I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 617,

The bean pod magic tool is inconspicuous from the outside, but the four walls inside are smooth and flat, revealing a faint light. The surface is covered with a thin layer of transparent wax, which is as lovely as jade.

The space for ritual implements was not large, with a few straw cushions placed on the floor.

Feng An and the woman surnamed Lin exchanged a few polite words. After everyone took their seats as host and guest, the woman surnamed Lin closed her eyes to rest. Feng An naturally did not speak either, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Yang Zhao looked around and had no idea who was operating the magic weapon or how it was being operated.

Seeing that everyone was silent, she shifted her gaze to the wall, raised her hand and gently stroked the wall, and a huge life force slowly flowed under her hand.

Yang Zhao was startled and couldn't help but let out a cry.

"Live……"

"What's wrong?" Looking at the dazed Yang Zhao, Feng An's eyebrows relaxed and asked, "Did you see anything interesting?"

Yang Zhao touched the wall curiously, his eyes filled with shock.

"Senior Feng'an, how come this... this magical weapon is alive?"

"What you said, which one of the people pulling the cart and holding the shaft is not alive?"

Yang Zhao was a little confused by what he said.

"No, the oxen and horses that pull the cart are living creatures, but this...isn't this a magic weapon? Don't magic weapons need to be refined? Could it be a spiritual pet?"

"This is a magic weapon. Who says a magic weapon can't be alive? Isn't that murderous aura on your wrist also alive? Why do you still look like you have never seen the world?"

"what?"

"Senior Feng'an, please stop teasing me. How can the one in my hand be the same as Senior Lin's magic weapon? Although mine has intelligence, it is truly a dead object without any vitality."

Yang Zhao's mind was a little confused, but he suddenly reacted and put on a smile.

"I don't know if Senior Lin has any intelligence, but he looks like he can still bear fruit. However, I can't tell what his cultivation level is. If he has no cultivation level, why...?"

"The little girl has a very sharp eye."

Feng An laughed: "I don't know whether this magic weapon will bear fruit, but it blooms every year. The fragrance is elegant, but the shape of the flower is not very beautiful."

"It's not surprising to say that. I, the Ye Zhang Temple, believe that the most important and precious thing in the world is that trace of life. So our magic tools are cultivated from seeds. We don't call it refining magic tools, we call it planting magic tools."

hiss~~

A name suddenly appeared in Yang Zhao's mind, Xu Xiake.

How could a person who had no achievements in his official career be remembered for generations?
"Xu Xiake's Travels".

In ancient times, most people could not travel more than a hundred miles, so what Xu Xiake saw and heard was truly eye-opening.

And now, if Yang Zhao wrote a book called "Yang Zhao's Travels", and wrote nothing else but her experiences along the way, it would probably make her famous in history.

"Senior, could it be that this plant is naturally able to travel quickly underground?"

"Yes, there is a trace of racial talent, but this talent depends on itself. It cannot be used unless the cultivation level reaches the Nascent Soul stage."

Feng An smiled slightly, with a hint of pride on his face.

Yang Zhao's heart was slightly shocked, and he felt that his eyes had been opened.

If this plant cultivates on its own, it will not be able to display the ability to travel underground until it reaches the Nascent Soul stage. However, if a plant wants to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, even with the best opportunity, it will take hundreds of years.

But this Ye Zhang Temple has such means...

In this world of cultivation, you really have to rely on yourself.

The venue for this four-party conference is in the Qingyi Divine Realm, which is a neighbor of the Yezhang Temple.

When he heard about neighbors, Yang Zhao thought the two places were very close, but it turned out that they had walked nearly 30,000 miles.

During this period, we surfaced twice to rest, both times at the Ye Zhang Temple.

Same building, same big tree, same scale.

Even the people in the temples had the same expressions and attitudes when they saw Feng'an. Their movements of lowering their heads and avoiding the view from afar seemed as if they had practiced it thousands of times.

If it weren't for the different mountains and flowers and plants, Yang Zhao would have thought he had not left the original place.

However, this journey also made Yang Zhao realize that the territory controlled by the Ye Zhang Temple was incredibly large.

She couldn't help but wonder whether there was a folk political system in the upper realm of Baiyu. However, judging from the wide distribution of the Ye Zhang Temple, even if there was a folk political system, it was probably related to the Ye Zhang Temple.

The third ascent point was a mountain pass. In the distance were endless mountains, with white snow covering their heads and floating clouds around their waists. They were so majestic that there was no end in sight.

The woman surnamed Lin stretched out her hand and threw a talisman into the sky. The talisman flew straight forward and disappeared into the embrace of the mountains like a bird flying into the forest.

