The young man went to Wei Jin's guest room, he raised his feet and stepped into the room, and at a glance he found the four-foot long sword called "Huaixian" lying quietly on the table, in addition to the long sword, there was also a small wooden box a little longer than an inch.

Yao Zhenyi approached the table, first saw the long sword, the ancient pattern carved on the scabbard, although the seal carver worked hard to carve carefully, but except for a little appreciation, it was plain and unremarkable, without any special features.

He looked down again, and saw that under the wooden box was a folded piece of rice paper.

Yao Zhenyi was just about to start holding the sword, but he was surprised to find that this long sword was a little heavy, and he had to use a little force to hold it.

But then it occurred to him that this was normal, and if it was as light as nothing, it would be strange.

Not to mention anything else, just by which weapon of those swordsmen and swordsmen does not carry weight, if it is really ordinary people who can hold it casually, what kind of weapons can be talked about.

And what surprised him was that with a person like him who was now a beginner in cultivation, it would take a little strength to pick up this long sword, and it seemed that what Brother Wei said last night was to fool people.

Thinking of this, the boy shook his head with a smile, no longer thinking about these things.

He first picked up the long sword and tied it behind him, and when the long sword was on his back, he felt that his body was heavy, not as easy as Fang Cai, so he thought it was used to forge his body.

With the young man's current size, there is an awkward appearance when he carries this long sword almost to his chest.

"Ahem—"

Yao Zhenyi shook his body and let the long sword rest on his right shoulder, then he reached out and picked up the wooden box, opened the wooden box, and there was nothing in it.

Only a slight strange smell came to his nose, which provoked the unsuspecting teenager to choke.

Only then did he pick up the folded rice paper, and when he opened the rice paper, there was only a short sentence, "Medium and close to things, there is Qiankun in the box, and it can be used by pouring aura." ”

Yao Zhenyi was a little puzzled when he saw this, he had only looked at it for so long, and he didn't see what was going on with this wooden box, could it be that there was a hidden mystery inside?

It's just that Brother Wei will never fool himself with this, there is no doubt about him, the young man is holding a wooden box in his hand, and the dantian in the small world of the human body slowly rotates, and a long stream of spiritual energy surged to the wooden box in his hand, and then a magical scene appeared.

"It's ......"

In less than a moment when the aura poured into the wooden box, the push lid that had been pushed together by the young man quickly opened, and a light visible to the naked eye in the room was fleeting, and the rice paper in his hand disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Yao Zhenyi was about to take another look at the strangeness of the wooden box, but was surprised to find that there seemed to be a trace of ethereal mystical induction in his heart.

The young man hurriedly closed his eyes, and saw through his divine sense that there was a faint light somewhere, and after seeing the situation inside, he found that there was actually a piece of rice paper in it, which was the rice paper he was holding in his hand.

Seeing this, Yao Zhenyi was roughly clear, and he couldn't help but sigh, there was really something in the box, and Brother Wei really didn't deceive himself.

The young man remembered that when he was on the road with the handsome scholar Qin Xiang before, he still wondered that he had never carried a burden, but he didn't know where to get the clothes, presumably he was carrying the same "close things" as this wooden box.

This vast world is really full of wonders, presumably this wooden box should be the magic used by those people on the mountain, similar to the existence of magic weapons comparable to them, but it can't attack and defend alone.

Yao Zhenyi then put the burden on his body into this close object, put away the close thing and put it in his arms, which can be said to be empty-handed.

The boy took one last look at the room, then turned to leave, and he walked out, closed the door, and turned to look at the sky, which was already shining brightly.

Yao Zhenyi took a deep breath, then grinned at the sky, picked up the red gourd on his waist and took a sip lightly.

The gourd was not filled with the previous water, it was the wine he specially asked for from the inn last night, and the first taste of the wine was three points, which already made him unbearable.

But the young man felt very happy and very happy, just like the town used to hear the storyteller said, now he has the spirit of the rivers and lakes with three two two dollars and seven cents of wine on his body, even if it is not, it will definitely be in the future!

