Yang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. For her, talking to strangers was really embarrassing.
The sky was dark, and the light of the stars fell coldly on the ground. A group of people from Yunzhou Prefecture were wrapped in golden runes and spells, and they moved quickly on the stiff land.
Because the temperature in Luyeon is relatively low, the entire land is made of hard frozen soil.
Yang Zhao frowned as she walked. She always felt a little uncomfortable, but there was Liu Shou next to her, but she still felt that there were strange eyes on her.
Yang Zhao approached Liu Shou and asked him in a soft voice what strange feeling he had.
At first, when he saw Yang Zhao approaching, he thought she was here to scold him again, so he hid back, but when he heard Yang Zhao's question, he suddenly frowned.
He slowly closed his eyes and took out a bell-like magic weapon from his sleeve and put it between his hands.
"It's a strange feeling. I really don't feel it at all. There's nothing strange about the listening bell, but your cultivation level is higher than mine, and your spiritual sense may be more sensitive than mine."
The thin air muted the sound.
The two looked at each other, and Yang Zhao took out his messenger weapon and contacted Lin Sheng, who was at the front of the team.
After a while, Lin Sheng sent this message to the group, asking everyone to reflect their feelings.
These monks in the foundation building stage each showed their magical powers. As a result, except Yang Zhao, everyone else felt normal.
This moment made Yang Zhao fall into self-doubt. Could it be that she was suspicious?
Even if no results were obtained in the end, Lin Sheng and other monks who were the main machine paid great attention to Yang Zhao's feelings.
"We may encounter the enemy's conventional surveillance equipment. Such things are generally not life-threatening and difficult for people to detect. Everyone should be alert and pay attention to the surrounding signs at all times."
"Yang Zhao, you must pay attention to your feelings. If the situation changes, you must tell us in time."
"yes."
Although Yang Zhao agreed, she was still a little confused. After all, she was full of doubts about herself, but others seemed to trust her.
"If you can't figure it out, that's right."
Liu Shou saw the confusion on Yang Zhao's face and smiled and chattered beside him.
"Our husband has emphasized it many times. We students from the government school have never encountered any dangerous things in our lives, and we are not so alert to danger."
"But heretic monks are much better than us in this regard. You often encounter dangers and your life experiences are much more exciting than ours. Before departure, Mr. Li specifically told us to pay attention to your feelings."
As he spoke, the expression on his face changed from serious to a gossipy one.
"Have you experienced a lot of dangers? Did anyone chase you? Did you steal a magic weapon from someone? When you were exploring..."
Yang Zhao felt a headache when he heard this. This man really seizes the opportunity to nag.
"Can you close your mouth? This will affect my concentration."
Liu Shou distanced himself with a look of disgust and muttered something in his mouth.
"This is stingy."
Although everyone had a doubt in their minds, the entire team marched forward at the original speed.
Facts have proved that Lin Sheng's statement seems to be correct. Although Yang Zhao can still feel the entanglement of his gaze, this feeling is getting weaker and weaker, with only a trace left.
After Yang Zhao published this discovery in the announcement of the magical weapon, the team that had just been tense relaxed.
Lin Sheng could also lead the way with peace of mind. He brought out a magical weapon similar to Sinan's from the garrison.
Unlike Sinan, the pointer of this thing is always pointing in the direction of the No. 3 mineral point.
It is this small magic weapon that saves the students of Yunzhou Prefecture School a lot of time in identifying directions.
Along the way, as soon as Liu Shou shut up, the entire team fell silent, and everyone ran forward mechanically.
After walking for nearly an hour, Lin Sheng found a gentle top of the mountain and asked everyone to do some repairs here.
He took out thirty-two small flags from his arms and arranged them outside where everyone was resting. Only after the formation was activated did he allow everyone to sit down and rest.
During the Qi training period, the monks have very little spiritual power and cannot bear the constant use of light body techniques to rush on their way.
At this time, they sat around and ate Bigu Pills together, while the foundation-building monks stayed outside to repair.
Several Foundation Establishment Stage monks took out water bags from their own Qiankun bags and gave them to those monks who did not have Qiankun bags to drink.
Not every monk has a Qiankun Bag, and this thing is not cheap in the world of cultivation.
Water occupies a larger area than Bigu Pill, and it is heavy. It carries necessary drinking water, which greatly affects the marching speed of the monks during the Qi training period.
These monks are still students at heart and have never suffered much.
Therefore, it is imperative to let the monks with the Qiankun Bag transport water, and Yang Zhao also undertakes part of the task of transporting water.
But this task made several other foundation-building monks complain. They could use spells to attract water balls to drink. When they were thirsty, they could pinch the spell and the water would come. It was convenient and fast.
Moreover, it always feels like they are losing face if they carry water to the monks in the Qi training period.
"We are not those traveling merchants, so we still need to bring some goods."
But the complaints of these foundation-building monks were all suppressed by Lin Shengyi.
"The temperature in Luyuan is too low and the water vapor is thin. The water polo technique, which originally does not require much spiritual power, would require ten times more spiritual power to be used here."
"And the temperature is very low, so what is summoned is basically ice lumps. It is difficult to maintain the form of water and requires a lot of spiritual energy."
"We are on a battlefield. Although the war here has subsided, every point you can save in spiritual power is worth it. This point of ability may save your life."
"This is a big competition. After we leave the garrison, those young masters should let me put their airs aside!"
Yang Zhao agreed with Lin Sheng's approach. Is it a shame to bring water? This statement made her feel incredible.
After all, she has to bring her own snacks and water when taking the train.
So this time she clearly stood on Lin Sheng's side, which stopped those who wanted to provoke Yang Zhao to oppose him.
"Fellow Daoist Lin is the leader of this team. Once we leave the garrison, we have to suppress your petty thoughts."
As soon as they left the garrison, these people stayed away from Lin Sushang. Lin Sheng lost to Yang Zhao more than ten days ago, which inevitably made them have other thoughts.
But this time the two mountains in the team stood together, and the others naturally had nothing to say and obediently put the water bags into their precious Qiankun bags.
After eating and drinking, the monks in the Qi training stage collectively used kung fu to restore their spiritual power, while the monks in the foundation building stage divided into two teams to take turns restoring their spiritual power.
Yang Zhao replied first, and Lin Sheng responded later, which was arbitrary.
(End of chapter)
