Doomsday tour

Chapter 8 Flight Accident

It was already dawn, and Zuo Qingyan was also sober, rolling around on the ground with his head pressed, until he couldn't help but wash away the aura in one side of his body, especially the chaotic nerves in his brain, and then grow out. Take a breath.

"It's time to go back to the camp." Rong Zijie squatted beside Zuo Qingyan and said.

Zuo Qingyan still had his eyes closed, his handsome face wrinkled into a ball, Rong Zijie's voice was like a buzzing fly, he couldn't help but waved his hand, almost hitting Rong Zijie's face.

"Understood." Zuo Qingyan grabbed his messy long hair and sat up on the grass, "There are still a few houses that haven't been cleaned up, let's take a look."

"Are you still determined?" Rong Zijie was speechless at his tenacity.

"I don't believe I can't find any good things!" Zuo Qingyan clenched his fists to the sky and shouted.

"..."

Zuo Qingyan didn't care that his snow-white robe was covered with grass clippings and dirt, and continued to go to the next place where he could find treasures.

Rong Zijie looked up at the sky without any haze, feeling desolate in his heart.

"Oh, Jie Jie, come and see what I found!" A familiar howl sounded from the distant hillside, and Rong Zijie felt more and more that this guy's roar was similar to that of a zombie.

Rong Zijie moved slowly to Zuo Qingyan's location. It was an ordinary wooden house, but there was a garden behind the house. Around the garden, a spirit gathering array was used to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. There were many ungrown fairy grasses planted in the garden. , "Plants?" Rong Zijie squatted in front of the flowerbed to check these plants. The plants on the earth are different from the plants he knows. The plants on his home planet are poisonous and aggressive. Even vines are often poisonous. Thorns, there are even explosive ones that can be frozen... all kinds of magic.

"These fairy grasses are good things, although they haven't matured yet, forget it, pull them out and find someone to sell them for some spirit stones next time, I'm so poor now." Zuo Qingyan started to grab the fairy grass on the ground without mercy. Grass, the action is a bit rude, but the technique is quite skilled.He took out a small medicine hoe from the Qiankun bag, and dug up the grass jelly root and ground with a few strokes.

He studied wood-based exercises and has experience in plant cultivation.

"It's a pity, these fairy herbs are not tasty, and I don't know how to make alchemy, hey..." Zuo Qingyan said regretfully.

Rong Zijie no longer wanted to discuss the food issue with him, and numbly leaned against the wooden house, waiting for him to pack up the rest of the jelly grass.

There was silence in Sanxiu Valley, only the sound of someone panting and the sound of the medicine hoe digging the soil.

In the late autumn, Sanxiu Valley is full of crimson maple leaves. Walking on the wooden bridge and walking across the gap between the two peaks, Rong Zijie looked down, and there are trickling streams and springs under the deep mountains and valleys. There are many maple trees in the mountains. Orange red, fiery and beautiful.

"The scenery here is really good." Rong Zijie couldn't help but praise.

Zuo Qingyan immediately pushed his nose up and rubbed his face: "Of course, this is Sanxiu Valley. Is it possible that ordinary people can see the place where the masters live?"

Rong Zijie gave him a squinting look. This zombie that was covered in mud and looked like it crawled out of the mud, how could it look like an outsider?

The mountain was full of maple red, and the two walked along the wooden bridge, sweeping the last few houses, but unfortunately they found nothing.

Zuo Qingyan finally gave up and sacrificed his flying sword to go back to the snow mountain camp to have a good meal. Rong Zijie reluctantly jumped up and hugged Zuo Qingyan's waist - the waist is quite thin, just the muddy smell on his clothes The smell is really tormenting.

The flying sword roared up, and a white light streaked across the blue sky. The guy driving the flying sword was still working his mouth, and he seemed to be eloquent all the way.

Both of Rong Zijie's hands were used to hug Zuo Qingyan, and he really couldn't spare his hands to plug his ears, so he could only frown and listen to him raving all the way.

"Jie Jie, look at the desert below. I heard from my master that this place used to be a forest. As a result, a group of people came here to cultivate terraced fields. The trees were all cut down, and the food was also dried up."

