Notes on building a city in the immortal world

Upon hearing the words, Bai Luo looked at the speaker.

It was a little old man.

He only has the cultivation base of the foundation stage, but his beard and hair are all white, especially the beard, there is no silvery white hair hanging down to his waist, he looks a bit like a fairy, so those who have seen him can't remember it his.

Bai Luo naturally knew him.

It should be said that there are not many disciples of the Changhua School who do not know him.

This old man is the keeper of the Changhua school library, so people call him "Scholar".

It is said that he was already the manager of the book building before the Changhua School made a fortune, and since then, the bookman has always looked old-fashioned.

However, the appearance age of immortal cultivators does not count. They will grow slowly with their cultivation base when they are on the fifth or sixth level of the Qi refining stage. If they use their spiritual power properly, they can maintain their bodies at their strongest age.

And those who look very young or very old, either because they have practiced special exercises, or because of their real life expectancy.

Shuweng is only in the foundation building stage, so it looks like the latter, but judging from the years he stayed in the library, it might be the former.

Shuweng is also a wonderful person.

As a sect of cultivating immortals, the Changhua sect made its fortune in the Lingshi Mine. Its history is not long enough, and there are not many secrets of exercises accumulated. The collection of books in my own mansion is used to fill the library, and it also saves the library from being empty and ugly.

The head of the Changhua faction already had the aura of a nouveau riche, otherwise he couldn't think of a way to recruit mortal nobles to pretend to be a facade. Since he felt that the family of a mortal is also a family, as long as it is a book, there is no difference, so he agreed. Not only that, but also expanded the library, which was rumored as a joke in the world of cultivating immortals at that time.

The bookman held those books but they were not for decoration. He actually compared the history of mortals with the history of immortal cultivators, and helped the Changhua faction find two lost ancient secret realms.

It is also because of these two ancient secret realms that the Changhua School has developed into a veritable Great Immortal Gate.

The head of the Changhua School was very embarrassed because of this, claiming that his library contained all the books in the world from ancient times to the present.

Although the head is a bit bragging, but Shuweng's knowledge is true.

Hearing Shuweng say that today, Bai Luo asked: "How could Jianmu be related to weirdness? It is the oldest sacred tree in the world, the center of this world!"

"Since Jianmu is so good, why is Ling Xiaodian willing to build a palace in the air? Why is he unwilling to choose Jianmu as his school's resident?" The bookman asked.

Bai Luo froze for a moment.

Others also looked at Shuweng curiously.

Normally, they would not be in the mood to listen to the old man's tales, but the story Bai Luo just told was a bit scary, so everyone would not mind listening to a legend or something for a while.

Then someone cheered and took over the topic and said, "Because it's so good, why don't you dare to occupy the Lingxiao Palace? According to legend, Jianmu was picked and planted by heaven and man. In ancient times, it could even lead directly to the upper realm. Come to the lower world to choose servants, so people don't even need to practice until the Mahayana period, as long as the opportunity is enough, they can also ascend to the sky from Jianmu, which is a shortcut! It was taken."

"Lingxiao Palace also existed in ancient times!" But before the scholar could speak, someone retorted: "After the war in the fairy world in ancient times, only Lingxiao Palace existed among many ancient sects, and they can completely occupy Jianmu. Instead of building some sky palace!"

"Maybe people like to fly in the air?" Some people also said casually.

Everyone laughed.

But the laughter echoed in the pale carriage along with the thunder, and the atmosphere was never lively.

After everyone finished laughing, Shuweng spoke again.

"This is also an old saying. Although you know that Jianmu can reach the sky, you don't know what kind of 'sky' it used to reach!"

He was not in the mood to scare anyone, and his tone was very flat, as if he was giving a lecture.

"In the past, immortals and monsters came down from Jianmu, and even weirder monsters came down from it. Compared with them, even weird things and weird things are nothing."

"So people at that time didn't like to see Jianmu, and many people even wanted to cut it."

"Jianmu was indeed cut down."

"During the war between immortals and demons that ended the ancient times, Jianmu's path was finally cut off. Since then, immortals and demons have been unable to enter our world, and monks can only break open the door after they have practiced to the Mahayana stage and crossed the catastrophe." That gate to heaven!"

Hearing this, the expressions of many people became bored.

The bookman talked about the "history" that everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knew, so naturally no one was interested.

The bookman didn't care, he continued to say in his drowsy tone:

"But the building wood is so huge, and the aura is so strong, it is always a waste to leave it empty, so the Lingxiao Palace thought about it at the beginning."

"Of course, they didn't directly plan to move the sect there, but sent some people to Jianmu to check on the pretext of investigating the post-war situation."

"Those people are gone."

"It's not just Jianmu. At that time, there were countless majestic and magnificent miracles like Jianmu, but they were all like man-eating dwellings. If they didn't sleep by themselves, they would devour life."

"Lingxiao Palace has been tested several times, and I feel that none of them are good."

