County Town Chapter 78: Xiao Yi's Quick Run

  Yi Tian Xing wasn't a fool, and as for this part of the story about Long Tou Xiang, he knew it clearly. At this time, hearing that the other party had chosen such a dangerous topic, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and think for half a moment before slowly saying:

  "You are a young master of good fortune in heaven, with unparalleled magical powers. With just one flight, you can arrive instantly. How can I win against you?"

  "I'm no immortal, so I naturally won't be flying."

  "Escapology?"

  "I don't want to ruin the harmony between Buddhism and Taoism, since that's the case, let's each rely on our own cultivation."

  "Hmm, I know a girl from your family, seems like your family is good at using magic tools... this..."

  "Since it's one's own cultivation, naturally one cannot use external treasures or techniques."

  "Racing thousands of miles in broad daylight, I'm afraid it will disturb the mundane world."

  "We walk between the woods and hills, naturally unimpeded."

  "The road is impassable."

  "Nature."

  "What if someone cheats?"

  "Who cheated is a little dog."

  Yitian Xing smiled, finding that this cold little prince was actually as cute as a little girl.

  "I promised you, what's the use of winning again?"

  "What do you think?" The young master lightly brushed his sleeve and walked down the stone steps of the main hall of the Temple of Return to the Origin.

  Seeing Yitian Xing agree to this bizarre gamble with Xiao Gongzi, Bin Ku Master suddenly changed color and thought that he would definitely lose. Not to mention the others, just talking about the first three days, it was originally a miscellaneous school of Taoism, putting the gambling appointment on Wudang Mountain, which first lost the geographical advantage.

  Yi Tianxing had other plans in mind, and when he heard the name of Wudang Mountain, he first thought of Xuanwu, and naturally thought of Zhuque, one of the Four Divine Beasts, which was his red bird son. It wasn't until now that he realized his red bird son was actually a big shot. He became interested in Wudang Mountain's Xuanwu as well. Additionally, during his morning meditation by the lake, he had an epiphany and had already anticipated that today would likely involve the word "gamble", so he was prepared.

  As for the confidence of winning, although Yi Tianxing is confident, he also knows that this little black prince in front of him must be much more powerful than himself, and his realm seems to be far above his own. However, this little prince made a rather ridiculous proposal to compare their cultivation with each other, and then wanted to find a way by climbing the mountain, which coincided with Yi Tianxing's intention, making him unable to help but think of visiting the Western Heaven God Buddha to see if he would be blessed by the Buddha, allowing the little prince to come up with such a foolish idea.

  With his abnormal speed, as long as the other party doesn't use magic spells, he didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who could run faster than himself. More importantly, Yi Tianxing had been educated in a cram school style at the county library since childhood, and now with just a slight movement of his mind, he brought out all sorts of maps he had read during his idle days. In an instant, the pictures in his mind flew about wildly, and he immediately determined the most suitable route... Moreover, from the provincial city to Wudang Mountain, 830 kilometers away, there were also several large rivers in between. Yi Tianxing couldn't help but think with a smile: "I'm a monster who can breathe underwater, you're just a cultivator who can't use magic treasures or cast spells, how can you outrun me?"

  Bin Ku Master wanted to persuade him to give up the bet, but was refused by Yi Tian Xing with a slight smile. He thought it would be best if this matter could be resolved like this, and if he had to rely on Buddhism to support himself, he would owe too much to Buddhism. In the future, he might not be able to repay this favor, and as the "Mountain Gate Guardian", he might have to fight to the death for the sake of the Buddhist monks. It's better to owe fewer favors in this world if you want to live a more comfortable life.

  As for losing? It's not even within his consideration at the moment. Yi Tianxing doesn't like to think about losing when the outcome is still undecided. Moreover, that pillar which seems extremely dangerous in the eyes of ordinary people, the Dragon Head Incense, is just something that requires a bit more caution in Yi Tianxing's view.

  As the clear and distant bell sound rose from the corner tower of the Temple of Return to the Origin, Yi Tianxing followed behind the silent young master out of the temple gate, with the chanting voices of the monks of the Temple of Return to the Origin behind him, and the auspicious heaven's gate people dressed as tourists bowing their heads in respect.

  Bin Ku's eyes showed some puzzlement, but in his heart, he felt a sudden jolt, as if he had sensed something. Meanwhile, Zhu Ying was thinking that the young master was letting the other party have such a big advantage in the bet.

  Zhu Ying Su flipped his eyes and Bin Ku Master chanted a Buddha, both speechless.

