Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 293 Boat

After some probing, no more information could be extracted from the clerk.

Wei Xi, still in a state of confusion, spared no expense, buying three sets of Nanjiang jewelry. Qin Feng also added a pair of jade earrings. The shop assistant, flush with commission, was grinning from ear to ear, practically praising the three of them to the skies.

"This jewelry is too expensive," Lian Gouqie said with a pained look on his face after leaving the house. He took out a spiritual stone without thinking. Wei Xi didn't even have ear piercings, so this was clearly bought per person. "You're not trying to use this to find someone, are you?"

"It takes too much time," Wei Xi said softly. "The people of Nanjiang are xenophobic. Once you go to Jiuai Mountain, you'll have to blend in with the local environment. At least this set of jewelry won't look so out of place when you wear it."

"Xiao Xi is right," Qin Feng took over his set of Nanjiang-style jewelry, turned around and whispered, "No need to act like a beggar, just be happy!"

Sucheng has a large population with a mixed crowd. It would be extremely difficult to find a mysterious person with only three people's strength.

Moreover, Wei Xi selfishly did not want to use the power of the Richen Pavilion to investigate: the Longevity Wood was of great use to her, and it was related to the foundation of her own cultivation. If Li Chun knew about it, she would have no regrets when he sold her out that day.

Regardless of whether the old blind man did it intentionally or not, Wei Xi felt that she didn't need to dwell on it too much. She would deal with the enemy with her own strength and would certainly bear the consequences for the person behind this!

It was a rare opportunity that Wei Xi's suspicion was less severe. The three of them set out from Suzhou and continued south along the official road. In mid-March, they entered the border of Nanjiang Wuzhe tribe.

Wuweibu is the old name of Nanjiang. Now it is the territory of Ju State and is called Yudai City.

Located at the northernmost tip of the Nanjiang River, it faces Fuzhou across Yanji Lake, with the Yanqi Mountains stretching eastward. As a result, the former Wuzhai tribe, now Yudai City, became the vital gateway from northern Xinjiang to the Nanjiang River.

On Yanji Lake, Wei Xi was lying on the deck basking in the sun, his slightly pale face swaying with the waves and the sun.

A shadow crashed over, and Qin Feng's voice rang out, "When will we be able to get to the end of this boat? The place is too small to even practice swordsmanship!"

Wei Xi was so languid from the sun that he didn't even bother to move a finger. He muttered, "Freeze the lake and practice however you want..."

"Yanji Lake is vast and boundless," Qin Feng replied after careful consideration. "If it really freezes over, you'll have to wait for me to come, right?"

"It's just frozen," Wei Xi's voice was as light as clouds. "Ice can even follow the flow of water. When others see you from afar, you'll become a legend of Yanji Lake..."

Seeing Wei Xi's unreliable look, Qin Feng lay down and said, "What are you doing here basking in the sun? The sun is so bright that it hurts my eyes."

"Because I'll throw up if I stand up."

"..."

Wei Xi had grown up in northern Xinjiang, and while she'd learned to swim from fishing, this was her first time riding a boat. From her perspective, the sky seemed like a spinning top, spinning so hard she felt dizzy and almost vomited.

"You two are seasick," the extremely bored Qin Feng kept complaining. "Lian Gou hid in the painting for two days. If I were to ask you, wouldn't he be even more seasick in the paper?"

Wei Xi has always lived a very three-dimensional life, and the three words "I don't know" were said briefly and powerfully.

Qin Feng, accustomed to Wei Xi's speaking style, said to himself, "His face switching has been slowing down recently... Maybe it will suddenly stop and leave behind a particularly ugly one!"

Qin Feng's tone became excited when he said this, "Then he will suffer a great loss, right?"

Lian Gou's unique face is a big problem: he can hide from it for a while, but not forever. We can't really let him never return to the sect, right?
Unfortunately, the three of them racked their brains but couldn't figure out the cause. Fortunately, Lian Gou's condition was gradually stabilizing, and they held onto the hope that "maybe one day it would heal on its own," and dragged it out until today.

"I heard Nanjiang has all sorts of strange and bizarre things," Qin Feng said expectantly. "There are so many independent cultivators there, no wonder they could create something like the Lian Gou Lu..." As he spoke, a familiar scream rang out from below the cabin. Qin Feng's words choked back, and he leaped up and rushed into the cabin.

Wei Xi slowly climbed up and walked down the cabin. The cramped cabin exacerbated the dizziness, and Wei Xi felt that it was only a matter of time before he vomited.

Wei Xi heard the sound before anyone saw it.

"This...what should I do?" Lian Gou's crying voice came over, mixed with his hoarse voice due to voice change, it sounded very sad.

"You..." Qin Feng could tell he wanted to laugh, "You look okay, but it's better than being shameless, right?"

Wei Xi suspected that Qin Feng was being sarcastic, and after a bumpy ride, she had to hold onto the bulkhead to walk down.

Seeing Lian Gou'e's face, Wei Xi couldn't help but vomited with a "wow".

"I..." Seeing Wei Xi's reaction, Lian Gou, who had a fish head on his head, was filled with grief and anger, his cheeks opening and closing, "I won't live anymore!!!"

Qin Feng, who had just helped Wei Xi up, was about to try to stop the fish again. He was sweating profusely and shouted, "She's seasick! She's not sick because of you!"

Fishhead Kuan Lian Gouyan threw the mirror onto the bed and complained, "She didn't even vomit when she saw a corpse... I'm more disgusting than a corpse! Ah!"

Wei Xi straightened up, met the eyes of a dead fish caught on a hook, and emptied his stomach with his throat again.

"How come you're crossing races?" Wei Xi, who had nothing more to say, pinched a few cleaning spells, and the cabin finally returned to normal.

"Don't worry about me," the hooked fish head lay on the pillow and said weakly, "Let me suffocate to death in the air! You guys eat chopped pepper fish head tonight!"

"You have a head full of crucian carp seeds!" Qin Feng's patience was completely gone. "Who uses crucian carp seeds in their chopped pepper fish head? Come on, get up! Are you really going to spend your whole life with a fish head on your head?"

"I didn't do anything!" Lian Gouqie complained. "I thought the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains was rare, so I spread out some rice paper and started painting... Who knew it would suddenly turn into a fish head... It's even worse than the big mole on the tip of my nose yesterday!"

After rinsing his mouth, Wei Xi sat down on the bed and patted Lian Gou's shoulder. "Do you want to try controlling it with spiritual power? Maybe it's similar to [Into the Painting]?"

Hearing this, Yutou refused the sad pickling and said excitedly: "I'll try it!"

Lian Gouqie activated the spiritual power stored in his body and continuously washed his "thin" face - his face was very precious and he must not make any mistakes!
Unfortunately, Gou Xie had no Qi Palace and no bones, and his entire body was just a "reservoir" that needed regular replenishment. After playing for just three or four times, his spiritual power was completely squandered.

"Try slowly," Wei Xi said helplessly, "How can you learn things so quickly?"

Lian Gou was in excruciating pain, but there was no better way. He waited until the next day to gather up his spiritual power and tried it again on his own face.

Finally, before going ashore, the grief-stricken Lian Gouqie finally figured out the skill of face-changing.

The connected hooks are called "Thousand Faces".

　I chose crucian carp seeds over crabs and turtles.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)