Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

After closing the window, Xie Ling followed the prescription on the medicine bottle, took the medicine at noon, and wandered around the room, thinking about whether to take a nap or go out to explore next.

In fact, wanting to sleep is entirely due to a physical impulse. At this moment, he is in good spirits and is not sleepy at all.

Let's explore. People should fish, but they can't fish all the time. For newcomers, the first task is to find out the environment.

According to the game experience, you have to bring a backpack when you go out to explore. Xie Ling thinks that he may not need it this trip, but he is still prepared.

Practitioners' backpacks essentially use space folding technology, and generally appear as rings, bracelets, or small bags.I don't know what Mr. Xuesheng's will be.Xie Ling raised his hand to search, then searched in his sleeves, and finally searched this room again——

Xie Ling got nothing. The only suspicious thing he found was a sachet. He dismantled the thing and found that it was ordinary.

Don’t you cultivators all have storage rings and storage bags?Why don't you?Xie Ling stared blankly, and asked the other Xuesheng Lord Xie Ling in his heart with a blank face.

Of course the answer is impossible to get, only self-improvement and self-reliance to solve the problem.

Xie Ling sat back at the table again, picked up the two introductory tutorials, and searched for knowledge about storage in the books.Perhaps these two books were too elementary, he didn't find what he wanted, so he had no choice but to go to the front hall and search the bookshelves.

—Of course, he closed the door cautiously.

He flipped through the books quickly, and put a lot of useful and useless things into his mind. Finally, he found a clue in a book on refining artifacts: the first artifact in the space chapter is the storage ring—here it is called the Hongmeng Ring. In addition, there are bracelets, pendants, hairpins, chains and other forms, all named after Hongmeng as a prefix.

... It turns out that there is no such thing as nothing.

Xie Ling couldn't help but glanced at her hands, touched her hair again, and said to Xue Shengjun Xie Ling again in her heart: Brother, do you dislike men wearing jewelry?

His expression became a little numb.

It is definitely not possible to refine the weapon on the spot, but Xie Ling had a flash of inspiration, and got inspiration from the word "space" in the space chapter: a character like Xue Shengjun may use a more advanced portable space.

Xie Ling immediately changed the angle, and looked up to find books on space spells on the bookshelf.

The process of searching is easy, but the difficulty lies in understanding and learning. There are two volumes recording space art, which should be rubbings. The handwriting is slightly doubled, and the words are quite obscure.

Xie Ling glanced at it a few times, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face, but he had no choice but to sit on the couch with the book and read carefully.

He used the classical Chinese skills he had learned all his life, read it for about half an hour, barely understood part of it, and learned some theoretical knowledge.

Powerful practitioners are able to manipulate and utilize space.The most basic kind of space technique is to open up a space of one's own—this world is called the mustard space—this can be regarded as half a hammer for "Mr. Xuesheng stores things in an independent space".

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.Xie Ling exhaled lightly, opened the bookstall aside, and decided to start practicing now.

The most important thing in learning space spells is talent.If Xie Ling's reasoning is correct, he must have satisfied this condition.

The second is the control of spiritual power.

Now that he is injured, his cheap senior brother specifically told him not to use his spiritual power—even the basic spell of flying with the sword, his senior brother did not allow him to cast it by himself, which shows how serious the injury is and how delicate it needs to be recuperated.

Fortunately, it is stated in the book that, apart from the need to consume a certain amount of spiritual power to open up the mustard space for the first time, there is no such requirement for subsequent use.

The thing to do is to learn how to "open the door".

Xie Ling let out another breath.He was both nervous and excited.

In the past, this was something he had never thought about.

He stretched out a hand as the book said.Thoughts go first, hands follow closely behind, and lift into the void——

"It's somewhat idealistic." Xie Ling muttered, spreading and clenching her five fingers quickly.He maintained this posture, and after several breaths, there was no reaction around him.

That is, without success.

For the first time, failure is always the main thing, it doesn't matter, come again.

Xie Ling comforted herself and shot again.

The result remains the same.

