Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"Words follow the law, which is actually enviable!"

Zhenyan hooked the corner of his mouth and complained.

The symptom Wang Shuyuan mentioned was a bit of a disease at the beginning, but later it had nothing to do with being sick.

Speaking of which, the same is true of the "gu poison" in Bailu Village.

Zhenyan became more and more confused about the distinction between "disease", "curse" and "forbidden art" in the world of cultivating immortals.

But monks have their own set of standards.

"If it's a real 'word spirit', how can it be called a disease?" Wang Shuyuan said with a wry smile, "What comes out on the surface is all heart disease, such as long-term accumulated resentment, fear, jealousy, sadness, when it comes to the mouth Of course it's not a good word..."

When Wang Shuyuan said that, everyone looked at Bai Luo together.

Bai Luo frowned and smiled bitterly.

Bai Luo didn't think he had any "heart disease".

To put it bluntly, Bailu City is thick with fog and has many puzzles. Bai Luo searched for a long time because of the bounty offer, and finally got inexplicably shifted to the massacre of Bailu City.

This made Bai Luo very heartbroken.

But that's another story.

Although Bai Luo also felt that it was a bit strange for him to tell ghost stories, he didn't think that he would bring any bad consequences.

"My 'story' is something that happened in the past, so even if I tell it, it should have no effect!"

"That's not necessarily the case!" Someone shouted immediately, "Some weirdness is contagious, not to mention we are still in a special situation, maybe tomorrow the car will be like you said, everyone is missing, and it will be everywhere. Flesh and flesh, and a female corpse staring at you—"

"Hey!"

A group of people listened with ignorant faces at first, but finally realized that this was also a "Changhua sect disciple", and blocked his mouth in a hurry.

There were also people who looked around with lingering fear, as if the carriage would turn into a hell of flesh and blood in the next moment.

Zhenyan looked at it indifferently at first, but when the other party spoke, he found that there was a black aura in the seven orifices of the other party floating away like smoke.

Zhenyan raised his eyebrows.

He is very familiar with this black aura.

When Zhenyan first arrived at the Bailu Mountains, almost the entire Bailu Village was surrounded by such black air. According to the villagers, it was the aftermath of the invasion of demon disasters. It was finally corrected.

But the Changhua faction has never experienced a demon disaster, and the "disease" only started recently?

Where did this black air come from?

Zhenyan stared blankly at Bai Luo for a while.

If you look carefully, Bai Luo also has black energy on his body.

These abnormal auras are not so obvious, but if you look closely, there are still traces of them. The most important thing is that Bai Luo's black aura is vaguely a pattern.

It's a pity that Zhenyan couldn't deconstruct the essence of this black air.

Instead, I noticed that Bai Luo's explanation was a bit scary:

【Bai Luo (★★★★★)】

【Deliciousness: 51】

[Comment: Changhua sect disciples, judging from their performance, their brains should be more delicious than ordinary people. 】

"Young Master Nangong?"

Bai Luo, who was stamped "delicious brain" by the system, felt Zhenyan's gaze, and cried out for no reason.

"...Sorry, I have a question," Zhenyan asked, "During this time, Mr. Bai has been in Bailu City, right?"

"Yes, our sect has sub-helms in many places, including Bailu City. However, due to the recent economic situation, the head is ready to shrink the business," Wang Shuyuan said, "Bai Luo and I have been conducting The relocation and finishing work of the branch!"

In other words, Bai Luo did not return to the Changhua School.

"Then how did Mr. Bai contract the 'disease' that is prevalent in your sect?" Zhenyan asked strangely.

Infectious diseases need to be in contact with "infectious sources" to be infected, right?

Wang Shuyuan was stunned.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right, then Bai Luo should not be infected."

"Great, that unfortunate story you told won't come true." Someone said to Bai Luo.

Bai Luo twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed twice.

Recalling the atmosphere of the story just now, he was not sure that he was really okay.

As for Zhenyan, he could see the "focus" on Bai Luo's body with his "golden eyes", so he naturally didn't believe it was all right.

Zhenyan didn't say anything.

After all, Wang Shuyuan didn't come to Zhenyan to find out if there was any problem with his disciples.

"And fortunately, so far, the Changhua Sect's illness has not shown signs of spreading to other sects, and we are not prepared to let the situation worsen," Wang Shuyuan cupped his hands at Zhenyan, "Regardless of whether Bai Luo is infected or not, After passing through this thundercloud, I will take these boys back for inspection! And I will go to Bailu Mountain to apologize to Immortal Nangong in the future!"

Wang Shuyuan was also very polite.

Although the Changhua faction has decided to shrink back and ignore the matter between Nangongqin and the Zhengdao League, they are not willing to offend either side. In Bai Luo's words, they are the "wall-riding faction".

Zhenyan is not dissatisfied with the attitude of the Changhua faction.

He has no friendship with others, and he can't force others to stand on his side. As for Bai Luo, although he has "defrauded" the real Liuyu, but generally speaking, Bai Luo, as a raiding party, gave the air ferry a lot of money. There is little help, so Zhenyan has a good impression of both Bai Luo and the Changhua faction.

The only thing that gave Zhenyan a headache was that there were a lot of Changhua faction on this train, so many people got off after a while, and others didn't know what happened to Changhua faction, maybe they would think it was a problem with the car !

