Finally.
The situation developed into a situation that Jian Nanchun had never expected.
He was standing on the tip of the flying sword while that shameless kid surnamed Lin was sitting on the butt of the flying sword, enjoying the cold wind with his eyes closed.
Behind him, Withered Leaf, who had bandaged his wounds, released a huge wooden fish-shaped magic treasure. On it sat the old monk and the excited Wang Xiaohu.
As for his Senior Sister?
She had already disappeared with the Eldest Princess.
A person was standing on a flying sword and another person was sitting behind it. It looked a little crowded.
As for Jian Nanchun, because of the mental impact, he was in a daze and his thoughts were in a mess. He controlled the flying sword to fly forward shakily.
Irin felt the rhythm of the flying sword from behind and couldn't help but remind him, "Focus on driving, don't crash."
Irin spoke in a strange dialect that Jian Nanchun couldn't understand.
But he understood what she meant.
Jian Nanchun turned around and glared at Irin. Wasn't it all because of you?
At this time.
Jian Nanchun couldn't help but recall the conversation not long ago.
… …
"Do you want to sleep with your Junior Sister?"
"You, you, you … Ignorant kid, how can you accuse me?"
"Then let me put it in another way, more down-to-earth … Do you really want to become immortal dao companions with your Junior Sister? Do you want to walk hand in hand and live a carefree life?"
"Hiss." Jian Nanchun sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Do you want to?"
"… Yes."
"Then I'll help you sleep with … Ah no, marry your Junior Sister and you help me enter the Heavenly Sword Sect, how about it?"
"Hey, with just you?"
Jian Nanchun didn't believe it at that time. Why should he believe you?
Irin took out the Agarwood Token. "Based on the fact that I can become a VIP of the Wanxiang House within seven days, the Agarwood Token. Based on what? Based on my ability, no one knows a woman's thoughts better than me. "
This time, Jian Nanchun was somewhat convinced.
The Agarwood Token of the Wanxiang House was not given out casually.
In layman's terms, it was a limited edition. Once given out, there would be one less.
The people of the Heavenly Sword Sect couldn't bring themselves to enter the brothel.
Therefore, Jian Nanchun had only heard of this thing before. Even he did not have it.
"Actually," Yi Lin saw that Jian Nan was moved, so she poured more oil on him. "You and your Junior Sister look like a perfect match. One look and I can tell that you are a match made in heaven. Even if I don't do anything, you two becoming Dao companions is something that will happen naturally. However, with my help, I might be able to shorten the process by a few years and reduce the twists and turns. Wouldn't that be faster?"
Irin crossed her hands and made a lively gesture, "And you don't need to do anything for me. Just bring me along to the coast of the Eastern Sea and open the back door for me to enter the Heavenly Sword Gate."
"Open … the back door?"
He knew about the back door, but what was the deeper meaning of "opening a back door" in this matter?
"It means that as an elite of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Senior Martial Brother Jian Nanchun should give his future Junior Martial Brother a small advantage without going against his conscience, sect rules, and principles. This will make things go smoother."
Irin explained with a noun.
Jian Nanchun did not know what he was thinking at that time.
Was he thinking about his Junior Sister, his partner, or was he thinking about taking the back door?
He nodded as if he was possessed.
"Hello, Senior Martial Brother."
Irin narrowed her eyes and smiled. She was very happy.
…
In short, that was the case.
As for Zen Master Ku Ye and Wang Xiaohu behind him, it was purely convenient.
When Wang Xiaohu heard that Irin was going to sit on Jian Nanchun's Windward Sword to the coast of the Eastern Sea, he immediately became anxious and shouted that he wanted to go together.
They were going out of the village to explore the Pugilistic World together. Brother Lin, why did you leave me behind?
Jian Nanchun made it clear that his flying sword was overloaded and could not carry the three of them.
Zen Master Ku Ye saw that the opportunity had come. He said that he wanted to escort the Eldest Princess to the coast of the Eastern Sea.
Then, he took Wang Xiaohu.
Wang Xiaohu did not think too much.
Irin saw through the old monk's thoughts at a glance.
It seemed that the old monk still did not give up and wanted to recruit Wang Xiaohu to be a monk.
Hence …
Jian Nanchun rode on Irin while the old monk rode on Wang Xiaohu. They headed north.
Traveling in the air was fast. It was not a problem to travel thousands of miles in a day.
The cities shrank to the size of a model and flew past under their feet.
Wang Xiaohu had never experienced such excitement. He held onto Zen Master Ku Ye's kasaya the entire time, both excited and afraid.
Irin sat on the butt of Jian Nanchun's flying sword, very calm.
He was not afraid of falling. At most, he could just fly himself.
Actually, Irin was secretly pondering the principle of flying swords.
The principle of Irin using psychokinesis to fly was completely different from the principle of flying swords.
If one had to give an example, it would be like a helicopter and a jet.
One used the airflow to rise, while the other used the jet to glide.
When Irin flew, he used psychokinesis to support his weight to achieve the effect of flying. However, his speed was not very fast.
On the other hand, flying swords were really flying. It was very mysterious.
Irin felt the speed of the flying sword and yearned for cultivation techniques even more.
He felt that this was an unfamiliar subject. To Irin, the stranger the subject, the better. It meant that it was filled with all kinds of unknowns, which made him want to explore.
"The attraction of knowledge lies in the endless unknowns …?"
On the flying sword, Irin muttered to himself.
When he raised his head again, the young man's eyes were in high spirits.
…
Along the way.
The old monk and Wang Xiaohu sat on the wooden fish Dharma artifact and chattered non-stop.
He kept talking to Wang Xiaohu about the benefits of cultivating Buddhism.
Things like having a clear heart and few desires, having no desires, having peace of mind, prolonging one's life, and so on.
At first, Wang Xiaohu refused and covered his ears.
But later, he was really tired of covering his ears and could not help but listen to a part.
Zen Master Ku Ye's cultivation was profound. While controlling the wooden fish to fly, he was as steady as an experienced driver. At the same time, he could also put his palms together and chant mysterious scriptures.
Listening to the chants of "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, the six senses are purified" from hundreds of meters away, even though they were separated by the howling wind, Yi Lin was in awe of the penetrative power.
"I don't know if Xiaohu can withstand it."
Irin secretly sighed and silently mourned for Wang Xiaohu for a moment.
Three days later.
The four of them landed outside a town.
This place was called Ye City, one level larger than Sheng Ping County.
They put away their supernatural powers and pretended to be ordinary cultivators. They bought food and water in the city and inquired about information.
Jian Nanchun and Monk Ku Ye were successful in their cultivation and were almost fasting. They would not die even if they did not eat for half a month. But Irin and Wang Xiaohu were not. They were still growing. If they did not eat or drink, they would starve to death.
Not long after Irin entered the city, he suddenly remembered that he had no money.
So he could only sneak out of the city and release the three mother spirits to scout the surroundings. Irin did not know if they were unlucky or Irin was lucky, but he found traces of bandits twenty miles away from Ye City. Following the footprints, Irin went up. Oh, it was a big fish. There were a hundred bandits and they were powerful enough to occupy a mountain.
Irin was too lazy to be stained with the sin of killing. He directly sneaked into the bandit's warehouse and stole a bag of silver. He did not leave his name and left.
No wonder so many people liked to be chivalrous and rob the rich to help the poor. This feeling was indeed quite good.
Not only did it enrich his wallet, but it also satisfied his spiritual needs.
Irin's bag was heavy and full of silver.
When he returned to Ye City, he was travel-worn. He did not bother to change his clothes and dress up. He straightened his back and went straight to Wanxiang Restaurant alone.
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