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Chapter fifteen

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    ? In March of Yangchun, the warm wind makes people feel intoxicated, and the mountains and wild flowers are in full bloom. It is the day when all things recover.

    On the fifth day of March, the most lively event in Bixiao City, the capital of Hezhou, was the launch of the fairy ship of the Lord Bixiao.

    This fairy ship is not an ordinary magic weapon of the fairy family, but is made of a special piece of paper.  This paper has a name, it is called Vientiane Paper, but it is a thin layer, the size of a handkerchief, and looks like an ordinary piece of rice paper.

    "Microwave oven, do you think this is really possible?" Si Mingxu looked at the small paper boat that was more than an inch long in his hand, feeling a little uncertain.

    [Ding ~ users, please rest assured that the system produced must be a high-quality product, no problem!  ¡¿

    As for the microwave system, it doesn't feel very reliableSi Mingxu has no expression on his face.

    In more than ten days, it will be the auction of Fuyao Pavilion in Jiangnan Lingzhou Prefecture.  It stands to reason that he is a great power in the distraction period, and he can control the sword with spiritual power to go to Fuyao Pavilion, and it takes only half a day.

    Unfortunately, there are three problems that cannot be solved:

    First of all, Simingxu's old wounds have not healed, it is best not to waste too much spiritual energy on long-distance sword control, and Lingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River is far away from Donghai and Hezhou;

    Secondly, Xiao Heng is only in the Dzogchen fusion period, while Siming Yan is still in the foundation building period, and the two bear children don't even have the natal sword yet.  What?  Let Si Mingxu control the sword and take them both?  Si Mingxu said, see the first article.  He is a patient, and he has to take care of two children while riding the Tour de France. Does he work?

    Last but not least, Si Mingxu is extremely afraid of heights.

    It's not a general fear of heights. When he went to Mount Tai, Huashan, Huangshan and other places to play, he was so scared that his legs were weak all the time when he took the cable car, and his heart thumped as if it was about to jump out of his throat.  In the end, I had to give up admiring the beautiful scenery, close my eyes tightly during the whole journey, and wait for the cable car to arrive at the station with trepidation.

    If you want him to stand on the narrow Cloud Zhanjian and fly thousands of miles in the stratosphere at an altitude of 10,000 meters Forget it, die!

    The system had no choice but to let him enter the system warehouse to see if there was any suitable magic weapon that could be used as a means of transportation.  Si Mingxu chose for a long time, thinking this one was expensive for a while, and that one was ugly for a while. After comparing the cost-effectiveness of dozens of treasures, he finally chose a piece of minimalist Vientiane paper.

    This Vientiane paper looks like just a piece of paper, but it can become a real thing when it is folded into any item.

    The so-called, simple but not simple, low-key but compelling.

    Si Mingxu was overwhelmed by the explanation, so he hurriedly paid 1000 points to buy this treasure.  Only after you got it did you realize that stacking it up is one thing, whether you can conjure something up or not depends on your ability.

    At this moment, on the huge Bixiao City pier, Xiao Heng, Simingyan, Pei Yun, and Qu Yulin around him were all staring at him, not to mention, even on the beach in the distance, there were a lot of people joining in the fun.  Stretching his neck, he waited to see the Lord Bixiao transform his spell.

    Si Mingxu braced himself, raised his hand and threw the paper boat far away. According to the systematic explanation, he injected a stream of pure spiritual power, and softly drank: "The sound is loud, the elephant has no shape¡ª¡ª Qi!"

    The paper boat reached mid-air, and with this soft shout, it suddenly grew bigger, seven or eight feet long, and then landed steadily on the sea surface, stirring up a large wave of foaming waves.

    There was a burst of warm applause in the distance, mixed with the simple cheers of the common people: "Great!"

    After the paper boat becomes larger, it looks like a real passenger ship, with all the cabins and decks, except for the two extremely delicate ship buildings, and a small boat at the stern, presumably for emergency use.  Different from ordinary ships, this fairy ship is completely white and extremely light. It can be driven purely by spiritual power or spiritual stones without relying on wind power.

    Si Mingxu asked the system that if the ship is powered by high-grade spirit stones, it will take about a week to reach the ferry in Baishi Town, Lingzhou Prefecture, which is where Fuyao Pavilion is located.  If he uses top-grade spirit stones or is driven directly by his own spirit power, it will take about a day and night to get there.

    However, he has nothing to do recently, and he has plenty of time. He thinks it would be nice to take a slow boat ride there, and he can also take a look at the river and sea scenery of the Taiqing Continent by the way.

    Seeing that the fairy ship was moored at sea, Si Mingxu pinched his fingers and flicked it lightly, and it slowly drove over and docked beside the pier.

    Pei Yun smiled: "The magic weapon of the city lord is rare, and the subordinates have never seen it before. It's just that the subordinates have to stay in Bixiao City, so it's a pity that they don't have the chance to ride it."

    Si Mingxu also had some regrets: "I originally wanted to take you with me. But Yao Rong hasn't returned yet. If you leave too, no one will be in charge of the big and small affairs of the city. With you looking at this Bixiao City, I can rest assured."  Some."

    Xiao Heng looked at??The expelled monks who committed crimes, and some evil cultivators with evil intentions, are called the White Water League.  They specialize in robbing the magical treasures and spirit stones on the passing ships, and their methods are ruthless, leaving no one alive.  He shook his head lightly, and said again, "It is said that the leader of the Qingling Sect is the leader of Qingling Shangzong who went wrong and was expelled from his name, Cheng Miao.  He is an evil cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, and his methods are unpredictable and extremely difficult. He did not expect to meet him today.  "

    Si Mingxu immediately looked up at the small boat in the sky, anxious in his heart, and raised his voice: "Xiao Heng, beware of fraud!"

    At this moment, the boat was close to the cave, and Xiao Heng was about to reach out to help the old woman, when he heard Si Mingxu's weak voice from below, so he looked down: "What are you talking about? I can't hear you!"

    Seeing that he was distracted, the old woman's eyes flashed brightly, she gritted her teeth and jumped out of the hole, pushing Xiao Heng's back with all her strength!

    Xiao Heng was defenseless, and without even a chance to raise his spiritual power, he fell from a height of several tens of feet!

    It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, Si Mingxu saw Xiao Heng falling, he had no time to think about it, his spiritual power burst out suddenly, and Zhan Yun got out of his sheath!  I saw the bronze-colored sword blade whistling upwards like a sharp arrow that was off its string, with the sound of piercing through the air, and it could intercept Xiao Heng in mid-air!

    Before Si Mingxu could heave a sigh of relief, his chest suddenly felt tight, and then a familiar sharp pain hit his throat, and a mouthful of blood protruded.

    Qu Yulin was angry and anxious: "Don't let your spiritual energy come on suddenly! Are you crazy! What are you offering to Zhanyun!"

    Si Mingxu spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest was empty, he shook for a while, stretched out his hand to support the side of the boat, and barely stopped.

    At this time, five small boats from the White Water League have surrounded the fairy ship.  On the first small boat, a long sword soared into the air, and a very handsome man in purple clothes stood on the sword.

    He stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a leisurely smile: "Cheng Miao of the Baishui League, I have met all of you. You are going to Lingzhou at this time, and you must be participating in the Fuyao Pavilion auction. Whether it is a buyer or a seller, I want to borrow your treasures and  Take a look at the spirit stone." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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