It was like this the first two times, so don't worry.As Xie Lingxin said, she reached out for the third time.

The result is still...

Fourth, fifth, sixth...

Countless times, Xie Ling failed and got sore.He shook his right hand again and again, drooped it, put it on the couch, and replaced it with his left hand.

He was more or less frustrated and discouraged, but it didn't matter, failure is the mother of success.Xie Ling took a deep breath and continued his idealism attempt.

Time slipped through Xie Ling's open and tightened fingers bit by bit.Xie Ling roughly judged, about two quarters of an hour passed, and he stretched out his hand and retracted it at least a hundred times, and the failure continued.

Xie Ling stared at her fingers, speechless.

After all, he is also a person who wears books, so he has no talent?

This was indeed something he had never thought about before.

Although it has been beaten by the society for several years, who doesn't have a halo dream for the protagonist?I dreamed that in the fantasy world, I was born with unique bones and extraordinary talents, and I could learn high-level spells or martial arts just by learning it casually.

"Failure is definitely not the mother of success." Xie Ling mumbled in a low voice with a slumped face, "Failure alone cannot give birth to another person."

After a while, he said: "Maybe it's because I have studied materialism for too many years, and it is not compatible with this idealist world."

"Cultivation is really troublesome." Xie Ling sighed, relaxed his arms for a while, and planned to drink some water to adjust his state.

He vaguely remembered seeing teapots and teacups here before, and he looked for them in his memory, but both pots and bowls were empty.

Clean is clean...

He had to look for it elsewhere, but he turned around the temple and found no other container that could hold water.

where is the water

Is it still in the well?Or in a river, in a stream, in a pond?

Doesn't that mean you have to fetch water by yourself?Xie Ling made a mistake.Since you want to drink water, it is impossible to bring back only one pot of water at a time, but whether you carry a bucket of water with your hand or carry two buckets of water with a shoulder pole, it does not fit the image of Mr. Xuesheng.People who practice immortality, especially those who have cultivated to the realm of Lord Xuesheng, all have a light touch of a finger, and the water flows over.

Furthermore, as a modern person, he must drink water that has been boiled.After fetching the water, he still needs to find a place to burn it——Cultivation of Immortals uses magic spells or talisman papers to boil water, right?

Xie Ling suffocated.Wearing a book is really troublesome, you have to pretend to be another person, you have to have a concave shape and a temperament, you can't do this and you can't do that.

It might as well be reincarnated and ascended to heaven directly.

Go to hell too.

Xie Ling suddenly felt aggrieved and wronged.The mood became irritable, and he didn't like everything he saw. He walked quickly around the hall, kicked the main couch, walked to the only guest couch, and sat down with a flick of his sleeves.

As soon as he said it, a little light flashed in his mind—to be precise, somewhere in the Lingtai—and the tip of his right index finger felt obvious but small fluctuations in the void.

The next moment, his sight was inexplicably connected to another place.

It is a place that is not bright, but not too dark. It is impossible to describe how big it is. There are many things placed neatly from south to north, and from east to west.

——He quickly realized that this should not be seen directly with the eyes, but the basic setting of the world of cultivating immortals: spiritual consciousness, and the style here is very different from the front hall, but similar in style, it seems to be Lord Xuesheng's mustard space.

?

???

Xie Ling looked left and right, thinking that you looked like a ghost, coming out out of nowhere.

Is this the so-called planting flowers intentionally but not blooming, but planting willows and willows unintentionally?

Fine.

He recognized this, accepted the reality, and carefully looked at what was stored in Mr. Xuesheng's mustard space.

Pills, magic tools, weapons, books, picture scrolls... the most common materials and a type of ore that should be spirit stones.Right now, Xie Ling has no idea of ​​the value of these things, so he just glanced over them, and only saw a sundial and a water clock in a corner, his eyes lit up.

Even if he learned to tell the time by looking at the sun, moon and stars, he still couldn't be accurate to the minute - a timer is a necessity.

But this corner is really a little corner, Xie Ling almost ignored it.It is also fortunate that this is the mustard space, where things can be placed casually, they will not turn ashes.

