Notes on building a city in the immortal world

When Nangong Zhenyan arrived at Bailu Village, he was also taken aback.

When Ri Zhenyan heard the village chief mention the mountain people, he thought that there were some reclusive families in the Bailu Mountains, no more than [-] households, about the same population as Bailu Village. But today, the whole village is full of people. Viewed from the air, it looks like a tourist attraction during the National Day Golden Week, a dense mass of darkness.

But this blackness is not only because of the heads, but because of the blackness on their bodies.

The cultivators on this land are all entwined with black aura, let alone ordinary people, who are all surrounded by black mist, and their bodies are somewhat eroded by the black mist, showing the same rotten state as the White Deer Mountain God.

It looks like a bunch of unlucky guys.

And when these people saw the black tiger flying from the sky on the auspicious cloud, riding a handsome young man, they became visibly agitated.

The village head and the villagers around him are better off, but some of the other people whispered, some pointed, some knelt down and saluted, as if they regarded Zhenyan as a "scenic spot", just two coin tosses that's it.

Seeing this, Nangong Zhenyan didn't rush down, but patted the tiger's head.

This big black cat has a much higher IQ than Sheng Yuniao. It immediately stopped and let out another roar.

There was a sudden silence.

Only then did Zhenyan fly to the village head Lu Dayong.

However, he still didn't land, and only made a gesture to let Lu Dayong fly up to speak by himself.

Lu Dayong is also struggling!

He thinks that he is quite familiar with Nangong Zhenyan these days, and he also has some understanding of the character of this "young lord". He thinks that regardless of his identity as the descendant of Nangong Xianren, this young man is just a friendly and easy-going ordinary person That's all.

Lu Dayong even wondered if Zhenyan always ran to the village because he was not used to the life of Xian's family.

Today's Nangong Zhenyan made him understand that he wanted to go wrong.

Not everyone can maintain a consistent calm when facing such a crowd suddenly.

Not to mention that Nangong Zhenyan was sitting under the red-eyed black-striped tiger today.

This black tiger used to be the demon king in this area. During the demon tide, I don't know how many lives it swallowed. Although it was subdued by Nangong Qin in the end, the bloody smell showed no signs of dissipating. Now it is also shocking the demons and ghosts within a thousand miles. .

Even for an immortal in the Golden Core stage, it takes a lot of courage to ride this tiger.

Nangong Zhenyan leaned firmly on the black tiger, with the same smile on his face as usual.

It was only then that Lu Dayong realized that Nangong Zhenyan's smile seemed friendly when he was close to him, but actually contained elements of scrutiny and onlookers. Just like now, he is looking down at the crowd, obviously assessing wearing something.

Facing such Zhenyan, Lu Dayong felt a little strange.

He couldn't decide for a moment whether it was better to salute the other party or kneel down.

Fortunately, before Lu Dayong made a decision, Zhenyan asked him to speak up.

Although Lu Dayong looks like this on the outside, he is an immortal in the foundation building period after all. He lifted up the clouds and flew into the sky.

"Meet the young master." The village head said in a different tone than usual.

Zhenyan nodded, and asked straightforwardly: "Why are there so many people?!"

Couldn't there be many people who have the opportunity to hug Nangong Qin's thigh?

Lu Dayong muttered in his heart.

But this time, Nangong Zhenyan was accepting apprentices in name and taught everyone how to cook. To put it too bluntly, the little ancestor might not be happy, and the village head showed a simple and honest smile.

"Many adults are worried about the children at home, so they also follow, and it seems that there are more people."

"Huh? How many families are there in the Bailu Mountains?" Zhenyan asked.

"Large, about six or more than 70 households?"

"Have people come from every family? How many people have come from each family?"

"This one……"

"How many people are there in total in the village now?"

"perhaps……"

Lu Dayong's face was sweaty when asked.

Seeing him like this, Zhenyan couldn't help but sigh: "Aren't you doing population registration?"

Zhenyan remembered the ancient times in his own world. As long as it was not a time of war, the census of each dynasty and generation was also very strict, and each place had its own little yellow book.

But think about it.

There are immortal cultivators in the imperial court of the realm of comprehension. A family living in the mountains has not been registered. It is hard to tell whether this family is a hermit or cultivating immortals.

Now there are a lot of non-human guys mixed in below.

"...I remember you said last time that every house belongs to mortals!" Zhenyan asked.

Lu Dayong raised his spirits all of a sudden: "That's right! Although the family is a mortal, some children still have the aptitude to cultivate immortals. Since the young master wants to teach the art of spiritual food, it must be better to have spiritual roots than to have no spiritual roots!"

Even if a mortal without spiritual roots comes into contact with Nangong Qin, he can't hug his thigh!

"Regardless of whether there are spiritual roots or not," Zhenyan asked with a half-smile, but strangely: "That is to say, these are all human beings?"

"Of course they are all human beings." The village head replied strangely.

Then why did I see those with scales, fox tails, and pig heads?

Zhenyan complained in his heart.

It's just that these weird-looking guys also have the same black aura as the Bailu Mountain God, and they are obviously victims of demon disasters.

"Is there something wrong?" the village chief asked anxiously.

