Jun Wu Xiao carried the motorcycle as he followed Gu Zhou Jian to the gas station. The two of them walking down the street drew quite a lot of attention. It's not unreasonable either, as normal people buy motorbikes to ride them, not to carry them while walking.
He wasn't blind, so he could see the curious stares from everyone around. He said:
"I thought there were already many cultivators in this era. Is it that strange for me to be carrying a motorcycle?"