What is the most wonderful way to fly in the world?

Take a plane? Hot air balloon? Power parachute? Bungee jumping?

Flying mount? Your own wings? Magical anti-gravity? Fighting energy treads in the void?

Perhaps people have imagined all kinds of strange and incredible ways of flying, but probably no one would have thought of "flying in the belly of a god".

"It's really incredible!"

Looking outside through the window that Sui Xiong deliberately left, the sky was clear, and the strange landscape below was as cloudy as the sea. Lei couldn't help but widen his eyes, watching everywhere like a greedy child, trying to imprint this scenery that ordinary people would never see in their lifetime.

After a long time, when his eyes were a little sore, he left the window and returned to his "seat" and asked Stile, who was dozing off: "Why aren't you excited? Are you used to seeing such a scenery when you fly around?"

Stile yawned and said in a daze: "How can I fly so high... It's all flying above the clouds..."

"Then why aren't you excited?"

"I didn't sleep well yesterday...Don't bother me!"

Lei suddenly realized that from the night before yesterday to last night, Stile was bound by the tight rings and not allowed to have evil thoughts, but of course she could not restrain her mind from being confused. She basically spent the whole day in the process of "the heart is full of evil thoughts - the head ache - the honesty - the heart is again with evil thoughts". It was not until the tight ring was modified that she had peace.

The reason why she was not tired at that time was because she had to climb a mountain. When she was free now, the accumulated fatigue surged into her heart. If she was not sleepy, she would be really a ghost!

After he figured it out, he didn't bother Stile and took the book to pass the time.

As an aristocratic person, he had the habit of carrying books with him, but in fact he rarely read. Over the years, he had either fought and killed or ran around. Even if he had some leisure time, he would mostly urge himself to exercise well and prepare for the next adventure and battle. However, the current environment made him really afraid to exercise, so he could only read books.

The workmanship of this book is very exquisite. The yellow-brown parchment is tightened by the silver frame and will never deform. The black cover is inlaid with gold wire, and the fine gems used for decoration add a little luxury to it.

But for those who truly understand the profession, the signature of the copyist under the title of the book is the real value of this book.

The person who copied this book was a legendary wizard. Of course, when he copied this book, he was just a young scholar and had not really entered the mysterious palace of magic.

There is no papermaking technique in the main plane, and most of the materials used in books are parchment. Each piece of paper means that a piece of sheepskin of the same size is consumed, and perhaps a higher value than the sheepskin itself. This makes the book very expensive, and it is rare for ordinary people to see it all year round.

In addition to sheepskin, cloth is also a good writing material. However, it is not suitable for making books, and is generally only used to make announcements, reward lists and other things.

Writing on paper is a technical task. Apart from using spells specially invented for this, it can only be hand-copied by scholars. The spell records are neat and clear, but lack artistic beauty, so they have no value other than books. Some strict collectors even admit that hand-coding is a book and disdain for magical copying.

Although this book on Lei Hand is just an ordinary epic, it is nothing special in terms of content. However, its beautiful brushstrokes can be regarded as an embodiment of art, and the identity of the author greatly increases its value, enough to enter the ranks of "treasures".

When Lei Li was alone at home, except for the sword in his hand, only this book was considered precious. He has been wandering around over the years, but even at the most downturn, he never had the idea of ​​selling this book.

If the sword is his comrade-in-arms, then the book is the comfort of his soul. Only when he sees this book can he think of the peaceful and peaceful life in the past, and will he not feel that his youth is just a dream.

Although, he rarely reads.

The sunlight coming through the window was clear and bright. Lei An sat quietly in his seat, carefully looking at the epic in his hand, chewing carefully about the thrilling history contained in the poem, and sometimes admiring the poet's carefully carved words. If he didn't know his origin, he only looked at his current appearance, he was clearly a scholar and full of the elegant temperament of a nobleman.

When Stile woke up, he saw this scene.

Lei's appearance is actually very good. The "plastic surgery" that Sui Xiong did for him was not a random act, but was carved according to the principles of art, which made his face almost perfect except for a little deliberate sense of incongruity. As the days passed day by day, this incongruity slowly disappeared after his repeated joys, angers, sorrows and happiness. At this moment, he could be called a top-notch handsome man. If he wanted to put on modern clothes and walk on the bustling streets, I wonder how many women would shine.

