I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 32: Every Failure Makes You Smarter

"Wait, why are you riding back?"

Just as Feng Xue was reflecting on himself, Liu Yunxi beneath him suddenly cried out in surprise. Feng Xue was a little surprised when she heard it.
"You actually know the way?"

"Nonsense! If you still don't recognize it after running back and forth, you're a fool!" Liu Yunxi said with disdain. Feng Xue laughed in his heart, but still explained:
"I don't know much about this area and I don't know where to go, so I just follow the railway."

"But you're walking on a dirt road!" Feng Xue couldn't help but laugh at Liu Yunxi's occasional illiteracy, so she tentatively explained:

"Railways aren't for people to walk on, they're for trains to walk on. And the train station I know of is right next to the port city. So, if we just circle around the port city, we'll find the railway. Then, if we walk in the opposite direction along the railway, we're sure to come across a big city."

"I don't understand." Liu Yunxi gave a concise answer. Feng Xue was not surprised by this and did not explain to Liu Yunxi what a train was. Anyway, as long as he saw it...

"Uuuuuu——"

Sometimes it was just such a coincidence. At this moment, the sound of a whistle suddenly came from afar. Feng Xue followed the sound and pedaled. With a bumpy ride, the Liuxian brand bicycle was at full power and rushed towards the source of the sound...

But it is obvious that even if the bicycle is a monster, it cannot catch up with the train. Feng Xue didn't care. At least, he did see the railroad tracks.

Riding slowly along the railway, Feng Xue found that it was too boring to travel in such a hurry, so he simply took out two candles and stuck them on the handlebars, intending to practice the output of magic power while riding.

He was not afraid of falling. After all, he had already mastered the "high-speed chanting" to the level of six words per second. Before he lost his balance and fell to the ground, he could turn Liu Yunxi into a cushion.

only……

"Wax dripped on me!"

As the candle burned, Liu Yunxi couldn't help but protest, but Feng Xue was speechless:
"Your handle is made of iron, and you're still afraid of being burned?"

"Whether it's hot or not is secondary. What's really uncomfortable is! You wouldn't like sticky things stuck on your head, would you?" Liu Yunxi complained, but she wasn't too angry in her heart. The protest was just an attitude, indicating that she "was not willing to repay the loan in this way." But on the other hand, Feng Xue's various actions that went against her wishes and caused her discomfort could also be considered as reducing her debt.

But you can't think too deeply about this matter, otherwise if it is regarded as tacit approval by human beings, it will be a big joke!

Fortunately, Liu Yunxi is at least a cultivator, so he has the ability to eliminate distracting thoughts.

Feng Xue didn't realize that he was inadvertently helping Liu Yunxi with spiritual training. He just stared at the two candles and kept adjusting the output of his magic power.

Now that he has bought the spirit ghost, but if he wants to start practicing the art of controlling ghosts, he must at least be able to use the lightning spell, otherwise he may not even be able to make the spirit ghost recognize him as his master.

Practicing while riding a bike, the speed was naturally not very fast. After two hours, he had only ridden less than ten kilometers. Seeing a rather classic stall on the side of the road, Feng Xue couldn't help but be a little surprised, and immediately slowed down and moved over.

As the distance closed, an old man sitting under a canvas booth smoking a pipe came into view. Seeing that there was no bus stop nearby, Feng Xue couldn't help but be surprised. He looked over his shoulder and found that it was indeed an old man with more than ten years of life left. Then he moved closer.
"Old man, are you doing business at this stall?" "You..." The old man opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he saw Feng Xue pushing a beautiful little bicycle and wearing nice clothes, and his fair skin and no sunburn marks on his face, he immediately changed the subject and said:

"Ahem, this young man doesn't know that although the railway is convenient, it is made of iron. There are always people who want to take advantage of it. Bandits and robbers may want to take a few pieces back and beat them into swords, and some fools may want to use it to buy more kitchen knives and hoes.

"Although it might not happen once every month, if it does happen, regardless of whether we can catch the person or not, if there are other cars along the way, it would be dangerous. You know, these days, most people who can take the train are people of status, so this route naturally needs to be patrolled back and forth, so that if something goes wrong, we can notify them in time.

"But the two stations are over a hundred miles apart, and it's impossible to set up barracks every now and then. Giving every patrolman a bicycle is even more impossible. In the end, we all decided to set up some stalls on the road to give those patrolmen some water. Young master, you might as well take a break here. I don't have anything else here, but I do have a bowl of hot tea."

"I see." Feng Xue nodded silently, but did not dare to be careless.

After being tricked by the rickshaw driver, Feng Xue realized that he should not underestimate anyone. Now, after thinking about it carefully, he could sense something.

Although the old man's words were simple, he was actually pointing to himself. What he said was indeed true, but if you think about it carefully, you will understand that this is not a job that ordinary people can take on. Not to mention the wild beasts and bandits in the wilderness, just collecting money from those patrolmen is a technical job. These words not only mean that he has a backer, but also warn him that there are often soldiers he is familiar with going back and forth on this road.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue took out a few copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the tea table next to the old man, and said casually:

"I am indeed a little tired, so I'll borrow your place to rest for a while."

The old man glanced at the copper coin, reached out and took it into his palm, but his eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking about something.

Just when he wanted to ask Feng Xue if he wanted some hot water, he saw the young man wave his hand and took out a steel cup from somewhere.

When the cup was unscrewed, the water that was poured out was actually emitting white steam. The old man's eyes narrowed and he immediately put aside his unnecessary thoughts.

Seeing that the old man was stunned, Feng Xue nodded secretly in his heart. In this world, the existence of Xuan Xiu was not a secret. Showing that he was different could avoid a lot of trouble. Now that he had the Hu Tian Pocket, he no longer had to carry a large bag that would attract attention, which should reduce some danger.

Of course, Feng Xue was also very clear that not everyone would fall for this trick, just like the armed soldiers in Ping'an County would be afraid of an ordinary person with extraordinary clothes, but Hong Kong had seen many rich gangsters robbing people on the street. There were also strong men in the world who would rob Xuan Xiu even more when they saw him, and there were also fools who didn't even know what Xuan Xiu was and just thought he was a magic trick.

"In short, it's better to be cautious."

Feng Xue muttered to himself, brought Liu Yunxi to his side, then closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation. After squeezing out just enough energy to wrap around himself, he closed his eyes and began to rest.

Feng Xue spent most of yesterday cycling, which means her body had been soaking in a vital energy bath for three consecutive days. Now she probably has to walk with her legs apart.

It is interesting to say that although this vital energy is extracted from his body, his body will be slightly enhanced by soaking in the vital energy. Although it is not much, it can be regarded as a reversal of the meter (Note ①).

(End of this chapter)