"What the hell is this...... When I say tens of thousands of miles, in fact, it will have to be doubled several times! 100,000 miles of Tang monks have walked for ten years, how long will I have to walk......

At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.

He ran thousands of miles in a few days, thinking that he should be one-tenth of the journey, but compared with the jade slip imprint left by Minghe at the beginning, he found that the position of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace had only moved a little bit, and it was not one-tenth at all.

At the beginning, Minghe only left a rough imprint, not a map, and the so-called tens of thousands of miles were the straight-line distance between the imprints.

The tragedy is that Qin Yi can't fly.

He resists the wind and clouds, which obviously belongs to the basic sign of the Tengyun Realm, and he is still far from the heart of the qin.

In addition to flying through the clouds, there are two other means of flying that can be used at low levels. The first is a flying mount or a flying magic weapon, including the sword cultivation of the sword flight, and the second is a special escape method, such as thunder and wind escape, etc., such as the original Qingxu can escape, and the women of the Vientiane Senluo Sect will also escape, but there are more stringent conditions for use.

Qin Yi's Five Elements Technique didn't go here at all, even if he deliberately learned Huo Dun, it was not something that could be used in a hurry every day, let alone the Escape Method. Flying Magic Weapon ...... Does that Demon Sword that can only barely make one move count?

The result of not being able to fly is that if you want to climb mountains and cross rivers, how many times should the distance of tens of thousands of miles in a straight line be doubled?

Qin Yi almost wanted to cry.

Tassel gloated: "Tell you to pretend, honestly ask Minghe for a flying magic weapon, it's impossible for her not to give it to you." As a result, you asked for someone else's person, ahahaha......"

Qin Yi glared angrily: "It's not because a dead stick can't fly!"

"What, you want to fly with a rod?"

“......”

"You've got this dead stick, you should hide and laugh. Tassel said with disdain: "Illiterate idiot." ”

Of course, the dead stick here does not refer to the tassel, but to the mace itself. Qin Yi said: "Don't say that I don't know the goods, Minghe Gaomen is a big sect, and I haven't seen her reveal any special inquiries about this stick, I believe that this stick is very powerful, but it is inevitably too hidden, right?"

"Back to basics, that's it. Let Minghe's master come, maybe he can find some peculiarities, Minghe forget it. Tassel didn't want to say more, but said: "Anyway, if you want to sacrifice this stick, the gap is too outrageous to do it." Even if I could, I wouldn't let you do it. ”

"Uh, what does that mean?"

"Now my state, broadly speaking, there is nothing wrong with the instrument spirit of this stick, if I really sacrifice with your soul, then I will really become your instrument spirit...... It's not bad if I don't take you away, you still want to take me? ”

"Hmm...... In other words, I can't choose this stick with my natal magic weapon?"

"Let's talk about it then, if I reshape my body, then this stick can be used as you like to practice, and before that you can only be a pure weapon. ”

"Damn, I said it earlier. ”

"I said earlier that you wouldn't have asked Minghe for a magic weapon, your self-esteem as a man who wants to save face, hehe......"

“......”

Tassel said again: "Anyway, your top priority now is to really seek a flying magic weapon, or catch a flying monster as a mount." Otherwise, if you really wait for you to walk slowly to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, I'm afraid your beard will be gone......"

Qin Yi misses Yeling very much at this moment......

Walking on the streets of the city, looking at the bustling crowds, Qin Yi was very confused. In this mortal world, where to find flying magic weapons?

Minghe once said that Qin Yi's level has long been different from the ordinary, as long as he sets foot in the world, he will naturally find that there are immortals everywhere.

Let's hope so.

It's like you can meet an electric mouse with a perfect transformation in a small town, and a mortal who looks at the cold door is just a fat shopkeeper.

Walking into an inn in the city, looking at the thin shopkeeper inside, Qin Yi suddenly felt a little nostalgic, as if he was still chubby and cute.

"What does the guest want?"

"Two catties of wine, and a portion of any signature dish. ”

Xiao Er looked at Qin Yi suspiciously, can you eat this delicate appearance?

Qin Yi auctioned out a silver ingot.

If there is a lack of anything, there is no shortage of gold and silver.

Xiao Er immediately nodded and said, "The guest officer will come soon." ”

"Wait. Qin Yi asked, "Is there any Taoist Buddhist temple near this city, or is there any special scenery?"

"There are a lot of Taoist Buddhist temple......s," Xiao Er said with a smile: "For example, Pudu Mountain in the east of the city, Hongfa Temple, is a famous local temple, and even some court officials are inspired by Buddhism to become monks here." ”

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered the game he had played: "Hey, you don't often have people missing here?" Or do you want to leave home when you enter the temple?"

"What's the matter, the guests can really joke. Xiao Er smiled and said, "I went to worship the Buddha yesterday, and I didn't see that I wanted to become a monk." I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child, what kind of home do I come from?"

Qin Yi nodded tastelessly and didn't ask anything more.

After a while, a table of wine and food was served, and Qin Yi began to sweep in the clouds.

From the second child to the diners next to him, they were all dumbfounded, is this beautiful young man reincarnated as a starving ghost?

God knows he hasn't eaten properly in more than two months......

Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, that's not a life for people......

I have never thought such an ordinary table of wine and food is so delicious. Anyway, the tassel hasn't eaten for tens of thousands of years, no wonder it was so cool that it flew when it first absorbed the soul weed, which is completely understandable!

When I was gobbling it up, I heard the laughter of others: "Yo, the genius of Jingda is back from sketching?"

The drinkers all laughed: "Whose lady did you draw today?"

"Is there anyone who has a little lady who has fallen in love with the famous paintings of the talented man of Beijing University, and her heart is budding, and she spends a lot of money and a talented woman looks like a flower candle in the cave room, hahahaha......"

Qin Yi was still biting the chicken leg in his mouth, and he couldn't help but turn around to look at it when he heard the words.

But I saw a young man in his twenties-six-seventeens, holding a large scroll of painting paper in his left hand and a basket in his right hand, in which several brushes and ink paints were placed.

He was dressed in a scribe's outfit, some dirty and torn, and there were traces of accidentally spilled paint. The appearance is not very handsome, but it can be called handsome, and the temperament is quiet, and it should be the appearance of a rich son. At this time, he didn't say anything in the face of everyone's ridicule, just sat silently on the side, and said slowly: "Two steamed buns...... A jug of water. ”

Everyone's laughter was even louder: "Did you only earn two copper plates today? Could it be that she stole someone's lady and was beaten?"

"How can the matter of painting and painter be called stealing?"

Qin Yi was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed: "Do you know how to make a four?"

Na Jing Gongzi was stunned: "What is that?"

"Four ways to write fennel beans. ”

"I don't know, isn't there only one?"

Qin Yi was bored, sighed and said, "Come, sit with me, and invite you to eat." ”

Jing Gongzi looked at him inexplicably: "I'm not familiar with you. ”

Qin Yi smiled slightly and pointed to his nose: "Although what I am doing now is extremely incompatible with my profession and is not even a painting style, I am indeed a painter." ”