Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

The two monks had no reaction at all when they were discussing these things. For practitioners, there are so many worldly concepts.

For them, things in the world have long passed away, and some can't even remember where their home is.

"Okay, don't worry about it. What I mean is that things like feelings come and go. There is no need to worry so much. If he is good to you, just be good to him. If he is not good to you, just ignore him. .”

Hua Ningyao felt that this honest man's eyebrows were about to get knotted, so she comforted him by saying that this simple man was not suitable for thinking about big principles.

"Oh, oh, that makes sense."

The whole time, Mu Ye stood aside like a stone, while Zhu Yusheng had already fallen asleep. He had been given too many drugs, and the only reason he could barely wake up was because of the strength of the secret guards who woke him up.

Gradually, there were several more spaceships in the sky, and Hua Ningyao was there to watch the excitement. All the spaceships were a combination of one young and one old.

She lay on the edge of the boat and looked at the other spaceships. She was a modern person and knew what could make an airplane fly into the sky.

Curious about the principle behind it, she looked at the bottom of the spacecraft opposite, tilting her head to see if there was a power unit.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhu Yusheng finally got up. As soon as he woke up, he saw Hua Ningyao shaking her head, so he went over and asked.

"Are you resurrected? Let me see how this ship flies. Doesn't it need power to drive it?"

"What is motivation?"

"Uh... the carriage relies on horses, and the boat relies on wind, oars, or waves to move on the water. How does this boat fly so fast?"

"Isn't it by magic?"

"Well, spells are also a kind of energy output, right?"

"What is energy output?"

This time, the young monk came to ask. He said that Hua Ningyao's remarks were quite novel.

"Well... it's just like you boil water, transfer the temperature of the fire to the water, and then boil the water."

Does Hua Ningyao think her cultivation of immortality is also a science? Absorb various molecular ions in the air? And then in what way will it be spread?

Do you think of the human body as an energy converter? Wait...why is she thinking about these questions?

Did she learn something strange? Hua Ningyao rubbed her chin. She seemed to have a strange way of thinking.

"Oh, I don't understand."

"Ah, it's okay, I don't understand either."

The young monk shook his head. Does boiling water with fire have anything to do with the energy? Hua Ningyao comforted him calmly.

"Well, it feels like...you are comforting me, right?"

"Uncle, don't worry about this. By the way, how old is your uncle?"

"Three hundred."

"Wow...it's not an exaggeration to call him an ancestor, right?"

"No, no, no, you'd better stop shouting now. If we are higher in rank than us, we will be struck by lightning."

"what???"

Is the order of elders and younger ones in cultivating immortals so strict? Will I get struck by lightning if I shout the wrong thing?

While several people were chattering, a huge spaceship with several floors appeared in the distant sky, and Hua Ningyao suddenly jumped out.

"Wow, what a luxury cruise ship."

Is this as big as an aircraft carrier? How many floors are there? Is this more exciting than an airplane?

Why can’t we see such awesome people in modern society? Where have all the immortal cultivators gone?

And what about this legendary fairy mountain? What will happen to these people in the future?

"Ah? This is about our superior magic weapon, the world-breaking ship, which can carry thousands of mortals to break the world at one time."

"Huh? What does breaking the boundary mean?"

"There is a barrier between the immortal and mortal realms. You can't just go in and out. You have to use a boundary-breaking magic weapon to pass through. And there is only one chance to break the boundary every five years. The barrier is usually very strong."

For geniuses, no matter what the purpose, most people will be more patient. After all, no one knows what his future achievements will be.

"Oh."

No wonder the selection of disciples is only done once every five years. It turns out that you can't come at other times. Hua Ningyao nodded. Otherwise, if you keep going back and forth, it seems to be more disadvantaged for ordinary people, right?

The small spaceship flew directly into the big ship, and then the people on the small ship disembarked, and the small ship shrank to the size of a palm, and was put into a purse by them.

"Wow, this boat is really big."

Hua Ningyao stood on the boat and turned around several times. She had a look of shock on her face, and her beautiful big eyes were so bright that it was scary.

"Yes, we only have ten ships in the entire Immortal World, and only the big sects have them."

"Okay, stop chatting, your rooms have been arranged, I will take you there."

The middle-aged monk said to a few people, and then took the three of them to find a room. This room was also divided according to talent.

For example, Wang Dazhu lived in a room on the first floor, a quadruple room with bunk beds.

Zhu Yusheng is on the third floor. It's a single room. It looks pretty good, with a table and so on.

Hua Ningyao was taken to the top floor, where there were only a few rooms. The middle-aged monk pointed to a room and said to her.

"That is your room."

"Okay, thank you, uncle."

She nodded a little, then opened the door and went in. This room was about twenty square meters in size. Although it was not comparable to the room in her princess's mansion, it had an inside and an outside room.

"Mu Ye, you can stay outside and guard the door."

"Yes, Master."

The middle-aged monk walked to the room next to hers. He could live on the top floor. He must be very talented.

After all, the 60-year-old monk lives on the same floor as Zhu Yusheng. It seems that they are also based on their talents and cultivation.

There were many monks walking around on the first floor, and lunches were all brought to them. They had just eaten on the boat, and Hua Ningyao was not very hungry.

The middle-aged monk next door actually didn't need to eat, but he ate the food given by the emperor, so he could still eat.

Then so much food prepared in her space would not be wasted, but what the young monk meant was that they didn't eat most of the time.

It is said that eating is a waste of time, and they would rather spend their time on cultivation, some of which last for several years.

In addition to eating the meat of some spiritual beasts, or spiritual fruits, they would only eat things that can help their cultivation.

Hua Ningyao said that it would be difficult for her to practice for a few years, right? For a lazy person like her, it is hard to imagine that she could practice for many years.

Of course...if the practice is to sleep...she feels like she can't lie down either, maybe she can't, right?

Hua Ningyao thought with some uncertainty, but it seemed that it would be difficult to pass away a thousand years.

But she should write down the cultivation method. What if she can practice it again if she returns to her world? The probability of survival is higher this way.

Now she has internal strength and Qinggong. I wonder if she will be able to return to her true body?