Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"Grandfather?!"

After hearing the voice, Mrs. Wenxian finally came to her senses.

But her body moved to the side uncontrollably. If it weren't for the graves around her, maybe she would have retreated further.

There is no way, Mrs. Wenxian is afraid of ghosts.

Although in theory, cultivators should not be afraid of ghosts, pure meditation is not good for practice, and their daily life is to eliminate demons and ghosts.

But the female cultivators of Meishe are exceptions.

Their way of cultivation is very special, and they don't rely on strength very much. On the contrary, they are all the five scum of war.

Even though she recognized the voice of her own patriarch, Mrs. Wenxian crawled away a few steps before looking back tremblingly:

"Master Patriarch, what happened to you?!"

Where she was originally sitting was a ghost, or something that wasn't even a ghost.

It was a dense mist, thicker than the scattered mist in the surrounding barren tombs, and it was vaguely visible as a slender figure, but it was different from the incarnation that Zhenyan had seen last time. Taller, with wider shoulders, also looks more androgynous.

It also sounds like a man and a woman.

"...Did you really not receive my letter?" Patriarch Youtan sighed, "My incarnation outside the body died in the crack of the demon world, and my body was also seriously injured. Fairy Yun Jian borrowed it away, so I had to enter the Dao of Reincarnation early, but unfortunately I met the ghost king, and I couldn't even save my bones."

Saying so, it sighed faintly, and raised its left hand.

Its whole body only has a hand bone that has been turned into a skeleton in its left hand.

"How come?!" Mrs. Wenxian said with tears.

Looking at Patriarch Youtan's tragic situation, she couldn't think in her brain, so even though she felt that there was something very unreasonable about the other party's experience, she couldn't think of it all at once.

Zhenyan didn't listen carefully, but just stared at the teapot.

Mrs. Wenxian moved her position just now, and that direction is facing the spout of the teapot. It is inconvenient to pour water to remove froth or control the heat. At this time, the tea is almost boiling, and the black-green water film has condensed into a thin layer. .

Zhenyan took the tea spoon.

His hand brushed over the tea soup like a dragonfly, the water film disappeared, and only the green foam rolled in the tea soup, which was really beautiful.

Zhenyan smiled and said, "Is this the script the other party wrote for you?"

"Yeah! Is it boring?" The misty figure let out a chuckle.

"The script? Eh?" Mrs. Wen Xian was stunned, and asked a series of questions, "Wait a minute, what script?! And in the crack of the demon world, didn't Mr. Yan Zhen save us? Although your incarnation outside the body is affected Injured, but it will not affect the body, why are there so many behind—"

After all, she is not Shengyu's bird head, and she finally understands:

"Are you acting with them?!"

"After all, you went to them directly for that matter, so it's useless?" Patriarch Youtan said.

"..." Mrs. Wenxian's expression was a little humiliated.

Patriarch Youtan explained to Zhenyan:

"It was Bailiuwu who provided us with the secret treasure map of the fissure in the demon world.

This sect is located in the wilderness of the Western Territory, and most of its members are women. It is very difficult to survive, so they joined the Zhengdao League to seek asylum.But their dock master Fairy Duanmu is my sister... I used to think so.

So when they provided the map, we never doubted their intentions. Even if we encountered danger, we thought it was the problem of the cracks in the demon world itself... But the traps around the altar are too competitive. People who are accustomed to the law will never be able to do it!If I hadn't met you that day, I would definitely be dead! "

Saying so, Patriarch Youtan saluted deeply.

But she is a cloud of mist now, so this big gift is really a bit vague.

"It was Qianmu who saved you that day, not me." Zhenyan declined.

"But it's your subordinate, son?" Patriarch Youtan didn't feel that he had made a mistake.

"The concubine went to find Bailiuwu afterwards!" Mrs. Wen Xian added angrily, "They don't even bother to find an excuse! Just refuse to confront the concubine!"

"We can't do anything to them yet, because we have the support of the Zhengdao League. I thought I couldn't ask anything anyway, so I just followed their wishes and said 'seriously injured'. Let's see what they want to do." The patriarch laughed,

Mrs. Wenxian felt a little wronged: "In this case, please tell my concubine first!"

"I would like to, but that day when I returned from the crack in the demon world, I found that I was being watched... It wasn't that time, it must have been watched for a long time, but I never noticed it!" Master Youtan shook his head, "I have no choice but to I will notify you by sending a letter, but I feel that it may not be passed on, so I didn’t dare to write anything important, and the fact did not reach you.”

Patriarch Youtan paused, and said strangely: "But I thought you would take the initiative to come to me when you heard the news of my serious injury... But judging by your current appearance, you don't seem to know?"

"An accident happened in Bailu City." Mrs. Wenxian said.

She briefly explained that she was wanted in White Deer City.

Mrs. Wenxian concluded: "Thinking about it now, it should be that the Patriarch is 'dead', so they are relieved to attack us!"

"But you should have guessed what they want?" Patriarch Youtan said.

"I see." Madam Wenxian nodded.

The two female cultivators sighed and looked at Zhenyan again:

"I didn't expect to trouble Mr. Yan Zhen again!"