At least, Stile's eyes shone now, as green as a hungry wolf.

Perhaps the aura she emitted was too strong, and the thunder who was reading was awakened. He calmly put away the book and then knocked on the wall beside him.

"Your Majesty." He asked, "Is it okay to recite the spell of the tight hoop here?"

Before Sui Xiong could answer, Stile had already screamed and lay on the ground and stopped moving.

“…I haven’t chanted the mantra yet!”

"Actually, I think you two have a good relationship." Sui Xiong said with a smile, "It's very tacit understanding."

Lei's face suddenly turned dark: "I have a tacit understanding with her?! Your Majesty Jellyfish God, your observation and understanding of human beings are not enough!"

"Maybe." Sui Xiong did not get too entangled with this issue, but instead used magic to synthesize an electronic sound, which echoed in the "cockpit".

"People, please note that the Jellyfish flight over the Duanyun Mountains is about to land. Please fasten your seat belt and take care of your children. Please check your belongings, turn off your mobile phone and other electronic products, thank you for your cooperation."

This passage is straightforward and can be used on planes on Earth. However, in this other world where no one knows Chinese, it only attracted surprise and complaints from two passengers.

"What kind of spell is this?" Lei asked.

"Maybe something is wrong?" Stile's thoughts were a little pessimistic. "Our height is falling, are we going to fall?"

Sui Xiong sighed, and couldn't help but feel frustrated as he threw his eyes on the blind man.

The "Jellyfish Airship" landed slowly soon. Because Sui Xiong kept the air pressure in the cockpit at a normal level, the two passengers did not feel dizzy and tinnitus like on the earth, and of course they would not hurt their noses and ears. Sui Xiong could not help but imagine: "If this technology could be used on the planes on the earth..."

However, this is impossible, because the shell of the plane on Earth is absolutely impossible to be as strong as the body of the Jellyfish God, and can withstand the huge pressure caused by the different air density inside and outside the cabin at high altitudes.

With the gentle collision, the "airship" landed smoothly on the ground, and a portal opened on the bulkhead. The two "passengers" sorted out their things and walked out carefully.

Outside the door is a flat rock, and there is still unmelted snow nearby, which shows that the terrain is quite high. The lush forests start from the hillside in the distance and extend to the end of the earth. The horizon formed by blue and green looks so clear.

This place is obviously south of the Duanyun Mountains, the ancient forest that is said to have existed since the birth of the world, and is called the "Ancient Forest".

From "boarding" to "landing", the trip was only a few hours in total. In fact, Sui Xiong could completely compress the time to a shorter time, and even cross the Duanyun Mountains in just a few minutes. However, the dense magic at the sky made him feel very comfortable, so he slowed down and walked leisurely in the sky with a slow speed like a walk, which took him so long.

Of course, Ray and Stile could not know this. They only knew that even for those strong men, the Duanyun Mountains, which could be called natural barriers, were easily crossed. There was neither a difficult journey nor a dangerous battle, nor even a long journey. The whole process was nothing more than a sleep in Stile and Stile read the book.

It's like resting in a hotel, easy and relaxing.

"The power of the gods is really unpredictable!" Lei couldn't help but sigh, "Your Majesty, if you are not so unreliable in normal times, you will definitely have many believers!"

"Actually, I have many believers," said Sui Xiong. "In the north, almost hundreds of people have been recruited."

"I'm not talking about the kind of people who praise you for money or shelter, but those who respect you from the bottom of their hearts and believe in you." Lei emphasized, "The former, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can do as much as you want. But only the latter can truly be called faith in you."

Sui Xiong smiled indifferently, he actually didn't care about this at all.

He really can't see any benefits when he believes or something.

According to the rules of the gods, if you are believed in by people, you can gain strength from it. But he has never felt any "power of faith". For him, being believed in by people is nothing more than just being praised and can get spiritual pleasure.

Of course it is good if someone believes in it. No one believes in it, it is actually just that, it is no big deal. In the final analysis, it is nothing more than a matter of face.

This may be like the proverb on the earth. The Buddha competes for a stick of incense, and it is nothing more than face.

Although he has lived in this world for a long time, although he has possessed great power like a god, and although he is believed by many people like a god, Sui Xiong has not truly transformed into a god in this world.
Chapter completed!