Infinite Throne

   Chapter 811 Yecheng

at last.

   The development of the situation turned into a situation that Jian Nanchun never expected.

   He stepped on the tip of Feijian, and the shameless child surnamed Lin was sitting on Feijian's buttocks, enjoying himself in the air with his eyes closed, enjoying the cold wind in the sky.

   And behind him, Zen Master Withered Leaf, who had bandaged the wound, released a huge wooden fish-shaped magic weapon, on which sat the old monk and the excited Wang Xiaohu.

   And his strangers should not enter the iceberg little sister,

   has long since disappeared with the eldest princess.

   There is a person stepping on a flying sword and a person sitting behind it, which looks a bit crowded.

   And because Jian Nanchun suffered a mental shock, the whole person was a little confused, his thoughts were confused, and he manipulated the flying sword to fly forward staggeringly.

  Irin felt the rhythm of Feijian from behind, and couldn't help reminding: "Concentrate on driving, don't crash."

  Irin's eccentric dialect, Jian Nanchun could not understand.

   But he understood the meaning.

  Jian Nanchun turned back and glared at Yi Rin, thinking it was not because of you?

   at this time.

   Jian Nanchun couldn't help but recall the conversation not long ago.

  …

   "Do you want to sleep with your junior sister?"

   "You, you, you... ignorant child, how can you contaminate people's innocence out of thin air?"

   "Then let me put it another way, it's down-to-earth... Do you really want to form an immortal Taoist companion with your little junior sister, go hand in hand, and be free from the world, only envious of mandarin ducks and not immortals?"

   "His." Jian Nanchun sucked in a breath.

   "Do you want to?"

"…think."

   "Then I'll help you sleep... ah no, let's get your junior sister, how about you help me enter the Tianjianmen?"

   "Hey, just you?"

   Jian Nanchun didn't believe it at the time. You said nothing, why should I believe you?

   Yi Rin took out the agarwood order: "Just because I can get the VIP status of Wanxianglou in seven days, Chenxiang order. Why should I? It's because of my ability, no one understands women's mind better than me."

   Now Jian Nanchun has some confidence.

  The agarwood order from Wanxianglou was not given out casually.

   In layman's terms, it is a limited edition, giving away one less.

  The people of their Tianjianmen can't keep their faces down and enter the brothel.

   So Jian Nanchun has only heard of this thing, not even him.

"Actually," Yi Rin saw Jian Nanchun's intentions, and poured another hot oil: "You and your junior sister look like talented men and women, you can see that it is a match made in heaven, even if I don't do anything, you two become a Taoist partner. After all, it is a matter of course and nature, but with my help, I might shorten the process by so many years and have less twists and turns, wouldn’t it be fun?”

  Irin tangled his hands in a circle and made a vivid gesture: "And you don't have to do anything for me. By the way, take me all the way to the coast of the East China Sea and open a back door for me to enter the Heavenly Sword Gate."

   "Open... the back door?"

   He knows about the back door, but in this matter, what is the meaning of "opening the back door"?

   "It means: Senior Brother Jian Nanchun, as the leading elite of Tianjianmen, will give future juniors a trivial discount to make things go more smoothly without violating conscience, sect rules, and principles."

  Irin gave a noun explanation.

   Jian Nanchun didn't know what to think at the time.

  Is it thinking about my junior sister, or thinking about my partner, or thinking about going through the back door?

  He nodded his head like a ghost, and it was an agreement.

   "Hello, brother."

   In response, Irin squinted and smiled, very happy.

  …

   Anyway, that's what happened.

   As for Zen Master Kuye and Wang Xiaohu behind him, it is purely by the way.

  Wang Xiaohu became anxious when he heard that Yi Rin was going to take Jian Nanchun's Shunfeng Sword to the coast of the East China Sea, and shouted to go together.

   They went out of the village to explore the rivers and lakes together. Brother Lin, why did you put me down?

  Jian Nanchun made it clear that his flying sword was overloaded and could not carry three people.

