Chapter 684 A Thousand Miles a Day
Sanjar had just adapted to the speed of the carriage, but the next moment he felt suddenly stagnant, and his stomach suddenly turned upside down.
He covered his mouth and was about to spit it out when he heard the woman say calmly: "We're at the border, show us your way."
Sanjar was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened.
If he followed his pace, even if he was riding a high-level flying paper crane, it would still take half a day. Unexpectedly, this carriage... would arrive in just a moment!
Not many people came out of Changxingling on this day. Liu Sheng waited for a while before it was his turn.
Liu Sheng has his own way to lead, not to mention Sanjar.
And Taibai Sword Immortal... is not here for the time being, so he will find another way.
The officer at the gate over there looked at Sanjar's route and immediately nodded to let them go. Looking at Liu Sheng's, he was heading to the snowy mountains. 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.
The customs clearance went smoothly, but Sanjar couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Then... where is your grandfather?"
Liu Sheng smiled calmly: "Here we come."
As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain moved, and a slender sword light flew into the carriage and transformed into a chubby old man.
It is Taibai Sword Immortal who transformed into a sword.
As soon as Taibai Sword Immortal sat down, he asked Liu Sheng for pear blossom wine, saying that he was very thirsty after going all over the mountains and circling the boss.
Sanjar was still stunned.
The old man in front of him clearly has extraordinary skills.
He increasingly felt that it was no accident that the grandfather and grandson survived the night.
He even had a guess - he survived because of them.
A vague dream vaguely appeared 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 show respect to this old man.
There is also this granddaughter. Judging from the respectful look on her face when she just handed over the directions, it is obvious that she has a good background.
It is very possible that he is still a disciple of the legendary sect.
Thinking like this, the expression on Sanjar's face changed several times, all of which fell into the eyes of Taibai Sword Immortal.
Taibai Sword Immortal snickered secretly while drinking. No matter what this kid was thinking about, he should never have imagined that the calm-looking little girl in front of him was the creator of everything, right?
But mom... Liu Sheng said that she didn't want to be so high-profile. After all, she had to go to the snowy mountains to compete for the position of waiter, so she let herself, an old man, act as a clear shield.
Of course, Taibai Sword Immortal also asked Liu Sheng, since she is so powerful, is it necessary to go to the snow mountain, and she is still a small waiter? What if she can't get ahead?
Liu Sheng said: "I never worry about this."
"Moreover, the so-called power is only at the level of this world. Some things beyond this world level require the unity of all forces."
She also shook her head and said: "I can't rely on obsessive believers like Xiaoluyuan, right? It will take some time for them to learn arithmetic, let alone calculus..."
Taibai Sword Immortal fainted when he heard this, and quickly drank a few sips of wine.
However, he also understood Liu Sheng's pursuit and naturally tried his best to cooperate.
As for the ink-colored puppet threads involving his head, he just had to shield them. If he hadn't followed the threads to find the source one day, he would have really wanted to kill them with a sword.
But that will have to wait until Liu Sheng is sent to the snowy mountain...
"Sit tight."
At this time, Liu Sheng suddenly spoke up, interrupting their thoughts.
When Sanjar heard this, he immediately knew that something was coming, and he immediately sat upright, not daring to ask any more questions.
At the same time, Taibai Sword Immortal also drank the whole pot of pear blossom wine in one breath. Before he could swallow it down his throat, several flexible golden tentacles stretched out from under the seat to firmly hold everyone in place.
The carriage started again and sped away at lightning speed.
... Sudan City is the capital of Mobei. Starting from Changxingling Pass, it takes seven days to reach Sudan City by horseback.
But Sanjar didn't expect that he would reach the city gate in just one day.
Almost still in a daze, Sanjar has not yet recovered from the lightning-fast dizziness. Everything in front of him is blooming like a revolving lantern, and his ears are buzzing.
That's the only side effect.
He stood alone on the streets of Sudan, the hustle and bustle around him seemed to be blocked in another world.
As soon as they entered Sudan City, Sanjar parted ways with his grandfather and grandson.
But this was also his initiative.
After a long journey of thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye. You are embarrassed to ask others to send you home, right?
Before saying goodbye, his biggest gain was knowing the names of the two of them - his grandfather's name was Li Taibai and his granddaughter's name was Ling Sheng.
As for why the surnames were different, Sanjar didn't ask much. Some clans in Mobei still took their mother's surname, which was not surprising.
After listening to what they said, I planned to stay in this Sudanese city for one night to have a rest, and casually asked me what inns I could recommend.
Sanjar's heart moved, and he secretly decided that when the situation at home settles down, he must prepare a thank-you gift and go to the two nobles to express his sincere thanks.
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Whether it's for the free ride, or for the hidden life-saving grace.
After sorting out his thoughts, he cleared his still buzzing ears, shook his head, and set off on his way home.
His home is on Al Street, which is considered a middle-class area in Sudan City. Although it is not as wealthy as the aristocratic area, it is not bad by any means.
This kind of life was only possible thanks to Sanjarna's father, who was the commander of a thousand wolf cavalry.
In fact, Sanjar's family belongs to the Tzoljin clan. Although it can be considered a royal family, it has become a branch of the family and has long lost its former glory.
It was the turn of Sanjar's father Batur's generation to be so destitute that they were embarrassed to say that they belonged to the royal family.
Sanjar heard from his father that when he was young, he grew up in a slum-like outer city in Sudan. You can imagine the hardships.
However, with his talent in cultivation, my father was admitted to Canglang Palace, one of the four major sects. After leaving the army, he joined the Wolf Cavalry and gradually rose to prominence, finally bringing 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.
The father has been busy for the family all his life, but now he is seriously ill, and his sister has to send a letter urging him to return home quickly.
"What kind of serious illness is it that even the temple can't cure?" He was filled with doubts.
Sanjar knew that although his family was not rich, he still had enough money to hire priests to treat them at home, but why didn't his brother and sister do the same?
Full of doubts, he couldn't help but walk a little faster.
At the edge of the inner city on Aare Street, Sanjar and a group of people heading into the inner city crowded into a carriage and wandered around for a while before arriving.
At this time, he really missed that magical carriage.
However, as soon as he got out of the car, he noticed something was wrong.
The originally bustling streets were now extremely deserted. Not to mention pedestrians, even the lively market was deserted.
When he approached his home, he found that the front door was crowded with people, and it was dark on the three floors inside and outside. Even the door of his home was blocked tightly.
Sanjar's heart tightened and he tried to squeeze into the crowd.
Those people were still complaining about his hard squeeze, but when they turned around and saw that it was Sanjar, they immediately moved out of the way.
"Sanjar, you are finally back!"
The tone of the neighbors was complicated, and some even patted him on the shoulder, with pity on their faces.
This situation made Sanjar increasingly uneasy.
With trembling legs, I squeezed to the front, but I heard a lung-piercing cry from the front:
"Priest, please, don't take my father away!"