"But their head at the time, the one who led the Lingxiao Temple and survived the battle between immortals and demons. He has already passed through the tribulation, and it is said that he is the body of an immortal, but he refuses to ascend to the immortal, nor does he want to become a demon. Only rely on this world! The aura in this world is not enough for him to consume, so the Lingxiao Palace can only be located in a place with strong aura!"

"Choose it and choose it, and you will choose it in the air."

Is this beside the point?

Didn't you mean Jianmu?Why is it related to why Lingxiao Palace built a palace in the air.

Bai Luo couldn't help but yawned.

The old man really has no talent for telling stories!

When he heard "the people in Lingxiao Temple are gone", he thought the plot was going to be exciting!Unexpectedly, I chatted away again.

Coupled with the fact that the old voice was so hypnotic, Bai Luo felt a little drowsy.

At this time, a thunderstorm passed by outside.

There was a flash in the carriage.

This in itself is a very weird thing.

I don't know what kind of magical lighting is used in this car, the lights are actually brighter than the lightning outside, so the light in the car should not be affected by the lightning outside.

In the flashing white light, Bai Luo clearly saw the shadow of an ancient tree reflected on the ground.

Old-fashioned, he even smiled at him with his mouth open.

Bai Luo suddenly woke up in fright.

He looked around and found that his companions looked drowsy, only the bookman was still chattering:

"However, it is not so easy to build palaces in the air."

"You just mentioned that the glazed window is hard, but it is gold and stone after all, too heavy to go to the sky. So the Lingxiao Temple chose grass and trees, and wood in the sky is the wind, so wood is the best material for building palaces in the sky. "

"The biggest piece of wood is naturally Jianmu."

"The head of Lingxiao Palace put on Jianmu himself, and wanted to strip Jianmu's wooden core as a material for the palace."

"I don't know what happened, he's gone too."

"But he didn't 'disappear'. His bones were dragged from the tree by a young man."

"The disciples of Lingxiao Palace almost got into a fight with the young man because of this, but maybe they didn't? Anyway, since then, Lingxiao Palace never dared to approach Jianmu, nor did they dare to approach that young man."

When Shuweng said this, he finally stopped.

But where is the horror in this story? !

The important part is completely skipped!

Bai Luo waited politely for a while, seeing that the scholar didn't intend to speak again, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Old man, is this story over...?"

"By the way, that young man later became the leader of the Zhengdao League."

Shu Weng suddenly added.

"Although in theory, the leader of the Righteous Way League is elected, but in fact, from then to now, the leader of the Righteous Way League has not changed, it has always been that person!"

This is indeed scary.

in a political sense.

But it doesn't seem to be the case, Bai Luo remembers that the leader of the Righteous Way League has changed several times, including young people, middle-aged men, and old men, because the changes are actually very diligent, so Bai Luo can't remember who the current leader of the Righteous Way League is.

Fortunately, the name of the leader of the Zhengdao League is common, and it has always been Jiuding Tianjun.

But Bai Luo didn't intend to discuss this topic with Shuweng.

Anyway, the story was told upside down, first it was Jianmu, then it was Lingxiao Palace, then it was Zhengdao League, and Bai Luo walked in the middle, not knowing that the leader of Zhengdao League jumped out from somewhere.

Moreover, I just saw the strange reflection of the ancient tree in the thunder and lightning!

Regardless of whether it was the phantom he saw when he was sleepy or not, the scene of listening to a story told by an old man with wrinkles like tree bark in a silent car with a group of drowsy people was quite terrifying in itself.

Bai Luo naturally didn't want to continue.

He was still a little strange when he recalled: I didn't intend to tell ghost stories, why did I start telling such stories instead?

Just stop now!

"Hehe, it turns out that Jianmu and Lingxiao Temple still have such a relationship!" Bai Luoqian laughed twice, and wanted to change the subject, "It's boring to sit like this, let's just order some tea to drink! Bailu Mountain Range There is a very fresh way of drinking tea, which seems to be served here..."

"But even if you don't get the wooden core of Jianmu, the palace in the sky of Lingxiao Temple is still built!"

But someone ignored Bai Luo's words and said suddenly.

Bai Luo stared over, and found that it was the "junior brother" who provoked his temper at first.

The man was sitting by the window, but his whole face was pale, looking a bit creepy.

At this time, there was a roaring thunder sounded beside the carriage as if it was exploding.

The electric light pierced directly into Bai Luo's eyes, causing pain in Bai Luo's eyes, and only black and white remained in his vision.

"Speaking of it, Lingxiao Temple itself seems to be a weird one."

Bai Luo could only hear the man's laughter echoing in his ears:

"When that kind of weirdness rises to the level of a disaster and affects this small world, it will be punished by heaven and man! I heard that on the day when I flew into the sky in the Lingxiao Palace, there were also nine layers of thunderclouds in the sky. I want to Smash it down! Just like today!"