Chapter 152: The Surprising Appearance of Thunder Magic
The wind and snow covered the sky.
The swordsman rode on a donkey, not very fast, and lived a leisurely life. He walked out of Qingyu and came to Huluzhou in Dingyu. Huluzhou was not big, but there were many poor mountains and bad waters.
However, compared with the dangerous road, there were more strange stories along the way, such as passing by a deserted tomb, where ghosts cried and howled, hiding ghosts and monsters, and it was a fierce ghost. The special terrain gave it the conditions to stay in the world, but it hurt people everywhere.
It was blind and wanted to possess the swordsman, but unexpectedly a masked female ghost suddenly jumped out and crushed it with one hand and absorbed it.
Another time on the road, he met a Taoist priest wandering around, sneaking into a woman's boudoir late at night, committing crimes, but unexpectedly his deeds were exposed, and he was locked in a pig cage by the villagers and thrown into the river.
The swordsman rode a gray donkey.
Walking.
The wind and snow gradually stopped.
Unconsciously, winter has passed, early spring has come, and it is a new year again.
The swordsman realized that he had forgotten something. As compensation, he rode his donkey to a nearby town and bought a lot of food with a big wave of his hand. It was very rich, with all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and the sea. He asked the waiter to pack it up and take it away. Then he went to the wild and enjoyed it happily.
As a belated New Year's Eve dinner.
In the spring of the next year, all things are reborn, and the world is full of vitality.
Every once in a while, you can always meet monks passing by. They seem to be infected by this vibrant environment and look forward to the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit more and more.
Will the fate of the monks also be like this, spending the cold winter without sunlight and welcoming the New Year?
It will definitely be... The monks passing by waved to Li Changxiao and said goodbye. They are already looking forward to the arrival of the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit.
The speed of one person and one donkey remains unchanged.
Just walking like this, Li Changxiao calculated the time in his heart. At this speed, he can just reach the destination.
There are hundreds of people in the world.
On the way north, not all the monks were in harmony. They would chat with each other and then say goodbye.
Some enemies would be jealous of each other, and some would fight over a disagreement. Some would even deliberately drag people into prison with evil intentions.
In the snowstorm, I don't know how many figures fell.
Whether seeking revenge, or taking revenge, or for other reasons, humans are the most complex creatures.
For the monks, this journey is also risky, and the risk is not low. At the least, it will cause loss of spiritual energy, and at the worst, death.
But for the monks.
The word "risk" is common and often unavoidable.
If you choose to live in seclusion, it is also fine. This is a safe way, but cultivation is against the will of heaven. If you are unwilling to take any risks, and want to rise step by step, enjoy the creation of heaven and earth, and the achievements of others, how can it be possible?
...
Spring is in the air.
Li Changxiao opened a jar of plum wine that he had treasured for months, and sat on the green grass, enjoying the warm spring breeze.
He looked towards the south.
He took a sip of the wine.
It was indeed one of the 31 famous wines in Fuyao.
It was fragrant as soon as it entered his mouth.
It lasted for a long time.
It was a little bitter, but then it turned into a sweet fragrance. The more you savored it, the more you would remember it.
It was as if you had drunk the whole spring and winter.
Mei Sanniang's "Winter and Spring Plum Fragrance Wine" was famous in Fuyao. Li Changxiao had only heard of it but never drunk it. Although the three jars in his hand were not really "Winter and Spring Plum Fragrance Wine", at least the winemaking skills were from the same person, so he could barely drink a famous wine that was famous all over the world.
He couldn't help but feel happy.
He kept muttering to himself that it was spring now, and the proprietress who came and went from the inn should start brewing wine.
I wonder if I can take a few more jars with me next time I go.
…
Go to the inn.
Mei Sanniang sat on a rocking chair, ordering the waiter and the cook to bring out the plum blossoms picked in winter for brewing and drying. Although she was sitting and enjoying herself, she was still talking about her hard work, saying that such a big inn was on her head, and all kinds of trivial matters made her hair white and wrinkled.
The waiter Guan Bai looked bitter. He was really not as coquettish as the boss lady. He knew that this heavy burden had to be carried by himself. Well, it had always been like this.
He reluctantly carried jars of plum blossoms from the cellar and spread them flat in the yard for brewing and drying. This work naturally did not require great strength, but it was extremely time-consuming and tiring. He would rather count ants than this.
Guan Bai had already scolded that fat man and the coquettish woman eight hundred times in his heart.
But after scolding, he still had to do the work at hand.
Suddenly, Mei Sanniang sneezed. She was very puzzled and took a few puffs of her pipe. The white clouds she exhaled swirled upwards. As the weather was getting warmer, the innkeeper's clothes became more and more exposed. She had exposed everything that could be exposed, leaving only a few pieces of thin cloth. She frowned slightly and cursed immediately.
"Oh, I guess that little drunkard is still coveting my wine."
The proprietress smiled charmingly and added, "Hehe, maybe he is coveting me."
......
The sky was gray.
It was going to rain.
All in all, the little donkey was five years old this year and had grown a little taller. Unfortunately, a donkey is a donkey after all. No matter how tall it is, it can't be as handsome as a horse.
For this, the donkey had a short period of inferiority complex. Later, it whistled at the mare again. This was its hobby. Li Changxiao had asked it some time ago whether it liked white horses or black horses, or yellow horses or gray horses.
The little donkey said white horse without hesitation, but what he liked most was carrying Lao Deng on his back, walking around the rivers and lakes, seeing all kinds of people, and seeing the colorful world.
The mare is just teasing and teasing, but her IQ is too low to be worthy of me.
Li Changxiao heard this and joked with the little donkey that if you like it, he can really buy it a handsome white horse. Of course, you can also want a donkey, so that it can "live and work in peace and contentment, get married and have children."
The little donkey was staring at the ants on the road.
It jumped up and down, purred a few times, and called Li Changxiao over to see. It was going to rain, but these ants didn't go back to their nests to hide from the rain, and actually kept spinning in circles on the ground.
The little donkey chuckled.
It's stupid to laugh at them.
Spit on them.
Li Changxiao patted the donkey's head, glanced at it, frowned, and then relaxed. Maybe he was overly worried, so he rode the donkey to hide from the rain.
soon.
It rained heavily.
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the dark clouds.
Rumble——
The momentum is huge.
The donkey was so frightened that it ran away.
Li Changxiao, on the other hand, looked at the flash of thunder and fell into deep thought.
This is not a naturally occurring thunder and lightning.
Li Changxiao looked in the direction of thunder and lightning.
Spiritual energy surged into his eyes.
I still couldn't see clearly, but I could vaguely feel that someone was fighting over there.
If it's an ordinary fight.
Li Changxiao didn't dare to be interested.
But just now...
But Leifa appeared.
This is the most powerful spell in the world. Its killing power is enough to rank among the top three. None of the monks who master the thunder method are unknown. He is very curious...who is the one who is fighting?