Yang Zhao didn't expect that he could experience the speed of a sonic boom for fifteen taels of silver, which was well worth the money spent.
The key was that she stayed under the claws of the golden bird and couldn't feel anything strange at all.
She couldn't hear the huge noise of the sonic boom at all.
The flight of the Golden Bird not only relies on its wings. Yang Zhao could clearly see the green wing feathers and tail feathers shining with a faint aura. The stronger the aura, the faster the Golden Bird's speed.
This is probably accelerated by spiritual power.
The next journey was very comfortable. Yang Zhao was admiring the continuous sonic boom clouds while secretly memorizing the scenery along the way so that he could familiarize himself with the road to Cangcheng.
Unfortunately, after working hard for a long time, there was no result. She only felt that the scenery along the way was similar, whether she remembered it or not.
There are no routes to check or villages to pass in the air, it's just a straight flight with no road signs.
She quietly turned on the video recording function of the mobile phone in her backpack, adjusted the position, and started recording from this special perspective.
She not only recorded explosive clouds and lapis lazuli, but also recorded mountains, rivers, and urban crowds below.
As for what others can analyze from the video, it is none of her business.
The lapis lazuli bird flew for more than half an hour and arrived at Cangcheng. Yang Zhao showed it the way, and the lapis lazuli bird placed her at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.
Yang Zhao first paid the money for this trip, and then she negotiated with Lajinniao and asked her to pick her up tomorrow.
"I'll take this token first and return it to you when I return to Lijing tomorrow."
"Okay, then I'll go to Cangcheng to pick up some work. You can wait for me at the east gate of Cangcheng at noon tomorrow."
"good."
The lapis lazuli bird spread its wings and flew away without looking back.
The villagers at the foot of the mountain were very interested in this big bird that suddenly flew over, and they inevitably pointed at it when they saw it.
The children even ran with arms outstretched and cheered, but their parents caught them and slapped them on the butt twice.
Yang Zhao ignored this and started walking up the mountain.
The snow on the mountain was very thick, covering the ruins of Yunyangguan.
She bowed deeply to the big pit of Yunyang Temple.
"Master, this junior is here to see you."
After waiting for a while, no one around answered. Yang Zhao could only ask a few more questions, but no one answered.
She became a little anxious, fearing that something might happen to him, so she opened her mouth and shouted.
"Master! Master Shen! Shen Ruoyu!"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, who is so destructive of Yin virtue and disturbs the dead in the winter? Don't you know that the Taoist Master has died long ago?"
This was Shen Ruoyu's voice, and there was still a trace of anger in his voice.
Yang Zhao's tense heart suddenly relaxed.
"Master, it's me, Yang Zhao.
"Yang Zhao?" Shen Ruoyu's figure appeared on the big pit.
"Why are you back in this winter?"
Yang Zhaoshen bowed: "Of course I came to see the master."
"Stop saying nice things and tell the truth."
Shen Ruoyu waved her hand to let her get up, and then put her hands into her sleeves.
Yang Zhao saw his actions and asked: "Master, are you cold?"
"This is the attitude towards winter." Shen Ruoyu continued to interpose his hands and said, "Do you think everyone is like you, wearing the same clothes for a year?"
"Yang Zhao, you have to remember that you are a woman. Do you know how to look like a woman? You should be dignified, steady and polite when you come in and out. Don't be frivolous and casual. You are just a registered disciple, not a true Taoist."
Yang Zhao smiled coquettishly: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely buy a few more clothes when I go back. I have bought all the clothes for the four seasons."
Shen Ruoyu: "That's pretty much it. Why did you come back this time?"
"Master, I brought back a great monk a few days ago, but he also died, and he died miserably. I just want to ask, are there any living people here in China, Chi County?"
"There should be some living people." Shen Ruoyu said with an indifferent expression: "It's fate that I met him. If I don't meet you, don't go looking for him."
From the look on the master's face, one could tell that there were not many people left alive, and they were not allowed to be found.
Yang Zhao: "Then do we have any enemies in China in Chi County?"
"I understand what you mean, but if you see him, he will see you." Shen Ruoyu said with cold eyes: "Don't investigate, don't take chances, as long as you don't know about him, you can live as you like."
When I see him, he sees me?
In other words, this matter is unknowable and cannot even be thought about to ensure safety.
"But what if I know it accidentally?"
Shen Ruoyu: "If you don't touch it accidentally, your bloodline will automatically allow you to avoid this risk."
Bloodline... In other words, the people of Chixian Shenzhou have engraved this danger into their DNA?
Then this feud lasted for a long time.
"Master, is your emergence related to this matter?"
Shen Ruoyu's expression was filled with indifference: "I buried it myself, and all my souls were destroyed. We haven't had anyone come to Yunyang Temple for hundreds of years, so I have to leave my soul behind so that I can wait for you as my disciple."
In other words, Master Shen Ruoyu knew about this and committed suicide in order to leave his soul to guard Yunyang Temple.
It seems that this enemy is very strong and strange, and cannot be provoked by ordinary monks.
"Thank you, Master, for informing me of this matter. I will definitely live well."
Shen Ruoyu shook his hands and disappeared, but his voice was still here.
"Hurry down the mountain! Isn't it better to eat two more bowls of rice on such a cold day than to just stand on the mountain?"
Yang Zhao could only salute respectfully and said: "Then I will resign from Master."
He said "Let's go, let's go!" and then lost his voice.
Yang Zhao walked down the mountain again, and then flew to Cangcheng at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.
She was indeed hungry. It was already dark and the huge planet had occupied most of the sky. It was time for dinner.
After Yang Zhao had eaten and drank enough, he found a shop and slept.
Early the next morning, she bought a gift of two animal carts and took them to Shandefang.
Shopkeeper Rong is no longer in Cangcheng Sect. Shandefang is now run by Shopkeeper Rong Rong's young uncle. Yang Zhao can only call him Shopkeeper Rong.
This man still had some impression of Yang Zhao and asked her what happened with a smile.
Yang Zhao sent over the gift specially chosen for him.
"I'm back to do some errands. After I'm done, I'll come to see Shandefang. It's winter, isn't it? I also bought a lot of cakes and cloths, and I'll have to ask shopkeeper Rong to help me distribute them to the workers."
During that war, the workers also fought against Fang Shuli to protect her, although they were doing it for the reward.
But just because someone accepts the money, you cannot deny their help to you.
No matter what, the ultimate beneficiary is Yang Zhao.
The young man surnamed Rong said: "Okay, if this is any trouble, I'll find someone to take you around the factory."
Yang Zhao waved her hands repeatedly. Although he was very grateful to these workers, she was really not familiar with these people. She always felt a little embarrassed when she was with strangers.
"I'm going back at noon today, thank you shopkeeper for your kindness."
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