The Establishment and Development of Chunyang Palace in the Realm of Cultivation

There is a majestic human city at the foot of Shiwanda Mountain, which is built according to the remaining veins of Shiwanda Mountain. From the huge main city, row upon row of outer cities, to the smoke of cottages, thousands of hectares of fertile land, across the rushing from Shiwanda Mountain The torrents that flowed out, the Qianshui River, was the huge human activity area as far as the eye could see.

"It's really big." Zheng Haoran looked up at the unreachable city gate, there was a silver hook painted on the iron gate, and the three big characters "Wangshancheng" carried a breathtaking majestic atmosphere.

"Okay, don't look at it." Qi Xian patted Zheng Haoran on the head.

As soon as Zheng Haoran came out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he received an upgrade system prompt without warning. He couldn't move for a while, and even Qi Xian was startled.

This time, he was upgraded to level [-]. Zheng Haoran jumped from level [-] to level [-]. The system made a comparison for him. Zheng Haoran at level [-] is actually equivalent to a monk who has just stepped into foundation building in this world!Halfway through the promotion, Qi Xuan also lamented the suddenness of the opportunity.

Zheng Haoran's promotion didn't happen much, and it didn't take much time. After the end, the two of them didn't waste any more time, and they went to the human city below the [-] mountains in the bright sky.

Wangshan City was built on the [-] mountains. Affected by the terrain, it has become a mountain city with ten steps, one mountain and five steps and one slope. This unique style can be said to be unique in the entire East Dingzhou and even in the five major states of the cultivation world. of.

Moreover, because it is close to the Hundred Thousand Mountains that gave birth to thousands of demon cultivators, rich in product resources, and frequent cultural exchanges, it has been able to develop rapidly after being stabilized in the cultivation world for thousands of years, and has become an upstart in the high-end cities of Dongdingzhou.

"Don't look like a bumpkin, which corner did you live in before?" Qi Xian reminded Zheng Haoran to pay attention to his image for the third time, and repeated again and again. If Zheng Haoran really didn't restrain himself, Qi Xian felt that he would definitely deserted him.It only behaves like this in Wangshan City. If you go to Zhongchengzhou, which has the longest history and the deepest heritage, will you even lose your eyeballs?

This is really not to blame Zheng Haoran. Although he is a good young man in the 21st century, he has seen modern Shanghai, bustling Beijing, the majestic Great Wall, and the solemn Forbidden City. Taking a look at the history of the world, Zheng Haoran also has to say that this world is really damn amazing.

Walking to the outer city of Wangshan City, the cultivator driving the magic weapon of the flying sword flew over the head on the way, leaving streams of light behind. There are pedestrians in the sky, but why not on the ground?Divine steeds lead treasure cars, strange beasts carry monks, and pedestrians of all colors walk on the road where twenty Dongfeng heavy trucks can run side by side.If you look carefully, you can also find that the road is divided into lanes, and even the monks who control the flying magic weapon take a fixed route!

The majestic and unpredictable city wall gave Zheng Haoran a knowing blow to his worldview.The main entrance for vehicles, horses and equipment and large teams, and the side entrance for ordinary pedestrians are in order. When he looked up, Zheng Haoran saw a huge platform protruding outwards at a distance of 800 meters from the two sides of the city gate. The monks who came and went all flew to those two places, Zheng Haoran's mind twitched and he thought of the apron.

Following the flow of people into the outer city, from a distance, looking along the main road in the city, which is not much narrower than the main road outside the city, there are layers of buildings with ups and downs, like rolling mountains. The protruding peak is the heart of Wangshan City, the city lord's mansion in the inner city.Located on a high ground overlooking the entire Wangshan City, the City Lord's Mansion is hidden in the clouds and mist, looming.

A majestic city wall stands resolutely at the end of the main road. Compared with the outer city wall, it is obviously more deterrent and more secure. It circles a territory that symbolizes wealth and power in Wangshan City. inner city.

For such a majestic city, Zheng Haoran could not find a comparable reference in his 27 years of life.The crowds of people on the street; the fleeting aura in mid-air; the spirit plants of monsters and beasts in various shapes.Not far away, the enslaved monsters suddenly soared into the sky; the chef in the butcher shop performed magic tricks in the street, and the rising flames aroused the smell of barbecued meat; Trembling, rain of flowers falling, tender pink petals floating on the shoulders, turning into light and dissipating in an instant...

This is a strange and magnificent world, Zheng Haoran has never felt it so deeply.

"What plans do we have in the future?" Sitting in the teahouse facing the street, Zheng Haoran asked his companion, looking away from his eyes, which he barely had enough of.

"Look for a place to settle down first." Qi Xian picked up a cup of tea, the free tea, although it is not good, but it is not worth drinking.

"Qi Xian, do you have a foothold here?" Zheng Haoran simply poured himself a glass.

"No," Qi Xian dismissed Zheng Haoran's expectation very simply, "I'm just a demon cultivator."

Although Qi Xian has traveled extensively, her life is not very good due to limited conditions.To put it simply, it means being poor.Because of poverty, most of Qi Yuan's travels are in the sky and on the ground, and places with cities are reluctant to part with those little spirit stones, so they won't stay for too long.For that baby catastrophe, Qi Xian emptied his only family fortune. It is rare that a Nascent Soul cultivator is as poor as him.

