Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"Spiritual food master?" Zhenyan asked strangely.

"Maybe the concubine made a mistake," Bailu sighed, "This profession has disappeared for a long time."

It paused and added: "It's just that you have a special smell."

To be precise, the smell of spiritual power is very mixed.

The aura of ordinary practitioners is relatively pure, because cultivation itself is a process of eliminating impurities, tempering the body, and reshaping the golden body. Even spiritual root owners who have not practiced have a purer breath than ordinary people.

Nangong Zhenyan, as a cultivator on the fifth floor of the Qi refining period, has the same breath as ordinary people.

Of course, this doesn't sound like a compliment,

Bailu Mountain God was worried that Nangong Zhenyan would tell his ancestors what he said, which would attract the evil spirit, so he replaced some rhetoric.

But that was enough to arouse Zhenyan's curiosity.

Zhenyan sniffed the back of his hand, but didn't smell anything special.

"What's special?" Zhenyan couldn't help asking: "Is it related to the spiritual food master you just mentioned?"

Bailu Mountain God took a deep look at Zhenyan.

"Spiritual food master, as the name suggests, is a professional who cooks spiritual food; and the so-called spiritual food is food made from spiritual plants and beasts as ingredients, which can make monks after the bigu period feel hungry."

"Then what's the use of this kind of food?" a villager muttered.

"There are many benefits," Bailu Mountain God said, "Those who take the spiritual food for a long time will not only practice faster, but also will not encounter bottlenecks, and it will be easier to break through the cultivation base."

Following the description of Bailu Mountain God, the villagers' eyes became eager.

Lu Dayong even looked directly at Nangong Zhenyan: "Could it be that the porridge that the young master has been giving us all this time is spiritual food?"

The village chief even thought a little more:

It is rumored that Mr. Nangongqin just upgrades quickly and has never encountered a bottleneck?

Everyone has been speculating about the secrets of Immortal Nangong for a long time. Is this the truth? !

The villagers echoed in unison: "That's right! After the young master started serving the porridge, my cultivation has improved again."

"An old injury on my knee has healed!"

"Rhubarb has broken through!"

"Practice feels easier!"

……

Zhenyan couldn't help being a little proud of being praised like this, but his head still retained a trace of clarity.

"I'm just an ordinary cook!" Zhenyan argued.

It would be very embarrassing if it turned out to be a misunderstanding. After all, Zhenyan didn't think his cooking style was any different from other people's.

In order to prove his words, Zhenyan also took out the Zijin Dan furnace.

This alchemy furnace is really convenient.

It can be zoomed in and out according to Zhenyan's will. When zooming in, as long as the spiritual power is enough, you can cook as many ingredients as you want;

The previous fish porridge was not completely finished, and it was well sealed in the alchemy furnace.

Zhenyan enlarged the pill furnace, and the aroma of porridge spread out.

To be honest, when Zhenyan took out the alchemy furnace, there was a little hope that the mountain god would admit that he was the spiritual food master.

Although Zhenyan didn't have the memory of becoming a spiritual food master, no one would think too much of gold fingers!

Bailu Mountain God responded to Zhenyan's wish, but it was different from what he hoped.

"You seem to have misunderstood that spiritual food is not such a rare thing. In fact, the rice you cook with spiritual rice is spiritual food," Bailu Mountain God said: "The difference between spiritual food cooked by spiritual food masters and ordinary food is only 'delicious' The difference in speed! It is said that the more delicious the spiritual food, the more beneficial it is to practice."

"Ah, the porridge cooked by the young master is very delicious! Even though the rice is the same, it feels very delicious when he cooks it." The village chief said.

"That's right." The White Deer Mountain God glanced at the Purple Gold Pill Furnace: "In fact, the injuries you suffered in the demon disaster have been healed, but the injuries have caused you to be unable to improve your cultivation base. Nutritious, naturally beneficial."

Hearing this, Nangong Zhenyan understood.

The so-called spiritual food master is nothing more than a cook for a cultivator, and there is nothing special about it.

The villagers of Bailu Village, and even the cultivators are like patients who are living on saline and tonics with hanging bottles. Although their bodies are normal for the time being, it is impossible for them to eat well and grow up healthily. !

How did such an unhealthy civilization come about?

Nangong Zhenyan thought strangely, but he knew that asking the mountain god would not give an answer to such a question.

Zhenyan narrowed the scope of the inquiry: "Since taking spiritual food is so beneficial, why did the spiritual food master disappear?"

"Hehe, there must be enough ingredients!" Bailushan Shen said: "In ancient times, every plant and tree contained a lot of spiritual energy, so there was spiritual food, and there were even professions such as spiritual food masters, but in recent years the spiritual energy has been drying up. , even the ingredients for the elixir are hard to get together, so how can there be enough ingredients to make spiritual food?"

This argument sounds plausible.

Food culture has always been associated with material abundance.

After all, cooking requires much more props and ingredients than medicinal pills with fixed ingredients.

Just like crayfish.

