Chapter 174 Female Cultivator
After walking around and bidding farewell to his master and grandfather, he returned to Lingsi Peak. Wei Wenxin called Zi Yu, told him about the family matters, took Ling Cang with him, and headed straight for the floating platform.
The mission specified a handover time, so she had to arrive at the mission location within the specified time and hand over the task to them.
After finishing his housework, Wei Wenxin picked up Ling Cang and left without caring whether it was day or night.
It's summer, the stars are very bright, and the moonlight is like a layer of white gauze. It's cooler to go out at night than during the day. And you don't have to worry about safety when you go on a flying boat.
Therefore, Ling Cang had no objection when he was dug out from his nest in the middle of the night.
After a few days of rest, Ling Cang felt a little better and his body was recovering rapidly, but it would still take some time to recover before he could reach his peak condition.
Wei Wenxin knew what it had just been through and didn't want to let it get tired. Also, considering that it had just slept for a long time and might want to look around, he made it smaller and carried it around on his sword.
Knowing that she was going on a mission, Ling Cang was a little conflicted, but finally expressed his fear of dragging her down.
Given its current state, if a fight breaks out, not only will it not be able to help Wei Wenxin, it might even accidentally drag her down.
Ling Cang was born in the Wanjian Sect of the Immortal Realm, which follows all the rules and regulations of the lower realm. It understands the value of Class A tasks.
Wei Wenxin squatted down, touched its head and comforted it:
"Don't worry, it may be difficult for others, but for me, it is just a very simple task."
Wei Wenxin has always been a very confident person. Ling Cang didn't know if she was bragging, and a look of doubt appeared on his furry face.
Seeing this, Wei Wenxin could only explain to it:
"That is a flaming mountain. There is a large black iron mine in the mountain. The proportion of associated black iron essence is relatively high. The sect attaches great importance to it, but there were several landslides last year, and dozens of people died. So the mining was suspended. I am good at mining, and I have a fire spirit root. I am not afraid of underground fire, so this task is very easy for me."
This time is not like the time at Tukong Mountain. Because of the rush to dig, all the ore needs to be dug away at once.
She can conduct an on-site inspection and mine in batches, which greatly increases safety.
Even so, with her ability, she can still complete the task in no more than ten days.
After listening to her detailed explanation, Ling Cang finally felt relieved and followed her onto the flying boat.
The female cultivator who sold the tickets had an oval face, single eyelids, small eyes, and thin lips. When she saw her coming, she yawned, asked about her destination, took the spirit stones, and quickly slapped the boat ticket in front of her.
There were too many people in the Wanjian Sect, and Wei Wenxin didn’t know most of them.
As the next generation of disciples joined the sect one after another, more and more of them didn't know her.
As long as it doesn't involve issues of principle, Wei Wenxin has a good temper.
The female cultivator just wasn't nice enough to her, so there was no need to get angry.
After getting the ticket, Wei Wenxin went to the cabin and found a quiet place to sit down.
This flight is not a direct flight, and its speed is not as fast as a direct flight. There is no need to wait for the boat to be full, it will fly away at the appointed time.
Therefore, even in the Wanjian Sect, which was famous for its large number of Kings of Rolls, when the flying boat took off, at least half of the seats were still not occupied.
The journey would last three days and three nights. Fearing that the space was too small and Ling Cang would feel cramped, Wei Wenxin directly bought three tickets and let Ling Cang lie comfortably in the two seats by the window, while he himself sat on the aisle side.
Perhaps it was too dark and no one had much desire to chat, so the cabin was very quiet.
Wei Wenxin also closed his eyes and rested.
He looks like he is resting, but in fact his head is full of Taoist lines.
The Scanner Pen brought her unprecedented wealth. Having tasted the sweetness, she planned to develop the Scanner Pen within ten years and take a solid bite of this fat piece of meat.
In fact, she had always been secretly dissatisfied in her heart, thinking that the Tianfu Sect was really short-sighted.
What's wrong with giving her a good place to live?
Just give me a semi-finished product...
Quarter of an hour later, the flying boat stopped in Wanjian City and another group of people got on board.
The seats filled up quickly.
This flying boat has many mission points along the way, and has always been the busiest transportation route for the Wanjian Sect. It is not surprising that the second stop is full. Someone with sharp eyes saw a spirit beast lying in the dim cabin, occupying two seats, and immediately stepped forward to scold it.
Fortunately, his companion acted quickly and caught him.
