About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

As an elixir with a powerful soothing effect, Ningxin Dan is equivalent to a powerful sleeping pill in the world of immortality. It is usually taken by monks. Even ordinary monks in the tribulation period will sleep for three days and three nights after taking it, but He Qianqing's His physique, which is stronger than that of those at the same level, makes him less susceptible to poisoning or control, and at the same time weakens the effect of some elixirs on his body. As Yang Yuyao guessed, He Qianqing woke up in less than a day.

The moment he woke up, He Qianqing was undoubtedly very angry. He felt betrayed. In order not to hurt Yang Yuyao, he even gave up resistance. However, the person he loved, his disciple, still chose to leave without hesitation, abandoning him here.

However, when He Qianqing gradually calmed down, sadness and self-blame replaced anger as his main emotions. He picked up the sword beside him and covered his face with one hand. He closed his eyes, and all he could see was Yang Yu. Yao's face. He felt like a reckless man who had no strength and could do nothing about the unknown existence that forced his disciple to leave and made Yang Yuyao look like that.

"Master, Master..." After the control was lifted, Tu Shan, who was free to move around, still stayed where he was and waited until He Qian woke up. Being in the same room, she was the first to bear the brunt of the oppression caused by He Qianqing's strong emotional fluctuations. She spoke tremblingly. She was afraid of being affected and angered, but she still said, "Master, master, he actually doesn't want to hurt you. , he probably just has some compelling reasons...so, please don't hate the master..."

"I know, of course I know." He Qianqing took away the hand covering his face, put away his sword, looked at the formations and talismans surrounding him and smiled bitterly, "If he really wants to hurt me, how could he possibly Give me a chance to wake up again?"

Even if he fights with swordsmanship alone, He Qianqing can no longer guarantee that he can defeat Yang Yuyao 100%, let alone Yang Yuyao who really goes all out to fight with full strength. This young man's fighting skills are already superb, but his fighting style also likes sneak attacks and is very tricky to guard against. In addition to the strange crystal star-like attack weapon that Yang Yuyao has not officially named yet. Even if He Qianqing fought against him with all his strength, he might lose to him. If Yang Yuyao really wanted to kill him, of course he could.

He Qianqing knew the young man he had brought up very well. He knew that Yang Yuyao did not like killing, but if Yang Yuyao decided to kill someone, Yang Yuyao would do his best to ensure that there was no possibility of his resurrection.

However, He Qianqing was still alive. Yang Yuyao used his homemade magic weapon to attack He Qianqing, but it did not cause any damage, only causing He Qianqing to be temporarily unable to move and unconscious. Even the pill used to prolong He Qianqing's drowsiness can give users a long and dreamless sleep. He was even worried that He Qianqing would be in danger while he was sleeping, so he even left behind protective formations and talismans.

But Yang Yuyao's hands reaching for He Qianqing's neck were not an illusion, even if He Qianqing hadn't opened his eyes at that time. But a monk at his level cannot only rely on the ordinary five senses to perceive the world. He Qianqing opened Xunlian and clicked on the contact. Although he was not surprised to see Yang Yuyao's name disappear, his heart still dropped hard. He Qianqing closed his sharp eyes and thought for a while.

"Is there anything else?" He Qianqing opened his eyes again and asked after finding that Tu Shan was still in the same place without moving.

"Yes, Master... told me to take care of the red comet and gave it to me." Tu Shan carefully handed the space ring that Yang Yuyao threw to him to He Qianqing. Yang Yuyao naturally had no shortage of space rings or spirit stones, but the number of spirit stones in this space ring was so large that Tu Shan did not dare to collect it himself.

"Well, what about this?" He Qianqing took the ring and examined it with his spiritual sense, then threw the space ring back to Tu Shan. "Since it's Xiaoyao, just keep the gift he gave you." He Qianqing then took out a small square cylindrical jade plaque and threw it to Tu Shan.

"Tushan, you take this token and inject the demonic energy to see a map. You drive the carriage with Red Comet and follow the directions on the map. There is a house I purchased there. You and Red Comet will be there after Just wait there." He Qianqing said and began to change his clothes.

"What about you? I'm sorry, please forgive me for my faux pas." As soon as Tu Shan opened his mouth, he realized that he had gone too far and hurriedly apologized. How could she have the right to ask He Qianqing's plans with her status? Although Yang Yuyao was her real master with a master-servant contract, in Tu Shan's eyes, He Qianqing, who was considered her master's companion, was naturally also her master. However, He Qianqing was not a stickler for rules and did not pursue her discourtesy.

