Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland.

Chapter 376: Black Market Trip
Chen Wang was somewhat happy in his heart, and was not in a hurry to go on. He made various poses in the air.

At first, he was unsteady, but later he became more stable, and his movements became more and more charming, spinning and drifting.

Anyway, no matter how sexy it was, Chen Wang almost fell down several times.

It looks so dangerous every time!

Once when he was drifting, he was thrown out directly, and Chen Wang was immediately shocked!
A cultivator in the foundation-building stage can already fly for a short time. He stabilized his body in the air.

"Come!"

The Xiu Ba Sword appeared under his feet again, and he stabilized his body again.

Chen Wang was still in shock.

Although I would be fine, I still got scared.

"I haven't felt this kind of heartbeat for a long time."

Chen Wang thought to himself.

Even though he had just been thrown out, Chen Wang was still flying the sword in the air and performing various maneuvers, looking very charming.

The stiff yet coquettish snake-skin movement...

Stiff drift...

Chen Wang's first long-distance flight was made under such circumstances.

With his ability, it would only take him half a day to reach the black market, but he spent most of the day and still couldn't get there.

It mainly involves various large turns in the air, which take too long.

"Luckily there aren't many people in the sky and the traffic isn't congested, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do anything."

Chen Wang thought to himself.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the sky was getting darker and darker, and it was about to rain.

Chen Wang frowned immediately.

"Oh no! The waves are big and I don't have an umbrella!"

Chen Wang thought to himself.

Do I, who is at the foundation-building stage, have to travel soaked like a drowned rat?
Chen Wang thought about it for a moment, then temporarily controlled the flying sword to lower its altitude, gradually looking down, trying to find a place to land.

"Luckily I don't have the habit of writing a diary, otherwise today's diary would look really fucked up after reading it many years later."

"Have I brought shame to the immortal cultivators?"

However, Chen Wang thought about it carefully and found that it was not the case.

"If you can't drift while flying a sword, then you haven't practiced it to the fullest, you haven't mastered the essence of it!"

Chen Wang thought to himself.

In order to master these new skills, it's better to take it slow.

He had already left the Hongyun Sect at this time, and the spiritual energy around him was not that strong.

As the sky gradually darkened, thunderclouds rolled in the sky. Lightning flashed in the dense clouds, making a crackling sound.

Then there was a low rumble of thunder.

Chen Wang looked down at the Xiu Ba Sword at his feet.

"I've never thought about this question before. In a thunderstorm, if a monk flies with a sword, will he be struck by lightning?"

Chen Wang thought to himself.

At this time, Chen Wang found a temple, so he landed temporarily, put away his flying sword and entered the temple.

This temple was extremely desolate and dilapidated, with dead vines climbing all over the walls and many fallen leaves in the yard already rotting, giving off an unpleasant smell.

"What kind of a place?"

Chen Wang couldn't help but frowned.
When I came in just now, the plaque here had disappeared.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark, and as I walked into such a temple accompanied by lightning and thunder, I couldn't help but feel the gloomy atmosphere.

As soon as Chen Wang came into the yard, it started to rain heavily from the sky, so Chen Wang walked in quickly.

He came to the temple hall and found a clay statue, but only half of it.

The other half fell to the ground, looking like a general.

This temple was in a very dilapidated state, with some doors and windows around it removed. The wind blew in, making a humming sound, as if someone was humming.

Chen Wang looked up and found that the tiles were still relatively intact and there was no leakage.

"Let's stay here for the time being."

Chen Wang shook his head.

There are many folk temples that enshrine statues of generals or local good people. These small temples also have many wild gods.

Moreover, these folk temples always give people a gloomy feeling, which makes people very uncomfortable.

Even those with incense and offerings are so dilapidated, and those that are desolate are even worse.

Chen Wang waved his hand lightly at this time, and a cleaner place appeared on the ground, and he sat down.

There were pieces of wood all over the ground. Chen Wang took some and pointed with his finger. Flames immediately jumped up.

Soon the wood began to burn. The wood was very dry and made a crackling sound as it burned.

With the firelight, the hall looks more pleasing to the eye.

Chen Wang half-leaned on a large pillar whose red paint had peeled off. He closed his eyes and recalled today's training.

That's right, even though he was drifting and moving in various snake-like ways, he was actually flying on his sword.

There is no doubt about this.

Chen Wang has always believed this firmly.

However, after practicing this set of skills, Chen Wang's understanding of sword control is much deeper than that of ordinary people.

