There were more than a dozen individual passengers riding on the Pearl and Jade House flying boat. When Qian Yang entered the utility room, these people were standing in the cabin, waiting for the flying boat to set sail in a comfortable posture that suits them.

According to the itinerary of Zhuyufang, the flying boat will set off early the next morning. After about two months of voyage, it will eventually arrive in Yaori City, Zhongzhou.

Qian Yang roughly looked at the men, women, young and old in the cabin, but did not see any eye-catching characters. Judging from their appearance, they should be ordinary monks struggling in the world.

These people range from the foundation-building stage to the Golden Elixir stage. Among them, there should be two people with the highest cultivation level, both of which are around the perfect Golden Elixir. One of them is a casual cultivator in the South China Sea who had just met Qian Yang, and the other is an old man with kind appearance.

Qian Yang wanted to chat, but it would be a bit abrupt if he had no reason to chat with a stranger, but the only "acquaintance" here is not a good chat object.

Qian Yang was a little confused. Unexpectedly, the old man with a kind appearance took the initiative to speak when he saw him: "Young friend is also a passenger on this flying boat?"

Qian Yang was stunned and immediately beat the snake and followed the stick. He walked forward two steps and answered: "That's right, senior, are you going to Zhongzhou?"

This is an obvious nonsense, and the old man has no words yet, which has caused the Southeast Asian cultivator next to him to breathe heavily.

The old man smiled, pointed to a cushion beside him, and signaled Qian Yang to sit down and chat slowly.

Qian Yang sat on the cushion, and Luo Yongxi shook his body and inserted it between Qian Yang and the old man. It was like he was afraid that the old man would be unfavorable to Qian Yang.

The old man was stunned and then smiled and said, "Young friend is not an ordinary identity?"

Qian Yang smiled and said, "Senior laughed. Where did I get my identity? I just got some enemies. This little brother is the bodyguard I hired."

The old man looked at Luo Yongxi's outfit on the hidden swordsmen and shrugged casually: "Body guards, let's be a bodyguard! I am old and can't rest as long as someone is willing to chat with me. What kind of identity is not that important."

The Nanyang cultivator next to him snorted again, and this time he simply turned over and turned his face to the other side.

Qian Yang scratched his head and secretly pointed at the casual cultivator and asked the old man: "This senior is..."

The old man smiled embarrassedly: "I pulled this guy to chat for a while before. He probably thought I was noisy, so he was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't have any opinions about my friend."

When the wandering cultivator heard this, he stood up "hungry" and said angrily: "I am willing to chat and chat! Do you know if it makes people disturb you?"

The old man was not annoyed at all: "This is not Nanyang, and I can't measure right or wrong by your standards. Here, everyone will not think that I am disturbing others when chatting normally. Instead, you will stop me from drinking with harsh words and despicable things. "

The casual cultivator was stunned and looked around. Sure enough, he found that the people in the room looked a little weird when they saw him, and obviously did not agree with his behavior.

He opened his mouth several times in a row, but the wandering cultivator didn't say a word. Finally, he swayed his sleeves in hatch and pushed open the cabin door and walked out angrily.

The old man shrugged indifferently and planned to continue chatting with Qian Yang.

Qian Yang measured his mind and stood up decisively, saying, "I accidentally annoyed that senior. I'll go and compensate me. I'll chat with senior again if I have the chance in the future!"

The old man chuckled and said, "My friend is at will."

Qian Yang ran and chased him out of the door, but finally found the righteous cultivator outside, squatting in the corner.

"What are you here to do?" the casual cultivator asked angrily.

Qian Yang turned around and signaled Luo Yongxi, who was running over, to stop, and then spoke to the casual cultivator: "Chaving in the cabin will indeed affect others, and I sincerely apologize for the troubles that have brought to my seniors."

"Hmph!" The casual cultivator looked unhappy: "You people outside of Nanyang still care about this?"

"Uh..." Qian Yang was a little embarrassed, thinking to himself why this old man fired a map cannon in a disagreement? Outside Nanyang, the area of ​​this strike is too large.

The wandering cultivator glanced at Qian Yang, suppressed his anger, and said, "Forget it! It's not a big deal! Anyway, everyone like you are like this, I can't get used to it, and I'll never go out to Southeast Asia again!"

Qian Yang has always been very interested in Nanyang. Today, he finally caught a native Nanyang man and couldn't help but speak clichés: "Senior? You Nanyang people don't even chat loudly in public? Everyone is so qualified?"

"Quality? What?" The casual cultivator looked puzzled.

Qian Yang nodded secretly, thinking that your attitude towards speaking is not as good as a person of quality. So what are the completely different living habits of Nanyang people from here?

"I am very curious about some of my predecessors' views and the living environment in Nanyang. Can you have the time to tell me a lecture?"