"I'm going to find him and ask him why he did this." He Qianqing looked out the window and replied. But that voice sounded more like he was speaking to himself.

Yang Yuyao couldn't understand. Logically speaking, Li Fengzhi and Zhu Molan went together first, and he was a latecomer. Those two people should have decided the direction of progress. How come it was him who made the decision due to evasion? Are these two people so worried that he will leave them and run away?

However, Yang Yuyao himself didn't know where to go next. Without He Qianqing, who was familiar with all parts of the world, it would not be easy to determine the next destination even with the map automatically formed by Xunlian. Of course, what's even more uncomfortable is that he is obviously a deadbeat who likes to stay in one place, but in this world, wandering seems to have become his fate. So after some thinking, Yang Yuyao came up with a plan. He found some relatively heavy wood from the space ring and processed them into dice of different shapes.

An octahedron dice is engraved with the words east, south, west, north, northeast, southeast, northwest and southwest. A conventional cube die is engraved with six numbers on it that can be reached by walking in one day. Yang Yuyao looked at the two dice, thought for a while, and made another octahedron dice with ten degrees, twenty degrees, and so on, all the way to eighty degrees. Three more paper strips of the same size were cut and used for drawing lots.

The way to use such a bunch of props is to first draw lots to determine who will decide the direction of progress. Then roll an octahedral dice with directions and a cube dice with distance. If the octahedron dice with a fixed direction throws the words northeast, southeast, northwest, and southwest upward, use the octahedron dice with degrees to determine the specific direction. position. For example, if the dice rolled are southeast, sixty miles, and seventy degrees respectively, it means walking sixty miles in the direction of seventy degrees east-south.

Of course, if you find that there is nothing there, you can repeat the process again. After all, this method is neither time-consuming nor labor-intensive.

In addition, Yang Yuyao also specified that he has a veto power, that is, no matter who is responsible for rolling the dice, if Yang Yuyao finds that this move is likely to be too close to the direction of He Qianqing, he has the right to ask for another throw. Of course, Yang Yuyao did not explain the basis for his one-vote veto power. But both Zhu Molan and Li Fengzhi agreed to the plan he proposed without hesitation.

So they decisively used this plan to decide where they would go next. The result of the draw was that Zhu Molan was responsible for throwing the dice, so Zhu Molan took out a dice cup from her space ring and threw all three dice into it. . Yang Yuyao, who was only provided with dice and a smooth plate, watched in surprise as Zhu Molan shook the wheel skillfully, then took away the dice cup and showed them the results.

"Thirty miles due south." Yang Yuyao looked at the result and said. Since the direction dice rolled out the positive direction, there was no need to look at the numbers on the angle dice. "Then let's go."

As soon as Yang Yuyao finished speaking, he felt his eyes darken. He was about to quickly dodge the creator of the shadow, but then he realized that it was actually a curtain hat. The person who handed out the curtain hat was Zhu Molan. Fortunately, Yang Yuyao's brain could keep up with his body reaction, and the unsheathed sword was retracted in an instant without splitting the curtain hat in half.

"As expected of the disciple of Immortal Qianqing, his reflexes are truly amazing." Zhu Molan felt a little cold sweat break out on her back, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The moment Yang Yuyao's flashing long sword was unsheathed, even as a Mahayana woman, she felt a fatal crisis. If Yang Yuyao had judged that her move was threatening, I'm afraid it would not have happened. It ended so well.

"Sorry, I was startled and overreacted." Yang Yuyao apologized immediately after taking back his sword. He knew that Zhu Molan meant no harm, but he didn't like strangers coming too close to him. Suddenly a black thing came over him like this, which would inevitably trigger self-protection behavior.

"It's nothing, but I was abrupt." Zhu Molan said with a smile, "It seems that Yuyao, your realm is far beyond the golden elixir stage, right?"

When she met Li Fengzhi just before, when Li Fengzhi said that the person he wanted to be his disciple was very strong and very beautiful, Zhu Molan was not too interested in how strong he said. When she saw Yang Yuyao, she learned that he was the immortal master Li Fengzhi mentioned. Although she sensed that Yang Yuyao was in the Golden Core stage, she didn't think Li Fengzhi's statement was true. For a monk who had just entered the Qi training stage, a Golden Core monk was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

However, this brief confrontation made Zhu Molan realize that this young man's true strength was far from what he showed on the surface. Although it sounded too bizarre, this young man's true strength was at least equal to hers.

