Confucian Sword Fairy

Chapter 16 Tiredness
Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

For the past ten days, Song Zhishu has been studying seriously. It is hard to imagine a monk who does not practice hard, but instead goes to study. If this spreads, many people will laugh at him.

However, after ten days of studying, the Confucian righteousness acquired is less and less. There is no other reason, just because I am working behind closed doors. Confucianism, it is difficult to obtain new ideas only from the scriptures. You have to communicate with others and see it with your own eyes. When you see something, you will understand what the article is talking about.

So the idea of ​​going out for a walk became stronger and stronger in my heart.

hum!
At this moment, there was a sound of sword cry from the wooden sword in front of the desk, and the sound of this sword call instantly attracted Song Zhishu's attention.

The dilapidated wooden sword had undergone tremendous changes at this moment. The dirt and wormholes on the sword fell off and repaired by themselves.

The three formations were also completely restored, and the whole flying sword was completely different.

"If there are dozens or hundreds of righteous spirits here, buy a broken spiritual weapon, and after it is repaired, you will really have nothing to fear."

Song Zhishu said to himself.

Of course, this is just my own random thinking. After all, let alone how far away the spirit weapon is, even if it really exists, I can't play the role of the spirit weapon.

If you want to exert the power of the spirit weapon, you must at least practice Qi to a great perfection, if you don't reach the level of Qi training, you can't exert [-]% of the power of the spirit weapon.

Under the current situation, if you get a spiritual weapon, you can only exert [-]% or [-]% of its power at most. Stronger is definitely better than a low-grade magic weapon. The quality of the weapon is there, but the monks who practice Qi at the fourth level are most suitable. Taste magic weapon, cooperate to maximize the power.

After the magic weapon was repaired, Song Zhishu didn't hesitate anymore. It would be better to finish the job of delivering the letter as soon as possible.

Holding the wooden sword tightly, Song Zhishu injected mana, and the cyan light filled the air for a moment. Although it was weak, light and no light were two different concepts.

Putting the wooden box containing the letter into the storage bag, Song Zhishu walked out of the room directly.

It took four days to go back and forth, including the four days of fun and self-cultivation along the way. Song Zhishu planned to go home within ten days. After returning home, the plan was simple. He still had two jade stones with inscriptions on hand.

Engraving two pieces of jade is just enough to solve the urgent need, otherwise I really can't afford the rent.

After arriving at the fourth level of Qi training, coupled with the energy and spirit he has cultivated for so long, Song Zhishu is still confident that he can engrave Baoyu well.

Thinking of this, Song Zhishu tidied up casually and walked out of the room.

Flying with the sword is not allowed in the city, this is an iron law, unless the disciples of the inner sect and the elders of the Taihao Sword Sect, or the monks of the Golden Core Realm, otherwise, no one is allowed to fly with the sword, if there is a violation, one hundred inferior grades will be fined for the first time Lingshi, the second fine is [-], the third is [-], and so on.

Song Zhishu didn't have so many spirit stones, and if he had, it would be impossible to do this kind of thing.

Walking all the way to the outside of the city, there are people moving everywhere, and more and more people are entering and leaving the city. This time, the sudden price increase of Taihao Sword Sect has indeed affected many people.

Until now, Song Zhishu didn't understand why Taihao Jianzong raised the price suddenly, and what was the meaning of this?
Reasonably speaking, the low-grade spirit house raised two low-grade spirit stones, which seems to have made a profit, but in fact it must have been a loss, forcing people to live in the spiritless area. In just ten days, I don’t know how many people moved away.

The spiritual house where Song Zhishu lives has a total of six rooms. Except for himself and an old alchemist, the other four have left. From a small perspective, the vacancy rate will basically reach about [-]%.

This is very strange. Looking at this matter from a trade perspective, it is purely looking for trouble.

"Damn it, prices are increasing everywhere now, even entering and leaving the city. There is no magic weapon, panacea, and talisman that doesn't go up? Is it possible that you really want to drive people to a dead end?"

"Hey, there was no room for survival in the first place. Now that the prices are increasing in all directions, it seems that Taihao Sword Sect wants to drive us away."

"Taihao Sword City was built by us. Now that it is better and prosperous, it is really ridiculous to want to kick us here."

"I used to be diligent and diligent for a month, and I had six or seven low-grade spirit stones a month. After paying the rent, I could still save some. Life is not too sad. Now I work hard, and I can barely pay the rent. Forget it, go Let’s hang out with Jinyangzong, Jinyangzong is said to be pretty good, the sect has many missions, and the rewards are also high.”

In the streets and alleys, almost no one is not talking about the recent price increase.

This is related to everyone's livelihood. The nominal disciples are low-level monks. In the eyes of the senior officials of Taihao Sword Sect, they are no different from ordinary people. They are nothing more than ordinary people who have embarked on cultivation.

So even if they were oppressed, no one dared to say anything directly, they just complained in private, lived if they could, and changed places if they couldn’t afford it, and no one stopped them if they really wanted to leave.

Looking all the way, Song Zhishu remained silent. There must be some purpose for what Taihao Jianzong did. As for what, he couldn't figure it out, but it shouldn't be because he was full and had nothing to do. The change.

Otherwise, this Taihao Sword City will really become a dead city.

When he came outside the city, Song Zhishu threw out the wooden sword, and the blue wooden sword instantly swelled several times, full of spirituality, much stronger than before.

Stepping on the flying sword, Song Zhishu went straight to Jicheng.