"No hurry," Zhenyan said with a smile, "Anyway, there is still time, why don't we go to the first-class cabin to enjoy the thunder?"

"Rewarding thunder?!"

A group of Changhua faction were stunned.

I have heard that there are people who appreciate snow and clouds, and it is the first time I have heard that there are people who appreciate thunder.

Most monks are a little afraid of thunder and lightning.

After all, for the comprehension world, thunder and lightning are almost like an exam.

You will be hacked if you do bad things, you will be hacked if you get a particularly powerful treasure of heaven and earth, you will be hacked if you discover an ancient secret realm, and you will still be hacked if you refine a special magic weapon!

And this is even more so every time you want to improve your cultivation level, just like the exams for students in Zhenyan's world. It turns out that the final exam (upgrade) in primary school (before Yuanying) is more important, and it is more important to wait until the stage of transformation. From now on, it will almost become a big exam, a small exam, a monthly exam and mock exams one after another. Even a monk in the Mahayana period may provoke a thunder disaster if he uses a little stronger power!

When it comes to the final tribulation period, it is basically the college entrance examination!

And these mines (question types) are not the same.

Even a natural Lei Lingen can only be said to be good at a certain type of question. When the lightning is strong enough (too difficult), it should be hacked or hacked.

Anyway, if you do well in the exam, you will be promoted to heaven, but if you fail in the exam, you will continue to "repeat".

After all, monks choose between death and ascension, there is no third choice here.

Therefore, Zhenyan's "appreciating thunder" has almost the same meaning for the monks as "let's appreciate the exam papers, just look at these homework questions, and don't do them!"

Not to mention the members of the Changhua School, even the female cultivators of Meishe had a strange look on their faces.

"Ah, this 'first class' is different from the 'first class' when selling tickets," Zhenyan added with a smile, "The first class was specially built by my ancestors, and it is usually not open to outsiders, but since it is a trial run today , everyone has to get off the car early, I'm not taking good care of it, why don't you please enjoy the wonderful scenery outside."

At this point, it would be a little pointless to refuse.

Of course, if "you don't need to do the questions, just look at the questions", it is also very attractive to the "candidates". There are also monks who collect different lightnings and try to customize the magic weapon to deal with the thunder disaster!

Many disciples of the Changhua Sect showed excited expressions on their faces.

Wang Shuyuan also nodded: "Young Master Nangong is very polite!"

To be more specific, Zhenyan's foundation-building cultivation base gave him a "sense of security".

For a nascent soul monk like Wang Shuyuan, Zhenyan is harmless to humans and animals, so he is also willing to believe that this young master has no malice towards himself and others.

Instead, the female cultivators of the Mei Society hesitated.

"Young master! Can you let them go to the first class?" A female cultivator asked in a low voice, "It's obviously a viewing platform specially built for you by Immortal Nangong."

"Since it's mine, I'll allow others to go up, of course it's okay!" Zhenyan didn't care, "Anyway, I don't know where my ancestors went!"

In fact, he went to the first-class cabin as soon as he woke up, but he couldn't find Nangongqin.

Zhenyan curled her lips: "Besides, the ancestor is not so stingy."

Are you not stingy?

When you were up there with him before, he didn't even let those of us serving tea come near!

Nvxiu Meishe thought.

Zhenyan didn't notice the part of his ancestor's desire for monopoly on him.

As far as Zhenyan is concerned, Nangongqin doesn't like the approach of the Meishe nun, but because the ancestor's character is "scared", he refuses to be served by others.

Haven't you seen Nangongqin's Dongfu and there are no real servants? !

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements."

Zhenyan said to the nuns, and led Changhua to send everyone to the first-class cabin on the roof.

The lightning can be seen even inside the train, let alone outside the train.

The thunder almost seemed to be ringing in the ears, and every bolt of lightning seemed to strike people.

The calves of the monks were trembling a little.

Many people regretted following to the roof of the car, and when they got up, they turned pale and wanted to retreat.

"It's too dangerous here!"

"Relax, here is the strongest restriction in the whole car." Zhenyan smiled.

His nonchalant appearance attracted everyone to look at him a few more times.

"I didn't expect this young master to be quite courageous despite his low cultivation base, and he is still calm at this time." Wang Shuyuan said in a low voice.

But some people sneered, "Did the young master of Nangong forget that in the third ghost story, the completion of the Lingxiao Palace attracted nine layers of thunderclouds!"

Oops!

Bai Luo was startled.

Among those three stories, Bai Luo felt that the unfinished story was the easiest to come true here, but he didn't expect the other party to actually make trouble!

Bai Luo raised his eyes, trying to find the person who was speaking, but another burst of thunder almost exploded in his ears, and white lightning flashed straight down from the thick dark clouds towards the long train.

Bai Luo couldn't find the owner of the voice, only heard the other party continue:

"However, even though the Lingxiao Palace is in decline today, it is still known as the first fairy gate. When the immortal and demon war just ended, they still had real immortals sitting in the town. There were as many as nine monks in the Mahayana period. The following high-level immortals I don’t know how many are there! And how many are really powerful on this train?”

"As I said before, one of my ancestors is enough!"

Nangong Zhenyan said casually, he lazily pulled the bamboo curtains around the pavilion, and immediately isolated the lightning that surrounded the train from the curtain.