My Master Is a God

At the Shenlongjia tourist attraction, after Yang Yiyun walked out of Shenlongtan, he found a restaurant to rest for a while. He walked in a hurry and forgot to ask Wu Nan for a car to send him off.

Then I have to find a car to go to the airport.

Although it is already winter, the base of China's population has become rich and prosperous in recent years, and more and more people have begun to travel. As far as the specialty snack bar Yang Yiyun came in, it was very popular. After ordering two dishes, he took a seat. Come down and wait.

There were also some foreigners who spoke language that Yang Yiyun couldn't hear, and some were talking in crappy Mandarin.

While holding up the teacup to drink tea, Yang Yiyun suddenly sensed that someone seemed to be looking at him.

Turning his head and looking, there was no strange person, and there were no ancient warriors or supernatural beings in the spiritual sense.

"Is it my illusion?" Yang Yiyun murmured, Yaoyao ignored her head. In the spiritual sense, the entire snack bar was an ordinary person, and none of them had energy fluctuations.

After eating, Yang Yiyun walked out of the restaurant. He hasn't felt anything until now. He thought that he had been too nervous during the recent period. After going back, he would go to his hometown to retreat and rest.

It's quiet winter, and Chen Qibian and Dugu Ruthless have called from their hometown. Everything is fine. The good news is that the renovation of the Art Village is in the process of finishing, and the new villages for the villagers have moved in one after another.

In Yang Yiyun's mind, now that the Cloud Gate has been established, it is not suitable to be in a metropolis. After all, practicing is a towering enlightenment, and you can't get into the hustle and bustle.

And the art village in my hometown is the best place to stay in Cloud Gate. Where is the remnant of Kunlun and Qinling Mountains, mountains and rivers, four distinct seasons, myths and legends in the vast mountains, relics of cultivation civilization, etc., where it became Cloud Gate The resident is a good choice.

And grandma is old and doesn't like to go out. He also hopes to be with her grandma a little more. After returning, he will set up a formation in his hometown and select a piece of the art village to become the Cloud Gate headquarters.

In the scenery of Shenlongjia, there are a lot of coaches of tourist groups, all of which are three-day tours and seven-day tours. This type of tour group takes tourists to travel across provinces.

Just like now, Yang Yiyun found a tourist bus to the ancient capital, and after finding the tour guide to communicate, the tour guide promised Yang Yiyun to go to the ancient capital together, and of course he gave the tour guide a high-priced ticket.

For Yang Yiyun, he didn't have to go to the airport, he could take a bus to the ancient capital.

Money can make ghosts grind, this sentence is especially obvious in such circumstances, according to the rules and professional tour groups will not attract individual tourists, but it is not a problem to have money.

Smoothly got on the bus to the ancient capital.

As soon as he got into the car, Yang Yiyun felt the same feeling of peeping at himself again.

It was fleeting again.

This time he can be sure that it is definitely not his own illusion, but that there is a real expert peeping at him, that is from the bus.

With a cold snort in his heart, his face was calm, Yang Yiyun went up, walked casually towards the back, and passed the spiritual consciousness scanning from the deep bodies of the tourists.

The forty-seven-seater bus was not full, and there were only 39 people including myself and the driver and tour guide. Among these people, there are all kinds of people, of course, most of them are Chinese.

There are three African youths seduced by bran, as well as white men with golden hair and blue eyes. Fusang and sticks are also heard in the conversation. This is an international tourist team.

However, what puzzled Yang Yiyun was that his spiritual consciousness scanned the past one by one, but he did not find a person with energy in his body. In other words, the people in this car were ordinary people except himself.

However, Yang Yiyun would never feel wrong about being peeped twice. There must be a special person in this car, and now his spiritual sense can't detect it, there are only two possibilities.

First, this person is good at hiding his breath power.

Second, this person's cultivation base is higher than him, and the higher one is not a little bit higher, so he can't find out at all.

Yang Yiyun didn't know what was going on, but he was not afraid, and sat in the last row with a calm expression, slowly observing it.

Besides, it was just a coincidence that he had just gotten peeks twice and flashed away from him. He didn't think much about it, just pay attention to knowing it in his heart.

After driving, the young tour guide used Liuli's English to tell the passengers the precautions for taking the car and the destination of the trip. After talking about one side in Mandarin, the bus drove slowly.

The route is set to go straight to the ancient capital from the Shenlongjia high-speed, and then into southern Shaanxi through the Qinling Mountains to reach the ancient capital.

