Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

The next stop in Anshan is the Double Ninth Festival.

This city called Double Ninth Festival is a famous city, and it is also a city called Double Ninth Festival, which is a city with a city.

In this city, everyone can speak Daming dialect and tell stories about the Double Ninth Festival. And everyone in this city must eat and sleep normally, otherwise there will be serious consequences.

"What consequences?"

Tang Wan, who was hanging upside down on the roof of the car, asked solemnly.

"I won't be able to sleep well."

Zhou Li replied seriously.

Tang Wan pursed her lips, looking very happy as if she had confiscated your mother.

"Do you have cat disease?"

Black cat Xu Xuan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "People like you must never write novels and picture books in the future, otherwise you will be scolded to death."

"Damn it, you really don't know Journey to the West."

Zhou Li hit the steering wheel with one hand and held a cigarette that he was not smoking in the other. His eyes were blurred and he said melancholy: "If it hadn't been for a small accident that year, just with my copy of Journey to the West, I would have become a famous Ming Dynasty. Is a famous writer still working hard every day as a monster hunter to make money?"

"Oh?"

Xu Xuan got angry and asked curiously: "What's the little thing?"

"Hey, there's a little problem with the review. I'd say that person is making a fuss out of a molehill. He went too far by fixating on a small problem and even banned my book from circulation."

Zhou Li said melancholy.

"So what's the problem?"

Xu Xuan remained stubborn and asked.

"I just wrote that the emperor will take turns and he will come to my house tomorrow. The old scholar withdrew my book and refused to distribute it. Hmm, that's too much."

Zhou Li pouted his mouth and sighed.

You're still alive thanks to the old pedant's efforts to turn the tide.

Xu Xuan was speechless, then jumped on Zhuge Qing's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Zhou Li held the steering wheel with one hand, the wind blowing through his hair, "Double Ninth Festival has nothing but the same name as the Double Ninth Festival, which is not a holiday in the Ming Dynasty. I can't make one up for you."

Looking at Chongyang City not far away, Zhou Li thought for a while and stepped on the accelerator.

He passed directly by the city gate without entering the city.

“There’s no shortage of food, there’s no shortage of food, it’s enough.”

Zhou Li calmly turned the steering wheel and said, "I'm afraid there will be a lot of pressing things after entering the city, so I won't go in."

Xu Xuangang wanted to express how there were so many nonsense, and then she recalled it. Soon, she nodded with conviction, "It's true."

The Taoist priest was sitting in the last row tinkering with the photo stone in his hand. Before leaving, Ying Yuan specifically asked her to record more of Zhou Li's life, so that she could participate in his life after being absent for a year. As the second-biggest fan who "can't win", Zhuge Qing is naturally happy with this.

The biggest fan is of course Joan of Arc, no doubt about it.

At this moment, Zhao Yun, who had been tense for several days, slowly woke up. She looked around blankly, and after seeing Zhou Li, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she stood up and sat next to Zhou Li, sitting straight and looking straight, like a conscientious security guard.

Zhou Li and Tang Wan were naturally accustomed to Zhao Yun's behavior. After the other two people learned Zhao Yun's identity, they were not surprised. This is the content of our first Li Zi class. Do you have such a Li Zi class? It really is Li Li and Zi Zi. It really is.

After about two or three hours, night followed. Zhou Li was also a little tired. After all, this truck required him to inject spiritual energy. Although it didn't consume much, it became a bit unbearable after a long time.

Therefore, the next person to replace Zhou Li in driving this super wheelchair truck is the person who has been thinking about it from the very beginning, has been spying on it for a long time along the way, and has been looking forward to it for a long time.
Master Zhuge Qing~~
Tang Wan knelt down on the ground helplessly, despairing of all thoughts.

"no way."

Zhou Li patted her shoulder and comforted her: "You have no spirit, you are dead."

"Zhou Li, I have always been indifferent to the fact that I don't have Lingxuan, but this time, please allow me to hate you for ten minutes."

Curling up and lying in the cold carriage, Tang Wan shed tears of regret.

"It's still an hour."

Zhou Li thought for a while and started to joke, "This is all Shi Chen's fault."

Tang Wan turned over, turned her back to Zhou Li, and cried silently.

Zhuge Qing sat on the car seat and stroked the steel steering wheel. Inexplicably, an indescribable pride filled her heart.

The cloth shoes wrapped with jade feet stepped on the accelerator, and under Zhou Li's guidance, Zhuge Qing started the Lingxuan engine. When the immortal energy was injected into the core of the magic weapon that was accustomed to Linghuan, the magic weapon suddenly trembled.

Hmm~99%, rare thing.

Obviously, the Linghuan refined by Zhuge Qing is easy to use. The performance of the truck was somewhat degraded after it was transformed into a truck. The truck, which could only drive over 200, flew out like a wild horse in an instant. Visually, it was at least around 300. Let alone a carriage at this speed, even Fujiwara Takumi riding Natsuki wouldn't get any exhaust fumes.

Zhuge Qing's immortal energy has no exhaustion.

"My BMW is a dragon-blooded BMW. It can travel a thousand miles a day without getting tired. It can travel three hundred miles an hour. Isn't it powerful?"

In the carriage, a rich man in gorgeous clothes hugged the charming woman and said to the people on the side with his nostrils raised to the sky: "I bought this horse at a big price from those pigs and dogs in Wala. It cost me a thousand taels of silver. Master Yao, what do you think?"

"Not bad."

The man in black monk clothes nodded and said gently: "Master, this horse has spiritual energy and bright eyes. It is an extraordinary horse at first glance."

"Master Yao really knows how to talk!"

Holding hands and laughing, although the young master speaks like Master Yao, his arrogance is always there, "That old guy Sun Defeng is really ignorant. A master like you has to escort him personally. It would be better for him to deliver it to your door." If I don’t move, it’s me, don’t you think?”

Looking at the incompetent young master in front of him, Master Yao was speechless. He just smiled indifferently and ignored him.

To him, although this young man was arrogant and domineering, he still helped him along the way. There was no need to say anything bad and make both of them unhappy.

And he hasn't seen this kind of purity for a long time, and he misses it a bit.

At this moment, there was a strange vibration in the carriage. The young master stuck his head out, and then his mouth opened wide.

Seeing the big truck that looked like a giant steel beast passing over the carriage, Young Master's mind went blank. Zhou Li rolled down the window early and said in a deep voice with an expression that was three parts melancholy, three parts melancholy, three parts anticipation and ninety-one parts arrogance:
"Young man, do you want to buy it?"

"Full risk and half risk."

Yao Huan stared blankly at the truck going away, losing his usual calmness for a moment.

No?

What is that?

(End of this chapter)