Notes on building a city in the immortal world

Zhenyan came back from the bottom of the well, slept again, and finally calmed down completely.

He felt that there was no need for him to be so disappointed.

Although there is nothing he wants in that intelligence core, since there is a "traveler fellow", it shows that this world is somehow connected with the original world, and if you search slowly, you will always find your way home.

What's more, this is still the world of comprehension. As long as Zhenyan works a little harder, he can gain a long lifespan. He can toss about it for hundreds of years or thousands of years!

Thinking about it this way, Zhenyan suddenly felt like a fool when he lost his composure yesterday.

Running and jumping, and losing his mind... From Nangongqin's point of view, he must be very strange!

Maybe the identity of the counterfeit has been exposed.

I have already dropped out of college and have been rolling in the society for several years, why am I still so impatient?Are you used to wearing casual clothes?Do you really think you're a brat?

At the age of 22, Nangong Qin would think that he is a child!

Zhenyan thought, wishing she could find a pillow to smother herself to death.

It's a pity that the daily life in the cultivation world is too similar to the ancient times in Zhenyan. Ordinary people who still need to sleep don't like soft pillows, but hard pillows that can make their faces sleep like cake faces, such as wooden pillows and porcelain pillows. , jade pillow.

Zhenyan's pillow is a jade pillow.

Moreover, this pillow and his bed are carved out of the same piece of jade, which is said to have been nourished in a certain spiritual vein for thousands of years. Nangongqin originally wanted to use this piece of jade as a magic weapon to smash people, but later he considered that Zhenyan might not be able to do so. The jade bed was specially carved to adapt to the environment on the volcano. It is warm in winter and cool in summer when sleeping on it. The temperature is very pleasant, but it is a bit hard. Zhenyan feels his bones creaking every day when he wakes up, which makes him miss his love so much. Latex mattresses.

Zhenyan thought wildly for a long time, and decided to bury yesterday's events as black history.

So he stretched himself, got up from the bed, did not wash up as usual, but walked to his flower pot.

In such a chaotic situation yesterday, when Zhenyan came back, not only did he not forget the purple cloud crystal installed in Lingtian, but he also remembered to dig another pot of soil to grow ginger. Zhenyan admired himself very much.

Now the two flower pots are placed in Zhenyan's room.

But there is no ray here, and the growth of ginger has slowed down.

Its green shoots only grow a point, which is no different from ordinary ginger.

In contrast, Purple Cloud Crystal is worthy of being a weed, and it is still growing vigorously. Even if the environment is changed, there is not much difference, and the flowering is even more vigorous than before.

"Strange, is it an illusion?"

Zhenyan took a closer look at the two flowerpots, and felt that the aura in the ginger flowerpot seemed to be thinner than that in the amethyst flowerpot.

In theory, this situation should not happen. For comparison and experimentation, Zhenyan remembered the soil he dug in a field.

But not too sure.

The pot of soil dug with Ziyunjing was thrown into Nangongqin's power grid and turned into slag. Later, this pot was dug again, but after so many things at that time, Zhenyan was not in a good mood, so After I came back, I fell asleep and didn't take a closer look.

Zhenyan thinks this is not possible.

Since you are determined to observe, you should record more seriously.

"It would be great if there was a spiritual power concentration tester." Zhenyan muttered.

It's a pity that everyone is an idealist for such a detailed instrument in the cultivation world. It's a matter of feeling the amount of spiritual power for oneself according to the level of one's own practice. That is, Zhenyan's novice mission sent "golden eyes" to Zhenyan. Witnessing the color and thickness of spiritual power with his own eyes, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to do basic observations.

But Zhenyan felt uneasy if he just used "look".

Anyway, he is also a person who has received nine-year compulsory education, and has written some biological observation notes. Zhenyan thinks that he can at least find a ruler to measure the thickness of the aura and record it.

Then Zhenyan remembered that his room didn't even have a pen and paper, not to mention a ruler.

And this world seems to still use brushes and ink!

Ink is not readily available, you have to grind it yourself.

Zhenyan practiced calligraphy for a while when he was a child, but he stopped after his great-grandfather passed away. When was the last time he took a brush?Fourth grade?Or fifth grade?

Zhenyan sighed, walked out of the room resignedly, and went to find the brush.

Nangongqin didn't seem to "get up early" today, and Shengyu was locked up again. The whole cave seemed empty and quiet.

Zhenyan stared at the direction of Nangongqin's room for a while, but finally didn't dare to disturb the ancestor.

Anyway, it’s just pen and ink, you can find it yourself.

Nangongqin gave Zhenyan the greatest freedom of movement, and there is no room in this cave that Zhenyan cannot enter.

But it was probably because Nangong Qin was too "poor".

If it is replaced by other Mahayana ancestors, they need to take medicine for cultivation, magic weapon for battle, and mechanism for guarding the door. They have accumulated thousands of years of family wealth, and several storage bags will not fit, so they have to practice in their own caves. In the various warehouses of the Zangbao Pavilion library, these messy magic weapon materials are put away in different categories, so as not to know where to find them when they need to use them.