After all, there are so many situations, and ordinary people practicing sword control probably won't have so many insights.

Most of the time it's gradual, and who the hell can't maintain grace when flying a sword? It must be cool.

Sometimes, cultivators of immortality fly on swords, leaving behind legends among the secular world and being called gods.

But I have never heard of anyone who was flying with a sword falling off the sword, or crashing into a tree or a mountain peak, or moving like a snake, looking extremely stiff and embarrassed.

Chen Wang closed his eyes, digesting today's insights and recovering his magic power.

After leaving Hongyun Sect, the spiritual energy was thin. Although it was better than the winter, it was still very scarce.

Chen Wang shook his head: "No wonder so many immortal cultivators abandon the hustle and bustle of the secular world and practice asceticism in the mountains, living in wooden houses and eating spiritual rice. The degree of spiritual energy is simply different from the world."

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The rain came in sheets, as if it was pouring down directly.

The rain fell on the tiles, making crackling sounds.

But later the wind gradually died down and it didn't sound as ghostly as the howling of wolves and wolves.

Chen Wang's five senses are very powerful.
Suddenly, he heard some subtle footsteps and opened his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, the footsteps of several people soon became heavier and they hurried over.

A group of people rushed into the dilapidated temple. They looked like traveling merchants. Leading them was a big bearded man with a dark face, broad shoulders and a big waist. He wore leggings and looked very capable.

These people were wearing straw raincoats, had swords on their waists, and carried some bags, giving off a gangster vibe.

The bearded man in the lead came here as soon as he saw the fire.

After entering, he clasped his fists and said politely: "My name is Meng Gaofeng. I am doing some business with my brothers. We encountered heavy rain on the way, so we came into this temple to take shelter from the wind and rain."

Chen Wang smiled and clasped his fists in response: "I am Chen Wang. This temple is not mine. I am here to avoid the rain. Please do as you please, brother."

Then several people sat down. They saw that this handsome young man had an extraordinary appearance and an ancient sword hanging on his waist. He looked like a young man from a noble family who wielded a sword.

They took off their raincoats and warmed themselves by the firelight.

Chen Wang took a quick look with his spiritual sense and knew that these people were ordinary people, not immortal cultivators.

The bearded man Meng Gaofeng was the backbone of these people. After he sat down, he did not talk to Chen Wang.

After all, we just met by chance, so it wouldn't be good to be too familiar with each other at the beginning.

The men sat down by the fire, took out some dry food and wine from their bodies to warm themselves.

Meng Gaofeng still asked Chen Wang: "Mr. Chen, would you like some wine to warm yourself up?"

Chen Wang shook his head and said with a smile: "No need."

Meng Gaofeng smiled and did not insist, so the brothers sat by the fire, drinking and eating meat, talking and laughing, it was very lively.

It also adds a bit of popularity to this dilapidated and desolate temple.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside again, and someone else entered the dilapidated temple.

The men who were drinking and laughing looked outside.

Chen Wang also turned his head slightly. With someone around, he couldn't enter a state of meditation. So he just relaxed and digested his insights into the sword-wielding technique.

This time, a man and a woman came in. The man was a scholar. He was carrying a bamboo basket on his back and looked a little thin. He had been caught in the heavy rain and his face had turned pale.

The woman looked to be around twenty years old, with a pretty face. The clothes she wore did not make her look like that of an ordinary girl, but rather like that of a wealthy family.

Her clothes were extremely thin, and when drenched by the rain, they stuck tightly to her body, revealing her curves, making her look very seductive.

After the scholar came in, he saw the fire and so many people. He was so cold that he couldn't speak. He could only stammer and say, "Everyone, the rain is really heavy. I came in to take shelter temporarily. Sorry for bothering you."

The woman didn't say anything, her lips were a little blue from the cold, and she followed the scholar closely.

Everyone's attention was inevitably attracted to her. Wearing such thin clothes and being soaked by the rain, she was simply a wet temptation.

These two men looked very thin and weak. If they were caught in the rain, they might get seriously ill.

A man smiled and threw a wine bag over to him: "Little brother, drink some wine to warm yourself up, otherwise you will inevitably get a serious illness."

The scholar took the wine bag and quickly bowed and said, "Thank you very much!"

But just as he was about to drink it, he suddenly remembered something and turned around to hand it to the woman.

"Miss Song, drink some wine to warm yourself up."

