Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"It's a pity that the Lingxiao Temple, which was not shaken by the nine layers of thunderclouds, was still buried in the belly of a fish in the end!"

But someone laughed.

It was Bai Luo's uncle Wang Shuyuan's voice.

Accompanied by the sound of this voice, Bai Luo felt his stinging eyes cool down, and his sight was restored.

Bai Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened his eyes, and found that his companions were also looking around blankly, looking around blankly, but the "junior brother" was gone. Only a dead tree grew in the place of the bookman. Its crumpled bark looked like The face of the old man is ordinary.

Seeing the dead tree, many people screamed.

But Bai Luo didn't care about these people, he was thinking about the voice he just heard, and looked around in a panic.

Bai Luo didn't remember that his uncle also boarded this train.

But the person standing at the end of this carriage is indeed Wang Shuyuan, that’s right, others can’t fake it—the face can be changed by spells, but the hand gesture of walnuts can’t be imitated easily, after all, the walnuts have been twisted for hundreds of years, and the lines on the hands are all the same. The disk is almost gone, and the movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, extremely smooth.

And Wang Shuyuan is not alone.

Beside him stood several female nuns, and a young man with a black robe on his shoulders.

Those female cultivators wore uniform attire, Bai Luo knew that they were from Meishe, and they were the "stewards" of this car.

At this moment, the female cultivators surrounded the young man like stars and the moon, making the young man stand out.

That young man was only around the Foundation Establishment stage, and his face was really delicate, the type that female cultivators would like, but Bai Luo didn't think he was so handsome that female cultivators would ignore his uncle, right?

Since Changhua School recruits "noble sons", it naturally has strict requirements on appearance. It can be said that there are no ugly men in the school. Although Master Wang Shuyuan is always panning walnuts, he looks like a handsome uncle.

Bai Luo couldn't help but looked at the young man a few more times curiously.

While Bai Luo was looking at the young man, other disciples had already asked Wang Shuyuan:

"Uncle, why are you here?"

"In the whole car, our Changhua sect has the most disciples! Do you think I can leave it alone?" Wang Shuyuan stared.

"Where! I think there are quite a few disciples from other sects..." Someone hummed unconvinced.

Wang Shuyuan was completely annoyed: "Other people are not so idiotic as to gather together to tell strange stories at this time! Look at what you have provoked!"

Saying so, he pointed to the dead tree on the seat of "Scholar".

"If I don't come! If you are sure, you will become each other's fertilizer!"

The monks looked at each other, showing expressions of being unreasonable.

Their minds have calmed down, and they really feel incredible.

In fact, there is no need for Wang Shuyuan to remind them. As common sense in the world of cultivating immortals, they already know that weird things like the existence of dense spiritual power, and these things are unreasonable, not because the storytellers can kill demons. Immortal cultivators won't come, they don't have this IQ at all!

On the contrary, the more powerful a monk is, the more powerful and strange he will be provoked when he tells the story of the strange!

"Who knew that in such a situation surrounded by thunderclouds, you can still attract demons... Woo!"

The one who spoke earlier was still not convinced.

Wang Shuyuan's face became increasingly ugly.

But this time, before the two hundred and five could finish speaking, the brother next to him stabbed him heavily in the lower abdomen to stop him from continuing to die.

Bai Luoben also wanted to ask how this dead tree came about, but he didn't dare to continue to provoke his uncle at this time.

Bai Luogan smiled and changed the subject: "This is..."

He deliberately looked at the young man surrounded by nuns.

Curiosity is also really curious. The starting station of this train is the air ferry, and theoretically mortals cannot get up.

Wang Shuyuan looked at the young man, obviously hesitating for a moment.

"...He seems to be the master here."

The monks were shocked immediately.

"No way? This is obviously just the foundation building period?!"

"Isn't the owner here Nangong Qin? Or is he the master?"

"Even if it's the master, it's impossible, right? How can you be in charge of such a fairy weapon in the foundation building period?"

"Maybe it's because the owner here is in the Foundation Establishment period, we just encountered this kind of thing?"

In the end, there was someone who forcibly dumped the pot.

Wang Shuyuan's brows twitched again in anger at this group of incomprehensible guys.

Finally, the nuns couldn't listen anymore.

"Bold! You are rude to our young master!"

On the contrary, the young people themselves don't care.

"It doesn't matter, I only have a foundation-building stage," the young man smiled indifferently, and stopped the female cultivators.

Those female cultivators really listened to him.

Even though their faces were still full of anger, they didn't say anything.

The young man bowed his hands to everyone with unfamiliar movements: "I am Nangong Zhenyan, nice to meet you."

The monks fell silent for a moment.

In fact, although it is not a secret that there are still survivors in the Nangong family extermination incident, it is nothing compared to the big news such as extermination and revenge. Therefore, "Nangong Zhenyan" is also known inside the Bailu Mountain Range. They had a young master, and after leaving Bailu Mountain, many people in Bailu City didn't know that Nangongqin even picked up a blood relative to go back.

However, this group of people seemed a little loose, and they weren't really fools. When they heard the surname "Nangong", they had more or less guesses in their hearts, so they naturally didn't dare to speak out.

"So you are the young master of Nangong?" Bai Luo cupped his hands in return, "I heard that you followed Nangong Immortal back to Bailu Mountain half a year ago, and I never saw you again. I never expected to see you here."

He smiled and said, "I am Bai Luo of the Changhua School."

"Well, I know you!" Nangong Zhenyan said with a smile, "Is it you who followed the old man of Liudao to deceive you?"

