Notes on building a city in the immortal world

[The second ring of the main line: the trust of the White Deer Mountains exceeds 2651 (completed: 10000/[-])]

Nangong Zhenyan looked at the system prompt in front of him in a daze.

He had just woken up, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, he found this reminder floating in front of him.

"How did this thing come out?"

Zhenyan looked around the pillow subconsciously, and it took a while to realize that her food system is not a mobile phone, and there is no such thing as accidentally pressing it while sleeping.

And is the trust level higher than originally thought?

The current total belief degree is 2651 divided by the number of people in Bailu Village, which is 37, which equals... um... about 70?

Zhenyan calculated with a not so clear mind. He remembered that the average trust of the villagers in him was actually not high.

The initial trust level of the villagers in Bailu Village was only [-]. Later, when Zhenyan went to give porridge every day, it increased a little bit, but unfortunately, reality is not a game. When the trust level is full, the trust of most villagers will not increase until it is around [-], and there is still the existence of Granny Bai Xiaohua who is holding back.

So the trust level is really high!

Or is it because the decision to teach cooking skills yesterday was appreciated by everyone, so the trust level has increased?

Zhenyan thought blankly.

But he was too lazy to open the villager's illustrated book to see the changes in trust.

After all, this level of trust is still far from completing the main task. There are only a few people in the illustrated book, and they are still yellow-faced men and wrinkled uncles.

So Zhenyan sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then slowly got up and walked out of the room.

I didn't hear the three animals making noise this morning.

Probably because yesterday's dinner was barbecue, right?This doesn't taste good when it's cold.

Zhenyan yawned, only glanced at it when passing by the hall, and was startled.

The three animals were all in their original form, lying on the ground stiffly, it was hard to tell whether that posture was introspection or kneeling, and Nangong Qin was sitting on the chair in front of them, feeling cold all over his body.

What surprised Zhenyan was not the posture of the three animals, but the existence of Nangongqin.

Although it is said that one does not need to sleep during the Mahayana period, this ancestor seems to have the habit of staying in bed. Unless there is something to do, Zhenyan will not see him before noon.

On the other side, Nangongqin noticed Zhenyan's gaze, and the cold air dissipated immediately, and spring blossoms bloomed.

"Yan'er, are you up?"

"Well," Zhenyan carefully walked past the red bird who was desperately winking at her, and asked with some reluctance: "Ancestor, what's wrong with them?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the pet wants to steal it," Nangong Qin said with a smile.

It seems that these three foodies were caught by their ancestors, and Zhenyan took a sympathetic look at them.

Then Nangong Qin continued: "It's also my fault. I've been too careless in discipline on weekdays. I might as well take this opportunity to let them retreat for a while and increase their cultivation!"

"Yo?!" Sheng Yu suddenly turned pale with shock.

The other two are fine, but Qinzu doesn't have the concept of seclusion. For Shengyu, it's no different from shutting it up in a small black house. It's better to be locked in a cage, at least you can look outside.

But before Shengyu begged for mercy, Nangongqin looked at it indifferently.

"What's your opinion?"

Fight against me!

Master is definitely fighting against me!

Shengyu confirmed the truth of the punishment at this moment.

It couldn't figure out why Nangongqin wanted to punish it: Apart from taking the young master out to play every day, letting the young master cook for himself, and taking the young master to the bottom of the well, he didn't seem to have done any other bad things?Could it be that the bet with the White Deer Mountain God yesterday was exposed?But it's true that you don't need to tell the truth yourself, the young master will take the initiative to tell the master everything!

Zhenyan didn't know what that bird head was thinking, he just felt that the other party was a little pitiful.

"However, I still want to visit Lingtian today." Zhenyan didn't intercede directly, but tried to surround Wei and rescue Zhao: "I don't know if there is any danger around there. Without Shengyu's help, I can't go alone."

"I go with you."

"Ugh?"

"The building at the bottom of the well is indeed of unknown origin. Since you want to use it, you can't just leave it alone," Nangong Qin said softly, rubbing Zhenyan's sleepy hair: "It just so happens that I'm free these days, so why don't you just accompany me?" You should check the bottom of the well thoroughly."

"But, I still have an appointment with the villagers..."

"Let Shengyu go to retreat and inform them that we can talk about it in a week. Anyway, they have something to do themselves." Nangongqin said arbitrarily, "Is that okay?"

"Okay." You have said that, ancestor, can I say no?

Zhenyan sighed, and stopped looking at Shengyu who was lying on the ground like a dead bird.

...Is it because of this stupid bird that he dug himself into it?

As he promised, Nangong Qin followed him to the Lingtian well after Zhenyan finished washing.

The dry well is quietly located in the forest, and it does not vary from visitor to visitor.

Nangongqin frowned when he saw the well.

"How did you get down to the bottom of the well before?"

"... Shengyu pulled me down."

"Then it pulls you up again?" Nangong Qin's eyebrows twitched: "That stupid bird..."

Zhenyan also felt a little stupid: "Well, I tried to hang down the rope, but it seems to lead to the real bottom of the well, and I can't enter the Lingtian hall."

