Can Scientific Cultivators Penetrate into the Second Dimension

It is also by this method that Wensheng City and Xianzhong City were able to avoid some highly fatal and highly contagious diseases under such a large population density. Otherwise, according to the world before Lin Xiu traveled, it would really make the feudal era background The population below is crowded and living in a small area, and various infectious diseases can directly kill people in a few days.

Under this background, even if the low-level monks have a hard time, they are definitely much better than ordinary people, and the city will allocate some resources to supply them, so they will not be reduced to the level of becoming "bandits". ...A real bandit would not be so stupid as to steal in the city.

Facing Lin Xiu's question, Fan Xiaohua and Niu An'an, who realized that they would not be killed in a short time, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly explained.

It turned out that the root cause of this incident lies in the changes in the outer city.

Just like what Lin Xiu saw when he came here, after a large number of people in Zhuoquan City were relocated and lost, the positions that were originally required by these low-level monks were also abolished one after another. Some monks with other skills can still make a living. A monk who has no background after entering the world of cultivating immortals soon fell into an embarrassing situation.

If you are in other fields, it is a big deal to be a casual cultivator who lives in the world and go out to meet opportunities, but in Qingyuan, if you take you out, you will die.

You said go hunting demons?

Based on their cultivation base, it is estimated that they were hunted by monsters, and with the large number of people relocated over the years, Zhuoquan City also seemed to be less interested in hunting monsters, and did not encourage them with rich resources like before, even if they really took risks. Going out of the city may not be able to earn many spirit stones.

In this case, monks like them can only earn spirit stones by relying on a few tasks occasionally assigned by the above monks, but in this obvious seller's market environment, in order to be able to borrow tasks, monks can only earn spirit stones. Being able to keep rolling inwards, some people can't roll it in and roll it in - like Fan Xiaohua and Niu An'an, plus another accident (the spirit stone was stolen), and then it became what it is now.

Hearing this, even Lin Xiu couldn't help feeling a little sympathy for the two of them.

Although it happened in the world of cultivating immortals, judging from the situation of these two people, they are very similar to the programmer who was laid off by a big factory at the age of 35 before time travel.

The original iron rice bowl was abolished and replaced due to business changes, and it was thrown into the "flexible employment staff" without even an "N+1" compensation. Savings were all wiped out by "fraud/marketing/theft", and finally embarked on this road of no return... It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiu's original plan to punish them faded away. He planned to find some excuse to send the two away, and asked casually, "Have you heard of a monk named 'Zhao Siming'?"

But I didn't want to, the words that were just casual got an unexpected answer.

"Senior, are you talking about the head Zhao of the 'Chou Xin Zhen'?"

Chou Xin Needle... Revenge Su Xinzong, and use a "needle". If I remember correctly, Zhao Siming used the flying needle when he was in Beiwangshan, and it is almost invincible to extract confessions.

Good guy, I'm afraid no one will recognize it, and what the hell is Master Zhao?

Although he hasn't seen it yet, Lin Xiu is already [-]% sure that this 'Chou Xin Needle' is Zhao Siming, and immediately took out a few pieces of spirit stones, and said: "Tell me the news about this 'Chou Xin Needle' head Zhao, these The spirit stone will be given to you."

314. Guihe Gate

Inner City East District, Guihe Gate.

Unknowingly, it was the entrance ceremony of Guihemen again, but compared with previous years, the front of Guihemen seemed a bit deserted this year. There were also fewer conversations.

Facing this scene, Zhao Siming, the founder and first head of the Guihe Gate, who won the title of "Chou Xin Needle" in Zhuoquan City, and a well-known foundation cultivator within a certain range, couldn't help but let out a cry. sigh.

"Time waits for me."

He had just set foot on this land and had great ambitions, but time has passed, and it is hard to say how much of the spirit he once had. If Zhao Siming had just arrived, he would be flustered in comparison to this scene , but will devote great determination and motivation to find a solution.

And now...

"How many disciples are there this year?"

The disciples waiting on the side hurried forward to report: "Sect Master, there are 11 disciples this year, seven with cultivation bases, four with spiritual roots, eight of them with low-grade spiritual roots, and three with middle-grade spiritual roots. .”

The implication is that there is no top-grade spiritual root.

This is also a matter of course, after all, the Guihe Sect has no reputation and no resources, and even the reason why he was able to establish it was because of the migration of Zhuoquan City's population, which loosened the authority and control of various sects in the city.

Although it has been developed for more than [-] years, the total number of monks in the entire sect is less than a hundred, and there are only three foundation monks. It is strange that such conditions can attract any good seedlings.

And even if there are really good seedlings who come to him, they may not dare to accept them. After all, this kind of talent is outstanding but chooses to join the small sect. , although a similar situation did not happen in Guihemen, Zhao Siming has heard of it occasionally over the years, and he is no longer the stunned "Master Zhao" who used to be, so naturally he would not foolishly fall for it.

