Notes on building a city in the immortal world

Heart of Chaos is indeed difficult to deal with.

It is indeed the heart of an ancient ferocious beast. Even if two big bosses drew the runes for a day, they did not seal it successfully, and judging from the progress, it would take at least ten days and a half a month.

However, the Dao of Reincarnation has no concept of time.

There is no day and night here, and no seasonal climate change, only the mist that never changes.

In this kind of environment, Wu Qian would rather have something that he can concentrate on, so that he can study it forever.

Like the runes on the newly acquired Thunder Orbs are interesting.

It gave Wu Qian another way of thinking.

When Wu Qian wrote runes, he focused on simplicity and rhythm, like poetry.

This is also the habit of all Talismans.

After all, it takes a lot of spiritual power to write a rune, and for every cultivator, spiritual power is a scarce resource, so rune cultivation can exert as much power as possible with as few runes as possible, so in After many years of inheritance and summarization, the format of the spell has gradually stabilized, from the initial four words to the later seven words.

But the runes in the Thunderball didn't follow the format at all.

The maker of the Thunder Bead wrote down his requirements for this artifact in nearly tedious and repetitive runes, and then forcibly carved it on a huge amount of lightning, condensing it into this bead.

If an ordinary rune cultivator sees this work, he will definitely feel that the other party is rude and barbaric, and he doesn't understand runes at all.

Wu Qian has passed this period.

For the boss who has already "ascended", he has not had the problem of lack of spiritual power for a long time. It is better to say that he has too much spiritual power, but there is nowhere to use it. The tone is entangled in the format of the style, how to use it is the best important.

Of course, this method of application is also very tiring and true.

Even Wu Qian, after writing hundreds of runes, felt hollowed out.

At this time, Wu Qian smelled a sweet smell.

The aroma of food.

Wu Qian couldn't help feeling that his stomach, which he didn't know existed, seemed to feel empty.

"Is it time for supper?" said the voice.

"Ah, dinner...wait a minute, who are you?!"

Only then did Wu Qian react.

He looked in horror at the child in front of him who had been discussing the runes with him for a day, and the young man who made the fragrance in the distance.

Of course, no matter how concentrated you are, there is a limit. Wu Qian had already seen the two of them.

But Wu Qian thought it was an illusion.

He stayed alone for too long, and when he was really lonely, he would not only talk to himself, but also have spiritual power to create some phantoms to talk to himself.

So today when he saw a child discussing runes with him in a decent manner, he subconsciously thought that this was another phantom created by himself.

But those phantoms are false after all.

Wu Qian was still deceived by the phantom he created at the beginning, but after a long time, he found that the phantom would not say anything beyond his cognition, so he was never deceived again—although he was willing to be deceived .

The two "phantoms" are different.

The "child" in front of him is extraordinarily powerful. In terms of spiritual power and consciousness, he is even on par with him... No, maybe stronger than him. Calm down and think about it, many runes just now surpassed his knowledge level.

It is impossible for Wu Qian to build an existence stronger than himself.

And the young man next to him was even more bizarre.

Wu Qian hadn't sensed the smell of food for many years.

Wu Qian chose to become a "ghost cultivator" because he had no interest in physical desires. He was still young at that time, and he didn't know how boring the long and empty days were. He devoted himself to the study of runes, even He felt that it was a waste of time to eat and sleep playing Doudou, so he gave up his body and took the initiative to become a ghost cultivator.

Wu Qian can even proudly say that he has never longed for "eating".

The last time Wu Qian ate was thousands of years ago.

Therefore, even his phantom can only produce a limited number of foods, and they will not have any taste. Of course, it is impossible to produce foods that he has never seen before like that young man, and they are so tempting!

Wu Qian stepped back several steps immediately.

Like all autistic nerds, he has severe social phobia.

——The group of monks before are not considered "human beings".In Wu Qian's concept, the creatures that couldn't affect him were probably similar to fluffy chickens, and at most they left some chicken feces in his house.

Wu Qian stared at the two people in front of him, and asked vigilantly:

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

"I'm……"

Nangong Qin opened her mouth and tilted her head, but she couldn't sum up the words.

He roughly understood that this person was the maker of the skeleton that Zhenyan got, but he couldn't say directly: "We came here to rob the other skeletons you made."

Nangongqin just lacked common sense and was not a fool.

And he didn't want to do anything to this person.

Just like Wu Qian thought that Nangong Qin and Nangong Zhenyan could talk to him as "human beings", so did Nangong Qin.

Nangongqin can say without any psychological burden to kill the dragons in the East China Sea or the monks in the Great Wilderness to give Zhenyan Refining Weapons, because he has long stopped thinking that those things are objects that he can talk to, so it is like killing a human being. Like cattle, Nangong Qin is just an "ordinary" hunting material.

And Wu Qian's knowledge of rune refining was enough for Nangong Qin to treat him as a human being.

Appearance is not very important.

