Notes on building a city in the immortal world

The merchants walked cautiously towards Bailu Village.

"Are you really not leading the wrong way?" Han Wei asked Song Qiang suspiciously.

"Looking at the stones outside the village, they are the same! There are still scratches on them that I accidentally left when I first came here."

Song Qiang's tone was not very sure.

Because not only in the village, but also outside the village is completely different.

Originally, Bailu Village was just a small village located among the miscellaneous trees on the hillside. The old buildings were integrated with the surrounding barren trees and weeds. It was almost impossible to find a village here from afar.

But at this moment, not only the buildings in the village have been renovated, but also the miscellaneous trees outside have been cleared away.

Even the residents are different!

"Are you the merchants that the village chief said?" the young man asked curiously.

After the children ran into the village, it was not the villagers Song Qiang was familiar with who came out of the village, but this young man.

This is a very handsome young man.

He has a tall and straight figure, fair skin, and a pair of bright round eyes that make his upright appearance look like a teenager. At first glance, he looks like a direct disciple of the martial arts sect, but Song Qiang, who is a wandering businessman, vaguely smells something similar to himself. worldly atmosphere.

Then Song Qiang felt that he probably thought too much.

The cloud pattern on the robe on the young man's body kept moving along with his movements, like real clouds. Even Song Qiang couldn't see what kind of magic weapon it was, but he could only confirm that it was expensive, and he could afford such clothes Yes, naturally not a secular person.

On the contrary, the children who followed the young man knew immediately that they were the mountain people of Bailu Mountain.

The child who fell on the grain truck just now followed behind.

Song Qiang wondered why such a young man would appear in this barren mountain, but he still cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Not long ago, the Elder Lu of your village ordered a large amount of grain from our Duobao Pavilion, and this time he came to deliver it! Excuse me!" , Where are Elder Lu and others?"

"Uncle the village chief is up there!"

The young man didn't answer, and the child beside him pointed to the air.

The long steps are spreading towards the clouds. Standing under the steps and looking up, it looks very spectacular.

Song Qiang and others were most surprised by this building.

Although practitioners fly around in the sky every day, it is not easy to completely violate the laws of gravity and build buildings into the sky. Therefore, no matter how gorgeous the main halls of the various immortal sects are, they are still on the Lingshan Mountain. off the ground.

At present, the only one who has mastered the floating technology is Lingxiao Palace, which was once known as the first fairy gate.

Their main hall was built above the clouds of the third heaven, so they have more confidence than other sects to call themselves "immortals".

But that was three months ago.

The Lingxiao Palace has been smashed down from the sky by Nangongqin, and people can no longer see the majestic palace in the clouds.

However, Bailu Village began to build stairs to the sky...

Song Qiang couldn't help asking: "What is that?"

"toll."

"Toll... station?" Song Qiang asked strangely.

"It's not something worth mentioning." The young man didn't mean to explain, but only looked at the grain truck curiously. "You have come all the way, and it's been hard work. Do you want to take a rest and wait for the village chief to come back?"

"Young Master, can't you trade with us instead of Elder Lu?" Han Wei suddenly asked.

He squinted his eyes to look at the young man, and asked with a smile: "By the way, haven't you asked the young master's name?"

"I am the teacher of these children, just call me 'Yan Zhen'." The young man who called himself 'Yan Zhen' said with a smile.

"teacher……?"

"Song officials?! Why are you here?"

Han Wei wanted to ask something else, but a voice cut in.

Song Qiang is familiar with this.

The voice of Lu Dayong, the head of Bailu Village.

Song Qiang followed the prestige, and saw Lu Dayong appearing at the position closest to the village on the steps in the air, and several villagers were staring at them unkindly.

"Elder Lu, we meet again!" Song Qiang went up to welcome him.

There was no discomfort in his smile, as if he had never had any unhappiness with Lu Dayong in Bailu City that day.

Lu Dayong was very uncomfortable with his thick skin.

"You are not welcome in our village!" Lu Dayong said bluntly.

"Hehe, the villain offended me a few days ago, so I ask Elder Lu to forgive me." Song Qiang twitched his mouth and said with an apologetic smile, "But since you placed an order with Your Excellency Duobao, you can't deny it." Bar!"

Han Wei also said: "That's right, Elder Lu, we have spent a lot of effort in preparing these grain seeds. Even if you go to other places now, it is impossible to buy so many grain seeds."

Hearing what the two said, Lu Dayong couldn't help but glance at Zhenyan.

That day after Lu Da bravely left the warehouse of Duobao Pavilion, he thought that the order could not be fulfilled, and later he found strange plants at the bottom of the well, and the two ancestors of the Nangong family were planning to spend the night in Bailu City , So Lu Dayong completely forgot about it the next day, and of course he didn't tell Zhenyan that Nangongqin smashed Lingxiao Temple, and the various immortal sects were hostile to Nangongqin because of this.

However, what the merchants said was true. If the batch of grains in front of them were not needed, it would be difficult to buy them in other places.

Lu Dayong couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Seeing Lu Dayong looking at himself, Nangong Zhenyan smiled and said, "Since the village chief and the guests have business to discuss, we won't bother you. Come on, go back to class!" Zhenyan's last words were to the children of.