Of course, because it is a tourist bus, there will be buses in famous tourist attractions along the way that will stop for everyone to have fun.

This is something Yang Yiyun didn't know. He never thought that the tour team would stop and go all the way.

However, if you come here, you will be at ease. Anyway, Yang Yiyun has not traveled well. This time, let's give myself a chance to travel.

Departing in the morning, I passed by Zhuxi, Hubei Province at about 1:00 in the afternoon, and entered Ankangpingli, the southernmost city of the ancient capital province. It is the Pingzhu service area at the junction of the two provinces.

At this time, the voice of the tour guide also sounded on the radio.

"Dear tourists, we have entered Ankang, the southernmost city of the ancient capital province, and will soon reach the Pingzhu service area at the junction of the two provinces. We will get off the bus and rest for half an hour. Please remember the license plate number after getting off the bus, and don’t go far. , Optimistic about the departure time.

It is expected that we will reach Ankang at 4 o'clock this afternoon. We will rest in Ankang for one night and depart in the morning to arrive at Hanzhong for a day.

Ankang is the southernmost city in southern Shaanxi. It was called Jinzhou in ancient times. It was the second largest transportation hub city and the third largest railway transportation hub city in the ancient capital province. It is also the hometown of the Oriental Madonna and Nuwa. After reaching the destination, if you have to travel to Ankang Tourists please contact me after getting off the bus and we will arrange your tour..."

The tour guide was very professional and introduced Ankang in general. Of course, it was more of a tourism theme, just to make tourists consume.

After the tour guide finished speaking, about ten minutes, the bus entered the service area, and then everyone got off the bus. There was a couple in sixties. It may be an old man rushing to the toilet. He hurried away with the help of his wife, but he was not careful. One foot stepped on a young man's call.

At this time, the young man suddenly became furious: "Baga..."

Ji Ligulu gave a big push, cursing at the old man gesticulately.

And the old couple quickly apologized to him, and the tour guide also used the interpreter to apologize to adjust. They didn't know that this young man was indigestible, and his expression of contempt was the most swearing.

Yang Yiyun squinted his eyes. This young man was speaking in Fusang language, showing that he was a Fusang dog. Although he could not understand Fusang, he must be insulting the middle-aged couple from his expression.

Yang Yiyun, who hates Fusang from the bottom of his heart, is ready to get up and go to reason with this dog. What is so arrogant in the Chinese territory?

However, when he walked past, the young Fusang finally stopped cursing and got out of the car, while the middle-aged couple, especially the old man's complexion, were anxious to go to the bathroom and got out of the car with the help of the boss.

Yang Yiyun did the last thing. When he walked to the door of the car, all the people in the car had already got off, leaving only the tour guide and driver in the car.

When he got out of the car, Yang Yiyun recalled the look of the Fusang youth just now and felt uneasy, so he asked the tour guide: "What did the Fusang man curse just now?"

Before the tour guide spoke, the driver first said: "Hey, what Fusang people are, it's just a second devil, he's a Fusang descendant. After living in Fusang for more than ten years, he forgot his roots, and the dog day information is written twice. A name, a Chinese name is Ma Xiaoliu, what is Fusang's name is Shantianyegou.

I just cursed the aunt and grandpa, saying that the Huaxia people are not qualified and they are rubbish. Anyway, my Fusang language is not very good, so I heard this, isn't it Xiao Li? "

The middle-aged driver looked indignant and asked the tour guide if he understood correctly.

The tour guide nodded and said: "That's almost what it meant. This Shantian Yegou's father is from Huaxia, and his mother is from Fusang. I heard that this time I came to China to worship the ancestors in my hometown. I didn't expect to have become a complete two devils~"

Yang Yiyun nodded, and after chatting with the driver guide for a few words, he got out of the car, but in his heart he felt that he should be a teenager.

Otherwise, isn't it that I'm sorry for those wild dogs? Speaking of which he studied history at university, the Fusang people who hate most, especially Erguizi.

When he walked into the bathroom, Yang Yiyun heard an arrogant voice far away, still in Fusang's language, and when he went in, he unexpectedly met the old couple again and pointed at them arrogantly.

The old man couldn't understand what he was swearing at, but he also knew that if he had nothing to say, he would hit someone with his hand out, but his face turned blue with anger when he was held by his wife.

Yang Yiyun saw that this uncle should have a heart attack or something that could not be stimulated, and immediately went over and said: "Uncle and aunt, please go to the car and wait. I'll have a good talk with someone from Fusang."