After a moment, a cold wind suddenly blew, bringing with it the smell of ice and snow.

The woman surnamed Lin nodded slightly and said softly, "Thank you."

Then he led everyone into the magic weapon. This time they did not dive underground again, but slowly rose into the air and continued to move forward.

This magical weapon can actually fly in the sky? But its speed is not as fast as on the ground.

Looking at the completely different way of traveling, Yang Zhao curiously asked Feng An next to him.

"Is this the territory of the Blue Wing Divine Realm?"

"The Blue Wing Divine Realm is just so stingy."

Feng An nodded in agreement, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"They are not good at earth magic, and they also don't allow people from the Ye Zhang Temple to travel underground. Their minds are not much bigger than a needle's nose."

Looking at the mountains getting closer and closer, Yang Zhao couldn't help but think.

Uh... the Qingyi Divine Realm must have suffered a loss.

The territories of the Qingyi Divine Realm and the Yezhang Divine Temple are adjacent to each other. The two neighbors are inseparable, so it is inevitable that war will break out over time.

Yang Zhao was frightened by the Ye Zhang Temple's ability to escape underground.

Although she couldn't tell the direction underground these two days, she could still estimate the speed of the vehicle.

At least it was not slower than when she was flying in the sky, and it was even a few points faster. The most important thing was that as a passenger in the magic weapon, she did not feel any violent vibration or noise.

Highly concealed.

Yang Zhao had never been on a plane or a high-speed train, so he didn't know which one was faster, his flying speed or the other.

But since she achieved the Golden Elixir, she had a vague feeling that if she flew at full speed in the air, her speed could exceed that of a passenger plane.

By analogy, under the dark and hidden land a hundred meters away, there is an army that is moving freely at the speed of an airplane.

high speed.

Not to mention actually facing such an enemy face to face, just thinking about it is enough to make one's hair stand on end.

As an old neighbor of the Ye Zhang Temple, the Qingyi Divine Realm must have suffered a lot in this regard, which is why it has set such a rule in its own territory.

However, this rule is also to guard against gentlemen, not villains. When two armies are fighting, there are naturally no rules or regulations.

As Yang Zhao was thinking, the flying magic weapon had already passed over the mountains, and the view in front of him suddenly became clear.

The brilliant sunshine filled the entire world, the sky was clear blue, and dotted with stars.

The mountains are vast for tens of thousands of miles, and the snow is three thousand feet high.

The Qingyi Divine Realm is located in the Yezhang Temple, overlooking the surrounding area and is a strategic location.

Such an absolute expanse of alpine snowfield has been stained with countless blood and buried countless heroic souls.

While Yang Zhao was daydreaming, he inevitably noticed the movements of the woman named Lin.

Feng An said she was old, but Yang Zhao couldn't tell exactly how.

He couldn't tell, nor did he dare to ask. He even didn't dare to look at Yang Zhao when they met, for fear that a strand of hair would move and offend this big man. But what does a cultivator look like when he gets old?
Do cultivators know that they are old?
Will cultivators suffer from the backlash of their cultivation when they get old?

The troubled thoughts were like the dark green water plants, entangling Yang Zhao and seeming to want to drag her into the water.

"Yang Zhao"

"exist."

Yang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and saw the woman named Lin who had already stood up. He quickly stood up and walked behind Feng An.

"Senior Feng'an, this is..."

Feng'an raised his arms and two attendants helped him to straighten his clothes.

"The Blue Wing Divine Realm has sent someone to pick us up."

"it is good."

Watching others busy themselves, Yang Zhao also performed a Cleansing Technique on himself to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes.

After a few breaths, the entire magic weapon slowly cracked apart, and a ray of sunlight shone down, filling the room with the breath of ice and snow.

Looking up, they saw a flock of birds circling slowly not far away. When they saw Yang Zhao and his companions stop, they spread their wings and flew towards them.

A small green bird stood out from the crowd and opened its mouth to speak.

"Su Li from the Qingyi Divine Realm, greetings to Senior Feng An."

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few years. Junior Brother Su's wings have become more and more beautiful. It seems that your cultivation has improved a lot."

"I ask for your good words, Senior. This is not a place to stay for long. Please get on the boat."

As it spoke, the turquoise bird spread its wings, and a white feather fell off, floating down the wind to everyone's feet.

The woman surnamed Lin waved her hand and collected the bean pod magic weapon in mid-air.

The feathers below suddenly grew larger, firmly supporting everyone's feet.

Ten thousand meters above the sky, a white feather streaked across the sky and fell into a large rift valley. In an instant, all the ice and snow in the sky disappeared, and a sea of ​​green came towards them.

