The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

Chapter 95 Departure
The next day.

The casual cultivators of the inn are about to leave for the last level of Jianzong.

On the edge of a cliff in the suburbs, there are actually several airships hovering in the air in front of the cliff.

This kind of flying boat is driven by Lingshi, and its speed is extremely fast.

"I heard that Jianzong is extremely poor, but now it seems that this is not the case at all." Chengfeng stared at the big boat in front of him for a long while before opening his mouth with emotion.

Fang Qingya asked without knowing why: "Is Jianzong very poor?"

"That's right, sword cultivators are very poor!" Chengfeng glanced at the boat parked in the air in front of him, "I heard that all their money is spent on the spirit sword, and they can't make ends meet on weekdays, and they have to work to support themselves and the sword!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Jinsui raised his head, and saw two senior brothers standing at the bow of the boat, carefully wiping the long sword in their hands.

His expression was focused, as if he was not staring at a sword, but his beloved.

"Brother, can you lend me your sword for a look?"

"Naturally."

He handed over the sword in his hand, and the other senior brother took it with both hands very preciously: "Your wife looks at Zhenli."

Fang Qingya was dumbfounded: "What are they doing?"

Chengfeng: "I don't understand, but I was greatly shocked."

She turned her head to look at Chu Jinsui: "Is it too late for us to leave now?"

"This way!" Seeing them, Su Yao waved to them and shouted, "Come up first! Take you to the last place!"

Chu Jinsui also looked at Chengfeng sincerely: "It seems that it's too late, now I'm really going to board a thief ship."

on board.

Only then did she realize that the space inside was much larger than it looked from the outside, and some formations that shrunk the ground to inches should have been used.

There are many independent rooms in the flying boat, and tea is placed in the hall.

Su Yao happened to be talking to a brother who was driving the flying boat: "one more flying boat has been opened. This accident in the forest of no return has lost many monks. Otherwise, the other two flying boats would not be empty."

"I thought more people would pass this time."

Her expression was pity: "I don't know what kind of accident it was, but so many monks were lost."

"It seems that few people will be able to pass the final question this time."

The brother who sailed the boat nodded sadly: "Yes, it really hurts my heart!"

"An extra flying boat has arrived, how many spirit stones have to be burned this time around, my heart is bleeding!"

He took the case: "In this way, all of us will be distributed to buy forging materials. How much do we have to buy! No need to accept tasks this year!"

……

Chu Jinsui was silent, and it turned out that this was the point of his heartache.

For a moment, I was speechless.

She looked around, there were probably less than a hundred people on this flying boat, much fewer than the people I saw in the Forest of No Return before.

As soon as he got on the flying boat, Chengfeng went to the room to rest, saying that his whole body was sore from yesterday's fall.

She said so, Chu Jinsui knew that she was actually seasick, and couldn't help but start worrying about what she would do if she wanted to use a sword in the future, but then she thought about it, she is a sword, what kind of sword should she use?

Thinking of this, the picture of himself flying with the sword on Chengfeng's back couldn't help appearing in his mind.

She stepped on Chengfeng's back, and Chengfeng kept pointing to the scenery below, and sometimes said a few words of emotion.

!

What the hell! ?
She quickly shook her head to get rid of the weird picture in her head.

Ok?
Her eyes fell on the deck, and the white clothes of the figures on the deck were blown up by the wind.

Chu Jinsui paused and walked over.

"Anything on your mind?"

The moon beside the building is in a trance, and only after hearing her voice: "I thought of something."

Chu Jinsui could tell that the closer he was to Jianzong, the more preoccupied he became.

But since he doesn't want to say it, there's no need to force it. If he wants to confide, he will naturally say it.

She was also lying on the railing, and suddenly thought: "The last time you took me by Yujian, it was the same strong wind that blew on my face."

She squinted her eyes contentedly, and the hair was blown by the wind on her cheeks.

The corners of Moon's lips twitched, her brows relaxed a little: "Yes."

"Huh? Are you all here?"

Chu Jinsui turned his head.

Fang Qingya gnawed on a pancake and was walking from the other side of the deck.

He walked staggeringly, the flying boat was already unstable, not to mention the wind outside was not small.

There is still food on Jianzong's boat?
Chu Jinsui remembered that he did not see the kitchen and food.

Fang Qingya saw her doubts, smiled, and took out a cake from his arms: "I brought it in advance myself, this is called planning for a rainy day."

"call out--"

The flying boat suddenly began to land, and its feet shook for a while.

"Ah! My cake!" Fang Qingya quickly grabbed the railing so as not to fall, but the cake in his hand rolled out.

"Boom!" The flying boat landed steadily on the ground.

Finally stabilized, Fang Qingya immediately ran over to pick up the pancakes, and put them into his arms like a baby: "Don't lose them, I will rely on them to fill my stomach from now on."

The flying boat stopped by the sea, and everyone got off the boat in puzzlement.

The salty sea breeze is blowing, and the beach is soft.

The monk who disembarked looked around suspiciously and couldn't help asking questions.

"Why did you stop here?"

"Is Jianzong in the sea? Didn't he say he was on the mountain?"

"Yes, I heard that sword cultivators have to travel hundreds of miles every day to attend the morning meeting to exercise their bodies."

