Soon the flying boat was full of people, and at the command of the monk, the flying boat began to slowly leave the ground and fly in the direction of the border. Although they paid a hundred spirit stones, the monks were a little distressed, but the speed of this flying boat was not slow, and at least half of the time could be saved.

Zhou Xiang didn't speak in the midst of the many monks, just closed his eyes and meditated about the situation he might face next.

After flying for a day, everyone came to a certain place where the river crisscrossed them, when the flying boat suddenly and slowly stopped.

"Huh, what's the stop?"

"Could it be a malfunction?"

While everyone was in doubt, a shout came from ahead: "Stop, get checked!"

Before he could finish speaking, several monks in yellow shirts stopped in front of the flying boat.

"It's really true! There is indeed an inspection, and it seems that there is a great possibility that the two factions will break out into a big war!" the cultivators said in a rambling manner.

At this time, two yellow-shirted monks had already stepped onto the flying boat and began to interrogate one by one: "What is your name? Which sect is it from? What are you going to do with the Tongxuan Sect?"

"The junior is named Xiang Daoyuan, he has no door or sect, he belongs to the loose cultivation, go to the Tongxuan Sect to find opportunities!" the Qi Refining Cultivator who was interrogated replied honestly.

"Look at you and be suspicious! Take it away!" the monk in charge of the inspection swept away Xiang Dao before commanding.

"What I said is true, why are you arresting me! Get out!" Xiang Dao Yuan saw that the situation was not good, and immediately urged all his spiritual power, and he was about to knock away the foundation building monk and flee out of the flying boat.

But the gap between the two cultivators was too big, and the other party easily imprisoned Xiang Daoyuan, no matter how much he struggled, it was useless, and then he was taken out like this.

"Next!"

"Junior Sima Bei!, Tongxuan Sect Creation Valley Monk!" The monk who was inspected replied honestly.

"Hmm!" the yellow-shirted monk swept the identity jade plate that Sima Bei presented, and then nodded, "No problem, you can pass!"

That Sima Bei's face was happy.

"But, you need to pay an additional inspection fee of fifty spirit stones!" the yellow-shirted monk suddenly spoke again.

"What!" Sima Bei's face darkened.

"Huh, don't want to pay?" the yellow-shirted monk's face sank, and a coercion went straight to the top of the other party's Taishan.

"Deliver! The juniors will just hand it over!" Seeing this, Sima Bei hurriedly relented.

"Humph!" the yellow-shirted monk snorted disdainfully.

A few more monks were taken away, but others were left behind. Zhou Xiang secretly calculated and found that those who were taken away were basically casual cultivators, and those who could report the name of the sect and pay fifty spirit stones could continue to stay on the flying boat.

"Is there really going to be a big war!?"

Zhou Xiang wasn't worried about what these foundation-building inspection monks could really do to him, but he was worried that if a big war broke out, where would the Sanqingmen go? However, the current Sanqingmen already has two god-transforming monks and his own Yuanying mid-stage, which should be able to change the fate of the next, but in this way, the strength of the sect will be exposed in advance, which will inevitably cause the covetousness of those enemies.

While thinking about it, the yellow-shirted monk had already come to Zhou Xiang: "Name, which sect?"

With his cultivation, he naturally couldn't see Zhou Xiang's true strength.

"The junior is a monk of the Sanqing Sect, named Zhou Xiang, and this time he is returning to the sect!" replied Zhou Xiang, and showed his identity jade card.

"Sanqingmen?" the other party stared at Zhou Xiang with some silence.

"Huh?" Zhou Xiang felt a little strange in his heart, could it be that Sanqingmen had an intersection with the one in front of him.

"Alas!" but the yellow-shirted monk sighed, and then said, "Forget it, there is a way to steal! You take these spirit stones, get out of the flying boat and continue to fly to the southeast, it will be almost ten days away, but you will definitely not be able to catch up?" After speaking, he actually took out a dozen spirit stones and gave them to Zhou Xiang.

"This?" Zhou Xiang was a little dazed, the other monks either took it away or paid the spirit stone, why did they change it to being sent to the spirit stone when they got here?

"Senior Brother Yang, you take him out to talk!" the monk in charge of the inspection turned around, and another foundation building monk took Zhou Xiang out of the flying boat, while the one inside continued to inspect the work.

After Zhou Xiang went out with the other party, Edgeworth came into the air.

"This fellow Daoist!" the monk surnamed Yang had no frame at all, but looked at Zhou Xiang with a sympathetic expression.

"It's no secret that our floating parade is a second-rate force in the Lidao Gate, which is clearly engaged in business travel and long-distance business, but secretly engaged in the abduction business, and there are one hundred and eight ways of abduction and trafficking in the door. In fact, half of the flying boats are our disciples of the floating procession, and the rest are monks like Daoyou who have no experience in the world or lack of experience in walking. The monk surnamed Yang explained.