As poor as he is, how can he have a foothold in Wangshan City, this is not a hundred thousand mountains, if you want anything, fight first, and win it.No, Qi Xian wants to go back when he thinks of how miserable he is, let Patriarch Bai Mei beat him up!

Qi Xian took out a few dusty stones from her pocket, and piled them on the table.

"What is this?" This thing looked dirty, and Zheng Haoran looked a little disgusted.

"What's that expression on your face? You look down on the original stone, don't you? Take out the spirit stone for me if you have the ability!" Qi Xian scolded Zheng Haoran angrily.

"Hey, don't be angry, I really don't know what this is." Zheng Haoran didn't know where he had offended Qi Xian again. This guy is really good, but sometimes his temper is a little weird, but fortunately, he has a lenient heart and doesn't care about it .

"..." Qi Xian kept silent, and looked at Zheng Haoran with the strange eyes of looking at monsters.

"Don't look at me like that, why don't you just explain to me." Zheng Haoran was insensitive to this look.

"You are not an ordinary person without common sense," Qi Xian said angrily to Zheng Haoran, and then pointed to the pile of gray stones on the table and said, "This is the rough stone, the basic currency. The top of the rough stone is the spirit stone, and the spirit stone is divided into pieces." Upper, middle and lower grades, the higher the spirit stone is the fairy stone, the higher the fairy stone is the spiritual source, and the higher the spirit stone, I won’t be able to see it for little monks.” Qi Xian picked up the rough stone on the table and played with it between his fingers.

Not knowing what to do, Zheng Haoran first wrote down the names of these currencies, and then asked: "What is the exchange rate?"

"One high-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred middle-grade spirit stones, one middle-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for one thousand low-grade spirit stones, and one low-grade spirit stone is equivalent to ten rough stones."

The more Zheng Haoran listened, the more hesitant he became. Looking eagerly at the ugly and ugly rough stone in Qi Xian's beautiful hand, he wrenched his fingers in his heart.

"Are we so poor?" Zheng Haoran still hoped that Qi Xian would still have something in his pocket.

"We are that poor." Qi Yuan threw the rough stone casually, just being so willful.

Zheng Haoran hurriedly used his hands to protect the only property they had, one, two...a total of five, a total of half a low-grade spirit stone.

"How about the purchasing power of these?" Zheng Haoran held hope again.

"Look at the menu on the wall." Qi Xian raised her chin behind Zheng Haoran.

Zheng Haoran turned his head, and the wooden boards with the names of various dishes were nailed to the wall. The sign on the top was clearly written with five middle-grade spirit stones. Zheng Haoran's eyes were stabbed, and he looked down quickly. "Yang Ye Honey Dew, two low-grade spirit stones."Not to mention what Yang Ye is, the cheapest tea requires two low-grade spirit stones, and their property is not enough for half a cup.

"Do you have an idea?" Qi Yuan asked.

"Why do I feel black in front of my eyes?" Zheng Haoran covered his face.

"Okay, let's find a place to stay." The waiter looked at his table several times.

"Don't you think the most important thing we should think about is how to earn spirit stones to solve the problem of living expenses?" Zheng Haoran already knew that cultivators in this world don't start their lives early, they only need to absorb wind and drink dew, but they are just like ordinary people. Eat and drink Lazard for three meals a day, but the food is more advanced.

"Of course, but we can find someone first to solve the accommodation problem." Qi Xian smiled brilliantly.

Zheng Haoran was taken aback: "Didn't it mean that you have no foothold?"

"I'm just saying that I have no place to stay, not that I don't have anyone I know."

Zheng Haoran walked the streets and alleys with Qi Xian, feeling that this person is quite reliable when he has something to do.As he walked, Zheng Haoran had no extra thoughts.

"Are you there yet?" In fact, the road is not far and tiring, but the winding streets and complicated routes really make people dizzy.

"Soon." Qi Yuan replied.

Zheng Haoran wiped off his sweat, didn't say anything, and continued walking with the people.Afterwards, there was another journey around, and when Zheng Haoran couldn't help but ask again, a dilapidated house appeared in front of him. The gate of the tung lacquer was mottled and mottled, and the very powerful plaque was also crumbling. The stone head is half destroyed... The house looks quite big, but it is really dilapidated.

"arrive."

"arrive?"

Qi Xian didn't care about Zheng Haoran's doubts, and went straight up, knocking on the rusty door knocker.Dong dong dong, three rhythmic beeps sounded, Qi Xian stopped moving, and waited quietly in front of the door, Zheng Haoran simply stopped asking questions and waited together.

"Who is it?" After a while, an old voice sounded from inside the door.

"One hundred thousand mountains, Qi Yuan, come to visit Feijianmen." Qi Yuan said in a loud voice.

After a while, the old door creaked open a thin crack, and the person inside the door revealed one eye, just one glance, the door was forced to open impatiently, and a figure rushed out from inside, the person excitedly grabbed Qi Xian's hand. hand, the excitement could not be concealed in words.

"Fellow Daoist Qi! After a long separation, we meet again!"