Since he couldn't fly with his sword, in order to keep a low profile, Zhang Feng could only sit in an unremarkable carriage.

It's low-key, though.

But wait!

Even if you can borrow the teleportation array of the city along the road on the way, it is estimated that it will take more than half a month for the group to go to the Tang Capital.

It's a long road.

It's boring.

Although Mu Qiaoer and himself are cloudy, they can't just do this kind of thing for a day.

Although the Supreme Heavenly Dragon Body is strong, it can't be so huo.

And Mu Qiao'er can't stand it......

In order to relieve his boredom, Zhang Feng remembered the previous group of four people begging for his Mobao, so he simply wrote and painted in the carriage with nothing to do.

Of course.

It's definitely going to turn on the special effects.

Otherwise, what Zhang Feng wrote and drawn...... I just can't bear to look at it directly.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence. ”

"Leisurely see Nanshan. ”

After Zhang Feng finished writing these two sentences, he put down the brush and looked at the green grass and trees outside the carriage.

Perhaps Tao Gong's state of mind when he wrote these two sentences was just like his own today, hidden in the city.

At this moment, Zhang Feng was full of an indescribable aura, and there was a majestic aura entwined in his every move.

is just like the turbid son of the south mountain of Cai Ju, with a graceful demeanor.

Mu Qiao'er's eyes straightened: "I didn't expect Senior Brother to have such poetic attainments." ”

Mu Qiao'er could feel that in the poems written by the senior brother, the terrifying and earth-shattering rhyme flowed.

Under the comprehension, even the cultivation in the body seems to have increased a bit.

He turned his head to look at the scrolls of calligraphy and painting hanging around the carriage.

Mu Qiao'er's eyes were shocked.

Each of these paintings and calligraphy is full of Taoism, heaven and earth perception, and supreme rhyme.

Even in her divine consciousness, these calligraphy and painting treasures soared to the sky and circulated in all colors.

The whole carriage was filled with that terrifying rhyme, so that she didn't dare to look up at those paintings and calligraphy.

The consciousness is aching.

I can't bear this majestic reason.

Mu Qiao'er hurriedly took her eyes off the paintings and calligraphy around her, not daring to look at them again.

"Senior brother, what kind of realm is it?"

"How do you feel, he is even stronger than the master back then. ”

Mu Qiao'er took a deep breath, her expression full of adoration.

"Okay, junior sister, it's time to eat, just go down for a walk, I've been in the carriage for a day, and it's a little boring. Zhang Feng put away his pen and ink, lifted the curtain, looked at the sky outside, and then ordered Xiao Hei to stop the carriage.

The little black urn that was driving the car responded angrily and stopped the carriage.

Zhang Feng jumped out of the first carriage and directly began digging wells on the spot.

Huo Linglong and Wuliang got out of the second carriage and looked at Mu Qiao'er with complicated expressions.

"It's too much, I don't even think about the feelings of us single dogs!" Huo Linglong snorted coldly, remembering the voice from the front along the way, and her little face flushed.

Wuliang was silent for a long time: "Senior sister, you may feel uncomfortable when you say it, I have two wives......"

Huo Linglong: "......"

Glancing at Wuliang with murderous intent, Huo Linglong sighed with a complicated expression: "I also have a wife, am I proud?"

No light: "......"

Senior sister is awesome.

The feathered bird was in the wagon, snoring.

He is active by nature, and he has finished visiting Zhang Feng's dantian world during this time.

The ancient ruins in a radius of thousands of miles are not big, but they are not small.

But for the miscellaneous birds, the world surrounded by boundless sea water, where is there any fun outside.

So these times, as long as he catches enough fish, he will digest and absorb them outside and restore his blood.

Cultivation is also constantly stabilized in infancy.

And just when Zhang Feng was busy farming.

Two figures, one tall and one short, wrapped in a strange aura, shrank into inches and walked towards the carriage.

The two of them looked ordinary, dressed as monks, but there was always something nondescript about a robe on their bodies.

"According to the breath legacy, the mutated bloodline back then was in it. ”

"I didn't expect that this son didn't die back then, but survived and fled to Lizhou. ”

"But now that my demon clan has found it, it should die. ”

The tall and thin monk looked at the carriage and spoke.

However.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't hear a response from the Humpty Fat Monk.

The tall and thin monk turned his head to look, but saw that the short and fat monk was staring blankly at the carriage, and his face was distracted.

"What's wrong with you?"

The tall and thin monk glared at him with some dissatisfaction.

The short and fat monk woke up like a dream, his face was a little pale, and he breathed rapidly, and said, "This, this carriage, gives me a strange feeling...... There was actually the terrifying feeling of facing that white tiger holy beast back then. ”

"What?"

The tall and thin monk frowned slightly.

I just think it's just an ordinary carriage, and I can't see anything weird.

"Are you feeling wrong?"

"I don't know...... I always feel that there is a life-and-death crisis in it......"

Humpty Dumpty shook his head, looking a little confused.

The tall and thin monk didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked straight away.

This tall and thin monk's practice was extremely unique, and in an instant, it seemed as if he had disappeared from this heaven and earth.

Even Zhang Feng, who was in the distance, was unaware of the arrival of the two.

"No matter what weirdness he has, the top priority is to catch that mutated bloodline and maintain the orthodoxy of my bloodline. Humpty Dumpty hesitated, but followed.

As soon as they approached the carriage, the two of them looked happy.

"Sure enough, it's the breath of a traitor!"

"The mutant is in the wagon!"

A breath of breath slowly mobilized.

They are two Yuan Ying masters!

It's no wonder that Zhang Feng couldn't detect the arrival of these two people at all, this is no longer something that can be detected by prudence and caution, this is a real crushing in the realm.

Now Zhang Feng, with the special effects turned off, even the good people in Shangshui can't notice him.

But in the same way, if the good man of Shangshui, who is a master of the Yuan Infant Period, hides his breath, Zhang Feng will not be able to detect it either.

The two of them, one fat and one thin, quickened their pace, took three steps and made two steps, and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

There wasn't much space in the carriage.

When the two of them lifted the curtain, they saw a miscellaneous bird recovering from its slumber.

"Sure enough, it's this evil seed! It's still sleeping, but it's a lot less troublesome. ”

"Hehe, evil seed, after taking you back, the young clan master will definitely give me two ......" The tall and thin monk stretched out his hand to catch the miscellaneous birds.

But the next moment.

He was stunned.

The moment his eyes inadvertently swept over the carriage, a roll of calligraphy and paintings hanging in the carriage instantly came into view!

Suddenly.

The two monks, one tall and one short, froze.

What do they see?

All kinds of endless, difficult and obscure, complex and indescribable Taoist rhymes and truths are surging towards them like monstrous waves, drowning them in an instant!

The two of them seemed to have inadvertently pushed open one of the most precious treasures in the world, and they were stunned by the light projected by the countless treasures in the treasure house.