Into the Immortal Cultivation

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Seasickness, the scientific name for motion sickness, is mainly due to the excessively strong reaction of the vestibular apparatus in the ear that senses the human body's movement status due to vehicle vibration and other vehicle vibrations. The severity of motion sickness varies according to the sensitivity of the vestibular apparatus and the ability to tolerate the signal of the vestibular apparatus.

On the earth, the qualities required by pilots are that the vestibular apparatus is sensitive and tolerant. Unfortunately, Wang Qi belongs to a group of people with extremely sensitive vestibular apparatus but no tolerance at all. Tolerance can be enhanced by exercise, but considering that the cultivator's physical consciousness will only increase with the cultivation practice-Wang Qi sadly finds that he has no hope of getting rid of seasickness in his life.

When he was about to arrive at the station, Mao Zimiao found Wang Qi shrunk into a ball on the edge of the deck. At this time, Wang Qi was overwhelming and domineering. There was no way to look at the way of studying the way of multiplying creatures, and the station was unstable. His face was like gold paper, his eyes closed, and he leaned weakly on the side of the ship.

The cat ear girl is half distressed and half funny. She had no idea that Wang Qi, who always displayed the image of a tyrant in a fairy yard, would have such an embarrassment. The girl was inspired by a hint of maternal instinct. She picked up Wang Qi and asked, "How are you, Xiao Qi?"

Wang Qi barely waved to Mao Zimiao. Mao Zimiao supported Wang Qi with his right hand, and his left hand, which was free, gently touched the side of the ship. A rune flashed on the handrail of the ship's side, part of the imperial seal that was used as a windshield was closed, and the bitter cold wind from the upper air mixed and sprayed on Wang Qi's face.

"It's better if you blow the hair!"

Before the words of Mao Zimiao were finished, he felt that Wang Qi, struggling by himself, struggled to move forward a few steps. Wang Qi slumped on the side of the boat and uttered painfully. It's just that the early vomiting in the stomach is clean, and he can't grasp the magical power of the void creation, so Wang Qi only spit out a few traces of saliva.

"Az meow ... I'm almost asleep ... let me go ..."

"Don't learn to talk to me, meow!" The girl said, "If you're coming soon, you can't let me sleep!"

"I will be very happy if you can say this to me at night ... Vomit ... Vomit ..."

Mao Zimiao said helplessly: "Ozaki, you don't have a sense of virtue when you spit it out like this. What if you splash on other people?"

"From Xinshan to Youli, you have to pass through two large lakes, three protected areas, and an inland sea. Probably speaking, I have a low chance of causing unlucky eggs passing by to be cast on the ground by dirt."

The cat-eared girl pointed to the outboard of the ship: "Here is the meow inside, you are here!"

Wang Qi's vision was blurred because of vomiting, and he hadn't cared where the spirit boat was. Hearing Mao Zimiao's words, he gathered his eyes and looked around.

Below the Spirit Boat is a layer of gauze-like cloud. Through the cloud, Wang Qi can vaguely see the changing reflection underneath. Wang Qi initially thought it was a lake. However, as the height of the reef boat decreased, Wang Qi discovered that there was actually a land where mountains and water were interspersed. The mountains were water and the water was mountains. The flow of this river network is very slow, and people on the reef boat can even see the reflection on the water. Most of the mountains here are not high, but they are born strangely. There is a flying stack between the mountains, and a few artificial buildings dot the mountains, in harmony with the natural scenery.

Youli, a world of mountains and rivers.

"Yi Li Shan Shui Jia is the world, there must be a lot of people coming to play!" Mao Zimiao had to say something, but Wang Qi's heart had already flown to the land, and he was not listening.

Soon, the spirit boat was moored to a surface. Mao Zimiao got out of the boat with Wang Qi, who vomited into soft-leg shrimp.

Once the feet touched the ground, Wang Qi's spirit was much better. He breathed heavily and looked around at the same time: "Where is Ai Qinglan dead? He also said to look at me more. I was vomiting to death. I didn't see her when I needed a medicine."

Forget it ... this genius with abnormal brain circuits is probably really only going to look at himself for a while.

Mao Zimiao received a lot of help from Ai Qinglan and defended him with a sentence: "Sister Ai also needs to practice spiritually!"

Wang Qi jumped twice against the wall of the dock warehouse. At this time, Yun Xiang, the lecturer of Xinyue Xianyuan, came out and announced the dissolution loudly, allowing the new disciples to move freely, and then gathered at the entrance of the main hall of the branch altar at night.

The new disciples dispersed. Wang Qi couldn't walk, just wanted to wait for a few acquaintances to send themselves to their destination. But he waited and waited until he disappeared, as if everyone had forgotten himself.

"Wu Fan this **** ... Is it gone now?" Wang Qi said, looking left and right, gritting his teeth.

In fact, Wu Fan really wanted to come to him. But in a place he didn't see, a silver-haired dog-eared girl smirked and pulled away the thin follow-up boy.

By the way, in fact, Zhen Jiezi saw this scene through spiritual knowledge. It ’s just that Mahayana monks, who are getting older and older, do n’t speak out for some kind of bad psychology.

Mao Zimiao also looked around in doubt: "Qi Qi and they don't know where they are going."

"Don't care about making friends ... The non-persons you trust ..." Wang Qi kept thinking. Mao Zimiao gave Wang Qi a glance, and she smiled and said: "Ozaki, you directly say that you have few friends!"

"My harem is not much!"

In fact, Mao Zimiao is also a good choice. The monk's strength is better than mortal, Mao Zimiao is also a half demon, carrying three Wang Qi can turn over three mountains without blushing. But Mao Zimiao's ability is one thing, and Wang Qi's face is another. Let a cute girl stand on the street or back or resist or hug herself ...

Wang Qinao made up for the cat ear girl princess holding herself through the street and attracting countless people's eyes, shuddering.

The half-demon girl doesn't know what Wang Qi is thinking, but she doesn't have a similar idea. She embraced Wang Qi and asked with concern: "How is it now?"

"Nausea, soft feet."

Mao Zimiao looked around and found a porridge stall at the port, pointing out: "Want to eat some rice soup?"

The half-demon girl was born on the seashore of the West Sea. There is no such thing as "porridge". The thick liquid food cooked in rice grains is called "soup", and people like to say "eat soup" there.

Wang Qi also stopped to find a place and nodded.

Porridge food stalls are a common type in the hinterland of southeast China. A shed made of felt cloth and several ropes is placed under the shed. A few tables are placed under the shed. The stall owner looks at the wooden barrels wrapped in quilts. Such stalls are very common in the southeast region.

Unlike Xin Yue, who emphasizes business, only monks with purchasing power are allowed to enter the city. There are still many ordinary people in the city. Most of the porridge eaters at this stall are mortals. Seeing the two men and girls who were monks came in, the stall owner dared not neglect and hurriedly packed up a table.

Mao Zimiao asked for two signature dishes, and gave Wang Qi a sip. Wang Qi put down the bowl without eating two bites, and the chopsticks stirred in the porridge.

The cat-eared girl was a little worried: "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Wang Qi looked at the herring porridge with infinite resentment: "I am a sweet party! Porridge that can't be mixed with sugar can't be considered porridge at all!"

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