Xie Ling still wiped them with his sleeve.

A sundial is only useful in sunny places, and it is more appropriate to place it outside the house; a water clock can be placed in the bedroom, but the water has been stagnant for many years, and it needs to be replaced after it is taken out.

This goes back to the previous problem of fetching water.Forget it, there is always a solution.

Doesn't Mr. Xuesheng usually check the exact time?That's right, there is no time in practice, and Mr. Xuesheng is not usually entangled in chores, so he really doesn't need to pay too much attention to time.

Xie Ling pondered in her heart, her thoughts leaping.

He had never used such an ancient thing, and it took him a while to confirm that the water clock was basically usable, and then he went around in the mustard space to light something before taking his consciousness back.

Then he raised his hand again, recalling the feeling when he successfully broke through the space, and swiped his finger.

Almost immediately, he once again perceived the mustard space with his spiritual consciousness.

It worked again.

Hope it's not a Schrödinger skill.Xie Ling fixed his eyes on his fingertips and tried three more times without failing.

Xie Ling finally felt a little better.

At this moment, the shadow of the sun on the mountain has turned, the wind has gradually turned cooler, and the color of the sun has been dyed darker. It falls into the house through the paper on the window panes, blurring a faint and faint tone.

to evening.

Xie Ling wondered how this could happen in secret, and then realized that it was the case. He spent too much time counting the "inheritance" left by Mr. Xuesheng in the mustard space and fiddling with the water clock.

It's time to move and move on to the next thing.Xie Ling got up from the guest couch, and was about to go back to the bedroom to set the water clock, when a voice came from the door:

dong dong dong.

Three knocks on the door, neither light nor heavy.

Xie Ling stopped her raised foot and turned to look at the door.

A voice came from outside the door: "Master, it's me. It's not yet the end of the application period, and it's not the time you said, so I'm here to find you."

It was a boy's voice, sounding gentle, humble and polite.

——Xie Ling's new salted fish apprentice today.

Xie Ling had a premonition of what this guy was going to do, his expression changed again and again, his thoughts changed again and again, and finally he became expressionless.

He cast a few glances at the door, straightened his back, raised his posture, flicked his sleeves, walked to the door with unhurried steps, and opened the door with a creak.

"Are you having a problem?" Xie Ling asked with a calm tone.

The silver-haired and red-clothed boy saluted with a smile, showed the book in his hand to Xie Ling, and said: "I read this book carefully this afternoon, and there are some things that I don't quite understand."

"..."

"........."

Xie Ling glanced at the book, coincidentally, it was one of the two books he had slammed in the bedroom before.

He glanced at Xiao Xun again, and met the young man's beautifully curved eyes.

Just read it again?So you are a study lover?

Thousands of emotions turned to Xie Ling's heart, he continued to look at Xiao Xun with a calm expression, and said, "What don't you understand?"

Xie Ling had brought newcomers when he was working in the company, and he didn't have the habit of standing at the door to explain to others, even though he didn't have the slightest idea, he turned around and let Xiao Xun follow him into the room.

The main couch is not far from the guest couch here, Xie Ling sat on the main couch, Xiao Xun did not go to the guest couch, but obediently stood in front of Xie Ling, and replied seriously: "Master, this book says that the great way is invisible, ruthless, and nameless." , the name is 'Tao', and it is named forcibly, but it does not explain what Tao is."

As soon as this question came out, Xie Ling almost lost his expression.You are different from Aristotle asking Socrates what is the essence of the world?Besides, I'm not Socrates yet.

Headache.

Xie Ling tried his best to restrain the forehead that was about to twitch, and after two or three breaths, he cast his faint eyes on Xiao Xun, and said slowly: "You said that you have read the whole book carefully, then you should have some insights .What do you think is Tao?"

He threw the question back.This was the best way he could think of in this round.

After hearing this, Xiao Xun lightly pursed his lower lip, thought for a while, and replied: "Teacher's opinion... Dao is the rule of heaven and earth, which stipulates right and wrong, black and white, good and evil, and people must abide by it, otherwise they will end badly."