"That's because your cultivation base is not enough, at least you have to enter the Nascent Soul Stage." Nangong Qin said.

What Nangongqin didn't explain was that there were complicated mechanisms and passwords on this well, but he broke it violently, so he has the "convenience" that can be entered in the Nascent Soul stage. It may not be easy to get in.

Nangongqin said to Zhenyan: "I'll find you a suitable rope ladder when you go back, and you won't need Shengyu's help in the future."

"Thank you ancestor." Zhenyan said sweetly.

Nangongqin said so, the shot must be a magic weapon.

Opening up wasteland really still has to embrace the big brother's thigh!

Before going down the well, Zhenyan snobbishly forgot about Shengyu in the small black room.

Although the well rope rope ladder is a matter of future, but for now, being led down the well by Nangongqin and being dragged down the well by the stupid bird are also two experiences.

Zhenyan feels that going down the well with Shengyu is like riding a roller coaster, and it also comes with a water slide experience. Every time she goes up and down, her heart beats more than [-] times, and it takes a long time to recover after landing.

It's much more comfortable to follow Nangong Qin.

Not only were the soles of his feet supported by clouds, he was being held by someone in his hand, and a protective shield was placed around him, so he reached the bottom of the well without feeling any shock.

"Thank you." Zhenyan thanked him for the second time.

Nangong Qin nodded, then turned to look at the surrounding walls: "The fish shadow you mentioned is in these walls?"

"Yes," Zhenyan was a little worried that Nangong Qin would disturb those fish shadows: "I'm not sure about their effect on Lingtian, so..."

"It's okay, let me take a look first," Nangong Qin said, "You can go about your business first."

Since the ancestor said that, Zhenyan went to see his Jiang Zhong.

The plants in the Lingtian are indeed growing faster than outside.

The ginger that was buried in the plant ash yesterday has successfully pulled out green shoots.

However, because they were not directly buried in the spiritual field, these gingers still maintained their original state, and did not grow overnight like the exaggerated one the day before yesterday.

Zhenyan cut up the ginger and planted it.

There were enough ginger seeds this time, so Zhenyan didn't plant all of them in the Muling Field, but tried to plant a few in each field.

Not only that, he also specially brought two small pots.

The pots are all filled with soil from the Muling Field here, one of which is buried with ginger seeds, and the other is the weed Amethyst.

Zhenyan decided to take the two pots back to plant.

Because it was easy to plant, all this did not take much time for Zhenyan, so when he washed his hands and returned to Nangongqin, his ancestors were still "facing the wall".

"Didn't those fish shadows come out?" Zhenyan asked softly.

"No."

Zhenyan was a little disappointed: "Maybe I scared them last time."

"Not necessarily, I can feel the aura swimming, they should be nearby," Nangong Qin said, "Maybe they can be lured out with some bait."

"Bait?"

Zhenyan looked at Nangongqin strangely, but saw Nangongqin touched his sleeve and took out a long~long fishing rod from it.

Wait a minute, ancestor, can this kind of thing be put on the sleeve casually? !

Zhenyan stared at the slender emerald-green fishing rod in astonishment.

Nangong Qin seemed to be used to doing this kind of thing, so he took out the silver thread, wrapped it around the fishing rod, tied the float, and finally tied a golden needle to the end of the thread.

straight hook.

Nangong Qin didn't use any bait as he said, but just flicked the hook directly, and the silver thread penetrated the wall that had remained hard until the fish shadow could not come out, and rippled layer upon layer on it. water waves.

"You seem to be very good at it." Zhenyan couldn't help but said.

"Not particularly good at it." Nangong Qin said, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

This ancestor's hobby is definitely fishing, right?

Zhenyan felt that he had seen through the truth about why Nangongqin's first spiritual pet was Shengyu's stupid bird!

Ancestor Nangong obviously wanted to show off in front of his grandson Yun. After skillfully throwing the pole, he did not stand still and wait, but walked a few steps along the wall.

The silver line moved with his steps, but the swing of the float was not obvious. Judging from the "water marks" on the wall, it looked like a floating object moving along the river.

I don't know if it's because of this, but the straight hook actually attracted the fish.

Zhenyan was surprised to see a group of fish shadows floating behind the silver line.

Nangongqin seemed to like Zhenyan's surprised expression. He glanced at Zhenyan, but before any fish shadow bit the hook, he suddenly lifted the fishing rod——

"It's too early to raise the pole!"

Zhenyan couldn't help crying out in regret, and then froze there.

I saw the golden straight hook drawing a perfect parabola in the air, and in the splash of cold water, the fish followed the golden needle and flew out of the wall, swinging their bodies in the air.

Their shape and size are similar to carp, white-headed gray, very beautiful, but their fins are much larger than ordinary carp, almost a pair of bird wings, so that they can swim in the water as if swimming in water. Air flight.

And with witnessing the true posture of the school of fish, the picture book full of question marks became clear:

【Wen Ray (★★★★★★)】

【Deliciousness: 87】

[Trust level: -50]

[Remarks: It tastes sour and sweet, and if you eat it like crazy, you will be in trouble if you see it. 】