"Huh? Didn't you say self-study?" The boy who hit the grain cart before complained.

"I was just about to ask! Why did you go outside the village when I asked you to study by yourself in the classroom?"

"that is……"

The voices of the youth and children gradually faded away, and then Lu Dayong said to the merchants: "Follow me!"

Lu Dayong took the merchants to his home.

Although it was the place where Lu Dayong usually lived, it was considered half a public place.

Once the villagers want to discuss something, they will always gather in the yard of the village chief's house, and every year when they trade with the merchants, the villagers will also bring the items that need to be traded here to exchange with the merchants.

But the house has also been completely rebuilt.

It has been transformed into a small three-story building, which is spacious and bright inside, but it does not feel suitable for living, but more like an office space.

Song Qiang looked around, and tentatively said: "Elder Lu, there are quite a lot of changes here!"

"The original village is too dilapidated, and it's almost time to renovate it! Besides, the original village can't accommodate so many people."

"Is the village going to increase the population? By the way, those children are..."

"They are all children of mortals in the mountains, but they seem to have some fairy roots, so I asked them to send them here," Lu Dayong said without seeming to hide: "After all, good seedlings can't be wasted."

"A good seedling?" Song Qiang smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

He could see some aura in those children, but it may not be necessary to say that they have outstanding aptitude, not to mention that the White Deer Mountains have been polluted by demon disasters, making it extremely difficult to cultivate.

"That teacher was also invited for this?" Han Wei interrupted and asked.

"Yes, it's not just him, we also hired other teachers in our village," Lu Dayong replied casually, before glaring at Han Wei and saying, "Who are you? I don't think I've seen them before?"

"My lord, Han Wei, is a traveling merchant from Duobao Pavilion, specializing in grain business." Han Wei laughed.

"Boss Han helped raise the grain needed for Bailu Village," Song Qiang explained.

"Oh, thank you very much." Lu Dayong looked at Han Wei and said.

Although I haven't met this Boss Han before, but the other party is only a first floor of the Foundation Establishment Stage, so it should be fine... right?

"All, kill them all?!"

Song Qiang looked at Han Wei in horror.

They had just returned from the banquet that had greeted them in the village.

This is the custom in the village.

It is not easy for traveling merchants to come to the village every year, so the villagers will hold special banquets.

But because there is no food, the so-called banquet can only drink some spiritual wine, eat some fairy fruit, and exchange business. If there is a big sect, there may be singing, dancing and martial arts performances, but a banquet without food is basically soulless Banquets, in general, are pretty boring.

Song Qiang has long been used to such banquets, and he has no expectations for Bailu Village.

Rather, after meeting familiar villagers at the banquet and discovering that there were a few more so-called "strangers" in the village who were all mortals, Song Qiang was almost relieved.

Sure enough, Bailu Village is still the same Bailu Village.

So Han Wei's sudden request really scared him!

"Why? They refurbished the house, just because they added some children! The purchase of grain seeds is also to help the mountain people! It's not a day or two for Sanxian in this village to have a brain problem! If they are normal people, how could they be squatting all the time? Don’t go to this kind of ghost place?! But they don’t care what they do! Why kill them?!”

"It's the biggest mistake for them to expand their power!" Han Wei said coldly.

In the dark, his expression was very gloomy, not at all like the smiling appearance during the day: "Let's not talk about whether they have been corrupted by monsters, the isolated and helpless situation in the monster disaster alone makes them treat us as 'outsiders'." 'Has hostility or even hatred? If they expand their influence, who knows if it will harm our interests!"

"Even so, why did you tell me..." Song Qiang whispered.

Of course he knew that what Han Wei said now was just a very unreliable superficial reason.

The fat man came here with malice towards Bailu Village.

Song Qiang didn't know the real reason, and didn't want to know.

He said harshly: "Can I just pretend I can't see anything? Why did you drag me into the water?!"

"Because I don't have enough manpower alone," Han Wei said, "I need someone to help my 'Yan Zhen' lead out of the village."

"Yan Zhen?"

"Yes, that young man, don't you think he might be related to Nangong Qin?" Han Wei raised his head and looked at the steps leading to the sky in the village. In the night, it was like a long dragon about to take off: "Look at that step, I suspect that when Nangong Qin was in Miemen Lingxiao Palace, he got the secret method of how Lingxiao Palace builds buildings in the air!"

"This is also possible..." Song Qiang also looked at the steps.

Then his face was covered with cold sweat: "Are you crazy?! Since you know that the other party is related to Nangong Qin, you still want to do it?! Aren't you afraid that Nangong Qin will destroy our Duobao Pavilion together?"

"That's why I want to lure him out, don't kill him so early! It would be even better if he could tell the secret method of Lingxiao Palace!"

Han Wei smiled sinisterly, he paused, and comforted the panicked Song Qiang: "Don't worry, although the other party is related to Nangongqin, it is probably related to a subordinate's subordinate. After all, I have never heard of Nangongqin's side. What close people, haven't all those related to him been killed long ago?"

"No, I heard there is still one left?" Song Qiang said.

"You mean Nangong Zhenyan?" Han Wei laughed: "I can guarantee that today's 'Mr. Yan Zhen' is definitely not him!"

"Because I've seen that Nangong Zhenyan!"

"Just recently!"

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