Zhenyan saw that the village chief seemed really puzzled, so he didn't continue to ask, but sighed: "Forget it, everyone is here. It's not an option to squeeze in the village like this. Let's count the number of people who want to go to school first. Is there... is there any open space around here that can accommodate everyone?"

"Yes, the spiritual fields are about to be harvested recently! Several grain drying fields have just been cleared out behind the village!" The village chief said hurriedly.

"Let them line up in two teams, one with spiritual roots and one without spiritual roots," Zhenyan said, "I'm just going to trouble you... You should be able to distinguish whether you have spiritual roots or not?"

"Of course, I am also a Foundation Establishment cultivator!" Lu Dayong said.

If it wasn't for the young master, if someone else questioned him like this, Lu Dayong would have already beat him up.

But looking at Zhenyan's innocent expression and Heihu's staring eyes, Lu Dayong could only smile dryly and say, "I even have a way to distinguish what kind of spiritual root it is!"

"That's not necessary, I'm not going to teach them fairy arts." Zhenyan said casually.

But these people came here to learn fairy arts!

Besides, you have to distinguish between those who have spiritual roots and those who don't. I'm afraid you value children with spiritual roots more!

Lu Dayong murmured in his heart.

He turned around and went back to the village below, and gave Zhenyan's request.

It has to be said that Lu Dayong's ability to handle affairs is still good, and soon the people in the village moved, and with the help of the villagers of Bailu Village, they were divided into two teams on the grain drying field.

Because Zhenyan did not keep the team standards secret, the village head directly stated the team standards.

As a result, the children who were assigned to the team with spiritual roots were proud, while the children who were assigned to the team without spiritual roots were downcast. Some even didn't go to the queue when they heard that they didn't have spiritual roots.

Nangong Zhenyan didn't say anything.

No one knows, the standard of his judgment is not spiritual root at all.

"Hey, little Heihei," Zhenyan asked Heihu, "Do you also think these children are human?"

"Young Master, please don't call me 'Little Hei Hei'! Although the master calls me 'Hei' for short, my original name is 'Bai Lu Shan Hei Hu Yuan Hei Hu King'!" Hei Hu said seriously.

What a name for the second disease with Chinese characteristics.

You can make up a dozen monsters on the road to Journey to the West, and they are all characters that can be killed with a stick.

Zhenyan patted the tiger's head: "I see, Xiao Hei Hei."

"..."

"You haven't answered me yet! Do you really think these children are human?"

"...mostly human beings," Heihu protested after being silent for three seconds, and then swallowed his breath: "But there are two that don't taste right, do you want me to bite them out?"

"Only two?"

"Young master, do you think there are many?" Heihu asked strangely.

Zhenyan didn't answer, he blinked, his eyeballs were quickly stained with a layer of gold, like melted metal, and his pupils showed a dazzling golden red.

Zhenyan watched the crowd silently with these eyes, waiting for the village head to finish queuing up the children.

Then he said: "There are too many people in the two teams, let's divide into another team!"

This team of Zhenyan did not ask the villagers to help.

He singled out children who were different from ordinary humans in his eyes.

Interestingly, Zhenyan noticed that only a small part of these children were among the children with spiritual roots, but most of them were in the ranks of mortal children, and when the two sides put together, it was almost exactly one-third.

And these children obviously know their "own people".

The few children who were picked out at the beginning were still as if nothing had happened, but when they saw that Zhenyan picked out children like themselves, they trembled every time Zhenyan found one. Almost crying.

At this point, others can see that something is wrong.

They didn't notice what was wrong with the children, but they felt that every time the young master singled out a child, the evil spirit contained in the parents who brought the children became more and more serious.

However, with the former demon king in the sky, no one dared to do anything impulsively.

Only after Zhenyan selected the third team, the village head Lu Dayong tremblingly wanted to speak. "Young master, what the hell are you..."

"Okay! Just these three groups!"

Zhenyan didn't seem to notice the expressions of other people at all. He clapped his hands and smiled at the crowd:

"Because there are too many people coming, it is impossible to accept all, so I am going to take a small test next. Considering that the number of people in each group is actually different, so I will only admit the top tenth of each group. For those who do not want to participate, it is still too late to withdraw.”

The crowd immediately exploded.

It's not that there are children who want to quit, but the children who have just given up their qualifications because they have no spiritual roots want to return to the team. After all, judging by the number of people, it is undoubtedly the mortal group that has the most admissions.

"Young master, there is one missing here! Our Xiaobai also wants to serve you!"

"That's right! So are our children!"

"Hey, do we have quotas for our group?" It was the children of the monster group who were talking in such a low voice.

……

"Roar~~"

In the end, the little black black tiger quelled the commotion with a roar.

Zhenyan was very moved by Nangongqin's foresight at this time. If the ancestors hadn't borrowed the black tiger from his fox to pretend to be a tiger, things would have become a lot more troublesome just relying on Sheng Yuniao.

Because of this, Zhenyan faced the crowd with confidence.

"Okay! Those who want to take the test, come to me in the order of the queue to get the number——"

Having said that, Zhenyan took out the jade slips that he had prepared a long time ago.