The mage in the city wants to practice Taoism

Sitting in Xie Chengyan's luxury business car, Xi Mengxiu, Shen Litong, and Xie Chengyan were on each side. They seemed to be taking a nap with their eyes closed because they had not slept all night, but in fact they were all thinking about something in their hearts.

Xi Mengxiu didn't know the situation of the other two people, but he was thinking in his heart: If this is calculated according to those mythological or classical-style spiritual novels, I can barely be regarded as enlightenment, but I owe Bai Er and Lao Gou. Cause and effect, Bai Er's side has paid off the cause and effect, but the old dog has to fish out its two pills. But for the time being, I couldn’t figure out how to thank him and settle the cause and effect. What a waste of time!

In fact, the theory of karma and responsibility is also a concept that has emerged in the works of modern novelists. Earlier, it focused on karma at most. In the true classical myths and legends, such as Journey to the West and The List of Gods, there are so many karma and retribution. thing...

Xi Mengxiu himself was just doing it out of his own nature and did not want to accept the benefits of others for nothing. It’s not really about the responsibility of cause and effect, it’s just that I’m used to being alone and making my own arrangements in my mind to find fun.

This incident is over, and the initial goal of alleviating economic problems has been achieved. Even if Shen and Xie shamelessly deny their efforts, the two pills have already created enough income. But the problems arising from the incident are still unresolved. The first is of course to repay the old dog Yang Erlang, and the second is He'er...

In fact, He'er is Xi Mengxiu's number one obsession at the moment. But it is no longer possible to truly have a flying spiritual pet like He'er. Ask the legendary Mr. Xun to take action? Putting aside whether he can afford the price, considering the fact that Mr. Xun Shou has only succeeded three times in many years, this hope is really slim.

The prized sacred bird is not a protected animal. It is not illegal to catch it. Even if it does exist, it is still unknown whether it can be cultivated based on the two Qiling Pills stained with the old dog's saliva. Of course, if he could like other birds, Xi Mengxiu would not sell those two pills.

Then settle for the next best thing and just pursue flying. Flying is the dream of human beings, especially flying freely in the sky like a bird is the dream of all human beings.

Originally, Xi Mengxiu only expected that one day in the future, after advancing in the Xuanluo Dao realm, he would be able to awaken to flying spells. However, the moment he climbed over the wall and barbed wire with ridiculous movements, he suddenly desperately longed for the ability to go up and down. That's why when he saw He'er landing for the first time, his eyes flashed with tears. Of course, He'er's splendid posture pricked the itch in his heart. After all, the handsome and ethereal white crane is more suitable for a mage.

This kind of mentality is very strange. It has the desire to "not be willing to be weaker than others". It is really like an obsession, especially after knowing that Xun Shouyan actually flew 500 miles on a crane in less than an hour. It really took root.

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Finally, the mechanical expertise I learned back then was not completely returned to the teacher.

As Xi Mengxiu floated up and down in the basement on a square thing that looked like an induction cooker, he felt that the thought had faded a lot.

Xi Mengxiu didn't know whether time had worn off his impulse, or whether this ugly induction cooker-shaped aircraft was just too ugly, even to the point of losing his obsession.

The balance and direction control of the induction cooker aircraft refer to the principle of a balancing car, and the power is Xi Mengxiu's spell Wind Scroll. The blast wind is a high-speed rotating vortex wind, and Xi Mengxiu designed an impeller under the flat box shape. The wind roll impeller absorbs the rotational force of the high wind roll and turns it into lift and power, which is the rotor power principle of the helicopter.

For simplicity and beauty, the impeller is designed to be built-in. There is a built-in impeller under the flat box. With this design, it cannot be called an induction cooker.

I asked several teachers and professors from the school to optimize the design, and after concealing the source of the power, it finally became much more beautiful.

Finally, Shen Litong was asked to help, and the Qingyuan Group's factory workshop specially produced several samples. After testing and gradually adjusting, it took more than a month to finally take shape of this exclusive aircraft.

A lotus-shaped pattern is added to the edge. Regardless of the impeller at the bottom and the surrounding air vents, the shape is close to a lotus platform, where one can stand or sit cross-legged.

In fact, it still looks very much like an induction cooker, but Xi Mengxiu forced it to be named Fengxing Futon. This popular futon only belongs to Xi Mengxiu. Not to mention its unique power, if he doesn't add a cover-like shield when flying, even Xi Mengxiu's physique will have a runny nose caused by the wind.