But Nangong Qin does not have this problem.

Immortal Nangong's practice is progressing super fast, even if he hasn't taken any pills during the Void Refining Stage, his combat power is still super strong, before the Transformation Stage, he always draws A with one move, and there is almost no room for using magic weapons.

His "one hundred thousand volts" Pikachu's special attack skill was learned after the stage of transformation. It's not that the combat power has weakened, but that the combat power is too strong. He can beat the enemy into scum with just raising his hand, which is difficult to control. After using thunder and lightning, the light effect is sufficient, the control is convenient, and it is very suitable for torture. Nangong Immortal reluctantly used it.

Of course, such Nangong Qin has no interest in searching for loot, and sometimes even forgets his storage bag. Only rare treasures will make him interested in bringing them back.

In addition, the magic material in Nangong Qin's hands was specially sent by some small leaders in his territory to express his obedience. Nangong Qin, and the head of Bailu Village are not even qualified to give gifts.

Nangongqin didn't care about this, so he randomly found a melting hole in the corner as a warehouse, and threw things into it. He probably didn't even know what was in it.

Zhenyan didn't actually go to the "warehouse" to see it.

Even if Nangongqin didn't mind, Zhenyan felt that it was not good to rummage in the cave, so whatever he needed, he asked Shengyu to find it for him.

Now that Shengyu is in the small black room, Zhenyan has no choice but to go to the warehouse by himself.

It's cold in the warehouse.

Obviously, it was also a molten cave formed by volcanic lava. The moment he entered the warehouse, Zhenyan felt his body temperature suddenly drop by several degrees, which made him sneezed a lot.

At first, Zhenyan thought that Nangongqin specially "set" the temperature like this, and when he saw the items in the warehouse, he knew he was thinking too much.

Where is this warehouse? It's just a garbage dump.

I saw spiritual fruits and letters piled together, long swords and silks entwined together, animal bones and crystals inlaid in a pile, it looked like they were ruining things.

Fortunately, Nangongqin's cave is not like a relic at the bottom of a well. The indoor humidity is very low and very dry, so even if the spiritual fruit is destroyed, it will only be dried into a specimen, so there is no need to worry about rot.

But Zhenyan still couldn't accept it.

As a chef who has to keep the kitchen clean all the time, Zhenyan feels that the situation in the warehouse makes him dizzy.

But Zhenyan is not someone who does things without a plan.

He decided to find out the paper, pen and ruler first, and then slowly organize the warehouse.

Zhenyan was lucky. He didn't rummage through the "trash dump" for too long before he found a stack of talisman papers, matching talisman pens, and cinnabar.

"Hiss, is the little cook interested in talisman making?"

At this time, a cold voice suddenly asked.

Zhenyan focused on finding the ruler: "No, I just want to record something..."

"Then what are you doing with the talisman paper?" The other party handed over a roll of jade slips: "If you want to record things, use the jade slips! Baby Nangongqin, you are so precious, I don't think you are wasting things!"

"No, this has nothing to do with the ancestors..." It's better to record things on paper than jade slips!

Zhenyan wondered if she could leave marks on the jade simply with a brush.

Therefore, Zhenyan subconsciously pushed the jade slip away, and finally looked up at the other party.

So many legs!

Zhenyan took a few steps back reflexively, before he saw clearly that it was the Frost Six-winged Centipede raised by Nangong Qin.

This centipede is five or six meters long. Because of its snow-white color and the six diamond-shaped wings made of icy edges behind it, it looks quite graceful from a distance.

But it really was a bug, and it was still scary when it was magnified!

"Hey, can you take human form?" Zhenyan asked with a trembling voice.

Seeing him like this, the centipede made a sound like laughter: "Hiss, no."

"Then please stay away from me, it's best to keep a distance of five meters away from now on!" Zhenyan said.

"Are you a little girl?"

"I can't help it, I have trypophobia!" Zhenyan didn't want to force himself at all, "You must get close to me in this form, and don't expect me to cook anything for you in the future."

"Hiss~~ Your character is not the same as in the legend at all!" said the centipede, "Okay, I will transform into a human form."

Then it starts to melt.

Or, deformed?

Zhenyan remembers how beautiful Shengyu was when she transformed—red wings covered her body, and the girl emerged from her white body. Among the fluttering feathers, the red skirt unfolded like petals, looking like a girl in an animation. Like a magical girl.

But I don't know if this centipede is deliberately disgusting Zhenyan, or if the Zerg has no sense of beauty by nature, its body begins to melt like a burning candle, and its dense legs and feet stick together sticky, slowly condensing out A human form came.

Fortunately, the human form he transformed into is quite beautiful.

Silver hair, slender hair, white robes, and a handsome face...

Wait, this face...?

"Why did you become like your ancestor?" Zhenyan asked strangely.