In fact, if it’s just these problems, it’s not a big deal. After all, it’s not just those talented disciples who support the development of a sect, but tens of hundreds of years of hard work and growth. Growing up, there may not be a day when you become a towering tree.

However, Xiao He was defeated by Xiao He, and the Guihe Sect, which was established by relying on Zhuoquan City's relocation policy, has now tasted its bitter fruit.

With the loss of a large number of people, the once-crowded outer sect now has two or three kittens. In the inner sect, except for the two juniors who successfully broke through the foundation building, other people have also died because of the imminent limit, and the newly promoted disciples There are very few, and in the long run, I'm afraid the goalkeeper will not make it.

Just when Zhao Siming was thinking about the way forward, he heard the words of the disciples around him: "Back to the head, most of the people with cultivation base are those who can't get along in the city and dare not go outside the city. The qualifications are mostly ordinary, and it is not easy to support inner disciples to practice with the resources inside the sect, so why accept them to maintain the outer sect?"

"Inner door..."

The disciple's sincere words evoke Zhao Siming's long-term memory. He was also one of the "outer sect" a long time ago, and he was also a part that was abandoned.

"...Just reduce Zhao's part of the resources, don't mention this matter again."

The qi training disciple couldn't help opening his mouth when he heard the words, but when he was about to say something more, he saw the stern gaze of the sect master, his heart trembled and he bowed his head and stopped speaking.

After dismissing the disciple with a wave of his hand, the voices outside quickly faded away when he walked into the backyard.

Although it is only separated by a wall, the backyard is much quieter under the effect of the formation, and the various furnishings are a bit more elegant than the outside.

This is the "inner door" of the Guihe Sect, but it is different from ordinary sects. What distinguishes the inner and outer doors of the Guihe Sect is not only the cultivation level and the wall, but also the identities of some people...

Not long after stepping through the inner door, a frowning cultivator greeted him. He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. After bowing his hands and saluting, he said in a solemn tone, "Senior Brother Zhao, I'm afraid Brother Wu is about to die."

Zhao Siming paused: "Take me there."

Then the two moved towards a room, and after a while, accompanied by a strong smell of herbs, the two came to a secluded room, where there were two people, one was lying on the bed with shortness of breath, the other He also frowned and said nothing. After seeing Zhao Siming and Pang Heying coming, he got up and saluted to make way.

Zhao Siming nodded and sat on the side of the bed. When he was about to say hello, he saw his wrinkled face, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

——The deadline has come, and there is no cure for medicine and stone.

It is not injury or disease that caused him to be like this, but simple aging. The limit of lifespan is a proposition that cannot be ignored for every monk. People will finally usher in this day.

Suppressing the emotion in his heart, Zhao Siming called out in a low voice: "Junior Brother Wu."

In this whispered call, "Junior Brother Wu"'s muddy and scattered eyesight slightly concentrated, looking towards him hazyly.

Zhao Siming, who noticed this situation, was refreshed, and just when he was about to encourage him, he heard——

"...Brother Liang..."

For a while, including Zhao Siming, the three foundation builders were all speechless.

But this "Junior Brother Wu" didn't stop there, but said in an intermittent tone: "Didn't you...just...leave the mountain...how...you came back..."

"Master... Blame... Come down... Junior brother won't... help you...hehe..."

The words were clearly vague, but anyone could feel his sincere joy at the moment, and at the same time, "Junior Brother Wu" looked higher and higher—as if through Zhao Siming's face , beyond the low house, towards the sky, towards the distance, and constantly look back towards the past.

"Junior brother... tired... ah, take me... to meet... Master... good... good... good..."

When those eyes were at the highest point, the breath also fell to the bottom until there was nothing left.

Zhao Siming got up after a while: "Let Xi Peng be buried later."

Just about to leave, one of the two foundation builders couldn't bear it any longer: "Senior brother Zhao! How long are you going to wait!"

Ignoring Pang Heying's persuasion, Zhang Junhao's face turned red, and his tone contained anger: "Junior Zhong, Junior Sister You, Senior Brother Bao... how many sect disciples have passed away meaninglessly here in the past 30 years, and now even Junior Brother Wu has passed away. , How many lifespans can I wait for?!"

"So what should Junior Brother Zhang think?"

"It's very simple, let the younger brother take the messenger flying sword to the area of ​​Xianzhong City—"

As soon as this remark came out, even Pang Heying, who was still trying to stop him, couldn't help but stop.

Zhao Siming turned his head and looked straight at Pang Heying, who held his head up and refused to retreat: "Is this your idea alone?"

"That's what I'm waiting for too."

Following these words, figures stepped in from the door, but except for the three foundation cultivators, all of them had white beard and hair. Although they could not be out of breath after walking two steps like ordinary people because of their success in Qi training, but that The meaning of stock decline can't be concealed.