   When the opportunity came, Chan Master Kuye said that he wanted to send the Buddha to the west and **** the eldest princess to the coast of the East China Sea.

   Then he caught up with Wang Xiaohu.

  Wang Xiaohu didn't think so much.

  Irin saw through the old monk's mind at a glance.

   It seems that the old monk still does not give up and wants to recruit Wang Xiaohu to become a monk.

   So,

   Jian Nanchun rides on Yi Rin, and the old monk rides on Wang Xiaohu, all the way north.

   Hurrying in the air is fast, and traveling thousands of miles a day is no problem.

  Cities shrunk to the size of models and passed by under the feet of several people.

  Where did Wang Xiaohu experience this kind of stimulation? He was holding on to the cassock of Chan Master Kuye the whole time, both excited and scared.

   Yi Rin sat on Jian Nanchun's Feijian buttocks, very calm.

   He is not afraid of falling, the big deal is to fly by himself.

   Actually, Irin was secretly pondering the principle of flying swords.

  Irin uses psychic power to fly, which is completely different from flying swords.

  For example, it’s like helicopters and jets.

   One is to ascend by means of air currents, and the other is to glide by means of jet air currents.

When   Irin was flying, he used his psychic power to support his weight to achieve the effect of flying, but the speed was not very fast.

   And Feijian Feijian is really flying, very mysterious.

  Irin felt the speed of the flying sword, and yearned for the cultivation technique even more.

   He felt that this was an unfamiliar subject. For Yi Rin, the more unfamiliar the subject, the better, which means that it is full of unknowns, which gave him the desire to explore.

   "The attraction of knowledge lies in the infinite unknown...?"

   On the flying sword, Irin muttered to himself.

   When he raised his head again, the youth's eyes were filled with radiance.

  …

   along the way.

  The old monk and Wang Xiaohu sat on the wooden fish instrument and chatted endlessly.

   He kept talking to Wang Xiaohu about the benefits of cultivating Buddhahood.

  What can clear the heart and few desires, have no desires and no desires, have peace of mind, prolong life and so on.

   Wang Xiaohu refused at first, covering his ears.

  But later, he was really tired and listened to a paragraph involuntarily.

  Kuye Chan master has a profound cultivation. While manipulating the wooden fish to fly as steady as an old driver, he can also fold his hands together and sing the mysterious scriptures.

   Listening to the sound of "Amitabha Buddha, my Buddha's compassion, the six senses of purity" piercing the eardrum like a magic spell, even through the whistling wind, Irene admired the penetrating power.

   "I don't know if the little tiger can stand it."

   Yi Rin secretly sighed and mourned for Wang Xiaohu for a moment.

   three days later.

   The four fell outside a town.

  This place is called Yecheng, which is one level bigger than Shengping County.

   Several people put away their magical powers, pretended to be ordinary monks, bought food and fresh water in the city, and inquired about news.

  Jian Nanchun has successfully cultivated with Monk Dead Leaf. He is almost inedible, and he can't die without food for ten days and a half. But not Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu. When they were growing up, if they didn't eat or drink, they would starve to death.

  Irin had just entered the city when he suddenly remembered that he had no money.

So he could only sneak out of the city and let out three female spirits to explore the surrounding area. He didn't know whether it was the other party's bad luck or Yi Rin's luck, so Yi Rin found a trail of thieves 20 miles outside the city of Ye. . Following the footsteps, Yi Rin felt it, oh, it was still a big fish, a band of robbers of a hundred people, strong enough to occupy a mountain.

  Irin didn't bother to be infected with the murder, so he slipped into the warehouse of the bandit group, stole a package of silver, and left without leaving a name.

  It is no wonder that so many people like to act as a chivalrous person and rob the rich to help the poor. It feels really good.

   not only enriches the pockets, but also enriches the spiritual needs.

  Irin's luggage was heavy and full of silver.

   When he returned to Yecheng, he was so busy that he didn't care about changing clothes and dressing up.

   (end of this chapter)