The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 684 A Thousand Miles a Day

Just as Sanjar got used to the speed of the carriage, he suddenly stopped and his stomach churned.

He covered his mouth and was about to spit it out when he heard the woman calmly say, "We've reached the border. Take out your pass."

Sanjar was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

If he had walked at his speed, even if he was riding a high-level flying paper crane, it would have taken him half a day. He didn't expect that this carriage... would arrive in a moment!

There were not many people coming out of Changxingling that day, and Liu Sheng waited for a while before it was his turn.

Liu Sheng has his own pass, not to mention Sanjar.

And Taibai Sword Immortal... is not here at the moment, so we have to find another way.

When the clerk at the checkpoint saw Sanjar's pass, he immediately nodded and let him pass; then he looked at Liu Sheng's, who was also heading to the snow-capped mountains, and he didn't dare to say anything. He lowered his head with a respectful look on his face, and didn't even check the carriage.

After passing the customs smoothly, Sanjar couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Then...where is your grandfather?"

Liu Sheng smiled calmly: "Here I come."

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain moved, and a slender sword light flew into the carriage and turned into a fat old man.

It was Taibai Sword Immortal who transformed his body into a sword.

As soon as Taibai Sword Immortal sat down, he asked Liu Sheng for some pear blossom wine, saying that he had traveled a long way over mountains and across rivers and was extremely thirsty.

Sanjar was still stunned.

The old man in front of him clearly had extraordinary skills.

He felt more and more that it was no coincidence that the grandfather and grandson survived the night.

He even had a guess - he survived because of them.

A vague dream emerged in my mind. The golden light in the dream might be the sword light of this old man!

Sanjar couldn't help but steal a glance at Taibai Sword Immortal, and secretly made up his mind: he must respect this old man.

And this granddaughter, judging from the respectful look on the clerk's face when she handed over her pass just now, it's obvious that she is from an important family.

It is very likely that he is a disciple of the legendary sect.

Thinking of this, the expression on Sanjar's face changed several times, all of which fell into the eyes of Taibai Sword Immortal.

Taibai Sword Immortal drank while laughing secretly. No matter what this kid imagined, he would not be able to imagine that the calm-looking girl in front of him was the creator of everything, right?

But mom... Liu Sheng said that he didn't want to be so high-profile. After all, he still had to go to the Snow Mountain to compete for the waiter position, so he let this old lady be a glamorous shield.

Of course, Taibai Sword Immortal also asked Liu Sheng, since she was already so powerful, was it necessary for her to go to the snow mountain, and be a small waiter at that. What if she couldn't make a name for herself?
Liu Sheng said, "I never worry about this."

"Moreover, the so-called powerful is only at the level of this world. There are some things that go beyond this level and require the combination of all forces."

She shook her head and said, "I can't always rely on the obsessive believers of Xiaoluyuan, right? It will take some time for them to learn arithmetic, let alone calculus..."

Taibai Sword Immortal felt dizzy upon hearing this and quickly took a few gulps of wine.

However, he also understood Liu Sheng's pursuit and naturally tried his best to cooperate.

As for those inky puppet strings that were tied to his head, he just blocked them. If it wasn't for the intention of following the strings to find the source one day, he really wanted to cut them off with a sword.

But that will have to wait until we send Liu Sheng to the snowy mountains...

"Sit down."

At this moment, Liu Sheng suddenly spoke, interrupting their thoughts.

When Sanjar heard this, he immediately knew what was about to happen, so he sat up straight and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

At the same time, Taibai Sword Immortal also drank the whole pot of pear blossom wine in one breath. Just as it entered his mouth, before he swallowed it, several flexible golden tentacles extended from under the seats and firmly fixed everyone.

The carriage started again and sped away at lightning speed.

...Sudan City is the capital of Mobei. It takes seven full days to get there by horseback from Changxingling Pass.

But Sanjar didn't expect that he would reach the city gate in just one day.

Sanjar was still in a daze and had not yet recovered from the dizziness of the fast-paced life. Everything in front of him flashed like a kaleidoscope, and his ears were buzzing.

That's the only side effect.

He stood alone on the streets of Sudan, and the hustle and bustle around him seemed to be blocked out in another world.

As soon as they entered Sudan City, Sanjar parted ways with the grandfather and grandson.

But this was also something he proposed on his own initiative.

After traveling thousands of miles, you must eventually say goodbye. It would be embarrassing to ask someone to send you home, right?
Before saying goodbye, his biggest gain was knowing their names - the grandfather's name was Li Taibai and the granddaughter's name was Ling Sheng.

As for why the surnames were different, Sanjar did not ask much. Some clans in Mobei still took the mother's surname, which was not surprising.

From what they said, they were planning to stay in this Sudanese city for a night to rest, and they casually asked me if there were any inns they could recommend.

Sanjar's heart moved, and he secretly decided that once the situation at home was settled, he would prepare some thank-you gifts and go to the two nobles to express his sincere gratitude.

Whether it was for the hitchhike or for the hidden life-saving grace.

After sorting out his thoughts, he cleared his still buzzing ears, shook his head, and set out on the journey home.

His house is on Al Street, which is considered a middle-class area in Sultan City. Although it is not as wealthy as the aristocratic area, it is definitely not bad.

This kind of life is possible thanks to Sanjar's father, who is the commander of a thousand cavalrymen in the Wolf Cavalry.

In fact, Sanjar's family belongs to the Tzolkhin clan. Although it is considered a royal family, it is already a branch of the family and has lost its former glory.

By the time it came to Sanjar's father Batur's generation, they were so poor that they were embarrassed to say that they were from the royal family.

Sanjar heard from his father that he grew up in an outer city of Sudan that was like a slum, and one can imagine how hard it was.

However, relying on his talent for cultivation, my father was admitted to Canglang Palace, one of the four major sects. After graduation, he joined the Wolf Cavalry, gradually came to prominence, and finally brought his family from the slums of the outer city to the inner city.

Thinking of this, Sanjar couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

My father has been busy for the family all his life, but now he is seriously ill, and my sister has to send a letter to urge him to return home quickly.

“What kind of serious illness can’t even the temple cure it?” He was full of doubts.

Sanjar knew that although the family was not wealthy, they still had enough money to invite a priest to come to their home for treatment. But why didn't his brother and sister do the same?

Full of questions, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Alle Street is at the edge of the inner city. Sanjar and a group of people heading to the inner city squeezed into a carriage and it took them a long time to get there.

At this time, he missed the magical carriage very much.

However, as soon as he got off the car, he realized something was wrong.

The streets that were once bustling with people were now completely empty. Not only were there no pedestrians, but even the bustling markets were deserted.

When he got closer to his home, he found that the door was crowded with people, three layers inside and three layers outside, and even the door was blocked tightly.

Sanjar's heart tightened and he tried to squeeze into the crowd.

Those people were still complaining about him for squeezing in, but when they turned around and saw that it was Sanjar, they immediately made way for him.

"Sanjar, you are finally back!"

The neighbors' tone of voice was complex, and some even patted him on the shoulder with sympathy on their faces.

This situation made Sanjar increasingly uneasy.

With trembling legs, I squeezed to the front, but heard a piercing cry from the front:

"Priest, please don't take my father away!"