During this period of time, from Baiju Town to Fengqing City, which is now close to the border, the young man has actually been observing his mind, not about others, but on his own heart.

Mr. Su said that seeing people is like seeing the heart, a leaf can know autumn, a leaf can also obstruct the eyes, if you want to see others, you have to see yourself first, presumably it is like this.

Drive the wind and rain, I can't do it for the time being, I don't have such a high skill, so I will be down-to-earth, step by step to complete this road first...

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Yao Zhenyi walked to the door of the inn, only to find that the beautiful woman was already waiting there.

Today, the woman changed into a tight-fitting yellow shirt and satin, coupled with a beautiful posture, a look of anticipation, just like a fan shaking the breeze, and the summer lotus buds in the pond are about to bloom, which is very eye-catching, and can be regarded as a rare and beautiful "scenery".

And beside her, I had never seen the two young women wearing green sheathed swords at their waists, she was the only one.

In the beautiful woman, she saw that the young man was dressed in a Confucian shirt, but he was tied with the wooden card and gourd around his waist, and he was carrying a long sword behind him, and the smile in the beautiful peach blossom eyes grew stronger, and the woman covered her mouth and chuckled, I don't know whether she felt funny, or laughed at the strange appearance of the young man.

Yao Zhenyi raised his feet and walked in front of her, bowed with his hands on his sleeves and smiled, "I've seen the boss lady." ”

Seeing this scene, the beautiful woman gave a blessing, and the jade hand gently pulled the sideburns and smiled, "The son is polite." ”

After that, she suddenly took out a book from her sleeve and handed it to the boy with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Yao Zhenyi was a little puzzled and asked puzzledly, "What is this ......?"

The woman's delicate red lips opened lightly, and she smiled slowly, "Huang Liang Gu nationality, last night that Wei Gongzi specially instructed the slave family to hand it over to Gongzi." ”

Hearing this, the boy took the book and bowed to the beautiful woman again, only this time when he looked up, he found that the figure of the innkeeper had disappeared with it.

To his surprise, a trace of dusty and elegant aura came to his face, and then he returned to the alley where he had entered the inn before.

Yao Zhenyi looked at the entrance again, and saw that in addition to a vermilion high wall in front of him, there was a shadow of the inn anywhere, and even the alley he entered was nowhere to be seen.

It's just that the book in his hand has not disappeared together, the young man smiled and shook his head, it is strange, it can be said that it is like this.

When he returned to the streets of the city, there were already many shops open, and the streets were filled with all kinds of stalls and the endless stream of people, all of which made him feel as if he had re-entered the world.

And the inn, which is like the one written in the strange chronicles of the landscape, is more like a paradise......

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At noon,

After Yao Zhenyi left the city gate, he went all the way north, and he walked on the outskirts of this dense forest, still holding the book in his hand.

Looking into the distance, you can see the scenery behind some dense forests, through this dense forest, you will arrive at the monstrous Yellow River, along the Yellow River border down a hundred miles, is the border of the Han Dynasty.

After bypassing the boundary, you can find a fairy ferry called "Yellow Water Ferry", according to legend, this fairy ferry is different from other ferries, it is a ferry boat that can really fly in the sky, the most suitable for the mountain gods and those who are not rich or expensive people under the mountain to play and watch,

And this ferry is built by several immortal mountains, which is very different from the Shenjun Sect's family, each mountain has its own people, and it has spent a lot of money to hire Mo monks, and then find the monks who can perform the puppet technique of moving mountains, and carry the mountains as the cornerstone pillars.

After that, he looked for monks who were good at setting up formations on the top of the Xianjia Mountain elsewhere, and built several flying sword formations similar to flying swords to transmit messages, which were used to support and bear the ferry, so that there was a magnificent atmosphere of "traveling" in the sky today.

Compared with the ferry boat built by the Shenjun Sect before, the Huangshui Ferry is more than half a little better, but the Fengling Ferry before, at most, the river surface will span thousands of miles, the water is gentle, even if there is occasional wind and waves, it is also thunder and rain.

