Notes on building a city in the immortal world

On this day, the disciples of the Changhua Sect had the most miraculous experience since they cultivated immortality.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the bamboo curtain;

The fragrance of tea is lingering inside the bamboo curtain.

And these electric lights are not just shining.

They hit the train almost one by one, forming a photomask almost continuously, no matter how bad it was, it was like electric welding, a series of sparks appeared on the wagon, but they couldn't hurt the train at all.

"It's too noisy." Nangong Zhenyan complained.

As if responding to his complaint, Lei Yin, who was as loud as an explosion, was immediately isolated.

Immediately, there was only the sound of tea in the kiosk.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Changhua sect couldn't help showing expressions of awe.

"Ordinary silence spells can't isolate these thunders, right?" Someone exclaimed, "Young Master Nangong, are you really at the Foundation Establishment Stage?"

"? Why can't it be isolated?" Zhenyan asked strangely.

"Because it's thunder!"

The other party's answer was almost the same as no answer.

It was Wang Shuyuan who sighed and said, "I don't know, Young Master Nangong, have you noticed that just a long metal needle can guide ordinary lightning to the ground?"

"...Well, I know." Kindergarten level physics knowledge.

Zhenyan nodded.

But he couldn't look down on these natives with the arrogance of a traveler, because the mere existence of the seasoning had already warned Zhenyan that there were many more disturbing factors in this world than the original world.

Facts have proved that the world of cultivating immortals is much more strange.

"But 'Tianlei' won't work!" Wang Shuyuan explained, "The thunder encountered by Dujie cannot be blocked and guided by ordinary materials. It's called 'Sky Thunder'."

Sure enough, it deviates from the common sense of physics!

Zhenyan sometimes feels that it is only natural that people in this world have not developed a decent technology tree.

They are disturbed by so many factors, unable to simply sum up the laws of physics, naturally they have nothing to achieve in this regard.

"The attack power of Tianlei is naturally many times higher than that of ordinary lightning!"

As Wang Shuyuan said so, he raised the curtain beside him.

At this time, a bolt of lightning happened to strike.

It turned out to be scarlet, made up of small thunder beads, and finally connected together, like a string of scarlet red pearl necklaces.

It's just that this string of "red pearl necklaces" was thrown in the direction of the pavilion.

And it hit Wang Shuyuan's hand that raised the curtain.

It exploded, bursting into purple-red flames.

"Uncle!" Bai Luo and the other disciples couldn't help but exclaimed.

But even so, nothing could harm the humans in the pavilion.

I saw the flame floating in mid-air, as if blocked by an invisible wall, it only burst out a series of sparks in the air in vain, and finally disappeared after a short burning due to lack of fuel.

Only then did the disciples of the Changhua Sect calm down.

Wang Shuyuan said without realizing it: "It's like this thunder and lightning, blood-colored, and in the shape of a bead chain, it usually appears during the punishment of heaven, such as committing too many killings and violating the meaning of heaven to create destruction of heaven and earth. A balanced magic weapon! This also means that this thunder disaster will be more than ten times higher than those who cross the robbery, and very few people can survive this kind of thunder disaster safely."

"Isn't that very dangerous?!" The Changhua Sect disciple exclaimed in shock.

But Zhenyan asked strangely: "But the thunder calamity is caused by the third strange talk, right? So, is it the weird side? Or is it the punishment from heaven?"

"..."

Wang Shuyuan was stuck.

Think about it carefully, it seems to be the same thing!

"But, but, how can immortals be compared with weirdness?!" Wang Shuyuan said.

Not necessarily.

In the second ghost story told by Shu Weng, the immortal and the strange descended from the building tree together. Maybe the immortal is a kind of weird!

Bai Luo thought casually.

Then, after he realized what he was thinking, he became covered in white sweat!

"I'm thinking about something outrageous!" Bai Luo said to himself in horror.

Fortunately, no one noticed Bai Luo's abnormality.

Wang Shuyuan is still refuting Zhenyan's question just now: "This thunder disaster is still before the story! And the third story was interrupted, so it may not be our fault!"