"Really? Is it so bitter?"

The crowd whispered.

Fang Qingya's back stiffened, and she turned her head: "It can't be so miserable, can it?"

Chu Jinsui spread his hands: "You have to ask your brothers and sisters."

Su Yao stood up: "Don't worry, everyone. Jianzong is hidden in the world and is not here. Wait for me to open the enchantment."

As she spoke, she squeezed a knot between her fingers, and pushed it outward, and complicated light lines lit up in front of her.

The tide splits to one side, and a portal of radiant spiritual power suddenly appears in the air like a mirage.

"This is the road to Jianzong. You need to enter the Spirit Gate and cross this road with your own strength, and then you can pass the trial and become a beginner disciple."

"If you can't pass, everyone will return to their original places."

As Su Yao said, she turned sideways to make way: "it's unqualified to go back to the original place, so please leave by yourself."

Chu Jinsui looked at the majestic gate in front of him.

Not far away, a casual cultivator stepped forward first, and was the first to walk into the spiritual gate.

When the other disciples who were silent saw his movements, they all looked at each other and followed in.

For a moment, everyone walked towards the spiritual gate.

Chengfeng also tugged at Chu Jinsui's sleeve: "Let's go, I'm not feeling well from the boat ride, so hurry to Jianzong and take a good rest."

Lou Bianyue didn't say much, and had already walked to the door.

Fang Qingya scratched his head and followed behind them: "Are you so confident? What if you fail?"

"What if?" Chengfeng turned his head, "There is no just in case, Sui Sui and I join forces, there is no just in case!"

Chu Jinsui looked at his hand held by her with a half understanding.

Is this a strong alliance?realized.

Stepping through the spiritual gate, the vision suddenly darkened.

Then it came on again.

Behind the spiritual gate was a field of ice and snow. She was standing on the ice at this time, with heavy snow flying all over the sky, and the surrounding was empty, only the white snow and the howling cold wind.

And Chengfeng who was pulling her was gone, and there was no one around her, she was the only one on the huge ice.

The cold air broke through her spiritual power and invaded her whole body, causing a biting chill in an instant.

It's so cold... It really isn't an ordinary test, no amount of spiritual power can withstand the cold here.

Chu Jinsui exhaled a breath of white air, looked around and saw that there were no landmarks around, so he had no choice but to move forward.

Suddenly, a voice rang in her ears: "Why do you seek the Tao?"

The sound was far away, as if it came from the sky.

She immediately stood where she was. Is this the last "question"?

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Jianzong, Qingxin Hall.

There are more than a dozen peak masters sitting above the main hall, and everyone is looking at the retrospect mirror below, which is showing every move of the monks who asked.

The suzerain sitting at the top had a kind face: "Do you have any promising disciples? Shuanghua, who do you think is the most talented?"

The peak master named Shuanghua is a female cultivator, dressed in strong clothes, with her long hair neatly tied up, she looked at the retrospective mirror: "I see that the boy in white is not bad, so I might as well let him worship under my sect."

She could tell at a glance that the boy's cultivation base was the highest among the new disciples, and he had great potential.

The peak master who looked like a middle-aged man next to him quit: "This is not good, your sword moves are too soft and soft, it is not suitable for you, in my opinion, he is more suitable to worship under my sect!"

"Qionming! Don't try to rob me of disciples every time!" Shuanghua raised her brows upside down, "Do you want to fight?"

"Hit it! Come out!"

Seeing that they were about to upgrade from bickering to fighting.

The suzerain interrupted them, turned around and asked: "Okay, okay, stop arguing, Hua Yun, do you have any promising disciples?"

When he asked, everyone turned their attention to the white-haired old man who was silently sitting aside.

The old man's eyes were piercing, and he said slowly: "This year's disciples are very talented."

His brows and eyes are calm, neither sad nor happy, as if he is not interested in the scene in front of him.

"Then you have nothing to look forward to?" The peak master next to him couldn't sit still and asked.

Hua Yun shook his head: "It doesn't matter if you like it or not? In the journey of Taoism, what you look at is still personal creation."

"Why are you becoming more and more like a Buddha cultivator." Shuanghua sighed: "Forget it, your lineage has always been like this, and your apprentice is also like you."

"That's right, Jiang Yu is like that old guy Hua Yun all day long!" Qiong Ming said, "Last time I asked him to bring me a little apprentice. Guess what he said, he said that you can't always rely on him when you practice Others, look at this, isn't it carved out of the same mold!"

The suzerain stroked his beard and asked Hua Yun directly: "Do you think any of these monks are suitable for practicing the ruthless sword?"

The Ruthless Sword is famous far and wide, and Sulai is known for being difficult to practice. Countless sword cultivators want to learn it, but they can't even pass the first level of the Ruthless Sword.

However, Xing Zhou Peak has always been a single-line, practicing the ruthless swordsmanship, the peak is too depressed, and the other peak masters deliberately let Hua Yun take in more disciples, so that it can be more lively.

Otherwise, there are only two people alone in such a huge mountain.

One old and one young.

Both of them have the virtue of being unable to beat a fart with three sticks.

Hua Yun looked at the backtracking mirror: "It's still unknown."

(End of this chapter)