The woman, whose clothes were soaked by the rain, nodded slightly, took the wine and took a sip.

Then I seemed to feel some warmth and my body stopped shaking so much.

The two men drank and then sat by the fire to warm themselves.

The young and beautiful woman curled up there, hugging her knees with her hands. Her clothes were soaked, but she still felt a little cold.

You can vaguely see that her exposed calves are extremely white.

As everyone started chatting, they learned that the scholar was called Zheng Feng and was a poor scholar. He was going to seek refuge with a distant relative to make a living.

The young woman's surname was Song. The two met on the road and traveled together.

As a result, we encountered heavy rain and it was dark in the mountains and we almost got lost. Fortunately, there was a fire in the temple, so we were able to get here.

A group of sword-wielding wuxia heroes, a poor scholar, and a rich girl.
Plus there are barren mountains, ruined temples and night rain.

Chen Wang looked out the window at the pitch-black darkness and smiled in his heart: "This trip down the mountain was really not in vain."

Chen Wang raised his head and scanned the group of people, finding it quite lively.

The men chatted and laughed, and the scholar gradually opened up.

This man was humorous by nature and spoke in a very witty way, and the laughter of the crowd became louder and louder.

However, ever since the man and woman came in, the bearded man leading the group, Meng Meng Gaofeng, hasn't said much.

His eyes would occasionally look at the scantily dressed young woman.

A group of hot-blooded men, with a beautiful woman in the middle, who shows off her beauty, will naturally attract some attention.

Those men would sometimes glance at her secretly, but Meng Gaofeng looked more directly and his gaze stayed on her for a longer time each time.

When there are young and beautiful women around, men always talk more, especially with the influence of alcohol.

One of these rough-looking men wanted to show his affection to this rich girl.

Meng Gaofeng raised his hand to stop him and said calmly: "You've drunk too much."

The man blushed slightly and said with a smile: "Brother, I'm not drunk. You don't know how much I can drink. Drinking two more jars won't be too much!"

Meng Gaofeng looked out at the night and said in a deep voice, "Drink less, talk less."

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Gaofeng hesitated for a moment and then said, "Alright, alright, we've almost finished drinking this wine, we should hurry on our way."

The men were stunned.

"Brother, it's raining so hard outside, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Yes, the mountain road is already rugged, and with the heavy rain, it's easy for something to go wrong."

Meng Gaofeng glanced at everyone and asked, "Why, my words don't work anymore?"

His face darkened and his tone became heavier, so no one dared to make fun of him.

"We have to travel overnight, how can we stay here overnight?"

After hearing what he said, although everyone was a little confused, they put away the wine jugs in their hands, sighed, and began to prepare to pack up.

The originally lively drinking atmosphere was broken at this moment.

Meng Gaofeng hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Chen Wang and said, "Mr. Chen, do you want to travel together?"

This statement is incomprehensible.

But Chen Wang understood, he smiled and said: "No need, the rain is too heavy, it's more comfortable to stay in the temple."

Meng Gaofeng said, "I think this temple has been in disrepair for a long time and is not very solid. I am afraid it will collapse in the rain after a night's sleep. Where are you going, Mr. Chen? Why don't we find another place to stay together?"

He wanted to leave with everyone.

But at this time, the temperature in the hall seemed to be even lower and getting colder.

The fire in the room began to flicker, and the crackling sounds became more rapid.

Miss Song, who was wearing thin clothes that were soaked by the rain, stood up and said softly, "Brother, do you think it's inconvenient to have a woman like me in the temple?"

This woman naturally spoke in a weak and gentle tone, and her charming appearance made people feel distressed and wanted to hold her in their hands and protect her.

A man said, "Miss Song, don't think too much. That's not what I meant."

Meng Gaofeng said with a sullen face: "Xiao Liu, shut up!"

He glanced at Chen Wang, sighed in his heart, turned his head to look at the woman, and said lightly: "Miss Song, you think too much, we do have something to do, so we'll leave first."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Miss Song actually lowered her head and sobbed. Her expression was so heartbreaking.

"This big brother must be looking down on me, a weak woman, in this temple. If you think there is a difference between men and women and look down on me, I will leave now!"

Meng Gaofeng thought for a moment and said, "You can go."

Everyone: "..."

The scholar was so angry that his face turned red. He suddenly stood up and said, "How could you treat Miss Song like this?"

Miss Song lowered her head and sobbed, and she slowly walked towards the bearded man.

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