This rift valley is thousands of miles wide, and the mountains and valleys are filled with green. A river a hundred meters wide flows slowly in the rift valley, and a big city stands on both sides of the river.

Yang Zhaoding looked carefully and saw various plants crowded together in the canyon, with tall branches and broad leaves, intertwined vines, and flowers growing on old stems.

It looks like a tropical rain forest no matter how you look at it.

Snow-capped mountains, rainforests, rivers, and big cities, what a fantastic and bizarre scene.

Yang Zhao couldn't help but sigh inwardly: No wonder everyone likes traveling.

This scene loses its original color whether it is shown on TV or in a movie.

Only by walking into it in person can you feel the awe-inspiring power of nature.

Just as he was feeling emotional, a group of people came rushing over, weaving in and out of the flock of birds like swimming fish, protecting Feather on both sides.

Feng An pointed at the group of people that came later.

"These are from the Ye Zhang Temple. They are here to pick us up."

Not long after, the group stopped at the foot of a hill outside the city.

Dozens of people gathered at the foot of the hill. Except for the two leaders and two Nascent Soul cultivators, the rest were all in the Golden Core stage. When they saw the feather falling to the ground, they all came forward and immediately protected Feng An.

The turquoise bird landed on the ground and turned into a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Feng An with both hands.

"Senior Feng'an, this is the pass for this conference, please keep it."

Feng An took the jade slip, looked at it for a few seconds, and put it into his sleeve.

"I came here suddenly this time, please come and pick me up."

"It is my honor to serve Senior Feng'an for a while."

After saying this, he led all the birds in a salute and farewell, then turned around, turned into a little bird, and led the team away.

Looking at the flock of birds flying away, Feng An chuckled.

"The people of the Blue Wing Divine Realm care most about their fur. Nothing can make them happier than praising their fur."

Everyone in the Ye Zhang Temple responded.

"That's what Uncle Master said."

Yang Zhao knew that this was advice to him and was grateful, but he was thinking about how to say goodbye and find people from Da Zhou.

Feng An stopped talking, turned his head and glanced around, walked forward ten steps, squatted down under a big tree, and lowered his head to face a small sapling less than a foot tall.

The branches of this young sapling are crooked, and its leaves are small and yellow, making it look lifeless.

"You are also pitiful, born in such a desperate situation. Are you willing to be my substitute and be reborn in my Ye Zhang Temple in the next life?"

Yang Zhao stood behind the crowd, very puzzled. Could such a small sapling have intelligence? Could it understand what Feng An said?
But after a while, the sapling moved without wind, and it seemed to agree.

"Well, since you promised me, I won't break my promise."

Feng An chuckled, stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped the leaves, then stood up and waited quietly.

The dozens of people behind him fell silent, and all their eyes were focused on the sapling.

Looking at the malnourished saplings, Yang Zhao carefully sensed the peaceful spiritual energy around him. He was confused and didn't know what these monks were waiting for.

But after a while, Yang Zhao knew what they were waiting for.

The sapling grew taller and thicker rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Almost in the blink of an eye, the sickly sapling became a tree stump one meter high and half a meter wide.

The branches on the stump extend backwards, overlapping each other up and down, weaving into a wide fence.

The stump then began to compress downward, becoming longer in diameter and shorter in height.

In the end, the tree stump stopped changing when it became a small wooden platform with a diameter of one and a half meters and a height of one foot.

A circle of green branches surrounds the small wooden platform, like a railing.

Nodding with satisfaction, Feng An raised his legs and stood on the wooden platform.

"Let's go."

The sapling slid slowly and evenly on the ground.

Yes, a kind of sliding, like skiing and skating, the sapling slid across the ground without any bumps.

Pinching his index finger, Yang Zhao hated himself for not taking out his cell phone to record the video.

As he had stayed in the Ye Zhang Temple for one night, Yang Zhao's original mobile phone had run out of battery, so he couldn't take out another phone to record the video.

It was such a strange scene that I failed to record it on my mobile phone, so it was wasted.

The hill here is not high, and dozens of houses have been built from top to bottom.

The walls are made of huge stones and the roof is made of dense branches, which is the authentic style of Ye Zhang Temple.

Feng'an casually pointed to a small house at the foot of the mountain and asked two attendants to take Yang Zhao to stay there.

"You rest here for a day, and tomorrow we'll go to the city to have a look around."

After saying this, without waiting for Yang Zhao to answer, he went up the mountain surrounded by a group of people.

Yang Chao looked at the crowd going away, and tried to hold back the words of farewell, but still didn't say them.

She had already agreed to help Feng'an with his luck, so it was not good for her to go alone.