"Senior Brother, doesn't your head hurt?"
This was the third time Chen Ping had asked Wu Er.
Although Wu Er had no head injuries and was unharmed all over his body, Chen Ping still asked him again.
"Of course I'm fine, your senior brother is very stubborn."
Wu Er, who was sitting to the side, waved his hand and answered Chen Ping again. This was the third time he had answered.
Chen Ping didn't speak, but stared blankly at Wu Er's head.
But then he thought of the black cloud boat broken in two, and he started to worry about his senior brother's head again.
The people who intercepted the goods have been arrested, and the two of them have returned to the merchant guild in Immortal City.
The two were sitting in an extremely upscale guest room.
"Senior Brother, may I offer a small suggestion?"
Chen Ping touched the ring on his hand, then leaned forward slightly and said something to Wu Er.
Upon hearing this, Wu Er nodded and said, "If you have any opinions, just say them."
Chen Ping nodded, then chuckled awkwardly, "I was thinking, Senior Brother, next time you make a move, could you perhaps use a different method? Simply banging your head against the people below doesn't look good..."
After hearing this, Wu Er finally realized what was going on.
He also understood why Chen Ping kept asking himself if his head hurt along the way.
Indeed, Wu Er's Iron Head Kung Fu was truly terrifying.
No one present at the time expected him to use such a method to catch those fake air pirates.
Faced with Chen Ping's awkward laugh, Wu Er also gave an awkward laugh, then changed the subject, saying, "Oh, by the way, Xiaoping, how's things back home?"
My hometown...
What place is Wu Er's hometown?
It was the small temple where they lived for many years back then, and it was located in Zhongzhou.
"Hometown?" This word startled Chen Ping. "Senior Brother, why are you bringing this up?"
"Of course I want to go back to my hometown to visit."
Wu Er replied casually, then turned his head to look at the scenery outside the open window of the cubicle.
now.
It was getting late, and the setting sun was turning red.
"I see."
Although Chen Ping's face was expressionless, his hands were nervously rubbing the ring.
He thought for a moment, then asked softly, "Senior Brother, when are you planning to go?"
Looking at the setting sun outside, Wu Er said slowly, "It's getting late, and we're in a bit of a rush, so..."
"So you've decided to go again in a while?"
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Ping interrupted.
Wu Er shook his head and continued, "So I plan to go now, so I can get there before sunset."
This answer is unconventional...
Chen Ping silently muttered to himself.
Then it occurred to me that my senior brother was never one to follow the rules or conventions.
So, he had no choice but to politely cup his hands in greeting and say:
"Well then... have a safe journey, Senior Brother."
“Of course it’s a tailwind.” Wu Er stood up and said, “Even if it’s a headwind, I can turn it into a tailwind.”
After saying that, Wu Er suddenly disappeared, as if he had evaporated from the room in an instant.
Chen Ping was slightly startled when he saw Wu Er suddenly disappear.
Fortunately, the initial shock subsided quickly, and then I looked at the closed door and open window of the cubicle.
He chuckled and said, "The door wasn't open; you should have gone through the window."
There was a door, but they insisted on going through the window.
Perhaps this is what it means to take the road less traveled?
Chen Ping smiled helplessly and stood up. He was going to interrogate the people who had been arrested today.
Let's find out how much malice the people outside Pengshan Gate harbor towards it.
......
At this moment, under the fiery red sunset, people are moving about in the sky.
The man was incredibly fast; the gust of wind he created while flying could wreak havoc on the surrounding area.
For example, the fragmented red clouds on the side prove this point.
The person who can fly so fast, you all know without me saying it, is none other than the salty-fish sect leader of Pengshan.
He was flying at an extremely fast speed at the moment, probably because he was in a real hurry.
Huh? You're asking me how fast Wu Erfei is?
How can I describe it?
Anyway, I don't really have any concept of how many feet or miles a moment is.
To put it in more modern terms, his flight speed must be at least Mach 10.
What? You don't even know exactly how fast Mach 10 is?
In short... it will be very, very soon.
So fast that you can cross half of Zhongzhou in a quarter of an hour and arrive at that place full of memories.
There are many mortal kingdoms in Zhongzhou, at least a hundred, of varying sizes.
Wu Erfei stopped at a certain place; he was now in a very small mortal kingdom.
This small country is not large, with only a dozen or so cities, which can be described as very small.
Moreover, the name of this country is quite puzzling; it's called "Homeland Country."
As for why it's called that...
Of course, it's related to the cultivators of Pengshan, because Wu Er's hometown is here, so this country was forcibly renamed Laojia Kingdom.
"Hmm... it's still a bit late."
Wu Er looked ahead, gazing at the sun, which was only partially visible.
Even if he flew very fast, he still couldn't reach his destination before sunset.
Since it was too late, Wu Er stopped rushing and remained suspended in the air.
As I looked down, a cluster of lights came into view.
Those are the lights of mortals.
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