Chang Ling, the flying sword, has sat a lot, and it is the first time that a treasure boat that can fly in the air has been seated.

Everyone was given a comfortable seat, but the boat was not transparent, and she couldn't see the scenery outside.

"How is Xiao Chang Ling's preparations?" the head didn't know when he walked behind Chang Ling and asked with a smile.

Chang Ling hesitated and scratched his head, and muttered, "Disciple ......"

"Hey, don't worry! Xiao Changling just did his best. The smile on the boss's face was even bigger, when he matched her to Zhenhe, didn't he have the intention of raising her to waste.

The genius of the Canglan Sword Sect, Zhenhe, is a cultivator, does not ask about mundane matters, and is the only elder in the sect who does not teach, and it is at the critical time when he stabilizes his realm, how can he have the heart to take an apprentice.

I don't know what method she used to temper her body so well, but it's a pity that there are so many medicinal materials in the sect.

If you can win glory for the sect in this big competition, it's okay to die in the secret realm if you can't.

Anyway, Zhenwei died a long time ago, and it would be better for everyone to get that thing one day if they can't get it.

In short, it has nothing to do with their Canglan Sword Sect.

As the head of a faction, in addition to his own cultivation, he also has a lot of trivial things to deal with, although he has the intention of monitoring Chang Ling, but he can't pay attention to her all the time.

After all, she is still very weak now, and she can't afford to turn over the wind and waves.

He quickly turned around with relief and continued to care about the other disciples' situation.

This Chang Ling sat on the seat, at first it was fine, but after a while, he felt a little dizzy, he didn't eat anything in the morning, and he had a strong desire to vomit.

Her hands tightened on the handles of her chair, her face pale and tight.

Suddenly, a slender hand handed over a cup of hot water with white mist, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Gu Yunxi's faint eyebrows: "The first time you took the treasure boat, it may be...... Well, if you're seasick, it's more comfortable to drink some hot water, get rid of distractions, and get a good night's sleep. ”

For a moment, Chang Ling recalled that every time she came home from playing outside, her mother would always hand her a cup of hot water and force her to drink it, and for a moment her eyes were dyed red again.

Gu Yunxi looked at her expression, his brows furrowed, the immortal cultivator was bent on pursuing the Great Dao, and he was naturally very weak in other feelings, he was born in an ancient family and met his relatives very rarely, and the few meetings he met were also to report on the situation of cultivation and accept criticism, where could he understand Chang Ling's feelings.

He still remembers the shouts he shouted loudly outside Shishui Village, which seemed to be full of strong emotions that he had never had in his life.

Uncle Zhenwei left the sect and left the immortal cultivation world for the sake of mortal women, I'm afraid it is also so strong.

After drinking the hot water, Chang Ling, who calmed down, quickly fell asleep.

After all, waking up early is still a rare and difficult thing for her.

............

"Chang Ling, it's here!" someone beside her shook her body gently.

Chang Ling woke up violently, hurriedly got up, and walked off the treasure boat behind everyone.

In front of them was a glittering gate, with three golden characters written in the center "Yuanhua Gate".

There were many uniformly dressed Xianmen disciples standing in front of the door, and when they saw them, they quickly greeted them.

"Fengling, a true disciple of Yuanhuamen, see Zhenli Zhenren. The young disciple bowed and led them sideways into this magnificent gate.