Your answer is really ingenious, as general as a textbook, and as rigid as a bad old man.Xie Ling was expressionless, staring at Xiao Xun's immature, beautiful and delicate face that is unique to young people, glanced down halfway, and said: "Everything can be said, everything has its own way , the way of all things is different.”

Although he was talking nonsense in a serious manner, his speaking speed was still so unhurried, and his tone was cold and indifferent.

The light in the room was a little darker than before, reflecting the bluish blue robe on Xie Ling's body a few degrees darker, like jet black.Xiao Xun's eyes flicked from Xie Ling's clothes hanging outside the couch, moved up along his fingers and arms, and looked at those half-closed eyes that couldn't see clearly.

For a moment, a gloomy light flashed across Xiao Xun's eyes.

He lowered his voice a bit, with doubts in his words: "The things that master mentioned include the ephemeral mayflies, the ants that are low in the dust, the dewdrops that dissipate when they are illuminated, and... those who live in the dark , to be a monster punished by heaven?"

It's a good question, and it's specific.Xie Ling felt relieved that a child can be taught, the villain in his heart nodded repeatedly, his thoughts changed, and he said:

"Mayflies live and die at night, and life at night is life. Ants live in the dust, but they are also wise and courageous. Dew also has its own reason for existence. You say it dissipates after being illuminated, but you know it is just a change. It exists in a form that floats in the air you breathe and circulates in the breeze you walk."

Xie Ling is glad that she copied many sentences and articles when she practiced calligraphy, thanked herself for receiving 12 years of compulsory education, and felt that she had watched enough miscellaneous books and dramas in these years, and was fast enough to compete with others while surfing the Internet. , when a point is found, the concept output can be carried out crazily.

However, in this ancient world of cultivating immortals, when exporting concepts, the pause of speech is very particular.

After talking about Luzhu, Xie Ling made a pause, glanced lightly at Xiao Xun, raised his jaw, his eyes fell into the void, and said: "As for monsters and monsters...natural selection, survival of the fittest."

"Also, right and wrong are never clear in this world. And black and white, good and evil, are often not what people imagine and see."

Concept output also needs to be left blank.Up to this point, Xie Ling was completely silent.He even wanted to leave like this, leaving space for Xiao Xun to think about it by himself.

But this is not very authentic, the children come to ask sincerely.

silence.

Both fell silent.

Xiao Xunchu stood in front of Xie Ling, thinking for a long while with his eyebrows downcast, then he suddenly smiled with his eyes bent, raised his hands, and gave Xie Ling a salute: "Master and disciple have talked so much, disciple has realized a lot. .Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

Xie Ling nodded, and said casually: "You don't have to call yourself like that all the time."

Xiao Xun smiled and said yes.Xie Ling wanted to leave with a flick of his sleeves, but Xiao Xun changed the subject and said to him: "Today is in a hurry, but I haven't served the apprentice tea to the master. Would the master drink a cup of tea made by the apprentice?"

Make tea?Good reason to boil water.Xie Ling was awakened by Xiao Xun's words, and immediately left, saying: "Yes."

Xiao Xun immediately took action.There wasn't much free space on the long table in front of the east window, and there was no other table here, so he set up a tea table not far from Xie Ling.

Xie Ling noticed that this person used his sleeves for storage, and thought that this design is really good.

The light in the room was really dim, Xiao Xun blinked, took out a flint from his sleeve, walked past several lamp stands, and lit them one by one.

After doing this, he stopped abruptly, as if he had woken up after doing something wrong, carefully looked at Xie Ling, and said apologetically: "When I saw the room was dark, I habitually turned on the lamp, without asking Master's opinion, Master please punish."

This is not an issue at all for Xie Ling.Not only that, but Xiao Xun was more pleasing to the eye.He has long been impatient with the dimness, and because he can't light a lamp in the air, he can only endure like a statue.

What the senior brother said is right, having an apprentice doing chores really relieves the burden.

"It doesn't matter." Xie Ling said, "Since you are worshiping under my sect, you can treat Hefeng as your own home, and you don't need to be restricted in what you want to do."