One thousand and thirty-five miles, Feijian's daily limit is 35 miles, but the limit of his own magic power should be exhausted at [-] miles, unless he consumes spirit stones, otherwise he will have to walk for [-] miles.

call out.

Stepping on the flying sword, Song Zhishu set off. He didn't have any spirit stones on hand, so he was ready to walk.

I have to say that there is an essential difference between a good flying sword and a bad flying sword. The wooden sword before was wobbly when flying.

It was different now, the flying speed was fast and steady, it turned into a stream of light, galloped forward, and raised the altitude to fifty feet, Song Zhishu released his magic power to block the strong wind, lest he could not open his eyes.

Looking down, many buildings shrunk in an instant, theoretically they could be lifted to about [-] feet, but Song Zhishu was not used to the slight fear of heights.

The main reason is that the wooden sword was too useless and wobbly before, causing some fear of heights, but now that it has been repaired, Song Zhishu still maintains the original habit, and it will take a while to get used to it.

Along the way, Song Zhishu felt the thrill of Yujian flying, from being cautious at the beginning, to a little casual in the back, and finally Song Zhishu moved forward at almost full speed.

The sky is boundless, there are no obstacles at all, and under the protection of mana, even if you encounter some birds, it will be harmless.

The field of vision is extremely wide, so it is natural to feel that the speed is slow. There is no reference object. This is the case. After only flying for two hours, Song Zhishu felt that the speed was too slow.

"The limit speed of the low-grade flying sword is five hundred miles a day. This speed can be regarded as extremely slow."

"The limit speed of the middle-grade flying sword is a thousand miles a day, but in fact it can't go there."

"A high-grade flying sword travels [-] miles a day. This is still a bit fast, but if you really want to compare it, it's still not enough."

"The ultimate flying sword travels four thousand miles a day, which is considered fast, but if it is engraved with a higher-quality rapid formation, or a super-speed formation, it will be different."

Song Zhishu calculated the speed in his mind. Compared with some vehicles in his previous life, he found that Feijian's speed was actually not fast, and it could carry people.

Of course, the main reason is that these are magic weapons.

There are divisions in the world of practice for magic tools. The worst is magic tools, followed by spirit weapons, and then ancient weapons, which can be understood as ancient spirit tools, followed by Taoist tools, treasures with dao rhyme , and finally it is a fairy weapon.

The five major qualities are Dharma, Spirit, Ancient, Dao, and Immortal, and then they are divided into four grades: low grade, middle grade, top grade, and extreme grade.

Most of the monks are trapped in the quality of spiritual weapons throughout their lives.

No matter how high-quality magic weapon is, you can see it once in a lifetime, that's all.

Qi training, foundation building, alchemy formation, golden elixir, Yuanying, out of body, restorative, distraction, crossing calamity, Mahayana, the ten realms are a broad road, but there are countless outstanding people from ancient to modern times, and few of them can really lift the sky. Pitiful.

And the farther you go, the less Juxia will ascend. After all, the way to become a fairy is too difficult. The whole life may be a dream, an illusory dream.

If the monks in the world ask themselves whether they can see the end of their cultivation, they will find that they have no concept.

"Obtain the treasure of all things, find the relationship between heaven and earth, step on the lotus and drag the waves to cleanse the bones of the sword, and shape the holy soul by controlling the wind."

"My generation of monks should be free and unrestrained. No matter how big the world is, I cannot be restrained. No matter how small everything is, there are infinite opportunities."

Song Zhishu roared loudly, and then moved forward at full speed. Of course, the speed was still not fast, but he had slightly reduced his mana protection, and some strong winds blew his clothes.

Endless freedom.

In this way, in the blink of an eye, two hours arrived.

Song Zhishu slowed down obediently, and came to the entrance of the main road. After showing the token, it was unimpeded.

There are a lot of carriages coming and going on the main road, many of them are spirit beasts, consigned magical artifacts and medicines, and come to Taihao Sword City to sell them.

Song Zhishu didn't stay for anything, he didn't want to delay the delivery of the letter, so he moved forward at a faster speed.

Perhaps because of his strong physique, his running speed is now equivalent to two speed signs, and his journey is as fast as lightning.

until late at night.

There were no people on the main road, except for the Chamber of Commerce on their way, there were basically no people.

Feijian had also rested for a long time, and Song Zhishu didn't hesitate. He came to the checkpoint on the main road, explained the situation, and drove away with Feijian.

Flying is not allowed on the main road, so Song Zhishu can only deviate twenty miles. In order to speed up, there is nothing to say.

Moon stars are rare.

The flying speed is not too fast, but he has tried his best. Song Zhishu is also thinking about something while looking at the moonlight.

However, for some reason, Song Zhishu only felt drowsy, not very tired, but a little tired.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I haven't slept during this period. Now that I'm on the road continuously, it's normal to feel a little tired.

Without thinking too much, Song Zhishu planned to find an inn on the main road to rest after flying for two hours.

In this way, after about an hour and a half, the tiredness became more and more intense.

When I came to the main road, after some inquiries, I learned that there was an inn thirty miles ahead, so I gritted my teeth and sped up a bit.

Another half an hour later, Song Zhishu came to the inn. He was too tired, which was probably caused by overdrawing his mana.

This is really something that shouldn't be done, it's too exciting.

Without thinking too much, after entering the inn, after Song Zhishu opened a room, he planned to rest for half a day and wait until dawn tomorrow before leaving. This would be much safer.

However, after arriving in the room, Song Zhishu felt a little shaky, and he frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)