After deciding on the target, Jing Qing began to make a sound, and soon asked for the news.

There is still half a day, and the third wave of young monks who are ready to try their luck at the Heavenly Gate are ready to go to the location of the Heavenly Gate in pairs, and if they want to go to the Heavenly Gate, this is the best way.

You must know that Tianmen is a distance of 50,000 miles from the gathering place of Donglin.

Fifty thousand miles, in the monk's opinion, although it is not very far, but it is definitely not close, and there are countless dangerous places on the road.

What's more, these monks who went together would also make up a large amount of spars and invite a foundation building monk to go with them, which added a little insurance.

When he came to the dock of the fairy land, Jing Qing found that there were not many monks there, only thirteen, and each of them lazily found a place, or rested, or meditated, or talked in groups of three or five.

This is normal, it is rare for monks below thirty to reach the fifth level of qi refining, not to mention that there have been two waves in the front, and most of those left behind are tied up by mundane matters, so they will postpone their trips.

Finding the Zhuji monk who was drinking spiritual wine, he glanced at Jing Qing, spread his hand, and said:

"The cost of joining the team, a total of five hundred spars."

Jing Qing frowned, this price obviously exceeded his expectations, but for his own safety, he still paid the spar.

Today, there are only more than 600 spars left in Jingqing's hands.

After paying the fee for joining the team, the remaining hundred spars can only be mixed with food and clothing, and they can't even afford some basic elixirs.

"Don't be too surprised, it's a great price."

Monk Zhuji squinted his eyes and put away the spar, as if he saw Jingqing's reluctance, and explained:

"The five hundred spars include the cost of renting the river crossing spirit boat, plus my employment fee, these have already cost four hundred spars."

"The remaining hundred will be used to buy the Flame Horse, as well as enough breeding pills for them to eat, and it will be a long way to go to the Heavenly Gate, you can't expect to rely on your feet, right?"

"Also, in two hours, I'm leaving, if there's anything to prepare, hurry up, there's no wait."

Nodding his head, he accepted Monk Zhuji's explanation, and Jing Qing went to a nearby shop to buy some healing and hemostatic medicines.

Although these medicines cannot increase cultivation and replenish spiritual power, they are still quite effective for external injuries.

Two hours later.

All the monks who were going to the Heavenly Gate gathered at the dock of the cave, and there were two more people than at the beginning, plus Jingqing, a total of fifteen people, ten men and five women.

The monk who led the team took out a small boat that looked like a walnut carving and threw it into the dark river of the cave.

A stream of green light illuminated the bottom of the water, and the small boat swelled rapidly, and in less than a moment, it had turned into a large ship capable of holding fifty people.

"Let's go."

Monk Tsukiji greeted, and the cool water of the river had condensed into a path that stretched all the way to the boat.

"Yes, Gong Lin's senior."

One of the monks at the head saluted him, then stepped onto the waterway and into the boat.

Because of this, Jing Qing knew the name of the foundation building monk.

When you enter the cabin, the scenery changes and becomes extremely wide, the size of two basketball courts, and stepping on the boat is like stepping on the earth, without any bumps, which is very amazing.

"This is the Bibo boat, tsk, it seems that the spar has indeed not lost money."

After carefully observing the inside of the blue wave boat for a while, at this moment, rows of holes more than one person high suddenly appeared on the wall of the boat, and a stream of water suddenly gushed out of the hole, but it was blocked by an invisible force and could not enter.

"What's going on?"

Jing Qing looked at this scene in amazement, and with his eyesight, he could even see a white fish, swimming and swimming in the water, leisurely spitting bubbles.

"Diving is about saving trouble."

A monk who is not tall and looks very kind, he accosted Jingqing with a smile:

"If you go from the surface, there are many high mountains, the terrain is complicated, and in those inaccessible places, there are spirit beasts everywhere, if you encounter them, it will greatly slow down the speed of progress, causing a delay."

"If you take the underground waterway, although it will still be detoured, the speed will be much faster, and in the waterway near here, spirit beasts are scarce, so it is safer."

"Well, thank you."

Jing Qing suddenly realized and hurriedly thanked him.

"A few words, what a thank you."

"By the way, my name is Lin Yuan, you just came to our immortal land? It looks strange. ”

Lin Yuan smiled very heartily, enthusiastically, and gave people a good impression.

"Well, I just came here not long ago, and I heard that Tianmen accepts disciples, so I came."

Jing Qing nodded and said with a smile.

"We are all the same, Tianmen is a famous sect, there are countless masters, if you can worship it, you can build a foundation, and even be able to marry Jindan, become a Jindan grandmaster, and enjoy hundreds of years of Jinyuan."

Lin Yuan's eyes were shining with longing, not so much replying, but retelling his wishes.

Time is in the conversation between the two, bit by bit, bit by bit, the blue wave boat is getting farther and farther.

Day 3.

The blue wave boat stopped, and Gong Lin, who was in the foundation building period, led fifteen monks to the shore from the deep pool that connected to the underground dark river.

It was about noon, the sun was shining, and I was locked under the silent water for several days, and anyone who saw the vivid scenery would inject a trace of vitality into the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, Jing Qing found that next to the Bibo boat, there was actually a boat floating up.

The boat was red in color and somewhat resembled coral, and it looked very dazzling in the sun.

Three people walked down from the boat, one of them was dressed in a gorgeous costume and looked very handsome, followed by a black-robed monk.

Only one young man in Tsing Yi was left behind, with a humble smile on his face.

Gong Lin seemed to know them, stepped forward, said something to the young man in the Chinese clothes, and started talking to the black-robed monk.

"That's the eldest son of the eldest grandson family, eldest grandson Jing, that's the bloodline of the big family of cultivating immortals, with the qualification of the second grade spiritual root, to have a family background, to have a talent."

Lin Yuan surpassed the young man in fancy clothes and said enviously: "You see, the one who is following him and talking to Gong Lin is called Yuan Hong, and he is also a foundation building monk. ”

"There are Qi cultivators as small servants, and there are foundation building monks for personal protection, this treatment, tsk, people are better than people, it can really anger people."

Jing Qing's gaze swept over the three people in front of him and did not speak.

The few people present, except for the black robe and Gong Lin, were able to bring him a strong sense of threat, whether it was the young man in Tsing Yi or the boy in Chinese clothes, they did not bring him the slightest warning.

Kenshin's talent, in addition to increasing his resonance with the sword, also makes his sixth sense very sharp, and mistakes rarely occur.

That is to say, unless there is a special accident, neither of them will be their opponents.

For people who can't pose a threat to themselves, Jing Qing generally doesn't pay much attention.

He just focused his attention on Yuan Hong a little, and then closed his eyes and meditated.

This is a habit developed in the Sword Forest Gate, and once there is nothing important, it will be meditated.

This kind of behavior will not immediately increase much spiritual power, but the accumulation of time and the accumulation of sand into a tower, the growth of cultivation is also quite considerable.

As for the appearance of the little guy, Jing Qing had forgotten about it in the morning.