As a well-known delicacy, crayfish is directly eaten to the point of artificial breeding, but in fact, in the era when people were most food-deficient decades ago, it was everywhere in the valleys, and it was an existence that even bear children were too lazy to catch.

This is because the cooking process of crayfish requires a lot of seasoning and oil, and when people themselves lack fat, who would like to study how to eat this kind of food with more shells and less meat? !

In fact, people in that period disliked even lean meat, and they wished every meal was greasy fat meat.

The same principle should also apply to the world of self-cultivation.

Since the elixir can provide a large amount of spiritual power at one time, why do you need to consume spiritual food little by little?Preparation is troublesome and costly.

I found a good Lingtian field, and planting Lingmi is more reliable than planting Lingjiang!

Nangong Zhenyan agreed with this statement, but he felt that there were not all reasons.

No matter how lacking in materials, it is impossible for all chefs to lose their jobs!

Zhenyan vaguely felt that there should be other factors in the disappearance of the spiritual food master.

However, Zhenyan was struggling with this problem. After Lu Dayong confirmed that the fish porridge was indeed the reason for the growth of the villagers' cultivation base in Bailu Village, he looked expectantly at the legs of the Bailu Mountain God:

"Since spiritual food can nourish the body, your injury..."

The legs of the White Deer Mountain God were entangled with black air, and even almost rotted. This is also the reason. Since its appearance, it has been lying on the bluestone, unable to get up.

"It's useless." The White Deer Mountain God simply shook his head: "The concubine's body is different from those spirit beasts. This body is just a projection produced by your thoughts, not the real body. Naturally, I can't eat any food, and I can't eat it." Rely on spiritual food to nourish."

"...how come?" The villagers showed disappointed expressions.

Bailu Mountain God looked at the expressions of the villagers and smiled wryly: "But since there is spiritual food, it is not completely helpless."

"What way?!" Lu Dayong asked excitedly.

"The body of the concubine is made up of the thoughts of the people of this mountain range, so the scars on the body of the concubine are not real scars, but because you were injured in the demon disaster, it will appear on the body of the concubine," Bailushan said. Shinto: "If Young Master Nangong is willing to donate spiritual food to other people to nourish their souls, the concubine's body will naturally recover to a certain extent."

"..."

Hearing what the mountain god said, the village chief and the villagers looked embarrassed instead.

Only Nangong Zhenyan was puzzled and said, "Subject?"

"Oh, just some mortals." Lu Dayong replied awkwardly.

"The ones in the towns outside?" Nangong Zhenyan remembered that he asked Shengyu to take him out for a walk not long ago, and felt that there was nothing wrong with the town except that it was a little poor.

"No, that town was actually deserted during the demon disaster. Later, after Immortal Nangong expelled the demon clan, it was re-inhabited, so most of it is outsiders," Lu Dayong explained: "In the mountains, there are some small families. Protected by the mountain god, they live alone, but they are all mortals..."

"So, they are all your relatives, right?" Zhenyan nodded.

He was still thinking that since there are demons raging in this area, there are so many low-cultivation Loose Immortals in Bailu Village.

Now it seems that the mountain god protected some human beings from the demon disaster, and then those human beings with spiritual roots became loose immortals, and then defected to Nangongqin's men to build Bailu Village.

It's no wonder that they are so grateful to Bailu Mountain God, and their loyalty seems to be higher than that to Nangongqin.

Lu Dayong smiled awkwardly.

But this time he didn't ask Zhenyan for help.

After all, Nangong Zhenyan is also the "young master" anyway, a blood relative of Nangong Qin.

Lu Da bravely asked Zhenyan to save Bailu Mountain God because he was a "god" after all, and it would not be impolite to help, but it would be too much for the young master to cook porridge for mortals.

Lu Dayong was a little worried about Zhenyan's misunderstanding, so he simply explained: "Even if there is some blood relationship, they are just mortals. How dare you bother the young master to nourish their bodies!"

Nangong Zhenyan has no class consciousness in this world.

"I think it's okay!" He said lightly.

"Little Lord?!"

Everyone looked at Nangong Zhenyan in surprise, even Bailu Mountain God's eyes widened in surprise.

After Lu Dayong was shocked, it was not joy, but fear.

He didn't know where this young master was. The Holy Mother descended to earth, so kind, but if Nangongqin found out that he abducted the young master to do the work for nothing, his life would be lost.

Lu Dayong said in a panic: "No, no need! Really no need! Besides, there are a lot of mountain people and they live in different places, so you can't be too busy at all! Regarding the mountain god's injury, let's find another way!"

"It's okay, isn't spiritual food a ready-made solution?" Nangong Zhenyan said casually.

His eyes looked towards the void, where words were floating:

[Main task: Construction of Bailu Village]

[Mission hint: You already know the villagers of Bailu Village, but they obviously don't believe that you can lead them to prosperity together.Please work hard to gain their trust and become their veritable leader! 】

[The second ring of the task line: the trust level of the White Deer Mountains exceeds [-];]

[Task Reward: "Bailu Mountain Encyclopedia of Biology"]