Dressed as Jackie Chan Aotian, countless big guys are vying to be my dog ​​licker

The original book did not specify the location of Blackwater Valley, except that it was a mysterious area and ordinary monks would not go near it.

But now Xie Wangyan suspects that the author was too lazy to give a name, so he simply used an undeveloped area or a mysterious area to fool him.

And the original text did not specifically mention the reason why these two people wanted to go to a special area—perhaps because the place was far away, Yan Qingzhou did not summon his spiritual pet again, but took out a spiritual boat.

Said to be a spirit boat, it was almost the same size as the fairy boat I saw on the competition stage that day.

"Can't you take a spiritual pet?" Xie Wangyan asked, thinking that he was secretly asking about the distance to Blackwater Valley.

Yan Qingzhou paused as he boarded the boat. He looked at Xie Wangyan who was looking around, "There is some distance."

Although this small secret realm is a small secret realm.

But in fact, the scale is many times larger than the Yunlan Immortal Mountain that was behind Xie Wangyan sect.

It can be regarded as the prototype of a complete world.

According to the theoretical knowledge in the world of cultivation, if this small secret realm continues to grow, it may one day become a brand new world.

When Xie Wangyan heard Yan Qingzhou's answer, he knew that the distance to Blackwater Valley was much further than he thought.

The layout of the fairy boat is simple, perhaps because it is Yan Qingzhou's private collection, and it is not as neat and orderly as the boat he took before going to Penglai Fairy Mountain or the Kunlun Sword Sect's boat.

There are different intervals between each layer.

This fairy ship in Yan Qingzhou has one level.

The cabin is covered with a thick layer of carpet, which looks like the fur of some ferocious beast... There are little stars shining between the hair.

Yan Qingzhou had already taken off his shoes and stepped on the fluffy carpet. The carpet was surrounded by various pillow-like things, allowing people to lean on it and rest at will.

Ye Huaiyuan didn't regard himself as an outsider at all. He took off his shoes and walked over on the carpet. He leaned on two pillows and looked at Xie Yanyan and Yan Qingzhou who were still standing on the deck and had not walked in.

"What are you dawdling about?"

Yan Qingzhou looked at Xie Wangyan beside him, and seemed to indicate with his eyes that he should go in first.

Xie Wangyan hesitated for a while, then simply took off his shoes and socks, and stepped on the soft carpet with his bare feet.

The reason for his hesitation was that when he killed Ye Qingxue before, even though the other party was just an avatar and quickly turned into debris and dissipated in the cave, the moment he slashed with the big knife in his hand, the other party's blood also splashed on him. on the body.

It was just because his clothes were already dusty, plus he had picked up a lot of dust from crawling around along the way, so it was naturally not obvious.

But his socks are white.

The blood splashed on it is particularly obvious on it.

It seemed that he did not expect that he would step directly on the carpet with his bare feet. Ye Huaiyuan, who was leaning on the pillows, looked stunned for a moment... He looked at Yan Qingzhou beside him, and saw that Yan Qingzhou's eyes were still calm.

But his eyes were obviously focused on Xie Wangyan's feet.

Xie Wangyan changed his stance slightly uncomfortably.

The carpet under his feet was made of the fur of some ferocious beast. It was extremely soft, and even more itchy when he stepped on it - and the little starlight in it seemed to carry a little spiritual energy, nourishing him when he met Ye Qing before. After the snow, his meridians and sea of ​​consciousness were slightly dry, making him feel as if he was soaking in warm water, feeling a little lazy and comfortable.

"My socks are dirty." Xie Wangyan explained, "I don't want to dirty the fur."

He didn't know what these ancient people called socks, so he simply used his own understanding.

Only then did Yan Qingzhou look away from his feet, "Fortunately, I still have some extra clothes in this fairy ship." He whispered softly, "You can change into them after you leave the fairy ship."

Xie Wangyan nodded, and suddenly felt that his eldest wife was a really good person!

Yan Qingzhou also took off his shoes and came to Xie Huayan's side, leading him to follow him and sit down next to Ye Huaiyuan.

Ye Huaiyuan just leaned on the pillow and said nothing. Although the place was large, several people sat very close together. If they stretched their legs a little longer, they would probably be able to touch each other.

Xie Huanyan sat cross-legged awkwardly, with Ye Huaiyuan and Yan Qingzhou sitting on both sides of him.

"You haven't eaten yet, so you're probably hungry by now." Yan Qingzhou leaned on the pillow and asked Xie Wangyan.

He waved, and a man dressed all in black appeared from the darkness of the fairy ship, then half-kneeling, he took out the food that had been prepared.

Xie Wangyan didn't expect that there was someone else in this fairy ship...?

He was startled by the sudden appearance of a man as tall and taciturn as a mountain.

This man was wearing a mask, and his whole body was covered in black clothes. His specific face could not be seen. He had heard that the disciples of these big families had personal death guards.

But did he remember that the spirit boat was taken out of Yan Qingzhou's storage ring?

Can people stay here?

Perhaps because the scrutiny in Xie Wangyan's eyes was too obvious, Yan Qingzhou explained, "He is not a living person." He took off the food box from the man's hand and handed it to Xie Wangyan.

Ye Huaiyuan was silent on the side, just drinking the wine that the man handed him.

"Not a living person?" Xie Wangyan was shocked.

He looked up and down at the man in black in front of him.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he looked at his limbs and exposed fingers and felt that they were no different from a living person.

"He's a puppet."

Ye Huaiyuan finished the wine in the cup, "The difference from ordinary puppets is that they are all dead souls who almost disappeared into the world and were summoned again."

When Xie Huayan heard Ye Huaiyuan's explanation, he immediately understood what kind of puppet he was seeing.

Not every household in this world of cultivation can afford to hire attendants, but the monks are busy practicing, and there are always some chores that need help with daily tasks.

The puppets are the masterpieces of some monks who are proficient in weapon refining.

——To put it bluntly, it is equivalent to a nanny robot.

Without any intelligence, it can only complete some prescribed actions, but it is enough for dealing with debris.

But there is also a kind of puppet that has some intelligence.

It is the soul of a monk who once died and disappeared in the world. After making a contract with the master, he can live on the puppet. If he is lucky, he can walk on the ghost path again and practice again.

But this not only requires the monks to be completely voluntary, but more importantly, this kind of puppet is completely a gold-swallowing beast.

At least one spiritual crystal is supplied every day. The more senior the monk, the more spiritual crystals need to be supplied.

Compared with the daily cost of a low-grade spiritual stone for an ordinary puppet, ordinary monks simply cannot afford it - Xie Huanyan thought of this and looked at the other party's mask. He did not expect that there was such a puppet in Yan Qingzhou's boat.

Ye Huaiyuan poured himself another glass of wine, "Don't forget what will happen in half a year." He suddenly spoke.

Yan Qingzhou looked at him and said, "Of course I will never forget it."

"I just don't know if you will change your mind in half a year."