Xiao niao(little bird) took Changsheng to find an inn.
Chufeng deserves to be the largest city in the southern state. It is located at the foot of Lingtian Mountain where there is a high-grade spiritual vein passing beneath it. It is also the place where Lingtian Sect is located and it was one of the largest sects in the southern state. Taking advantage of time and space, the cultivators here can still get their spiritual energy into their bodies even if they lie down to sleep and do not practice.
Xiao niao chirped and quacked in Changsheng's ear, saying whatever came to mind, and Changsheng listened with relish.
When they entered the inn, the inn was also very people-oriented, ordinary people were not allowed to stay, nor were low level cultivators.
The owner of the inn came up and glanced at Changsheng without any trace. Before Changsheng could speak, the bird spit out a piece of top-quality spirit stone from its mouth: "Give us a place to stay, It doesn't matter if it's not a big, as long as it’s clean.”
When the boss saw this puppet bird was not low in rank, and with it was a handsome whose cultivation was definitely higher than his. The clothes on his body... Damn, those clothes... The cuffs, the placket, and the headband, if you take a second look, are they all secretly embroidered with high-level formations?
He must be from a high-level sect or family!
"All right, all right, although there is no big house, there is one with a big yard, and I will take you there right away!" The innkeeper turned around and immediately called for the second man, and then turned around again: "Would you like to eat? We are famous for our spiritual food, rice and wine.
Changsheng became interested: "What is spirit wine made of? Let's have a pot!"
The little bird said, "Boss, you are only fifteen years old, you are too young to drink!"
Changsheng: "You are the one who is too young to drink!"
The bird raised an eyebrow: "Why don't I fold a paper crane and go home and ask the Lord if you can drink?”
"......"
How can you do that? Do you even have hands? Will you fold paper cranes with your wings? You are a bully! I even saved your life! What's wrong with fifteen? I'm thirty-three if you combine my age in this life and my last.
At this time, there was a sudden chuckle from the side: "At this moment, a light laugh suddenly came from the side: "A 15-year-old who has built his foundation, is that true? You're too crazy, this is not the ancient times when there was an abundance of spiritual energy and babies were everywhere, not to mention the 30-year olds with great talent, there are even 40-year olds.! You are lying"
Changsheng and Xiaoniao glanced aside, Xiaoniao used his eyes, Changsheng used his spiritual sense, but when Changsheng's divine sense swept him away, the other party became angry.
"Shuzi is rude!"
With a snap, a pair of chopsticks flew towards Changsheng.
That strength is so great, just hearing the sound of piercing through the air is scary.
It's just that before the chopsticks could touch Changsheng, a faint light shone on Changsheng's body, and the formation on his robe was activated under attack, immediately blocked the attack, and shattered the chopsticks.
"..." Changsheng asked Xiaoniao quietly: "Are all the people in the city so fierce? The people in the city are so fierce but they don't show? The gatekeepers and cultivators outside the city are for face!
The little bird replied to Changsheng in a low voice: "This one is very beautiful, her eyes are her eyes, her nose is her nose, her little mouth is a little bit red, she looks like a fairy, I heard that a beautiful beauty will be unhappy when spiritual consciousness is used on them. They are different from ordinary cultivators.”
Changsheng nodded claiming that he understood.
"That's not it!" The other party was so angry that he slapped the table and made a loud noise: "Which family did you come from? Were you not taught that looking at people with spiritual sense is equivalent to taking off their clothes to look at them. It's extremely rude. !"
"No." Changsheng shook his head: "I was born blind, and my family taught me to look at people with spiritual sense from the very beginning. I can't even see the patterns on your clothes, so I can't see anything else!”
"When your cultivation level rises, you will be able to see anything you want!” The other party said unrelentingly.
"But I haven't gotten up to that level yet! If my cultivation has really increased, what if I can use my consciousness to look at you? You're a jindan stage bully and you hit me so hard with chopsticks, I'll slap you to death with my palm!" said the weak little Changsheng.
"...Your spiritual sense...you actually know that I am in jindan?" the other party paused and there was a little doubt in his voice.
Chang Sheng said slowly: "Senior, you’ve misunderstood, the uniform of our Xiaojian( Little Sword) Peak does not activate when attacks are not of a higher level than mine."
Changsheng thought for a while, and counted carefully with his fingers, as if he was afraid that he would make a mistake. "Refining Qi, Building Foundation, jindan, Nascent Soul...then...uh..."
"Hua Shen." The little bird pecked its feathers.
"Yes, God transformation, Mahayana, Crossing Tribulation...a total of seven realms..."
"Refining the void and merging!" The other party said angrily, "There are still two realms between Mahayana and the tribulations, a total of nine realms!"
Chang Sheng originally wanted to say that his sect didn’t have the Void Refinement and Fusion Body, and that after the Mahayana, they went straight to the tribulation, and then waited for the thunder but in the end he choked back, The Qixuan sect is different from others. It is better not to say anything about the sect.
Changsheng nodded: "You activated the formation, one level higher than mine which is naturally jindan."
The other side snorted and said, "There are three sub-realms in a realm, if I lower my cultivation and hit you with the same level of cultivation as the end of the foundation building, won't the array be unable to activate?”
Changsheng nodded and shook his head: "It will still activate, but it would feel different. The attack won’t be completely blocked, and there will be a little pain."
When he saw his opponent's finger move, Changsheng said, "You can fight me to see, I'm a swordcultivator. My senior brother said that it is common for swordsmen outside to fight opponents beyond their rank. I'm not sure if it's a good idea. I may not beat you even with your realm lowered.