A blast scroll can now last for more than ten seconds. Combined with Xi Mengxiu's weird mana recovery mechanism, plus breath adjustment to ensure mana recovery, battery life can be guaranteed.

The speed can barely guarantee 200 kilometers per hour. If it goes any faster, the wind resistance will be too great, and it will become unsteady if you don't concentrate.

Speed, beauty, comfort, intelligence... nothing compares to Heer!

But at any rate, I built it bit by bit by myself, so let’s relax and think about it.

Although the creation of Fengxing Futon was all thanks to the favor of Tuo, it also caused Xi Mengxiu's account balance to drop by single digits again. This was settled after Shen and Xie paid him the reward for going to the base.

A large five-digit balance is actually not very reliable, but it is considered safe in the short term.

In the era of self-media, in accordance with Mr. Bao's principle that "extraordinary people should not act in a public way and cause commotion", even if there is also "the principle of not overly covering up extraordinary events when they occur", Xi Mengxiu would not be able to blatantly parade through the market on a popular futon.

Place one of the three popular futons in the car and the other two at home. Xi Mengxiu took some time off, and suddenly felt that his brain was twitching. He was so excited more than a month ago that he started researching and building an "exclusive mount". Just this thing, made of titanium alloy, was made three times. How expensive!

He hadn't read the Taoist Scriptures for such a long time, and he hadn't taken the initiative to contact Wang Zhoulong and Bai Xuanyuan. However, these two people had visited him twice. After thinking about it, Xi Mengxiu called the two people to say hello. The two of them were surprised as to what was wrong with him.

However, I took the time to go to my wife's house three times. Thinking of his wife, Xi Mengxiu simply drove to his wife's house. Xiaodie had started school and would not necessarily go home at night. He went to chat with the old man, eat, watch TV, and feel the peace and tranquility in his heart...

When I got home the next day, I quietly found a book and read it. After a long time, I sighed slightly, but there was actually nothing gained.

The so-called reading thousands of books, there is still some gap between what appears on paper and reality. Thousands of years of time have changed, time has changed, and cultural opinions have changed. Only a limited number of true classics can be read frequently and kept fresh.

Just when Xi Mengxiu was sighing, a somewhat special phone call came. What was special was the feeling at a certain moment, but after the moment when his heart moved, Xi Mengxiu somewhat avoided the person who made him feel special.

Xi Mengxiu paid attention to the time. It was 10:30 in the evening. He thought something was going on, so he didn't let the phone ring too much. He quickly picked up the phone.

"Xi Mengxiu, I need your help, hurry, hurry! Captain Qi is dying. On the slope behind the 'Na Migratory Bird' bar on Qingguo Road Bar Street 2, I will send you the address immediately, hurry!"

Even if the tone is urgent and the matter is urgent, Ren Min's clear voice is not lacking in composure.

They only met once a month ago, but now Xi Mengxiu still remembers the man who saluted him, shook hands, called him "comrade", and even left a deep impression on him. He was a strong and upright man with a military aura.

Xi Mengxiu grabbed his cell phone and walked to the door, then hurriedly turned back and took out the Fengxing futon, ran up to the terrace on the roof, and expertly piloted the Fengxing futon to fly out.

It used to take more than 5 minutes to ride an electric bike, but now it takes less than minutes. This is because I am not used to flying in a straight line at high altitudes, and also because I have to hover to find people.

Seeing Xi Mengxiu landing on the Fengxing futon, Qi Wuyou's eyes brightened a little as he was lying on the ground. Although he was curious about this man's strange flying machine, his life was at stake!

But Ren Min's eyes were calm, and he even paid special attention to the impeller at the bottom of Fengxing Futon.

Under the street lamp, blood was bleeding from the corners of Qi Wuyou's mouth, his face was pale, and blood was oozing from five or six wounds on his chest and abdomen. He didn't know how to stop the massive blood loss, but it was obvious that he would not live long - if it weren't for Xi Mengxiu.

"Gunshot wound, you are so unlucky!"

Xi Mengxiu stepped forward and knelt down and slapped him on the shoulder. The street lights at night could not completely cover up the white light on his palm. After reading a healing book, Qi Wuyou's eyes really brightened up, and his breathing became stronger than before.

"Hang his life and dig the bullet out of his wound? Or send him to the hospital?"