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Seasickness, scientifically known as motion sickness, is mainly caused by the vestibular apparatus in the ear that senses the state of human movement being vibrated by vehicles such as car shocks, resulting in an overly strong reaction. The severity of motion sickness varies depending on the sensitivity of each person's vestibular apparatus and the tolerance of vestibular apparatus signals.

On Earth, pilots are required to have sensitive vestibular apparatus and strong tolerance. Unfortunately, Wang Qi is one of those people whose vestibular apparatus is extremely sensitive but whose tolerance is completely absent. Tolerance can be enhanced through exercise, but considering that the perception of the physical body of a cultivator will only increase with the continuous growth of cultivation - Wang Qi sadly discovered that he had no hope of getting rid of seasickness in this life.

When they were about to reach the 駉里, Mao Zimiao found Wang Qi huddled at the edge of the deck. At this time, Wang Qi's academic domineering aura was completely gone, and he looked like he was studying the way of reproduction of living creatures too much, and he couldn't even stand steadily. His face was as pale as gold paper, his eyes were closed, and he leaned weakly on the side of the ship.

The cat-eared girl was half distressed and half amused. She had never expected that Wang Qi, who usually showed himself as the bully of the Immortal Academy, would be in such an embarrassing situation. The girl was inspired by a trace of maternal instinct, and went up to help Wang Qi up and asked, "Xiao Qi, how are you?"

Wang Qi reluctantly waved to Mao Zimiao. Mao Zimiao supported Wang Qi with his right hand, and gently touched the side of the boat with his free left hand. The runes on the handrail of the boat flashed, and part of the wind-controlling runes that served as a windshield were closed, and the biting cold wind from the sky sprayed on Wang Qi's face.

"It will feel better if you blow the wind, meow!"

Before Mao Zimiao finished speaking, he felt that Wang Qi, who was helped up by him, struggled to take a few steps forward. Wang Qi lay on the side of the boat and retched painfully. However, he had already vomited everything in his stomach, and he had not mastered the magical power of creating things in the void, so Wang Qi only spit out a few strands of saliva with a strange smell.

"Aziz meow... I'm almost asleep meow... Let me go..."

"Don't imitate others' words meow!" The girl said angrily: "Besides, we're almost there, I can't let you sleep meow!"

"I'll be very happy if you can say this to me at night... Ugh... Ugh..."

Mao Zimiao said helplessly, "Xiao Qi, you are very unethical to spit outside like this meow, what if it splashes on other people?"

"From Xinshan to Xianli, you have to pass through two large lakes, three protected areas and one inland sea. From a probability point of view, the probability of me causing the unlucky passers-by to be splashed with filth from the sky is too low."

The cat-eared girl pointed to the side of the boat: "This is Xianli, meow, we're here!"

Wang Qi's vision was blurred due to vomiting, and he no longer cared about where the spirit boat was. Hearing Mao Zimiao's words, he focused his eyes and looked around.

There was a layer of gauze-like clouds and mist under the spirit boat. Through the clouds and mist, Wang Qi could vaguely see the abnormal reflections below. Wang Qi thought there was a lake below at first. But as the spiritual boat descended, Wang Qi found that there was a land of mountains and water below, with water between the mountains and mountains on the water. The water flow in this river network was very slow, and people on the spiritual boat could even see the reflection on the water. Most of the mountains here were not high, but they were strange. There were flying trestle bridges connecting the mountains, and some artificial buildings were dotted on the mountains, which were in harmony with the natural scenery.

駉里, a place with the best mountains and waters in the world.

"Jieli has the best mountains and waters in the world, there must be a lot of people coming to play!" Mao Zimiao wanted to say something, but Wang Qi's heart had already flown to the land and he didn't listen at all .

Soon, the spiritual boat anchored on the water. Mao Zimiao helped Wang Qi, who was vomiting like a soft shrimp, get off the boat.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Wang Qi's spirits improved a lot. He took a deep breath and looked around: "Where is Ai Qinglan? She said she would keep an eye on me. I almost vomited to death. I didn't see her when I needed a medicine."

Forget it... This genius with abnormal brain circuits was probably only going to keep an eye on me for a while.

Mao Zimiao was helped a lot by Ai Qinglan, and she defended him: "Senior Sister Ai also needs to practice!"

Wang Qi held the wall of the dock warehouse and jumped twice. At this time, Yunxiang, the lecturer of Xinyue Xianyuan, flew out and announced the disbandment loudly, allowing the new disciples to move freely and then gather at the main hall of the branch hall in the evening.

All the new disciples dispersed. Wang Qi couldn't walk, and just wanted to wait for a few acquaintances to take him to his destination. But he waited and waited, but no one showed up, as if everyone had forgotten him.

"Wu Fan, this bastard... did he go to live?" Wang Qi looked around and said with gritted teeth.

In fact, Wu Fan did want to find him. But in a place he didn't see, a silver-haired dog-eared girl with a sly smile pulled away the little follower boy.

By the way, Zhen Chanzi actually saw this scene through his spiritual consciousness. It's just that the Mahayana cultivator who has been getting more and more lazy recently didn't say it out of some bad mentality.

Mao Zimiao also looked around in confusion: "I don't know where Qiqi and the others have gone."

"I made friends carelessly... I trusted the wrong people..." Wang Qi kept muttering. Mao Zimiao glanced at Wang Qi and smiled sweetly: "Xiao Qi, just say you have few friends, meow!"

"My harem is not much at all!"

In fact, Mao Zimiao is also a good choice. The strength of a cultivator is better than that of a mortal, and Mao Zimiao is a half-demon. He can climb three mountains without blushing or breathing hard even if he carries three Wang Qi. But Mao Zimiao's ability is one thing, and Wang Qi's face is another. Let a cute girl carry him on her back or hug him in the street...

Wang Qi imagined a scene where a cat-eared girl princess carried him through the streets, attracting countless people's attention, and he shuddered.

The half-demon girl didn't know what Wang Qi was thinking, but she didn't have similar thoughts. She supported Wang Qi and asked with concern: "How are you now?"

"Disgusting, weak legs."

Mao Zimiao looked around and found a porridge stall at the port, pointing: "Do you want to eat some rice soup?"

The half-demon girl was born on the coast of the West Sea, where there is no "porridge". The sticky liquid food cooked with rice is called "soup", and people there like to say "eat soup".

Wang Qi also wanted to find a place to rest, so he nodded.

Porridge stalls are common in the southeastern hinterland of Shenzhou. A felt cloth and a few ropes are used to build a shed, and a few tables are placed under the shed. The stall owner looks at a few wooden barrels wrapped in quilts. The southeast region loves to eat porridge, and this kind of stall is very common.

Unlike Xin Yue, who emphasizes business and only allows monks with purchasing power to enter the city, there are still many ordinary people in the city of Xili who make a living. Most of the people who eat porridge at this stall are mortals. Seeing two young men and women who looked like monks coming in, the stall owner did not dare to neglect them and hurriedly cleared a table.

Mao Zimiao ordered two signature dishes, gave one to Wang Qi, and sipped it himself. Wang Qi put down the bowl after eating two bites, and stirred the porridge with chopsticks.

The cat-eared girl was a little worried: "What's wrong? Are you still nauseous, meow?"

Wang Qi looked at the green fish porridge in front of him with infinite resentment: "I am a sweet party! Porridge that can't be mixed with sugar is not porridge for me!"

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