Mythological origins

"Is this a city built by immortal cultivators here? Is that their imperial weapon?" Although Wei Wuya traveled across the Yuanyang world, he had never seen such a grand scene:

It seemed that it was the end of the holiday in the ancient country of Blue Star Donghuang, and the huge flow of traffic returning to the city was blocked on the highway for more than ten kilometers.

A group of people walked on a country road under the highway and looked up at the traffic jam above. Ancient people who had never seen such a large formation were stunned.

"On this stretch of road alone, there are tens of thousands of immortal cultivators? Could it be that the method of pseudo-spiritual roots is also widely spread in this world?!" Wei Wuya roughly estimated the poor people blocked on the road and came up with something that scared him. Jump to conclusion.

In other words, before the method of pseudo-spiritual roots was promoted in Yuanyang Realm, the true spiritual roots were only one in a hundred, and there were tens of thousands of cities that could control the magic weapon level, even in the huge Nanya Prefecture. , are also very few.

Only after the emergence of the Pseudo Spiritual Root Technique (Yin Yang and Five Elements Technique) did monks begin to crawl everywhere, and it gradually became common for tens of thousands of monks to gather in one city.

However, people do not understand each other's joys and sorrows.

While country bumpkin Wei Wuya was shocked, Lin Yuedong and the others from the empire only felt backward...

After all, this is a world equivalent to the technological level of the empire more than five hundred years ago.

Although he, the "old man", felt some nostalgia, that was all.

The word "traffic jam" is already a far-away concept for Lin Yuedong, who usually takes the space shuttle when going out.

"I'm afraid, we have to adapt to the hard life of youth again." He said while holding the cat.

"I'm a little worried about how much performance the 'mobile phones' in this world have left..." Lin Zilan is a serious Internet addict. On the Imperial Internet, it is common for high-intensity surfing for twelve hours a day.

If there was no internet, or if the internet was too backward, it would be hard for her to imagine how she would live.

"..."

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"Is this another subordinate world controlled by the empire? Or have we become the vanguard of the invasion?" Compared to Lin Yuedong, who frowned slightly and clearly felt that he was going to have a hard life, Master Pang felt that he was going to have a hard time. Arrived in a familiar environment.

The world he originally came from seemed to have the same level of technology as the Blue Star, and it had no extraordinary power. Therefore, when faced with the invasion of an empire that was overwhelmed by both technology and extraordinary powers, he had no power to resist.

The organization that Master Pang belongs to is said to be a resistance army, but in fact, in the eyes of the empire, it is just some gutter rats. It is only because the empire's advance troops are short of manpower and have no time to control some border areas that they have a chance to survive.

Once the subsequent development corps is gradually in place, the so-called resistance army will naturally melt away.

After coming to the empire, Master Pang realized this problem and resolutely chose to integrate into the empire.

"I almost forgot something." The man in white suddenly said at this time.

His gentle words instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Someone asked me to give you some money..." As soon as he finished speaking, the white robe he was wearing turned into pieces of banknotes flying in the sky, scattering in the air like butterflies.

But flying around was just an illusion. In the end, these banknotes landed evenly in everyone's pocket.

Even the cat Lin Yue was holding got a share.

The white robe originally worn by the man in white turned into banknotes and scattered around, but under the white robe, there was another white robe.

"..."

"It turns out that this is the golden thigh who is related to the one above..." Master Pang pinched the banknotes in his hand and hesitated for a moment. He was struggling whether to switch to this person or not. "Forget it, this person is not the type that I can control at first glance. He rashly surrendered to him. Not to mention whether the other party accepted him or not, I don't even know how he was tricked to death."

Compared to Lin Yuedong, who is clearly an honest person, the man in white in front of him is obviously not an easy person. Master Pang is still somewhat self-aware. He is not a talented person, but he can barely grasp the psychology of an honest noble. I think. There's no point in using the old monsters.

"I haven't asked for your advice yet... Your name is yours." Wei Wuya casually arranged the stack of fluttering banknotes and asked respectfully.

"Shen Zong."

"Lord Shenzong, I have long admired you. I wonder if the immortal has given us any instructions?" It was Farel who brought Wei Wuya in just now. This Shenzong must be the right-hand man of the true immortal.

"No."

"..." Even if his hot face touched a cold butt, Wei Wuya was not embarrassed at all.

"Then Lord Shenzong, do we want to form a group?" Lin Zilan, an internet addicted girl, said suddenly.

Animals can talk, which is commonplace for both Imperial people and monks in Yuanyang Realm, so there is no surprise in this.

"Since we are all selected by the same adult, we must always achieve certain goals, but this goal may not be stated for some reasons, so we can only explore it ourselves.

Instead of groping alone, it is better for everyone to join the group and communicate together, so that we may be able to guess the adult's goal faster and share the worries for the adult..."

Lin Zilan said what she had organized for a long time on the road. She was just addicted to the Internet, but she had no social fear, and she could see Master Pang's purpose.

"What is forming a group?" Zhao Zilin asked confused.

She could see that Elder Wei Wuya was also confused, but she was too embarrassed to ask questions. At this time, she needed to step forward and be this curious baby.

"..."

This time it was Lin Zilan's turn to be confused. Didn't these guys understand the common language of the empire? They didn't even know what it meant to create a group?

"No mobile phone." After a moment of silence, the man in white broke the silence.

"..."

"We have money now, we can go buy one." Lin Zilan said with gritted teeth.

"Okay."

"..."

A group of ancient people, watching the communication of several modern people, felt more and more that everyone was not living in the same time and space.

"Mobile phones are communication tools that even mortals can use in this world..." Zhao Zilin quietly transmitted to the people in Yuanyang Realm.

She had some memories of her previous life, so she could basically understand the conversation between Lin Zilan and the others, but such things could not be exposed, so she evaded the question and said that Lin Cheng told her in a dream.

"There are magical instruments that even mortals can use? Don't they require mana? So, the thousands of spiritual shuttles on the road are filled with mortals?"

Wei Wuya has no concept of "technology" in his mind. He can easily refine magical instruments with the same functions, but if the immortal cultivators want to serve mortals in turn, it is impossible.

PS: The book club exploded again. The last group was a month old. The new book club: 590-473-108