Li Fengzhi was baffled by the conversation between Yang Yuyao and Zhu Molan. Although this unintentional confrontation happened right next to him, he was completely unaware of it due to his low level. He only felt an inexplicable terror suddenly invade his body, making him sweat. , his feet were trembling, and even his breathing was stagnant for a moment, but even so, he didn't know what happened if Yang Yuyao and Zhu Molan didn't explain.

"Master Immortal, he is super strong." Li Fengzhi, who could only roughly judge the topic of the two people's conversation based on a few words, said with a trembling voice. Only then did he notice that Li Fengzhi was in a bad state and was patted by Yang Yuyao, who was not very frightened. He touched Li Fengzhi's shoulder, and the spiritual energy injected into him was like a stream of heat, instantly warming Li Fengzhi's whole body. Successfully alleviated Li Fengzhi's fear.

In fact, in this case, it would be better to inject spiritual power from the Baihui point on the top of the head, but then Yang Yuyao would have to raise his hand a lot to do it. Who made this kid grow up so fast? He was almost as tall as him after only a few months of seeing him?

"Yu Yao, please put on this curtain hat. After all, if you walk to a crowded place with a beautiful face like yours, it will cause people to commotion." Zhu Molan once again put on the hat that was almost split into two He took out the curtain hat, handed it to Yang Yuyao and said. This time, because it was not taken out suddenly, it was successfully handed over to Yang Yuyao's hands.

"Thank you." Yang Yuyao, who knew what Zhu Molan said was true, accepted the kindness. Although he always thought that the curtain hat was not particularly practical, he would make do with it now. After all, if he didn't pretend now, there would be no He Qianqing who could help him deter and drive away those crazy people. Yang Yuyao knew that his master was always doting on his willfulness. But now, knowing that he would threaten He Qianqing's life, what qualifications does he have to stay with He Qianqing? How can you have the nerve to continue to accept such pampering?

However, he is not a weakling who cannot take care of himself. He cannot survive without others, so he has to rely on himself again.

Looking at this curtain hat, Yang Yuyao still doubted, could this kind of hat really cover his face effectively? Even though the hat Zhu Molan gave him was made of black gauze, in order to ensure that he could see clearly, the black gauze was not very thick. Yang Yuyao put his hand in and tried it. He felt that his palm could still be seen clearly, and there was no one-way perspective effect that made it difficult to see clearly from the outside in.

"How about trying it on?" Yang Yuyao thought to himself. In his impression, curtain hats were only worn by women, and they were mostly made of light-colored gauze. Yang Yuyao has also seen those kinds of curtain hats with thick gauze. But in order to see the road ahead clearly, a woman who wears that kind of gauze will lift the gauze, but this loses the effect of covering her face.

Although he thought it was unreliable, Yang Yuyao still wore the curtain hat. After putting it on, he felt like he could see things through a mosquito net. He could see clearly, but he didn't know how it would look from the perspective of others.

"Li Fengzhi, look at me, can you see my face clearly through the gauze?" In order to confirm his guess, Yang Yuyao said to Li Fengzhi.

"Master Immortal, you can see clearly." Li Fengzhi heard the sound and looked over, looked at it carefully and then replied. After hearing what Li Fengzhi called him, Yang Yuyao finally realized what he felt was wrong before.

"Okay, thank you very much, but Li Fengzhi, you are also a monk now, why do you still call me Immortal Master?" Yang Yuyao asked with some confusion after thanking you.

"But Master Immortal doesn't want to accept me as his disciple, so I don't know how to address you." Li Fengzhi replied aggrievedly.

After hearing that it was such a reason, Yang Yuyao was stunned. He thought about it and found that the book of casual cultivators he gave Li Fengzhi did not introduce relevant titles. Yang Yuyao himself could use relatively correct ones after losing his memory. The title is purely based on what I learned from the works involving the theme of cultivating immortals that I saw in the original world. When Li Fengzhi was in Tongling Town, he didn't come into contact with a monk who could teach him this aspect.

But according to their previous narratives, it had been a while since Li Fengzhi left Tongling Town and he had met and traveled with Zhu Molan. During this time, didn't they discuss the topic of address during their communication? With doubts, Yang Yuyao looked at Zhu Molan, but this beautiful female cultivator chose to avoid Yang Yuyao's sight, as if she felt guilty.

"Monks can call each other fellow Taoists. To show respect, just call each other senior." Yang Yuyao shared his experience. After all, figuring out how to address seniority was a headache for him. "As for me, you can just call me by my name."

"Yu Yao?" Li Fengzhi muttered each word carefully, and Yang Yuyao snorted in response. Unexpectedly, the young man turned red again inexplicably.