  ……

  ……

  Outside the Temple of Return, it was a bustling place in the provincial city. There were stalls selling clothes, stoves roasting sweet potatoes, and children playing everywhere. At this time on the street, there was also a young master dressed all in black and Yi Tianxing, that lazybones.

  Yitian Xing followed behind the young master, about four or five steps to his left, casting a sideways glance at this person. The more he looked, the more he felt that this refined gentleman was very familiar, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall when and where he had seen this person before.

  The road was filled with people's voices, and the two of them couldn't possibly show off their skills, they simply walked among the crowd.

  Yi Tian Xing smiled slightly, since the other party wasn't in a hurry, he didn't need to be either. The cultivation world always emphasized the mysterious and subtle, every move and action often had deep meaning, whoever couldn't calm down would fall into inferiority first.

  He is no longer just a simple student now, so he also needs to learn some of the ways of the cultivation world.

  Outside the Yuanguan Temple, not far away, passing through the bustling market, and circling around the crowded rickshaws, Yitian Xing followed the young master's pace and gradually walked onto the main street. At this time, it was early autumn, with warm sunshine, high clouds, and a dry scent of burnt leaves in the air, their footsteps gradually synchronized.

  One step forward, one step back, seemingly with a tacit understanding.

  These two opponents, one a young man who has mastered the ultimate technique of heavenly fire without a teacher, and the other a powerful young master from the top three heavens, how will their battle begin?

  Walking like a leisurely stroll, I walked for two hours and finally left the city along the second ring road of the provincial capital, arriving at a relatively quiet intersection. There were railway tracks on both sides of the intersection, with scattered residential buildings to the left and right, and in the distance, you could see a field of golden rape flowers.

  Yitian Xing gazed at the beautiful scenery of the rape flower field, where the autumn wind gently swept across the golden waves with delicate texture, and was momentarily stunned, sighing: "So beautiful."

  The young master in front of him also quieted down and said softly after a while: "Let's start from here."

  "Good." Yi Tianxing hesitated for a moment before responding with a soft "en", and continued walking forward slowly.

  The young master shouted "start", but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to move forward, and instead slowly moved forward.

  Two people walked into the bright yellow rapeseed flower field, one in front of the other. If an outsider were to see this, they would definitely think that these two people were young students who had come to enjoy the spring scenery and appreciate the beauty of nature. Who would have known that a high-stakes gamble was about to begin here?

  Yitian Xing turned his head and glanced at the young master, feeling somewhat disappointed to find that he could still only see the beauty of his chin. He let out a sigh.

  A sigh, however, startled a five-colored butterfly sipping nectar in the oilseed rape field.

  Butterflies take flight.

  Yi Tian Xing stared blankly as the young master in black clothes flew up like a butterfly. Just as he was about to exclaim, he saw the young master flap his arms and lightly tap the tip of an oilseed rape flower branch with his toes, causing the branch to quiver. The young master's body then rapidly flew forward at an incredible speed, leaving behind a trail of light smoke that cut through the golden fields, disappearing into the west at a pace that was almost impossible for the naked eye to follow!

  "Don't fly!" This was Yitian's first thought.

  "It's not flight, it's qinggong!" This was Yi Tianxing's second thought.

  "I might lose!" This was Yi Tianxing's third thought.

  The young man's unyielding spirit was stirred, and he wanted to compare his speed with this highly cultivated young master! Yi Tianxing knew he ran fast, but didn't know just how fast he could run. In the county town's garbage mountain, he had no chance to show off, and when carrying a large bed to the provincial city, he was held back by Xiao's injury, unable to fully express himself.

  Today, let me run like Forrest Gump!

  His toes dug deep into the soft soil, and with a bow of his foot, the muscles in his calf tightened like strings, unleashing explosive force as he transformed into a sharp arrow shooting forward.

  He can't use lightness skill, what he relies on is his own inhuman strength.

  This run was a shocking spectacle. The golden rape flower field was traversed by him in a zigzag pattern. Each footstep would deeply trample the earth, and then relying on powerful reaction force, he would dash forward, his posture extremely ungraceful, but his speed was faster than an arrow, each step between intervals often around twenty meters or so, as if Johnson had taken stimulants and was suddenly being chased by fifty large wolves, or like a small-sized Kuafu chasing the sun.

  The golden wheat field seemed to be hiding a monster at this time, and the middle was harvested by Yi Tianxing's body, forming a road, as if it was written by a heavenly person with a thrilling word.

  With the sound of footsteps, Yitian Xing also set foot on his journey to Wudang Mountain.