"Hey?!"

Bai Luo's expression froze immediately.

The female cultivator of Meishe looked at Bai Luo and understood.

"Follow that old liar...?"

"Speaking of which, doesn't it mean that someone borrowed our teahouse under the name of the Changhua Sect, but they were doing illegal business?"

"The Zhengdao League seems to use this name to trouble us!"

The more the female nuns talked, the angrier they became, and they seemed to want to beat Bai Luosheng up.

Even Bai Luo's brothers and sisters felt the nun's anger, and silently backed away a few steps, expressing that they wanted to draw a clear line with him.

"...That was a misunderstanding." Bai Luo's face was a little cramped.

"Hehe, it's a misunderstanding that the Zhengdao League arrested our sisters in White Deer City!" A female cultivator sneered.

"Don't do that!" Nangong Zhenyan said instead, "How can you say that Mr. Bai is also the holder of the highest points in Bailu Mountain, and he also rents many shops. He is our big customer! Besides, it is our responsibility to ensure the safety of every passenger in the car." responsibility!"

Zhenyan paused, and whispered in a voice that everyone could hear: "Beat him! Wait until he gets out of the car and then beat him to death!"

"Obey, young master!" the nuns said respectfully.

They raised the corners of their mouths and showed Bai Luo a commercial smile showing eight teeth.

Bai Luo almost exploded.

"Uncle!" He looked at Wang Shuyuan begging for help.

"Young Master Nangong," Wang Shuyuan cupped his hands to Zhenyan, "For my sake, don't slap me in the face!"

"Uncle!" Bai Luo's shout became more and more "helpless".

After this "pleasant" episode, the disciples of the Changhua School naturally couldn't sit down anymore, and they followed Nangong Zhenyan and Wang Shuyuan to patrol the carriage.

Zhenyan woke up suddenly before a stick of incense.

He vaguely heard someone calling himself, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the carriage was empty. It turned out that the ancestor who was beside him had gone somewhere.

Zhenyan was bored listening to the thunder outside the window by himself, so he simply went out for a walk.

——Okay, he admitted that he was a little scared to be alone in the car in this weather, and he wanted to know where his ancestors had gone.

The black robe that Zhenyan was wearing now was left by Nangongqin.

In the process of wandering around, I was followed by female nuns for some reason, and it became a patrol car.

Because of this, Wang Shuyuan noticed Zhenyan and followed him.

He hadn't even spoken a word to Zhenyan when he ran into some bastards from his own sect gathering to tell stories.

Speaking of this, Bai Luo actually felt a little wronged.

"Actually, I didn't want to say it at first, but I didn't know what happened, so I suddenly said it involuntarily."

"Yeah, I don't know why I want to hear this kind of story, obviously I'm usually most afraid of this."

So did the one who originally proposed to tell the story.

Wang Shuyuan's expression was a little dignified.

He seemed to want to say something, but looked at Zhenyan with a hesitant expression, as if hesitating whether to say it or not.

Bai Luo noticed Wang Shuyuan's expression, and also looked at Zhenyan: "Ah, I'm not complaining about your problems, maybe it's because of the atmosphere... Sometimes I'm just affected by the emotions around me!"

Bai Luo was very polite to Zhenyan.

In other words, Bai Luo was very polite to Nangong Qin represented by Zhenyan.

Nangong Qin is also Bai Luo's idol, so it's always right to be polite to the idol's blood relatives.

Moreover, as soon as Zhenyan met, he called out the fact that Bai Luo and the "Patriarch of the Six Paths" were cheating. Looking at the attitudes of the female cultivators, Bai Luo felt that this "Young Master of Nangong" should be the young master in the actual sense.

"Actually, I don't mind if you tell ghost stories in the car." Zhenyan said indifferently.

He had never known ghost story telling was such a serious matter before.

Bai Luo's smile was a bit embarrassing: "Anyway, we told such a story, and we are the ones who died."

"No..." Zhenyan wanted to say something.

But before Zhenyan could speak, Wang Shuyuan spoke first: "That's right! It has nothing to do with other people's magic tools! It's you bastards who are causing trouble!"

"Uncle Master—" someone called out.

Although they were at fault, but Wang Shuyuan always pissed them off in front of outsiders, they also wanted to save face!

"I must apologize to you for this matter!" Wang Shuyuan cupped his hands to Zhenyan, but said another thing: "I chased the car just to catch these boys! It's not that we have prejudice against Bailu Mountain, but because we The sect's disciples got a 'disease'."

"Wait a minute, uncle, what are you talking about?"

Zhenyan was fine, and the others were dumbfounded.

Apparently even the disciples of the Changhua Sect had heard of it for the first time.

Wang Shuyuan heaved a long sigh.

He actually didn't want to tell outsiders about this, but since these disciples had already told the story in the car, they couldn't hide the matter. Although Wang Shuyuan hoped to have a conversation with Nangong Qin or someone who looked more like the "principal" Exchange, unfortunately there seems to be no chance.

Then telling Nangong Zhenyan was fulfilling his responsibility.

"The 'disease' started a month ago."

"Some disciples have fever symptoms, but they can't treat them! The pharmacist in the door can't help, we can only turn to the bookman, look for similar diseases in the library, and see if there is any direction that can be treated."

"The scholar found out a few prescriptions, and the disciples seem to be fine after drinking it, and the 'disease' seems to be under control!"

"But some disciples have obtained the ability of 'speaking spirit'!"

"They can't help telling stories, and the stories they tell can come true!"