The other side raised an eyebrow and picked up another pair of chopsticks. "Sword cultivator? What I hate the most is a sword cultivation!”
Xiao niao immediately said, "Boss, he really wants to hit you!"
Chang Sheng said, "I know."
The white and green walking cane in Changsheng's hand flicked, and it immediately turned into a small sword of the same color, but it was peculiarly built, snow-white, with no blade and a green pattern wrapped around it.
"How can you use a sword as a staff? The voice on the other side was shocked: "Don't sword cultivators treat their swords like their lives? You're using it as a clutch!?" It was as if the other man had seen something very surprising. "You don't care about swords, how can you be a sword cultivator?
Changsheng's mouth opened, and he really didn't know how to explain it. "Why do you have to ask about this and that when you are in a fight? Senior, are you bored? Does no one usually talk to you? If you want to chat we can sit down drink and eat and I will talk to you. Actually, I am not that fond of stabbing people with swords I’m from a good family, and our family doesn’t like fighting and talking is superior.”
"Who wants to talk to you?" The chopsticks were once again turned into jade slag as the other side yelled and threw them again, but they were thrown so fast and hard that they forgot to lower their realm. As soon as the coercion of Jindan stage was realeased, the defensive formation of Changsheng was activated again, and the chopsticks were broken again.
Changsheng: "..."
Little Bird: "..."
The person throwing chopsticks: "..."
The two golden core disciples who have been ignored by the side throwing the chopsticks: "..."
The innkeeper, Xiaoer and other monks watching the theater: "..." What's the matter if you can't fight for a long time?
Before Changsheng came here, he had slept on the flying boat for a few days, and now he had been standing there for a long time. He hit his waist and with a shake of the sword, it returned to the appearance of a walking stick.
" I'm hungry."
The shopkeeper still had the "finest" spirit stones in his hand, so he naturally talked to them politely. "What would you like to order?"
"Something delicious." Chang Sheng said.
"Don't serve wine, bring a pot of tea for my boss!" said Xiao niao, "I want it cold, my boss doesn't drink hot tea!"
"Okay!" The shopkeeper immediately went to order.
"You sat down just like this?" The voice on the side was a little distorted.
"I'm weak." Chang Sheng said.
"My boss is weak and can't stand for too long," said Xiao niao.
A weak sword cultivator? It's not like he's a talisman master, an array master, or an alchemist master! "This is not right!”
The other party wanted to find trouble, but at this time the disciple next to him said: "Master Lu, you should stop making trouble, you've been out for a while, finish your meal and go back to the sect.”
When he heard this, he became angry, or really angry, and the chopsticks he had just taken into his hands were crushed into pieces without being thrown: "How dare you two interfere with me! I'll do whatever I want, even if Feng Zhaobai comes, I'll still beat him to death!
"...Master Lu... Eldest brother is doing it for your own good..." One of the two disciples had a slightly angry face, and the other felt that he was making trouble for no reason but was helpless.
"I'll be fine if he dies!" said the man.
Changsheng’s spiritual consciousness through them again.
"You are still looking!" The man choked with anger. "Believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyeballs!"
“Come on, let's fight!" As he ate, he said, "I'm not afraid of a jindan, but you're sure to lose to a Foundation establishment cultivator!” by his calculations, this fight would be impossible today.
Changsheng raised his head and thought for a while, then asked Xiaoniao in a low voice: "Does everyone with the surname Feng have the blood of the ancient Phoenix? I remember my brother said it."
The little bird cocked its head and looked so innocent, but the words it said were so exasperating: "Bullshit, there are so many people with the surname of Feng in the world, so everyone has to climb up to it. I'm a little bird too, but I'm a little bird, and I'm a bird that didn't live more than a hundred years before it died.
The little bird cocked its head and looked so innocent, but the words it said were so exasperating: "Bullshit, there are so many people with the surname of Feng in the world, anyone can be named Feng. My surname is also Feng, but I am a little bird, a bird that died before I lived to be 100 years old."
"Oh!" Changsheng understood in seconds. "Climb the dragon and attach the phoenix." (means to join the powerful people to get rich.)
"Shuzi is rude!" This time, the two juniors who were the elder brother surnamed Feng roared angrily.
But the beauty who had raised his eyes at Changsheng just now burst out laughing, and said lightly: "Your words suit my taste."
"I'm honest, I only know how to speak the truth." Chang Sheng took a chopstick and chewed the meat, and his dark eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh my god, shrimp! I haven't eaten shrimp in a long time, this is delicious!"
The man surnamed Lu came over suddenly, sat down opposite Chang Sheng, his eyes swept over and over Chang Sheng, put his hands on the table, and watched Chang Sheng eat.
Changsheng ignored him, there are many strange uncles in the outside world, and this should be one of them.
"Hey, little boy, what's your name? Are you only fifteen years old? Your parents let you come out at fifteen?”
Changsheng kept on concentrating on his food.
"I'm asking you something!" The person on the opposite side hit the table so hard that the tea on the table spilt.
"When you ask someone's name, you must first report your own name!" Chang Sheng said, "Do you not know how to be polite, senior!"
The little bird spread its wings and spread its wings on Changsheng's shoulders, in exchange for a strange voice from the other party: "You bird...isn't it an ordinary puppet bird...why can't I see its cultivation?"
The red-eyed bird glanced at the other party, chirped twice and said in a mild and clear voice, "Shuzi is rude!"
"I'll strangle you to death!" the man said angrily.
When the other party was about to reach out his hand, Chang Sheng said kindly: "Don't mess with it! You can't afford to mess with it, really, I'm honest, I don't tell lies!"
I love MC and his "little bird" 🤭
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