However, in the place of the Yellow River, the water potential is surging, and if you use the ordinary method of walking on the water, it will naturally not work.

There is still a distance through this dense forest, and the boy flips through the book while walking, this time he did not practice boxing and walking, and he rarely has free time to read the book, which can be regarded as "busy and leisurely".

Yao Zhenyi turned the first page of the book, did not see the name of the person who wrote this book, nor did he see the signature of the wild calendar, only a line of five small words neatly arranged, Hao Ran is the title of the book "Huangliang Ancient Nationality", but the title of this book has always been printed in writing, he has never seen it at the beginning of the first page, but it is a little wonderful.

"Huangliang dreams for a thousand years, everything in the world is in the streets and alleys, people and ghosts coexist peacefully, and ordinary people's homes will have the stubborn little demons who secretly incite the pillow wind and make people unhappy with their husbands and wives. There are money eaters who eat gold, silver, and copper coins for food.

There are spirits and demons that live in a row of locust trees as neighbors.

There is the green snake banshee at the small ferry, day after day, year after year, looking at those infatuated women, seeing off poor scholars, and never ending well, so it feels that the reader is the most negative person.

There is a carp spirit who has not tried to jump the dragon gate once, lives at the bottom of the dragon gate of the Yellow River, and has seen countless tragic failures of the same kind, but he still refuses to cross the "dragon gate" that conquers the world and creation.

There is a yellow finch spirit who likes to listen to the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism, morning bells and dusk drums, and finally falls in love with an innocent and lovely little novice.

Deep in the mountains hidden in the ancient temple, there is a young fox fairy who likes to seduce beautiful scholars, but the means are lame, and there is a book called "beautiful talents are hard to get" secret book.

There is also a strange monk who "as long as you can't kill the poor monk, the poor monk will persuade you to commit the butcher's knife", and he was born with the incorruptible body of Vajra, and finally turned out to be a 10,000-year-old spirit who admired Buddhism.

On the shore of the East China Sea, there is a primrose that is as high as a thousand feet, and if the flowers do not bloom, spring will not come. There is a sycamore tree in the northwest, and if the leaves do not fall, then the autumn will not leave.

Some of the most down-and-out kendo monks would be hired when the various market trades were in full swing, wearing colorful clothes and dragging long banners, flying in the air with swords, and winning the applause of the streets.

There are dragon-whiskered carp that can swim freely in the air without a water source, there are lotus-tongued parrots that speak like people and are good at swatting horses, and there are huge lakes and rocks that form a circulating landscape painting scroll on their own......

Everywhere in the world, there are swordsmanship gangs that specialize in delivering family letters and letters to people, and they specialize in passing them with flying swords.

Many large sects that are not proficient in all fields will hire some specialized personnel, such as Yin and Yang families who are proficient in public opinion, mathematicians who manage finances, etc., to sign contracts and help deal with gang affairs.

The powerful Mo family, as well as the gangs with many monks and craftsmen, will constantly deal with the imperial government, asking for and exchanging those places with relatively abundant spiritual energy in various ways, and then build and develop into a "pseudo-blessed land" that is beautiful and conducive to cultivation, such as various islands in the sea of clouds, attics and mirages, etc., and then a large number of monks and even the powerful people in the world will spend a lot of money to settle in it, or practice or retire. ”

The more the boy looked down, the more interesting he became, and what was recorded in this book was a little bit of the storyteller's words, and when he turned a few more pages, he couldn't laugh or cry on his face.

I saw him turn to the page with a sentence specially added by someone, "Yao Zhenyi, Brother Wei really doesn't have those books on fairy fights and goblin hand-to-hand combat, there is this book left, and when the cultivation on the road is boring and boring, just take a look at it as a relief for boredom." Remember, don't practice to death, but don't be lazy. ”

Seeing this, Yao Zhenyi shook his head with a smile, but there was a warmth in his heart, and after putting the book in his arms, he raised his feet and walked towards the dense forest.

On the other side of here, there is a monstrous Yellow River that flows to the sea and never returns, and it is rumored that the Confucian scholar in the past cut the sky with a sword and led down the long river from the sky.