This time, both Youtan and Wenxian bowed to Zhenyan.

Zhenyan didn't bother to return the gift.

Tired.

Seeing that the tea was almost ready, he didn't add anything to it, but poured it into the tea bowl.

But Zhenyan didn't want to drink.

Mrs. Wenxian added a large spoonful of salt to it at the beginning, and now it must taste like sea salt.

Just right, the things I made recently can be put in it.

Zhenyan thought so.

While taking out the storage bag, he asked the two of Meishe: "Can you tell me about such a private matter? Maybe I will betray you?"

"You won't!" Patriarch Youtan was more certain than Zhenyan, "Since Wenxian brought you to see me, it shows that you are trustworthy."

Mrs. Wenxian wanted to say she didn't.

She brought Zhenyan to see Patriarch Youtan, although she wanted to win him over, but who would have thought that Patriarch Youtan would be in this situation!

In fact, Mrs. Wenxian was thinking about whether to just leave Zhenyan in this place.

——She didn't dare to think about killing Zhenyan, but if Zhenyan was lost in this kind of barren graveyard for a few months, it would probably be enough for Patriarch Youtan to finish what she wanted to do.

Zhenyan didn't know that the other party was thinking about this. He took out an ice box from the storage bag, but didn't rush to open it. Instead, he flicked lightly on the tea bowl, and the steaming tea soup cooled down.

Zhenyan is currently learning fairy arts.

However, apart from the daily "combat training", he seldom uses his magic skills in other places, and basically uses them for food.

Now that Zhenyan had cooled the tea, he dug out the white slush from the ice box and put it on the tea.

"Please use—" Zhenyan pushed the two tea bowls to the sides.

"This is?" Patriarch Youtan asked curiously.

"Ice cream," Zhenyan replied, "a kind of dairy product... Ah, you should be able to eat it?"

"Of course, even if I really become a ghost, it's fine to eat." Patriarch Youtan replied.

Regardless of her appearance, she is quite energetic.

Patriarch Youtan picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of what Zhenyan called ice cream along with the tea, and put it into his mouth(?).

"good to eat!"

[Ice Attribute Immortal Art +999]

She praised frankly, but she didn't have the bad habits of Mrs. Wenxian who didn't know she was drinking tea and performing.

Mrs. Wenxian was not in the mood to drink tea.

She only picked up the tea bowl, touched the rim of the cup slightly with her mouth, and asked eagerly:

"So, Patriarch, now that the situation has become like this, what can you do?"

"Mr. Yan Zhen seems to be able to make good tea too!" Patriarch Youtan continued to Zhenyan, "I wonder if you are interested in participating in the tea fighting competition?"

"Grandfather?!"

"A tea fight?"

Mrs. Wenxian and Zhenyan asked at the same time.

Only then did Patriarch Youtan explain: "I originally wanted Wenxian to do it...

At present, Mei Club is managed by me. According to the rules of Mei Club, since I am 'dead', Mei Club should elect a new manager. Besides, there will be a fairy art competition after a while, and a team leader is needed, so a battle must be held. Tea game.

I had hoped Wenxian would host it.

Using this excuse to lure those guys here, I naturally have a way to take care of them!But unexpectedly, even Wenxian was wanted.

Now it seems that I can only ask Mr. Yan Zhen to save people to the end! "

Patriarch Youtan looked at Zhenyan and said, "Of course, we won't let your hard work be in vain! As long as you are willing to help, no matter if it succeeds or not, we are willing to hand over the inheritance of Meishe to you!"

"...But, I don't know how to fight tea?" Zhenyan said.

Zhenyan is very confident in making tea, but has no idea about the legendary "fighting tea".

Besides, he didn't have time.

The Spirit Gathering Formation has not been repaired yet, he has many things to do, and he has no time to meddle in other people's affairs.

But Patriarch Youtan obviously thought it was Zhenyan's evasion.

She asked: "Even if our inheritance can bring Lingxiao Temple up from the bottom of the sea, don't you want it?"

It is also because of this that people have taken a fancy to it!

"That is definitely the magic weapon of the real fairy!"

At the same time, at the Zhengdao League headquarters, someone was looking at the hole in the south of the sky and said.

The man was wearing the "school uniform" of the Lingxiao Palace, and his face was full of promises: "Nangongqin is only in the Mahayana period, how could he have such a cultivation level! He must have taken our inheritance from the Lingxiao Palace!"

"You mean, Lingxiao Temple must have a similar magic weapon?"

"Of course! Our Lingxiao Temple is the sect with the longest history, and we have so many real immortal treasures!" The man said passionately: "As long as the Zhengdaomeng help us salvage the main hall and bury it properly, I can give you any treasures inside!"

"Hehe, how could our Zhengdao League covet that magic weapon... But don't worry, the salvage plan has already taken shape. There is a sect's inheritance that is just right for salvaging Lingxiao Palace!"

"Of course they are happy to cooperate!"

"After all, they are all female cultivators, so it's easy to be obedient."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 1 star track;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Absolute 50 bottles; Autumn Crane Dance Moon 10 bottles; Sui Ye, One Woman 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! (*￣3)(ε￣*)