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Chapter 65: Punctual Pigeon Honor

Xu Shun just smiled at him and walked away without looking back.

"You will come back. No one in the entire Feiyun Cliff is cheaper than me!" the Taoist shouted behind him.

Xu Shun ignored him and just walked towards Feiyun Cliff.

Feiyun Cliff was much larger than Xu Shun had imagined, and the various flying boats and birds opened Xu Shun's eyes.

Among them was a flying boat, seven stories high, carved entirely from an unknown crystal jade, emitting a soft and mysterious glow.

On both sides of the hull, there are intricate and exquisite carvings, including fairy beasts flying in the clouds, dancing fairies, and magnificent scenes of mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, sun, moon and stars.

As the angle of sunlight changes, the colors of the seven-story flying boat flow between azure, emerald green and light purple, which is beautiful beyond words.

Xu Shun felt envious after seeing this.

"Is this flying boat going to Qingyun Market?" Xu Shun stepped forward and asked.

The person in front of the flying boat was a man wearing a colorful Taoist robe. He showed respect when he saw Xu Shun wearing a purple Taoist robe, but when he saw Xu Shun's cultivation level, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Xu Shun's cultivation is not as good as his, although he is a casual cultivator.

"The Biyun Boat is my master's private boat, not one of those flying boats that carry people." He said in a flat tone.

Even though his tone was flat, Xu Shun could hear his pride.

After all, the most impressive thing in the entire Feiyun Cliff is the Biyun Boat, which attracts countless cultivators to stop and stare at it, exclaiming in amazement.

"Oh! It turns out this is your master's flying boat. I thought it was yours!" Xu Shun said sarcastically.

"..."

The man's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, and he looked at Xu Shun who turned and walked away, without saying anything else.

He just came to Qinghua Sect with his master to do some work, not to cause trouble.

He was not so unwise as to provoke the purple-robed disciples of Qinghua Sect in Qinghua Sect.

Just now, he saw that Xu Shun's cultivation was low and weak, and he couldn't help but speak with a bit of disdain.

He didn't look down on Xu Shun, but envied Xu Shun.

It is such an enviable thing to be able to join a major sect and practice without worries.

Unfortunately, he didn't have such good luck!

Xu Shun didn’t know what the man was thinking just now. He saw a huge white shadow breaking through the clouds and falling down from the sky!

That's a huge bird!
The pure white feathers, pink beak and red claws made Xu Shun recognize at once that it was a pigeon.

A hill of pigeons!

The seven-story Green Cloud Boat looked like a toy next to him.

The huge pigeon flapped its wings gently and landed on the cliff next to Feiyun Cliff in the gentle breeze.

He was too big, and even Feiyun Cliff couldn't stop him.

After the pigeon landed, it cooed twice towards Feiyun Cliff. Several monks walked out from the white feathers on its back and slid down to Feiyun Cliff along the pigeon's wings.

"Hey! Ge Zun is on time today?"

"Fuck! Ge Zun wasn't late today?"

"Oh my god! Ge Zun arrived on time today!"

Xu Shun heard several Taoists around him see pigeons flying, then look at the sun and exclaim in disbelief.

It seems that this pigeon has never been on time, but it was on time today?
"Coo!" The pigeon heard the words of the people on Feiyun Cliff and turned its head to look at them.

It's just on time, what are you making such a fuss about?

Xu Shun could see what was revealed in the eyes of the two pigeons.

The monks on the pigeons' backs walked away one after another, and finally two little pigeons flew out from the back of the big pigeon.

It is said to be small, which is equivalent to the pigeon being relatively small. In fact, the pigeon is about the same size as Xu Shun. The two pigeons flew to Feiyun Cliff and stood there. The gray pigeon on the left said, "From today on, the pigeon must be a punctual pigeon!"

A white dove on the right said: "We, Dovezun Airlines, want to be a good and punctual flight!"

The pigeon on the left said, "It is our honor to provide convenient, fast, comfortable and punctual flight services to all the monks of Qinghua Sect."

“I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! You will definitely raise the price!”

"Yes, I heard this a few years ago."

"It's just two days of being on time, and the next few days it's up to the pigeon master's temperament."

"We are all used to Ge Zun being unpunctual. Now Ge Zun is suddenly on time, but he is still a pigeon!" Several Taoists shouted.

They often take flying boats, so they naturally know what the Gezun flight is like.

Normally, he is never on time, but once he is on time, the price will go up.

"No! We won't raise the price!" The pigeon on the left half-opened its wings and said, "Even if it's on time, our Gezun flights won't raise the price!"

The pigeon on the right said: "No price increase on time, still the same price!"

Some people didn't believe it and asked, "Really?"

"Is it really still two cents?"

The pigeon on the left said, "Of course. If you don't believe me, you can ask the Taoist friend just now."

There was a noise from the crowd, as if confirming what the pigeon said.

Xu Shun found it interesting and asked, "How much does it cost to go to Qingyun Market?"

"Qingyun Market?" The pigeon on the left said, "We are not on the western route, we are on the southern route."

The pigeon on the right said, "Will this young man go to the Ten Rakshasas? The Southern Sea? The Zuxiang Mountain?"

"Uh... forget it!" Xu Shun shook his head and refused.

He wanted to ride on a pigeon and feel what it was like to ride on a mountain of pigeons, but he didn't expect that pigeons and he were not on the same path.

Pigeon, you deserve to die (dog head)!

Xu Shun was about to ask the other flying boats when another Taoist priest in colorful Taoist robes came up.

"I just heard that my junior brother is going to Qingyun Market. I can send you to Qingyun Market for only five cents of green silver!" said the Taoist with a bow.

"Five cents? Why don't you just go and rob it? Isn't the market price two cents?" Xu Shun said, pretending to be very knowledgeable about the market.

"That's wrong!" said the Taoist in colorful robes, "Two Qian boats are small flying boats with small space. It's quite uncomfortable for several people to sit together."

"Although their flying boats won't fall, those cultivators are all at the first or second level of Dragon Tiger. Compared to a Dragon Tiger eighth level cultivator like me, their reliability is much worse."

"...Can the flying boat still fall down?" Xu Shun asked doubtfully.

This flying boat can actually fall down?
Who is such a wimp!
The Taoist in colorful robes said sternly, "Junior brother, you have only practiced for a short time, so I am afraid you don't know. There have been cultivators who died or were injured because of poor control of flying swords. Is it strange that a flying boat could not be controlled and fell?"

"That's true!" Xu Shun nodded.

Xu Shun had actually read in a book about a cultivator who died after falling from a flying sword.

However, this person's name does not appear in the book, which I guess was intentional by the Qinghua sect.

It would be so shameful to fall to death.

Not only did some people fall off flying swords, but some also fell off magical weapons.

The world of immortal cultivation has been passed down for so many years, and there are so many cultivators, so it is not surprising that strange things and accidents happen occasionally.

As long as the base number is large, sows will climb trees.

In the world before crossing over, Xu Shun had heard of someone being crushed to death by his girlfriend...

(End of this chapter)