Notes on building a city in the immortal world

After Zhenyan accepted the task of "Yinxian Ferry", he got a blueprint for the construction of the ferry.

【Yinxian Ferry (Elementary)】

[Function: The side of the spiritual path is specially used for the mooring of spirit beasts and vehicles, for practitioners to get on and off, and to load and unload goods]

[Time required: [-] days]

[Required spirit stones: 8000 low-grade spirit stones]

[Materials required: Chijing Wood x10, Ice Spirit Rock x35, Wind Rock Python Spine x1]

Zhenyan only needs to collect the materials, and then open the [Map] function, place the buildings on the drawing at the location where the ferry is to be built, and wait another thirteen days to get the already built buildings, just like his A business game I've played before.

"However, what is the spiritual way?" Zhenyan asked.

"It is the path that practitioners fly in the air." Yingzhuo 9893 said.

It explained in detail like a search engine: "In the absence of guidance, even practitioners who are proficient in hexagrams can easily get lost in the air. Arrays are used as landmarks, and this kind of landmark is called 'Yinxiandutou'."

"Can anyone build this kind of ferry?"

"Theoretically yes, but since the Spirit Gathering Formation requires a lot of spiritual stones and manual maintenance, it is generally built by the largest forces in the region."

"Who built that one in White Deer City?"

"I heard it is the Zhengdao League?" Lu Dayong replied uncertainly: "Like a trial site like the crack in the demon world, there are no fairy gates around, it is the Zhengdao League to build such facilities... But they will submit to the sect they belong to Just ask for an apportionment of the cost."

"So that's the case, but based on the sphere of influence, so this ferry should have been built by the ancestors?" Zhenyan mused.

"This kind of thing, no matter what!" At this time, a voice protested: "You summoned the concubine to come out just to discuss this?!"

"Shan, Lord Mountain God, please calm down!" Lu Dayong said in a panic.

That's right, Nangong Zhenyan is now at Bailuyan, where the Bailu Mountain God lives.

In front of him, besides the Bailu Mountain God and the village head Lu Dayong, there is also the artificial intelligence Yinghuo 9893, the etiquette teacher Mr. Yu, the counting master Mr. Ji, and Nangong Qin's mount, the eye-catching red-eyed black-striped tiger.

It's a very strange combination.

"I think that if the Yinxian Ferry is to be built, it is necessary to notify the mountain god." Zhenyan said.

"Hey, what do you tell me about this kind of thing? Those practitioners come and go in and out of the cracks in the demon world all day long, but they never tell me!" White Deer Mountain God dissatisfied.

It paused at this point, then sneered: "Of course, you built the ferry and let those outsiders enter the village. If something happens, I don't care about it."

Hearing what the mountain god said, Lu Dayong showed a troubled look.

The village head actually opposed the construction of the ferry.

Although this village is full of Loose Immortals, it is nothing compared to those cultivators who have entered and exited the cracks in the demon world for trials. If those people were allowed to enter the village, there would definitely be chaos.

"No, I'm not going to build it in the village, I'm going to build it above the village." Zhenyan said.

"? The village above is not a village..." Bailu Mountain God suddenly raised his head: "Are you talking about the above?"

"Yes, that's why I need the help of everyone here."

Zhenyan said that, and took out the ferry construction plan.

The White Deer Mountain God asked Lu Dayong to take over the plan and flip through it, and said coldly:

"Boy, your ambition is big enough!"

"Yeah! I just realized a few days ago that I have ancestors, so there's no need to shrink back."

Zhenyan said with a smile.

Today is a sunny day.

Sunny and cloudless.

For merchants, this day was a good day. The caravan of Duobao Pavilion was walking on the path of the White Deer Mountains, and the leader was the one whom Lu Dayong called 'Song Guan Ren'.

His real name is Song Qiang, and he is a traveling merchant in charge of the Bailu area in Duobao Pavilion.

At this time of year, Song Qiang would ride the beast Lu Shu dedicated to Duobao Pavilion, bring a lot of items to Bailu Village, and trade with the villagers.

This year is no exception.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Officer Song, you weren't planning to go to Bailu Village this year." Han Wei apologized to Song Qiang with a smile.

Han Wei is a big fat man.

He had been tanned by the sun for a long time, his face was covered with oil and sweat, he was out of breath, and even the Lu Shu under him was listless.

Of course, it could also be because of Han Wei's weight.

"Who said I'm not going to go?! That's because I didn't know that Lu Dayong actually placed a huge order to buy grain seeds." Song Qiang was very annoyed when he mentioned this, "Such a big deal , according to the rules, you can't leave me alone!"

"So, I didn't abandon you either?" Han Wei said, "Please lead the way!"

"Tsk!" Song Qiang was still dissatisfied.

If he had known that Bailu Village needed so many grains, Song Qiang would not have said unnecessary things to Lu Dayong, and would have gone to Bailu Village earlier. After all, the order passed through the headquarters, and Song Qiang's achievements would be reduced.

For example, now, they sent Han Wei over.

Song Qiang thought about it and felt that he was at a big loss: "I don't know what they want so many grains for."

"What else can I do? Eat it!" Han Wei said.