Among them, the leader, an old man with pale beard and hair, gave a junior salute to Zhao Siming: "Brother Zhao, I don't have much time to wait. Instead of wasting here in vain, I don't want to struggle at the end. It was in vain that Uncle Zha let me escape from Xinan Ling at his own expense."

Looking at these faces that have been together for decades, Zhao Siming pursed his lips, and said for a long while, "Your way of repaying is to involve Senior Brother Lin?"

As soon as this remark came out, it seemed that the last fig leaf had been lifted, and even Pang Heying couldn't help but say: "Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Lin is also a disciple of the Hegui Sect, so why don't you have the same thoughts as us? come to get involved?"

"Brother Zhao, do you feel at ease sitting in the head of the sect for decades? Seeing fellow He Guizong's disciples sitting here meaninglessly, don't you really feel ashamed at all?"

"You're wrong about two things."

With the sudden explosion of Zhao Siming's aura in the middle stage of foundation establishment, including Pang Heying and Zhang Junhao, everyone's words were suppressed for a while: "First, Senior Brother Lin is Senior Brother Lin. It has something to do with it, and it is the same today; secondly, there is no He Guizong here today, only the Guihe Sect, and as the head of the Guihe Sect, I naturally have the right to decide the affairs of the sect!"

The voice fell, and the scene was dead silent.

I don't know how long it took, but as Zhang Junhao was the first to leave with his sleeves thrown away, the others followed one after another, and no one paid any attention to the head of the "Guihe Sect".

Zhao Siming didn't say a word about this. It's not the first time this kind of thing happened, and it won't be the last time. It is also impossible for people to easily mobilize.

Not to mention, Zhang Junhao is still looking forward to the Messenger Flying Sword in his hand that can contact Brother Lin. If he is told that this Messenger Flying Sword is nothing at all, how furious would he be?

Thinking of Zhao Siming's low chuckle, but he didn't want to, there was a third voice in the room where there was only one other "Junior Brother Wu" who had just sat down not long ago.

"I don't know what made senior brother so happy?"

Looking up in astonishment, he saw the figure in front of him.

Time seems to have left no trace on this person at all. What was it like when we parted more than 60 years ago, and what was it like when we reunited more than 60 years later,

Rubbing his lips, he replied for a long while, half sobbing and half excited: "Of course it's... thinking of something happy."

After burying "Junior Brother Wu", Zhao Siming told Lin Xiu what happened to him over the years.

The first step was naturally the parting with Lin Xiu in Tuguo Palace that day.

315. Impure Evil

After Lin Xiu decided to go to Heguizong to find out, Zhao Siming turned back to Daobei to look at the mountain.

Because the distance was not far away, the evil cultivator who had perfected his qi when he came here had already been beheaded by Lin Xiu, so he didn't encounter any danger on the return journey.

After rushing back to Beiwang Mountain, Zhao Siming immediately led a group of disciples who stayed in the mine to bring all the things they could bring, and moved all the way to the north.

The accident happened at this time.

"We met a casual cultivator who was suspected to be from Suxuanling, and had a conflict with him. I originally planned to pay some spirit stones as a price to avoid it, but I never thought that the leisure atmosphere of Suxuanling was different from that of Xinanling. In such a situation, the more you give in, the more the opponent will gain ground, and you will have to fight to determine the outcome."

"But in my group, except me and a few outer sect juniors, the rest were just handyman disciples in charge of mining spirit mines. How can we compete with the murderous men led by Su Xuan? Soon we will wait They were defeated and had no choice but to flee in all directions in a hurry."

"Among them, I, Junior Brother Zhang, Junior Brother Zhong, and the two handyman disciples were more fortunate. They escaped by chance, but after meeting up, we didn't dare to stay in Suxuan Ling anymore. Instead, we diverted to Qingyuan Ling halfway."

The five monks who were mere qi training masters, even those who hadn't even reached the late stage of qi training, led the way from Xinan to Qingyuan.

During this process, two handyman disciples whose potential had been exhausted died one after another due to accidents, and even Junior Brother Zhong was seriously injured.Afterwards, it took the three of them a whole ten years to reach the location of Qingyuan Territory.

"At that time, the three of us had a disagreement. I preferred to stop in Wensheng City to recuperate, but Junior Brother Zhang planned to move to the west. As for Junior Brother Zhong...he was obviously injured the most, but he decided to go to Suxinzong The city under its jurisdiction is dormant, planning to launch a grand plan of revenge against the Suxin Sect one day."

Obviously, as far as the result is concerned, the three of them chose Junior Brother Zhong's method.

Although the three qi-training monks at that time were young, they were also full of vigor. Even though they had gone through ten years of hard work, the anger and hatred in their hearts did not wear away because of this, but became more intense.

They still don't know how desperate it is to launch revenge against a sect...