"Huhu, it sounds like it's my fault for letting my ancestors build this train." Zhenyan laughed.

"Oh!" Wang Shuyuan noticed that he seemed a little rude.

However, this thunder and lightning really has nothing to do with our Changhua faction!

Wang Shuyuan thought.

Zhenyan, however, had no intention of ascertaining who was responsible. He saw that the tea leaves were almost boiled, so he scooped up a spoonful, poured it into a small porcelain bowl filled with deer milk, and stirred it.

"Please use." Zhenyan pushed the porcelain bowl in front of Wang Shuyuan.

"Thank you." Wang Shuyuan muttered.

He finally put down the walnut that seemed to be stuck in his hand, picked up the tea bowl, and took a polite sip.

A rush of heat went down his esophagus, and he felt his insides warming.

[Boxing experience value +999;]

【Refining experience value +999;】

I'm so touched!

It seems that I haven't heard this effect sound for a long time.

Food appreciation ability will improve.

Ever since the villagers of Bailu Village and the nuns of Meishe got used to milk tea, the experience points they gave were very stingy.

——Of course, it also has something to do with Zhenyan teaching the students to do it, and not doing it himself.

And the experience value given this time is still compound.

Zhenyan thought about it carefully, and felt that it had something to do with today's tea being fried in an iron pan.

In order to fry tea, Zhenyan directed the villagers to make several pots—although there are design drawings of iron pots in the smart core, but those are mass products, which are not suitable for Zhenyan—only the most convenient iron pots were made. The pot comes, and the action of "frying" seems to be randomly linked to 'boxing', 'palm' and 'fingering'. Zhenyan doesn't know what the evaluation criteria of this foodie system are.

When Zhenyan inspected his own system for a long time, the disciples of the Changhua School looked at Wang Shuyuan in horror.

"Master, Master Uncle? Why are you...?!"

They finally saw what Zhenyan had just seen——

Wang Shuyuan's seven orifices were emitting black smoke, as if his body was on fire.

Since Wang Shuyuan began to judge Lei Dian, Zhenyan has always seen this uncle like a human chimney.

Bai Luo deserves to be the one with "the most delicious brain", he was stunned for a moment, and was the first to realize:

"Uncle, you won't be infected too, right?"

"Contagion?...What?" Wang Shuyuan replied slowly.

Recalling the conversation just now, he widened his eyes, grabbed the tea bowl in a hurry, drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, and posed for meditation.

When the hot current circulated in Wang Shuyuan's body, the black smoke in his seven orifices had disappeared.

Not only that, but Wang Shuyuan felt that his cultivation had improved slightly.

Wang Shuyuan cupped his hands to Zhenyan with gratitude on his face: "I didn't realize that I had already been tricked! Thanks to the young master Nangong for saving me!"

"You're being polite." Zhenyan said with a smile, "It's convenient for others to be convenient for myself. Although I don't think these lightning bolts can destroy the magical artifacts made by our ancestors, it's not the way to do it."

Saying so, Zhenyan poured tea for the others as well.

With Wang Shuyuan's demonstration, the others picked up the tea without hesitation, and there were more than a dozen chimneys in the pavilion, of course, accompanied by the sound of Zhenyan's experience value increasing.

And Wang Shuyuan recalled the scene when he opened the curtain, and he was still terrified.

"... Nangong Immortal really deserves his reputation, such lightning can be easily prevented!" Wang Shuyuan said, but looked at Zhenyan with shock and awe.

It is natural that Nangong Qin is powerful.

After all, it was Nangong Qin who had reached the Mahayana period in 200 years and made a weapon that pierced the sky.

But what happened to the "Young Master Nangong" in front of him?

During the mere foundation building period, you can see through the evil diseases on your body, and even treat them...

By the way, treatment.

"Master Nangong, what kind of spiritual tea is this?" Wang Shuyuan asked, but he didn't want to know the answer. After all, it's normal for the other party not to say anything about such an effective spiritual tea. Wang Shuyuan just asked cheekily, "Excuse me. Can it be sold?"

