Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"Bullshit!"

Lu Dayong shouted sharply, black spiritual power bursting around him.

Seeing this, Song Guanren hurriedly took a step back, and spit out an iron ball from his mouth.

The bead grew when it saw the wind, and instantly turned into a semicircular black stainless steel shield to block Song Guanren.

Unfortunately it's useless.

In front of the exploding black spiritual power, the seemingly thick shield seemed to be made of paper, and a crack like a spider's web burst from the middle in an instant.

Not only that, but the whole yard shook.

Just like the fine steel shield, the floor and the walls were also cracked.

Even with a shield as a barrier, Song Guanren couldn't withstand the impact of this wave of spiritual power. He took several steps back, his body flew out, and hit the wall on one side heavily.

However, Song Guan was not alone in this warehouse.

Hearing the noise in the courtyard, people rushed out from other rooms in the courtyard. Their clothes were similar to those of Song officials, and they were all dressed as traveling merchants in Duobao Pavilion.

With weapons in their hands, they stared at Lu Dayong warily.

Seeing this situation of stabbing a hornet's nest, the head of Bailu Village could only restrain his anger no matter how angry he was.

"Understood, if you are in this position, our deal with Duobao Pavilion ends here," Lu Dayong said coldly: "Anyway, Bailu Village will never betray its benefactor!"

Having said that, Lu Dayong turned and left the house.

"Old old man!" One of the traveling merchants looked at Lu Dayong's back, and said to Song Guan who was sitting on the ground in a panic: "Why did you provoke him? It's not that they don't know that people like Bailushan can survive the demon disaster." , even mortals are weird.”

"Cut, foolish people!" Song Guanren spat, "I obviously reminded them kindly."

"Good intentions? Hahahaha, you obviously want to sell them for the last time!" His companions laughed shamelessly.

"So what? If the supply of medicine is cut off, I want to see how long this group of tuberculosis can last!"

Song Guanren wiped the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know where he was scratched, but bright red blood flowed down his arm, like a bright red poisonous snake.

Lu Dayong didn't know the conversation that happened after he left.

He staggered out of the warehouse of Duobao Pavilion, but he didn't go back to Nangongqin immediately, but found a deserted alley corner, and squatted down in pain.

"Damn it, I really shouldn't be angry!" Lu Dayong gasped, "It's relapsed again!"

Saying so, a large amount of black air gushed out from his body.

Even without Zhenyan's "golden eyes", ordinary people can see the extent of the ominous black air.

"I recently ate the young master's spiritual food, and I feel much better..."

While ignoring the pain in his body by talking to himself, Lu Dayong made a pose and began to practice the exercises.

Naturally, he didn't notice that at the end of the alley, there was a dry well pressed by bluestone.

As Lu Dayong started to practice, there was a gurgling sound in the well.

On the other side, Zhenyan and Nangongqin had arrived at the teahouse on Fourth Street.

This teahouse is easy to find.

There are a bunch of beauties standing in front of the building, which are very eye-catching.

This posture is very similar to the merchants engaging in activities, but there seems to be no such tradition in the cultivation world, and there should be no merchant who can afford so many female cultivators in the foundation period.

The atmosphere is also very solemn.

Different from ordinary businesses holding activities, not only are there few people gathered in the teahouse, but even the fourth street has very few people. Occasionally, people who go to other stores pass by without squinting. The monks went in.

Seeing this, Zhenyan was a little puzzled.

Such a store is not like what Lu Dayong would recommend.

But Zhenyan was really curious about Lingcha, so he still pulled Nangongqin forward.

When the welcoming girl saw them, she smiled and said, "You two guests, this is the first time I've seen you! Which adult invited you here? Do you have any invitation cards?"

"Hey, do you need an invitation to enter the teahouse?" Zhenyan asked strangely.

"The teahouse is not open today, it's..."

At this time, a beautiful woman in a red fairy dress happened to pass by the door, and came out after seeing this scene.

"what happened?"

The girl panicked and replied, "These two guests don't have invitations!"

"Oh?" The beautiful woman looked at Zhenyan and Nangongqin.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Zhenyan said with a generous smile, "I came here because I admire the spiritual tea from your company. It's a pity that the teahouse is not open today. It seems that there is no fate."

"You're all here, how come you don't have a fate?" The beautiful woman looked at Zhenyan carefully, then at Nangongqin, and suddenly smiled: "You two, please come in!"

Hearing what she said, before Zhenyan and Nangongqin said anything, a customer who was about to enter the store was full of indignation.

"It's not fair! Mrs. Wenxian," said the guest, a young man in a golden robe. I don't know that he has practiced for many years, and his brows still have the pampering and arrogance of the world: "Since you have made a decision, you can only have You can only participate by invitation, and you should not let idle people enter!"

"You misunderstood, Prince Wang. Invitations are only prepared for idlers," the beautiful woman covered the corners of her mouth with a palace fan, "Our Mei Club has always had only one standard for distinguished guests, and that is to look at the face!"

The girls in front of the building all laughed.

"!"

The "Prince Prince" showed an expression of embarrassment when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to say anything to "Mrs. Wenxian", but turned his head and glared at Zhenyan.

Zhenyan was stared dumbfounded, and then saw Prince Wang's face turned blue and shivered, as if he saw something super scary, he hurried away.

Zhenyan looked at the ancestor beside him speechlessly.

Nangong Qin asked innocently: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Zhenyan smiled wryly and shook his head.

He and Nangong Qin walked into the teahouse.

There is a hole in the sky in the teahouse.

It's not that the decoration of the teahouse is very special, but after entering the teahouse, looking out from the window inside the building, it is no longer the plain streets of Bailu City, but the mountains covered with snow, and the night sky like a curtain. The air became cold and fresh.

Even Zhenyan can tell that the scenery outside the window is not a 3D photography image, but a genuine real scene.

Mrs. Wenxian did not receive Zhenyan and Nangongqin in person.

Now leading them is a young girl with a green silk sash tied around her slender waist.

Seeing that Zhenyan seemed to be very interested in the scenery outside, the girl smiled and said, "This is the Yongye Peak in the north. Our Patriarch Youtan likes the scenery here, so we decided to hold a tea party here."

"It's really tasteful." Zhenyan said.

But he didn't want to drink tea in such a cold place at all.

Shouldn't the most suitable for the top of the mountain be mutton hot pot?

Zhenyan sighed inwardly.

Nangongqin followed Zhenyan, with a rare worry on his expressionless face.

Is it already "dark"?Renren shouldn't be a problem, right?

Nangongqin pressed her heart, looked at the pale waning moon in the sky and thought so.