He whispered to let him know who was sitting there, but the man didn't come forward. Instead, he followed his companions and found a seat to sit down.
When the flying boat was about to take off, a female cultivator ran up hurriedly, stood at the cabin door, and panted like a bellows.
Because the noise was so loud, Wei Wenxin opened his eyes.
She had dull features, a thin body, and her cultivation level was only at the eighth level of Qi training.
He looks quite old.
I guess he's not very talented.
He looks like an ordinary casual cultivator.
The female cultivator was wearing a short suit. She pinched the hem of her clothes and looked around. Seeing that there were no seats left, she was about to get off, but the flying boat suddenly moved and flew up.
The female cultivator swayed, and after she stood firm, she immediately looked at the ticket seller for help.
The conductor was indifferent.
The female cultivator hesitated for a while, but finally came over and asked her in a low voice if she could help coordinate seats.
The ticket seller was unwilling to pay attention to her. Although the female cultivator was timid, she still gritted her teeth and argued with her.
Unexpectedly, the female cultivator raised her thin lips and immediately started to curse:
"What a life of hardship! If you can't catch this one, can't you take the next one? Don't you know that people have bought three tickets?! Are you deaf?! You keep asking! If you had the spirit stone, you could just book this flying boat! Wouldn't that be great? It would save me a lot of trouble!"
The female cultivator looked very poor and was humiliated. Tears immediately rolled down her cheeks, but she did not dare to cry out loud.
Everyone was sitting, only she was standing, looking quite miserable.
After all, it was his own flying boat. Wei Wenxin sighed and invited Ling Cang into the spirit beast bag.
He stood up and walked to the cabin door.
"I'm sorry, I didn't do it right. I'll give you a 40% discount on the boat ticket. Where do you want to go?"
The female cultivator did not expect such a development. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered "Flame Mountain".
Wei Wenxin was a little surprised that this female cultivator was traveling the same way as him. He didn't say anything, but quickly picked up the flying boat ticket, collected the spirit stones, issued a ticket, and invited her to sit down.
Then she sat down at the ticket counter at the door.
As for the disciple in charge of selling tickets, she naturally refused to do anything when she saw this, but not only could she not move, she couldn't speak either, and could only stand straight against the wall.
The flying boat had its own pilot and made no sound from beginning to end.
Until the flying boat arrived at the second stop, Wanzhangyuan.
Wei Wenxin had a cold face and threw her down.
When she landed and was about to cry, she saw the person in charge of the Wanzhangyuan site leading people running towards her and pressing her to the spot.
The new conductor got on the flying boat. He had eyebrows like distant mountains and an oval face, which made people feel friendly when they saw him.
When he saw Wei Wenxin, he was about to salute, but was stopped by her.
"I've been covering for you for so long, you have to buy me a drink later."
After saying that, he returned to his seat.
Not to mention that the female cultivator was flattered and worked with a friendly smile on her face the entire time. As soon as Wei Wenxin sat down, the female cultivator who went to the Flame Mountain with her knelt down next to her legs with tears in her eyes.
Today, I was packing my ID bag and found a student ID card. It belonged to my college classmate. I suggested sending it to my classmate as a romantic surprise from 19 years ago. Because there were traces of free train tickets on the student ID card, which represented the four years of traveling in college. Attaching a handwritten letter, reminiscing about the past, it would definitely make the kid cry, and it would become one of the most romantic memories of his life. The king of the roll said, "Oh~ so corny, I can't do such a thing." Oh! I hate iron for not being able to make steel. Compared with him, I am really full of romantic cells. The top scholar is my best friend, an anesthesiologist who received her undergraduate, master and doctorate degrees at Peking Union Medical College. She was a volunteer in the Olympic Games that year and won a box of badges. She gave me one. I still keep it. Whenever she feels sad, I take it out and show it to her, telling her that the past was beautiful and the future will be beautiful too. We just need to persevere. Only after enduring the long dark night can we see the sunrise. When I was studying for my master's degree, my roommate went to the Dabie Mountains for research and brought me back a beautiful little stone. I moved seven or eight times after graduation, but I still keep it after all these years. Occasionally mentioning it is also a shared feeling of being touched. Alas, I often cannot understand the brain circuits of straight men. The steps to solve the problem are given, but I don’t even want to copy it. If you were this classmate, would you expect to receive something like this? Evidence that proves the existence of the past, fished out from the river of time.
(End of this chapter)