If you can buy back this spiritual tea, the sect will be saved!

But isn't this a bit too coincidental?

Wang Shuyuan thought again.

But he couldn't see it. When he was thinking this way, a black spiritual energy entwined towards him again.

This time Zhenyan saw clearly that the black smoke came from Bai Luo.

Although the black aura on Bai Luo's body was weak, it was continuous. Those black auras came from the patterns formed by the smoke on Bai Luo's body.

If it's Bai Luo, it doesn't seem so strange?

After all, he has been staying in Bailu Mountain, and he has investigated many things. He still has the highest knowledge score record in "Encyclopedia of Cracks in the Demon World", so it seems normal to become a source of infection somewhere.

And the disciples of the Changhua Sect who had been in contact with Bai Luo brought the "disease" back to the Changhua Sect, causing the "disease" to spread.

Zhenyan guessed like this, but withdrew his gaze.

As a "stranger" who has nothing to do with the Changhua School, even if he made this speculation, no one might believe it.

What's more, according to this reasoning, isn't it Bailushan's fault?

Zhenyan felt that he had to investigate before speaking.

The most important thing now is to stop the black smoke from spreading.

"Since tea is served in my car, it's for sale." Zhenyan said with a smile, "Because the material is a bit special, each cup costs ten medium spirit stones."

This is the price negotiated with the Meishe nun.

Although Zhenyan wanted to take the civilian route at the beginning, Patriarch Youtan believed that only high-level monks recognized the function of spiritual food can drive the consumption below.

After all, no matter how poor the monks are, they are not short of money in essence, they just want to take drugs and upgrade.

When tea drinking becomes popular among high-level cultivators, not only low-level monks, but also ordinary people will become popular about drinking tea.

Considering the operating conditions of the train, Zhenyan felt that what Youtan said made sense.

Besides, according to the "disease symptoms" of the Changhua school, Zhenyan should cook Tianyuan Haoyang fish fillet porridge for them to eat.

However, porridge is too unlikely to treat diseases, and it is not suitable for cooking on the train, so Zhenyan temporarily improved the formula of milk tea.

The current tea does use (diluted countless times) Yangling water, but it is a priceless thing, and it is only natural that it is more expensive.

But Zhenyan said with a smile to everyone: "Of course, I am the one who invites you to drink tea now, and the money for the tea is mine."

How did Zhenyan know that what the Changhua School lacked most was Lingshi.

"Young Master Nangong is really too polite! This price is already cheap."

"Yes! Such delicious tea, ten medium spirit stones is too low!"

"Even if it doesn't cure the disease, I'm still willing to drink it every day!"

The disciples of the Changhua sect said in a hurry.

The moment Wang Shuyuan heard that Zhenyan was willing to make an offer, he was also relieved.

It doesn't really matter how much the price is. As long as you are willing to ask for a price, it means that the Changhua School's illness has nothing to do with Nangong Qin.

——Wang Shuyuan didn't believe that a school was infected with an infectious disease just because of "such a little" spirit stone.

And the tone of the young master Nangong, these milk teas will be sold to everyone.

Wang Shuyuan said generously: "Please give me one hundred thousand cups! Can you pay the bill with high-quality spirit stones?"

Wow, rich!

One hundred thousand cups!And the cup here is not the big milk tea cup before crossing!It is a small tea bowl that is only slightly larger than a saucer of soy sauce.

Zhenyan really made money with spiritual food once again.

He glanced at Wang Shuyuan in surprise: "One hundred thousand cups... Do you have many 'patients' in your Changhua sect?"

"It doesn't matter if you're not sick! This kind of tea that can improve your cultivation is enough to drink as a pill!" Wang Shuyuan said.

"Please don't compare my tea with those unpalatable pills!"

Zhenyan frowned.

Damn, I wanted to give a wholesale price!Forget it!

Anyway, these milk teas will not spoil if thrown in the storage bag!

The author has something to say: I am really getting more and more tired... I still have to try to adjust the update time back and make up the debt QAQ