"Cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, a violent cough broke the tranquility. Qinglian, the maid next to her, quickly stepped forward and patted her back gently.
"Great Elder, are you okay?"
"I can't die, I'm still old after all."
The great elder's eyes shone with complicated light, sadness and expectation intertwined.
She gently stroked the trunk of the sycamore tree, as if touching the memory of the past, and said with a touch of sadness in her voice: "I don't know if I can see her again before I fall."
Qinglian quickly comforted her: "Great Elder, you can still live for a long time! Please don't say that, otherwise the palace master will be so sad!"
The great elder looked at the tall sycamore tree in front of him and sighed, "Hey, I'm satisfied if she can promise nirvana and rebirth.
Ever since she was seriously injured and kept running to the lower world, I have always been worried about her. I don’t know if she has broken out of her shell or if she is as cute as she was when she was a child..."
"Great Elder, the palace master has his own reasons."
"What other reasons are there? In the end, it's not for a word of love. It's just that this time she has been reborn, and I don't know if she will remember the past."
"Great Elder, please rest assured. The Palace Master has always been wise and has her own sense of proportion."
"I hope she can get her wish this time..."
Qinglian understands the mood of the great elder. After all, she brought up the palace lord by herself. She has long regarded the palace lord as her own granddaughter and has deep feelings for him.
The palace owner also regards the elder as the closest family member.
Qinglian closed her eyes and prayed silently in front of the sacred sycamore tree: Sacred tree, please bless the palace master that everything goes well and that all her wishes come true, so that she can return safely and see the great elder again.
The sacred sycamore tree emits a soft yellow light, like a flickering firefly, beautiful and mysterious.
Seeing this scene, the great elder finally showed a happy smile on his face. This is a good omen!