"Thank you, Master." Xiao Xun smiled again, went outside to fill a pot of water and came back, put tea sets and tea pots on the tea table, and lit a small stove to boil water.

Xie Ling noticed again, this apprentice used charcoal to light the fire.

The charcoal fire is good, although the smoke is heavy, it is kind.

"On the way to the sect, I bought good tea from a traveling merchant. There are Guzhu purple bamboo shoots and mengding nectar, which one would you like to drink, Master?" Xiao Xun happened to raise his head, meeting Xie Ling's gaze and asked.

Your master, I want to drink milk tea with three-point sugar, iced chia pudding, cream and crushed Oreo biscuits, preferably with oolong tea base.Xie Ling murmured resentfully in her heart, her tone was as calm and indifferent as before: "It's all right."

"Then let's make Guzhu purple bamboo shoots." Xiao Xun made a choice for him, putting away one tea pot and uncovering the other, "Master, do you like strong tea, or light tea?"

"Clean tea."

Xiao Xun had a good face and beautiful hands. His fingers were slender and well-defined. Under the flickering lights, they were as white as jade and porcelain.Following Xie Ling's answer, he picked up the wooden clip, took out a handful of tea leaves from the tea pot, and put them into the cup.

No one spoke, only the sound of boiling water in the room.

After a while, the water on the stove was still not boiling, but Xiao Xun stretched out his hand to probe it, then extinguished the fire, lifted the pot and poured water into the cup.

The tea leaves rolled in the cup, and white mist rose.Xiao Xun discarded the first course of tea, poured the second course of water, let it stand still for a while, then poured it into the justice cup, and then divided it into tea bowls.

He offered tea to Xie Ling with both hands.

But Xie Ling was thinking: I have been staring at it all the time, your water was brought down from the fire before it boiled.

After thinking about it, he still stretched out his hand.This tea bowl is rather mysterious, delicate and cool in the hand, the temperature of the tea drops rapidly, it is suitable for drinking at this moment.Xie Ling drank half a bowl and put it on the small table in front of the bed.

Xiao Xun asked: "How does Master feel?"

"It's still sweet." Xie Ling spoke out her feelings truthfully.

"Guzhu purple bamboo shoots are one of the sweetest among green teas. Maybe this tea is not to Master's taste. Wait until next spring, the apprentice will go find some new tea for Master."

Xie Ling said no.Apart from milk tea, he doesn't know anything about other teas, so naturally he can't say he likes them.Now, no matter what kind of tea it is, as long as it makes him drink the boiled water

The wind was blowing back and forth, the swaying lights and the long shadows made the hall feel like night.Xie Ling wanted to eat - he didn't feel hungry physically, but the habit he had developed for more than 20 years made him feel that he should eat something.

But Xie Ling is the type who mistakenly points mahjong skills to cooking skills, what kind of paste is cooked, takeaway and the restaurant downstairs are his saviors.

There is no takeaway here, and there are no restaurants outside, and the food reserves in this place are completely zero-although hunting is possible on the mountain, but a waste who can burn everything, can he be expected to cook from scratch?

Is it possible to slowly learn to drink northwest wind, get used to drinking northwest wind, until a certain day either soars or crashes?

Then this life is useless, eating and drinking are his favorite things in life.

Xie Ling felt sad.

The next moment, he caught a glimpse of a salted fish apprentice in front of him.Oh, it's time not to call him a salted fish, this person may be a future academic master.

Xie Ling was even more sad.

"Xiao Xun." Xie Ling called out to his apprentice.

Xiao Xun was staring down at the floor tiles, maybe he was thinking about something, or maybe he didn't think about anything, he counted the lines on the floor tiles boredly, when he heard this, he quickly raised his head and replied: "The apprentice is here."

Xie Ling looked at him, Xiao Xun's movements of lighting the fire were very skillful, obviously he had done a lot of work, so he pushed tea and rice...