"Does your family buy seeds for food?"

"I mean, grow and eat."

"Impossible! How many people are there in total in Bailu Village? It's the original output. If we don't buy it, they will have to eat it for several years, let alone grow so much!"

"So it's sold?"

"But to whom? Who would order so much food from Bailu Village instead of looking for a more formal chamber of commerce?"

"Since it's impossible to eat it by yourself, and it's not for sale, it's like the rumors say that Bailu Village hooked up with the demon world, so the Lingmi is secretly feeding the demons?"

"That's impossible! The group of people and demons in Bailu Village have a deep hatred," Song Qiang said with a smile: "Besides, I only heard that Nangong Qin hooked up with demons a few days ago, so why is he connected with Bailu Village now? They set food The matter is obviously recent..."

Song Qiang's voice became smaller and smaller.

Slowly, only the sound of deer hoofs remained on the mountain path.

After a while, Song Qiang said: "I only know that you are a grain merchant who comes to allocate grain seeds from above, and I don't know anything else."

"I was originally a grain merchant!" Han Wei smiled with narrowed eyes.

He paused, and then asked again: "By the way, Song Guanren, you go to Bailu Village every year, so you must be familiar with them?"

"It's okay." Song Qiang was a little cautious when he spoke again.

"Then what is Bailu Village like?"

"It's just... just an ordinary small mountain village. To be honest, I can't tell they are cultivators at all. They all look like old farmers guarding two acres of land, and their cultivation base is not very good."

"Won't Nangong Qin help them?"

"Hehe, if Nangong Qin is willing to make a move, Bailu Village still needs a small businessman like me?" Song Qiang said.

"Hmph, what about defense?" Han Wei asked, "Aren't the demons rampant around here?"

"On the contrary, the number of demons near the crack in the demon world is the least. Because Nangong Qin subdued the big demon Heihu King in the Bailu Mountain Range, the ordinary little monsters were controlled, while the big ones were all killed. "Song Qiang said, he gave Han Wei a strange look, "You went all the way to Bailu City, didn't you feel it?"

"I came directly from Yinxian Ferry in Bailu City," Han Wei said.

"Oh!" Song Qiang glanced behind Han Wei when he heard the words.

Han Wei claimed to be a grain merchant, and Bailu Village ordered a large amount of grain seeds, so behind him was a large string of grain carts, and the wheels of the carts were deeply pressed into the mountain road.

It is impossible for these cars to pass through Yinxian Ferry.

Unless there are high-level spirit beasts or storage bags, there is no way to carry so many and such heavy goods at high altitudes.

But if Han Wei had a high-level spirit beast and a storage bag with enough space, why did he have to pull the grain cart so hard to walk on the mountain road?

Song Qiang cleverly swallowed all the questions and didn't ask anything.

He just smiled dryly: "Anyway, don't worry, the road to Bailu Village is a bit difficult, but you will definitely not be attacked by monsters—"

"Snapped!"

When Song Qiang said that, he heard the sound of branches from above, and then a black shadow fell down and hit the grain truck behind the two of them.

Song Qiang froze with fright, but Han Wei stopped the mount under him in a posture that was not commensurate with his fat body, and quickly turned his head to look back.

Only then did Song Qiang come back to his senses: "What's going on?"

"It hurts, hurts, hurts—" There was a cry of pain from the grain truck.

It was obviously not a monster there, but a bright-looking little boy.

"Child?" Han Wei didn't seem to relax his vigilance.

The boy was also bold, he sat down firmly, and asked back: "I'm a child, yes, who are you?"

Before Song and Han could answer, a girl's voice came from the tree.

"Looking at their appearance, they should be merchants, right?"

"Alas? Last time the village chief said he was going out to buy grain seeds, and the seeds finally arrived?" the boy asked excitedly, and patted the grain cart under him.

Han Wei froze all of a sudden.

Fortunately, the boy only touched the grain cart, and jumped out of the cart neatly: "I'll go and tell the village!"

Saying so, the boy quickly ran away.

"Wait, Shenchou! Stop!"

The girl on the tree who hadn't shown her face cried out, and saw the branches move, but there was no more movement.

"It looks like a child from Bailu Village." Song Qiang heaved a sigh of relief.

"Is there a child in Bailu Village?" Han Wei asked strangely.

Song Qiang was stunned for a moment.

Of course, there are no children in Bailu Village, and there are not even a few women in this village.

Cultivators are busy with their cultivation, even if they have dual cultivators, they are not so keen on having children, so it is basically difficult to see such young children in the gathering places of immortals.

When Song Qiang went to Bailu Village before, he never saw a child.

Before Song Qiang could figure out what was going on, their convoy turned a corner and saw the huge rock with the words "Bailu Village" written on it outside Bailu Village from a distance.

In the village behind the boulder, the white walls and blue tiles, pavilions and pavilions are not inferior to the exquisite architecture of Bailu City. The most surprising thing is that there is a long ladder that has not been repaired, which is trembling and spreading towards the sky. , like a long dragon about to take off.

It can be said that apart from that boulder, there is nothing Song Qiang is familiar with.

Han Wei's voice became even weirder: "Is this what you said, an ordinary village?"

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