Ke Yan'er wants the skeleton refined by the other party, so he probably can't be friends, right?

Nangong Qin hesitated for three seconds, and the lines in his mind finally jumped from "Hello, let's exchange experience in refining weapons" to "Hand over everything on your body!".

Fortunately, before Nangong Qin opened his mouth to rob, Nangong Zhenyan spoke first.

"Hello, senior, I was the one who entered by mistake a few days ago, and I think I owe you an apology."

Zhenyan shook the storage bag, and decisively handed over the "stolen goods".

"I thought the Heart of Chaos was an ownerless thing, and I wanted to capture it ignorantly, but I accidentally took your creation away," Zhenyan said, walking behind Nangongqin, "It's still my guardian said This is a very great magic weapon, and I came back here only when I knew it had an owner."

Zhenyan paused after saying this: "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you."

Wu Qian looked at him strangely: "You came here to return the skeleton to me?"

According to the "tradition" of the world of cultivating immortals, Wu Qian didn't think that there were such people who "couldn't pick up money".

Even if it was really a misunderstanding, what the cultivators thought of was definitely not to return something and apologize, but to use other more complicated procedures to end the cause and effect: for example, find a way to kill Wu Qian, or find a way to make up for Wu Qian, or even Find out Wu Qian's bloodline and apologize indirectly, in short, people don't know what they want to do in the end.

Of course Zhenyan had other ideas.

"To express my apologies, let's have dinner together!" Zhenyan said.

He gestured to the table beside him.

To be honest, Zhenyan really waited for a long time today.

The time for the two bosses to study the runes was enough for Zhenyan to take out the table and chairs oven that he carried with him after making the ice cream, bake a cake, set up all the tableware, and even put a vase in the middle of the dining table.

So near the bloody Chaos Heart, there was a round dining table strangely, covered with a white tablecloth, with vases and cakes on it, like a tea party at three o'clock in the afternoon.

The style is totally wrong.

Wu Qian couldn't say "no" to Zhenyan's sincere attitude.

What's more, since Zhenyan apologized, Nangongqin narrowed his eyes slightly, and arc lights kept flashing around him, with an expression of "My children have apologized, what do you want?"

Wu Qian is decisive...

Persuaded!

Wu Qian is not the kind of person who will be deceived by appearance.

Although Nangongqin looks like a child now, through the arc light around Nangongqin, Wu Qian recognized that the other party should be the maker of the Thunder Bead. Recalling the other party's neat movements when writing runes, Wu Qian can be sure that the other party is better than himself. .

One can beat him ten times.

So even though Wu Qian hadn't eaten properly for thousands of years, he still obediently came to the dining table.

Moreover, it smells really good!

For the first time, Wu Qian had a little expectation for food.

"Please sit down." Nangong Qin nodded politely.

He didn't know why Zhenyan changed his mind, but it was a good thing that he didn't have to fight with the other party.

Nangong Zhenyan smiled and began to distribute the tableware.

While Wu Qian was waiting for Zhenyan to finish, he looked at Nangongqin curiously.

According to Zhenyan, it was Nangongqin who brought him to apologize, that is, the parents who brought their children to apologize.

Although there seemed to be a problem with his attitude, Wu Qian still felt that the other party was good.

Besides, those who know runes are good people.

Wu Qian hadn't seen an existence equal to him for thousands of years, so he was very happy to calm down.

"Are you Nangong Qin?" Wu Qian confirmed, and handed half a thunder bead to the other party, "The maker of this thunder bead?"

"...? No, I don't remember making this kind of thing." Nangong Qin replied.

He took the thunderball from Wu Qian and watched the cyan arc explode.

Nangong Qin's expression became even more strange: "Although this spiritual power is mine."

"The signature on the rune inside is also yours. If you think about it carefully, maybe you made this thing occasionally, and you might not remember it after a long time." Wu Qian didn't think he would admit his mistake, "Besides, throw this The guy from Leizhu is the blood of your family."

Hearing this sentence, the two members of the Nangong family showed surprised expressions.

Zhenyan's knife even scratched directly on the white porcelain plate, making a loud noise.

Isn't the Nangong family destroyed?

Nangong Qin also said firmly: "Impossible!"

"Haha, you really have a grudge! When that kid dropped this thunder bead, I felt that he had malicious intentions and wanted to borrow a knife to kill people." Wu Qian smiled, but didn't care.

In his opinion, since Nangongqin has a higher level of cultivation than him, he must also be an old monster.

For people like them, it is completely understandable to forget a relative or two.

As for the reasons for turning against each other even though they are relatives, there are more reasons.

Wu Qian has been in the reincarnation for so many years, read all kinds of grievances, all kinds of love and hatred can fill a book in an instant.

So Wu Qian proudly said: "I'm a ghost cultivator, and I can't be mistaken when looking at the soul! The kid who left Leizhu is definitely your relative within six generations!"

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