"Conservation of water and soil is very important. The slope of this hill exceeds [-] degrees, which is completely unsuitable for building terraced fields. The land area is small and the economic benefits are not high. In addition, the climate here..."

"I just think it's a pity. I used to be able to come here to catch rabbits and barbecue when I went out, but now I can only face a piece of yellow sand." Zuo Qingyan also felt a pity, and said a little sadly.

"..." Rong Zijie closed his mouth. Why did he discuss environmental issues with a paramecium?It's really strange. Could it be that the environment of the earth has caused his genes to mutate?

"Ah, it's too bad, the spiritual power is not enough!" Zuo Qingyan let out a low cry, and the flying sword quickly swooped down to the ground.

"You..." Rong Zijie didn't have time to shout at him, the speed of his fall had already forced him to hold Zuo Qingyan's waist tightly and try to stabilize his body.Although I have received similar free-fall training, but... but at a height of several thousand meters, no one can be calm!

Zuo Qingyan quickly mobilized the remaining spiritual power to stabilize the fall, and the flying sword dived obliquely towards the ground, the speed dropped a bit. After a while, the yellow sand was close in front of him. Zuo Qingyan opened the barrier, only to hear a bang, The surrounding loess was blown away, and the two of them lay down in the pit one by one, and the flying sword hummed miserably twice, completely silent.

"I want to complain!" Rong Zijie moaned looking at the blue sky above his head.

"Falling from a height, anyway, it's not the first time." Zuo Qingyan, who was lying on the loess pile, was very calm, turned over lazily, and wiped off the sand on his face.

Rong Zijie chanted for a while about driving without a license, illegally carrying people and complaining about insurance, his heart finally dropped from [-] per minute to [-] per minute, and his whole body ached.He touched the computer in his pocket. It was solid and reliable, and it was not broken. Rong Zijie got up and moved his limbs to make sure that his body was not damaged, but a little weak.

The sight of resentment made Zuo Qingyan blink uncomfortably, and he argued: "It can't be my fault, I usually absorb the aura of heaven and earth while flying, and it doesn't matter how long I fly..."

"What about today?" Rong Zijie asked through gritted teeth.

"Oh, the sky and the earth changed drastically a while ago, and a lot of spiritual energy has dissipated. Now the spiritual energy in the world is not as high as Bai Yi used to be. It's normal that it can't be replenished for a while. I didn't pay attention to it just now. Anyway, we are all fine. , don't worry about it like this." Zuo Qingyan said irresponsibly.

"Spirit energy dissipated? What's going on?" Rong Zijie asked subconsciously when he heard the unfamiliar term.

"I don't know either. I was in seclusion at the time, but suddenly my spiritual energy decreased. When I left the seclusion, I found zombies everywhere. I went back to Sanxiu Valley to ask about the situation. You saw it too. There was no one at all. I suspect everyone It’s time to leave here, after all, the amount of aura is so scarce, it’s impossible to continue cultivating.” Zuo Qingyan tugged on his clothes with a wry smile and said, “It’s not even enough to replenish the aura that is usually lost... There is no pill to replenish aura It will be very troublesome to do anything with medicine, just like flying sword, I guess you have to rest for a whole day to replenish your spiritual energy after flying such a stick of incense."

"It means that your unqualified aircraft needs a whole day to recharge when its energy is exhausted?" Rong Zijie asked with a cold face.

"Ah? It's about the same..." Zuo Qingyan replied, guessing the meaning of his words.

Rong Zijie always thought that Zuo Qingyan was a guy with Kong Wuli and a zero IQ, but seeing his weak appearance with exhausted spiritual power, he silently crossed out the word Kong Wuli.

"...Then what should we do now?" Rong Zijie took out the microcomputer and began to search the surrounding maps and the location of the snow mountain camp, "There are still 6 kilometers away from the camp, and our average pace is about [-] kilometers per hour, according to our physique There is no need to rest halfway, and you can reach the camp in five hours—if you don’t encounter zombies on the way, but this probability... is almost zero.”

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