Xie Ling tried to make a test, but he couldn't open his mouth again.It has nothing to do with Mr. Xuesheng's character design. It is not appropriate to ask someone you just met if he can cook. If he can cook, then you will be the one to cook.

Let's talk about it later.This kid hasn't reached the bigu stage yet, so he needs to eat whole grains. Maybe after they get to know each other well, this guy will take the initiative to invite him to try his handicraft.

So Xie Ling turned around and said, "It's getting late, go get busy with your own affairs."

"Yes, Master." Xiao Xun complied obediently.

Xiao Xun put the justice cup containing half a cup of tea on the small table in Xie Ling's hand, cleaned up the tea table, bowed his hands to Xie Ling and left.

He closed the door graciously.

Xie Ling closed her eyes, waited for a while, and confirmed that Xiao Xun was far enough away, her back, which was sitting upright, suddenly collapsed, collapsing like a deflated ball.

After being paralyzed for a while, he sat up straight again, picked up the justice cup to refill his tea bowl, and drank three bowls in a row.

After drinking, he couldn't help worrying about whether he would have diarrhea if he drank too much.After thinking about it, this is not the body he used to drink treated and disinfected water. His stomach and intestines have long adapted to this water quality, dispelling his worries.

But psychological barriers still exist, and he will still drink boiled water in the future.

"In the future, I will also be a health care person."

With a thud, Xie Ling put down the teacup and said with a sigh.

He thought of his water clock, and finally had the opportunity to go to the bedroom to install the water clock. He got up from the couch, straightened his clothes, and walked out of this "study".

But when he came to the bedroom and pushed the door open, Xie Ling was dumbfounded—it was sunny during the day, he walked around for two or three times, but he didn't find a single lamp here.

How can we start work?

Xie Ling was stunned for a moment, then with a movement of her fingertips, her consciousness plunged into the mustard space.He searched and searched among the many things he knew, things he could barely guess, and things he was not familiar with at all. The water clock that was still squatting in the corner ticked for a long time, and he opened the box and opened a box of night pearls.

Without hesitation, he took a luminous pearl that was bigger than his face, got some materials out, fiddled with it in the bedroom, and hung it above his head like a chandelier.

The room is filled with light.Xie Ling smiled with satisfaction, and with this light, put the water clock in a suitable position.

After finishing this, he slumped into a chair to rest, but after thinking about it, he realized——how to turn off the light when it's time to sleep?

Uninstall it before going to bed and reinstall it the next day?

It's a bit of a toss, it's not appropriate.

Xie Ling had to disassemble his newly assembled chandelier. After thinking about it, he opened the mustard space again, replaced the beads with the size of a face with two ones the size of fists, found two suitable trays, and made two table lamps. On the desk, one by the bed.

In this way, the lights can be turned off perfectly when people leave - just put the Ye Mingzhu in the drawer or the mustard space.

He rested for a while, took the medicine that night, stepped out of the room, and started the plan he had made at noon.

— Go out and explore.

The words are divided into two parts.

After Xie Ling asked Xiao Xun to take care of his own business, the latter really started to do his own business.He didn't go back to the small building, he turned his footsteps out of the front hall, and walked down the path down the mountain.

Road.

What is Tao?He didn't care about this question at all, whether it was the way of heaven or the way of the world, asking Xie Ling a question was just a round of probing.

He was quite curious about this Lord Xuesheng.

Judging from the results, Xie Ling is not as indifferent and rigid as on the surface, and it seems a bit interesting to get along with her.

Xie Ling believes that there is a way to everything, and he can say things that are never clear about right and wrong.But such a person was merciless when he was attacked in his previous life.

Is it because he is his apprentice now that he will say this to him?If so, did he also tell that Xie Fenglue back then?

Probably said it.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xun sneered.

The twilight in the mountains is gradually swallowed by the night, and the details among the branches and leaves of the tall trees and short grass beside the road fade away, leaving only a faint outline.Xiaofeng brushed over the hem of the clothes, creating a rising and falling arc.Xiao Xun took off the antlers hanging on his chest, hooked his fingers on the rope, and swung it round and round.

