My uncle is Lin Zhengying

"Master Baiyun, you're welcome." Zhang Jing waved his hand, then asked, "Master, your eyes?"

"Already blind."

The old monk shook his head, but there was not much anger or pain on his face. He looked very calm and said: "The eyeball was gouged out by the tree demon, and there is no possibility of recovery."

"Master has suffered." Zhang Jing sighed.

It seems that this master Baiyun is really a master of Buddhism, and he can still be so calm and calm when he is blind, and his face does not change, which is impossible for ordinary people.

After the two exchanged a few words of pleasantries, Zhang Jing asked the little monk if he knew where Yan Qingfeng and Yan Chixia were.

"Daoist Yan and Daxia Yan have returned to Jinhua City. It seems that Daoist Yan is going back to visit his wife and children, and have a delicious meal..." Little monk Shifang scratched his smooth head and said.

Zhang Jing couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

I almost forgot that Yan Qingfeng is a foodie.

Jiang Xiaoyue and Yan Baiwei would not be in any danger in Jinhua City. He was hungry and wanted to go back to eat a good meal, which was probably the main purpose.

After all, he had been busy all night last night, so he should be hungry too.

Zhang Jing thought for a while, after the breakthrough, he had nothing to do now, so he also prepared to go back to Jinhua City, and meet Bai Suzhen again in the evening.

So he asked: "Master, Shifang, are you going back to Jinhua City? If so, let's go together."

The old monk Baiyun shook his head and declined Zhang Jing's kindness, saying that this place is quiet and the environment is quiet, which is good for healing, but it is not good to go to the city where there are many noisy people.

Zhang Jing didn't force it either, nodded and said his farewell, then stepped on the breeze, flew up to the top of the treetops in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared.

The little monk Shifang widened his eyes, pointed in the direction where Zhang Jing disappeared, and stammered, "Master...Master, why did Daoist Zhang fly away? He can fly!"

"understood!"

The old monk Bai nodded, his face remained calm, but his heart was turbulent.

This Daoist Zhang can fly!

It is the kind of real flying, not a magic formula relying on the wind attribute.

If you rely on spells, the old monk also has a spell, which can sit on the cassock and walk in the sky for a short time.

But when Zhang Jing soared into the air just now, he didn't feel any aura of magic fluctuations, just like a person walking, he moved naturally!

This means that flying has become an instinct.

What does it mean?

The old monk had heard something vaguely. According to the legend, only eminent monks who have cultivated relics can have this ability!

"No wonder he was able to easily kill the Millennium Tree Demon, and he was also planning to go down to the underworld to kill the old Black Mountain demon. This Daoist Zhang is so powerful!" The old monk was amazed in his heart.

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It took Zhang Jing less than half an hour to rush from Jinhua City to Lanruo Temple last night.

Although there was a young monk Shifang in the team at that time, and his footsteps slowed down, if Zhang Jing was alone, it would take nearly a stick of incense, that is, twenty minutes.

But this time!

Zhang Jing walked in the air, roughly estimating the time in his mind, no more than 6 minutes at most!

This can have a distance of eleven or twelve kilometers.

In other words.

Zhang Jing's current flying speed can reach 110-120km/h at the fastest!

How fast?

In the previous life, when driving on the highway, the fastest fast lane could only run 120km/h!

Now Zhang Jing's speed is equivalent to racing on the highway!

Do not!

The speed of the car is far from comparable to Zhang Jing's flying speed, because Zhang Jing is flying a straight-line distance, and driving with all his strength is much better than driving!

Where to go now is convenient.

After Zhang Jing arrived in Jinhua City, he found Yan Qingfeng and Yan Chixia at the inn.

The two were still eating, but they had almost finished their meal. Seeing Zhang Jing coming, Yan Qingfeng hurriedly called the waiter again and ordered several dishes.

It seemed that it was ordered for Zhang Jing, but Zhang Jing seriously suspected that he himself was not full.

really.

When the new dishes came out, Yan Chixia was already full and didn't move much, but Yan Qingfeng was completely impolite, and ate with Zhang Jing with a smile, and ate more than Zhang Jing!

"Daoist Yan, your appetite is really big."

Yan Chixia was amazed, and said, "Of course, not as much garlic as yours..."

The garlic served by the waiter in the store today is not peeled, but the whole head.

Yan Qingfeng was impatient to eat, and didn't bother to peel the garlic. After they separated, they ate like melon seeds.

Take a bite, eat the garlic inside and discard the garlic skin outside.

Click, click, click, very fast.

Yan Qingfeng shook his head, brushed his long hair, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a chuckle, "If you don't eat garlic, the fragrance will be reduced by half."

We've been together for a day, and we've fought side by side, so we've become acquainted with each other.

Yan Qingfeng also took this opportunity to ask: "Hero Yan, what is your real name? I mean other than the name Yan Chixia... You know, Yan Chixia is my uncle, I call you this The name always feels weird. When we get along in the future, I can call you by your real name."

Yan Chixia was also a rough guy. While picking her teeth with a toothpick, she waved her hand and said, "I didn't have a name before, but now I am called Yan Chixia, and there is nothing else!"

"Alright then." Yan Qingfeng said helplessly.

After half a sound.

After dinner, Yan Qingfeng did not go back to his wife's son's guest room, but went into a guest room with Zhang Jingyan Chixia.

The purpose, of course, is to comprehend Yan Chixia's inheritance --- "Xia Ke Xing" together!