This is the second time Qian Yang has made a similar request. The casual cultivator is obviously not a talker, but he doesn't seem to know how to refuse. Just like Qian Yang asked him why he came to the Western Wilderness before, he answered reluctantly.

This time, the casual cultivator also spoke helplessly: "We are all casual cultivators in Southeast Asia, and we emphasize being alone and free. Everyone does whatever they want. No one controls you, so you don't think about controlling others."

"This..." Qian Yang was a little confused: "Do whatever he wanted? Wouldn't that be a mess?"

The casual cultivator snorted: "If you guys do whatever you want, you will definitely be a mess, but you will definitely not be there for us!"

"Oh?" Qian Yang expressed his questions in a timely manner.

Sure enough, the casual cultivator continued to speak smoothly: "In Nanyang, everyone has learned one truth since childhood, that is, a person can do anything you are willing to do, but everything you do must not affect others!"

Qian Yang was stunned and blurted out in one sentence: "The premise of freedom does not affect the freedom of others?"

The cultivator was shocked, and he pondered for a while before nodding: "You are right! That's the reason!"

Qian Yang smiled: "So you think the senior chatting in the cabin just now affected you, so you are particularly unacceptable?"

The casual cultivator's eyes were wide open, and he could not control his emotions: "It's not just a chat? Since leaving Nanyang, I have found that people here like to take care of others."

"It's just a boat. Tell me what time to start the boat. I will naturally arrive before the boat is opened, but you forced me to not leave the flying boat four hours before the boat is opened. I'll sell it to you?"

Qian Yang smiled and explained: "Is he also responsible for you? I'm afraid that you will be in trouble if you miss the time?"

The casual cultivator was so angry that his face turned red: "I have lived for hundreds of years, but I still have to take responsibility? If I am late and can't get on the boat, I will naturally take responsibility myself. Why do you limit my freedom?"

When Qian Yang saw that the emotions of the casual cultivator seemed to be uncontrollable, he quickly spoke up and comforted him: "Senior, look, these are all trivial matters, and you can't make you angry with such a big temper."

The casual cultivator shook his head: "You can see how you act in small matters. I found that you have a strong paranoid attitude towards controlling others. I can't stand it. This time it's a mistake. I will never come to you again!"

Qian Yang sighed: "Senior, first of all, I am not in the same group as those who are in charge of you."

The casual cultivator paused for a moment and still said, "You are all the same thing!"

Of course, Qian Yang would not admit that he was a thing, and then explained: "I agree with what my predecessors said, and I cannot stand being controlled, nor do I want to restrain others. To a certain extent, my ideas are still very consistent with the casual cultivators in Nanyang."

"Really?" The wandering cultivator revealed his doubts.

"It's true!" Qian Yang's eyes were as clear as water.

The casual cultivator seemed to believe it a little. In fact, based on his life experience, everyone in the world should be like him. However, those who like to influence others and control others are strange things in the world.

Qian Yang continued: "The reason why I keep chasing my seniors and asking about things about Nanyang is that I hope that one day I can go to Nanyang and see the legendary free world with my own eyes."

"Okay!" The casual cultivator's eyes lit up: "Nanyang is much better than here. I'll keep you from coming back after you go!"

Qian Yang smiled and nodded: "I will go."

The ire of the wandering cultivator has disappeared, and now his face is full of joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land: "It just so happens that I am going back to Nanyang. If you want, just go back with me!"

Qian Yang hesitated for a moment before shook his head: "I have some trouble now, so I'll have a chance in the future!"

The casual cultivator laughed: "What's the trouble? Do you need my help?"

Qian Yang shook his head quickly: "Didn't it mean that the actions of casual cultivators cannot affect others! I dare not harm my seniors, so I will solve it myself."

The casual cultivator shook his head: "Indeed, your troubles cannot involve me, but this does not prevent me from actively reaching out to help when I see you in trouble. This is also one of the most basic survival principles of the casual cultivator."

Qian Yang smiled, this time he smiled from the bottom of his heart. He found that Nanyang was more and more interesting. He felt that he had a conceptual fit with the casual cultivator in front of him, or could understand more deeply into human nature.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior, but I have a lot of trouble. It's not something that can be solved by seniors. You should not be involved." Qian Yang sincerely refused.

The casual cultivator raised his eyebrows: "If I can help me, I may help, but if I can't help, I will definitely not seek death. I am a casual cultivator, and the initiative will always be in my own hands!"

Qian Yang Chaos cultivator picked up his thumbs up: "Senior wise!"

The casual cultivator waved his hand: "Don't call me senior, I'm hypocritical, call me Lao Lu. In Nanyang, people call me that's what I call me!"

"Then call me Brother Lu?" Qian Yang was a polite child after all.

"It's up to you!" Old Lu's heart was wiped out. For him, it was definitely an extremely happy thing to meet someone who could be discussed outside of Nanyang.
Chapter completed!