Chapter 574 Mustard Seed Space

Mustard seed space.

It is indeed very impressive, but it is not the flying boat that Nie Wushuang is riding now.

This flying boat is not as luxurious as the private plane in the first life, that is to say, there are no high-end furnishings, and there are no first-class, business class, or second-class seats. It is just an empty space, about thirty or forty square meters, with a futon in the space, and everyone can only sit on the futon.

Even Yangshen Zhenjun like Mingde Zhenjun is no exception.

He also sat on a futon.

After sitting down, Nie Wushuang found that the futon was fixed on the flying boat and could not be picked up and placed casually. Once sitting down, the buttocks seemed to be glued to it, and the internal energy and the futon formed a connection, and at the same time, the divine mind could also be connected with it.

What's going on?

Mingde Zhenjun did not speak, and a Xiantian Zhenren who came with him stood up and said a few words to the five people from the Sword Questioning Sect.

Nie Wushuang suddenly realized.

It turns out that this flying boat is not for nothing. Although there is a magic array running and starting, it also requires resource consumption. In addition to the spiritual stones prepared in advance as fuel, every passenger on the flying boat is also fuel. When sitting on the futon, they also need to contribute a bit of strength.

The Xiantian Zhenren surnamed Fang taught a running method.

When performing this method, the mind will control the internal energy to enter the futon under the buttocks, and convert it into the energy needed by the flying boat through the futon.

Doing so can save spiritual stones.

Once the energy in the spiritual stone is exhausted, it also needs to be infused by the practitioner before it can be used again. Well, it is a bit like the rechargeable battery of an electric car.

However, the rechargeable battery of an electric car can be charged using a charging pile.

The practitioner is the charging pile. There are also many people in the Tianjian Sect who have achieved the state of enlightenment. All of them are outer disciples. In addition to the mission of going out of the sect, they have to spend an hour every day to charge the spiritual stone. This is a task that outer disciples must accept.

Tianjian Sect is okay, because it is a sword sect. Although there are magic tools and treasures that need spirit stones to charge, such as flying boats, there are not many.

Sword cultivators do not rely much on external objects, especially in battle.

A flying sword is enough.

If it is the Five Elements Sect or other immortal sects, magic spells are often related to external objects, and spirit stones are also crucial. Some sects also have special strongmen. The so-called strongmen, on the one hand, do chores, and on the other hand, they are dedicated to charging spirit stones.

They have to sit for five or six hours every day.

They are also called blood cows by others.

These strongmen are equivalent to the coolies of the sect, and they can only do this for their whole lives. Some sects have hundreds or thousands of strongmen. Among these strongmen, only a handful can condense the Yin God to become the innate real person. Those who can really do it are often strong people with great perseverance and great luck.

After all, most of the day is spent on charging, consuming so much, where is the time and energy to charge?

Well, now, Nie Wushuang and Cheng Lijun have all become blood cows. Of course, this blood cow is temporary, even Mingde Zhenjun is a blood cow.

If the passengers do not infuse energy into the flying boat, the flying boat will not be able to fly from Wenjian Sect to Tianjian Gate with the little energy stored in the spirit stones on the flying boat.

After all, although Xu State is small, it is thousands of miles away from the south to the north.

Wenjian Sect is seven or eight thousand miles away from Tianjian Gate. Although the flying boat is very fast, it still takes a day and a night.

There is no long pavilion farewell, no long-winded ceremony, and no poetry recitation. Even Xu Huanyan, who was reluctant to leave his apprentice, only had a gloomy expression. When he sent Cheng Lijun away, he did not cry, but smiled and said goodbye.

The flying boat quickly took off, circled for a while, and flew towards the north.

Jiang Xunyun lowered his head and closed his eyes, and followed the technique taught by Master Fang before, inputting his inner strength into the cushion bit by bit. The reason why he closed his eyes and lowered his head was mainly because he didn't want to see Nie Wushuang.

He was afraid that he couldn't hide his expression.

The middle-grade flying sword turned into a low-grade flying sword. Although, for some unknown reason, even if he told Master Mingde, Master Mingde didn't say anything, but Jiang Xunyun knew that it must be Cheng Lijun's fault. After Cheng Lijun entered, the sword pool changed, and the flying sword shadow with colorful clouds flew into the air, and his own flying sword...

Settle the account with her?

Forget it!

He didn't dare to reveal this idea at all, and he didn't even dare to mention it.

Even his uncle Jiang Huashan repeatedly warned him to swallow this loss. In fact, he would do so without his uncle's reminder.

You know, Master Mingde regarded Cheng Lijun as a treasure.

Basically, it can be said that he never left her side, for fear that something unexpected would happen after leaving his sight. Even if he had the courage of a leopard, he didn't dare to trouble Cheng Lijun.

Now, he was worried that Cheng Lijun would cause trouble for him.

His ancestor was Yangshen Zhenjun, and he seemed unreliable.

Later, when he saw Nie Wushuang also boarded the flying boat, Jiang Xunyun almost couldn't control himself.

At the beginning, Cheng Lijun was unwilling to marry him as a concubine, and there were some rumors that Cheng Lijun already had a lover, and this lover was her junior brother.

She was reluctant to leave her junior brother.

In the past, Jiang Xunyun thought it was a rumor. Even after Nie Wushuang followed Cheng Lijun to Tianheng Peak for cultivation, he thought it might be that the relationship between the senior sister and the junior brother was good.

What about now?

A waste who did not participate in the sword test and was not even in the state of enlightenment actually boarded the flying boat of Tianjianmen. If Cheng Lijun hadn't insisted on doing so, it would have been impossible.

Breaking the rules?

Complain?

Who to complain to?

Jiang Xunyun's heart felt like it was being eaten by thousands of ants, especially Cheng Lijun, who was always cold to everyone else, even to Mingde Zhenjun, her expression was not warm at all, only when she was facing Nie Wushuang and talking to Nie Wushuang, she smiled.

Bitch!

It can't be a rumor!

Nie Wushuang didn't know what Jiang Xunyun was thinking.

He wasn't a worm in the other's stomach, but he could sense that this guy was resentful of him, and he still revealed a lot of resentment under his forbearance.

He ignored it.

They were not people of the same level, just ants, as long as they were not provoked, it was rare to pay attention to them. Being born as a human, it was inevitable that people would dislike them.

There were 17 or 18 people in the whole flying boat, and only Nie Wushuang was idle.

In the eyes of others, he was just a Zhoutian Qihai realm. Even if a warrior in the Zhoutian Qihai realm wanted to be a blood cow, he couldn't be useful.

Except Cheng Lijun, everyone else treated him as air.

Oh, except Jiang Xunyun.

So, Nie Wushuang was bored.

This flying boat was not the plane in the first life. It didn't even have windows. You couldn't see outside at all. The only one who could see outside was Mingde Zhenjun who controlled the speed and direction of the flying boat. In fact, it was not seeing, but sensing, the perception formed by the fusion of a ray of Yang Shen separated from the Yang Shen and the flying boat formation.

Wandering around?

There was no need to be so distracted.

Nie Wushuang closed his eyes, a little thought sank into the cushion under him, and quietly merged into the formation along with the spiritual energy flow of the formation.