The silver antlers turned into flashes of light.He asked if the pace was fast, and he walked for a while before arriving at the post station at Hefeng.

There are few people in Hefeng, and only two flying beasts are raised, one is Yungui and the other is Yunhe.The cloud turtle is as huge as a mountain, with a thick and heavy shell on its back.Yunhe, on the other hand, seemed to be alone, slim and graceful, with an elegant posture.

Xiao Xun went straight to Yunhe, put the antlers in his palms, flicked his sleeves, turned over and rode on his back.

"When you go, come to the peak."

Half an hour later, Xie Ling, who was almost lost in the mountains, finally found a transportation station on his own land.It was built on a mountain wall, surrounded by fences on three sides, with a pillar standing outside, and a huge "post" sign on the top.

There are no lights here, but the stars are dotted in the sky, and the glow is overflowing, allowing Xie Ling to see the surroundings clearly.

There was no one around, he first sighed with his face down, and then sighed up to the sky, then shook his sleeves and stretched himself.

Based on his experience in playing games, he prepared a spirit stone in his sleeve in advance as a reward for the flying beast.After stretching and moving his neck, he put the spirit stone in his hand and walked forward.

The post station was getting closer and closer, and when there were only two or three feet away, a dark and ugly-looking thing protruded from behind the fence.

Xie Ling was startled, the spirit stone in his hand almost flew out.

If you look closely, this thing is huge, with a head protruding from the front, somewhat like a snake's head, but rounder, and its eyes are more simple, stupid and smaller than a snake's.It had no neck to speak of, had four legs, and had a shell on its back.

It looks very much like a turtle.

No, what looks very similar, this is a turtle!

You are such a big turtle, do you want to go to Tang Seng in Journey to the West in the future?

Xie Ling had nothing to say, took a step back, then took another step, then stopped, stared at the turtle for a long time, then looked up at the post station's "post" sign for a long time, and finally glanced carefully at the situation inside the fence .

There is one and only one turtle in the station.

So this turtle is a flying beast?

But this place is obviously called Hefeng, why is the flying beast a turtle?

Xie Ling was shocked and extremely dissatisfied.In his imagination, he was riding a crane to and fro between the mountains under the night, with his sleeves fluttering, very gracefully.

The reality is, but the flying beast he chose was only a bulky and huge turtle with eyes narrowed like beans.

Who doesn't know that turtles are slow?

Xie Lingchu remained motionless for a long time.

On the other side of him, the person he complained about slowly rolled his eyes, and slowly began to move towards him. After a long time, he finally moved until the distance between the person and the turtle was only ten feet.

It stretched out its head, its eyes fixed on Xie Ling, and a cylinder rose from the back of the turtle.Xie Ling took a look, there was a cover on the barrel, and a small hole was cut in the center of the cover, obviously it was a coin slot.

Xie Ling: "..."

I haven't said I'm going to get in the car yet, are you so anxious to make money, you old turtle?

Xie Ling secretly exclaimed, it's a pity that she didn't have a choice.

He walked around to the side of the turtle with a slumped face, stepped on the bottom edge of the turtle shell, climbed up, walked to the top step by step, threw a spirit stone into the coin slot, then found a seat on the turtle's back, and said : "Just wander around in the sect."

After finishing the words, the flying beast uttered a low cry, followed by planing with its front feet and kicking with its rear feet——

Dust was raised on all sides, the movement was quite loud and full of momentum.

Xie Ling hurriedly concentrated, secretly vigilant, for fear that this thing would throw him out during take-off.

However, after kicking its hind legs, the tortoise only walked forward...a distance of one foot.

It kicked its legs again and walked another foot.

Xie Ling: "..."

Can your old man fly?Wouldn't it be taking me to climb all over the mountain?Xie Ling felt that she was on a thief ship.

Fortunately, the turtle did not disappoint him.

It moved forward foot by foot, moved to the edge of the mountain road here, stepped out of the mountain with one foot, stepped into the wind, and finally took off.

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Uh, I remember I said that this book is from the master-student years, cp is Xiao Xun's brat

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