Multifunctional Sword Cultivation Starts from Taxi

"Hey, uncle, are you okay? Uncle, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away. Hold on, uncle!" Ye Zhe shouted loudly while supporting the passenger in the back seat of Feijian with his backhand.

At this moment, he felt extremely regretful. When he saw the other party's face was pale, he shouldn't have accepted the order. Now, if the other party died on his flying sword, he would have to pay for it.

Ye Zhe is a flying sword taxi driver. He usually walks around on his precious flying sword and waves to stop when he encounters customers. In peaceful times, this is almost the best way out for the sword immortals.

But I was not very lucky today. After running for most of the day on Feijian, I picked up two short-distance passengers. The spiritual stones I earned could not even make up for the consumption, so I heard that this uncle was a long-distance passenger to Donggui Mountain. Although Seeing that the other party was pale and not in a good condition, Ye Zhe gritted his teeth and continued.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the run, in this place with no village or shop, the uncle suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood on his back, and he almost fell off the flying sword. Regardless of whether the uncle fell to death or died of illness on his flying sword, Ye Zhe was in big trouble.

Ye Zhe supported the old man with his backhand and stepped on the hilt of the flying sword, causing the tip of the sword to tilt up. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword whistled loudly through the air, instantly increasing the speed to the extreme.

Under normal circumstances, Ye Zhe would not be able to fly so fast. It would consume too much spiritual energy, but now he can't care so much. Saving people is more important. But he was in a deserted wilderness with no village or shop, and he didn't even know where the nearest alchemy room was. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

The old man in the back seat patted him on the shoulder, a little weakly, but said in a very free and easy tone: "Don't worry, it's too late, don't waste your efforts, I see you are sweating from the rush, well, the young man has a good heart. "

"That's not bad. I'm afraid you died on my flying sword. I can't afford it. I don't understand. Uncle, why don't you just stay at home if you are not in good health? You have to run around. Why are you sitting on the flying sword in this state?" , Don’t you know how to ride a dragon car? You want to kill someone.”

The dragon carriage is a ground vehicle that is spacious and stable, but the speed is relatively slow.

Although Feijian is as wide as half the door panel, there are no seats. Two people are crowded on it. It is very tiring to stand for a long time, not to mention a weak patient. The uncle has a dragon carriage and does not sit on it. He has to fight Feijian. It is simply asking for death.

"Haha, it's too late. Please send this to No. 18, Mojia Village, Dongguishan. I will be grateful." As the uncle said, Ye Zhe felt something being stuffed into his hand.

"Uncle, please don't. Give it to yourself if you want to give it. Hold on, if you have any heart-saving pills or marching pills, chew a few of them yourself." Ye Zhe shouted anxiously.

"Haha, you are a kind-hearted child, they will leave it to you." After the uncle said this, Ye Zhe suddenly felt the light of the flying sword. He turned around and saw that the uncle was smiling and falling apart, his body slowly dissipating. in the air.

"Is this an autopsy?" Ye Zhe wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. He was so kind-hearted. He was anxious because he was afraid of trouble. If the uncle died on his flying sword, the law enforcers would kill him. The cross-examination lasted for several days, and the autopsy and scene inspections, etc., even if he could prove his innocence, it would still take more than half a month.

It's hard to find food in this world. He can't work and make money for most of the month, so he must not starve to death.

It's fine now. The uncle will perform the autopsy on his own. If there is no body, the law enforcement officers will not be called, and he will not be interrogated.

As for what the uncle told him... Ye Zhe held up the thing that the uncle forced into his hand. It was a ring, an ordinary gray iron ring with no patterns on it.

Do you want to send it to Mojiacun?

Ye Zhe hesitated. He was most afraid of getting into trouble. If he sent the ring to Mojiacun, it might cause unknown troubles.

Now that the uncle's body has been exhumed, no one knows that he has ridden on his own flying sword, so they just turn around and go back, pretending that this did not happen.

But if you go to deliver something, you have to explain where the uncle has gone. What if the other party doesn't believe that the uncle autopsyed himself and regards him as the murderer or a suspect?

The other party called the police, and law enforcement officers came to inspect the scene, which still took more than half a month.

"Or just stop delivering the things and go home." Ye Zhe stepped on the flying sword and turned around to fly back, but before flying far, he turned around and flew back, murmuring:

"No, this is the magic of cultivating inner demons in my heart. You want to plant inner demons in my heart. Give me a hard blow when I get over the tribulation. This damn old man is very evil. I, Mr. Ye, am an upright person and will never do such a thing. It’s a shameful thing.”

God knows why he, a little monk in the foundation building stage, would think of overcoming the tribulation so far.

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Donggui Mountain stretches for hundreds of kilometers, separated by Osmanthus Lake and West Guishan on the other side. Mojia Village is located in a depression in Donggui Mountain near Guihua Lake. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces water on one side. It is a closed but quiet mountain village.

As the name suggests, Mojia Village is a village of people with the surname Mo. However, these days, having children is a heavy burden. A village without people with other surnames moving in will definitely not have a prosperous population.

When Ye Zhe passed through the archway and passed along the village road at low altitude, he saw few people along the way. If it weren't for the rising smoke, Ye Zhe would have doubted whether this was a deserted village.

The Sword Immortal lineage has strict rules. Not only do they have rules for practicing, but they also have many rules for flying with swords.

For example, you can't fly a sword in the city because of air traffic control. You can't fly a sword at low altitude because the sound waves disturb people. When entering a residential area or village, you have to drive slowly to the ground because it is flying through the air. In case someone is changing clothes by the window. , will be arrested as a pervert.

Of course, there is no license plate on the flying sword, so it is not called racing if you are not caught. Most sword immortals are not rule-abiding guys, unless they are driving a taxi.

Ye Zhe walked along the road in an orderly manner and soon arrived at No. 18. This is a dilapidated courtyard. It is an old house that has no money to renovate. However, it has been carefully repaired with simple materials. There are patches of different colors everywhere, which looks even more dilapidated.

"It's not a rich family. I hope I won't be blackmailed." Ye Zhe sighed and knocked on the gate.

Not long after, Ye Zhe heard a steady footsteps, not hurried or slow, and the interval between each step was almost exactly the same. Then, a small window the size of a palm on the door was opened, revealing a pair of emotionless eyes.

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