"Ahh

Zhou Xiang's mind flashed through the various experiences of this trip in an instant, and he immediately understood the trick. It's also fortunate that he didn't expose Yuanying's cultivation, otherwise it would be disgraceful to be dizzy by a group of juniors.

"However, there is also a way to steal, and there is also a way to abduct, and we have to do this business in view of the rules of the floating procession. If you know us, you will naturally bypass this place in advance, only a monk who is not deeply involved in the world like Daoyou will fall into our Dao, I will make amends to Daoist friends first!" The monk surnamed Yang said very simply, although on the surface the cultivation is one level higher than Zhou Xiang, but this apology is from the bottom of his heart, which makes Zhou Xiang a little uncomfortable.

"The reason why you let the Taoist friends go, we have to explain clearly, first, because you and I are poor monks, and second, your sect is so poor that we can't even do it!" The monk surnamed Yang said this, with a sad expression on his face: "We already know that the noble sect will hold a general meeting the day after tomorrow, and the head of the sect will personally announce that the Sanqing Sect will be dissolved on the spot, becoming the first sect to dissolve because of poverty in the past thousand years!"

"Alas! It's really sad to say! I think that back then, your sect was also a first-class sect that had been inherited for thousands of years, although it was almost wiped out hundreds of years ago, but fortunately, it was able to take refuge in the Tongxuan sect later. But I didn't expect to end up like this, it's really sad and lamentable! We are very sympathetic to what happened to you, and we will definitely take it as a warning. Your Excellency is already so miserable, how can we attack Daoyou? Senior Brother gave you more than a dozen spirit stones just now, and I will also give you ten spirit stones now, Daoist friends hurry up and get on the road, I hope to see your elders for the last time!"

After speaking, the monk surnamed Yang handed Zhou Xiang some spirit stones, then shook his head again, he glanced at Zhou Xiang sympathetically, turned around and returned to the flying boat.

After Zhou Xiang listened, his intuition was that the other party was joking, but he immediately thought of what Li Letian had said to him, life in the door was not easy, and even the disciple's monthly allowance was in arrears for a long time. He began to believe a little again, and then thought of the sect conference that was going to be held the day after tomorrow, and immediately shouted, "Not good!"

At this time, he could no longer care about hiding his figure, and in the blink of an eye, his face changed, and the strength of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant also exploded directly, and then accelerated in the air, and disappeared in the southeast direction in a few breaths.

"Ah!" the floating monk who was in charge of guarding the outer part of the flying boat couldn't help but exclaim, "It's the Yuanying monk!"

Everyone inside and outside the boat was shocked when they heard this!

……

Zhou Xiang flew rapidly all the way without scruples, and with his current cultivation and Gu Hongying's body method, he was already completely comparable to the speed of a late-stage monk. Originally, it took more than ten days for a Qi refining cultivator to fly a distance, but now it only takes more than a day, and as for whether he can arrive before the head of the Sanqing Sect announces his disbandment, Zhou Xiang has no bottom in his heart.

On a vast plain, several winding rivers outline several bands of light, and unlike other cultivation sects that often occupy more than a dozen spiritual peaks, there are no tall pavilions here, no picturesque flowing springs and waterfalls, only a dilapidated village in the wilderness.

Several grassy paths lead through the village, and there are many thick trees around the village, which grow so tall that you can only see a tall forest in the distance and no buildings on the ground. The ground around the village is undulating, and several barren grass and soil slopes cover the entrances and exits of the entire village.

Beyond the dirt slope and through the weeds, several low-rise buildings and bungalows emerge, where the village protection array had disappeared many years ago, and flocks of birds fluttered and fell among the grass huts, chirping non-stop.

There wasn't even a gatekeeper at the entrance of the village.

There is still a higher place in the village, but it is a high platform made of loess, and there is a broken stone tablet on the side of the high platform, and the strokes on it are vertical and horizontal, and the original words are no longer recognized.

At this moment, there is a tablet at the highest point of the earth platform, and there are two log black chairs under it, on which sit two old men, one looks listless and seems to have little time, and the other is also old, but can barely sit firmly.

Further down were several men and women, most of whom were also middle-aged and weather-washed. He was standing there quietly.

On the periphery of the front of the high platform, dozens of disciples wearing tattered robes were distributed, and there were even many mortals who were in the middle of the period, their cultivation was uneven, and their appearances were also different, but everyone's eyes showed helplessness or hesitation.

The morning sun shone weakly on the disciples, on the faces of the male and female monks on the stage, and also on the village, slowly dissipating the mist.