I heard from the older generation that before the Shatuo Split Sky Tree withered, the world was originally bright.
At that time, most of the cultivators who entered Taoism could break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and even the grand event of drawing thunder in the nine heavens during the tribulation stage was also recorded in the literature.
Nan Fuguang has never seen the grand event of great power overcoming tribulations, nor has he seen many masters in the Nascent Soul stage. When she was born, the Shatuo Split Sky Tree that always hung high above her head was withered. Of course, day and night rotated as usual, but Old people often say that the world has fallen into eternal dusk——
What's the difference?
Nan Fuguang once asked her mother this. In her memory, her mother just smiled, rubbed the top of her head gently, and said nothing. Later, Nan Fuguang found out. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but that she really couldn't help it in that scene. Say it.
——After the bloody dusk era, many great powers who were originally promising died due to body explosions during the breakthrough.
Human beings exploded with a "pop" like an inflated balloon due to the power within their bodies, and blood and broken flesh filled the cave mansion where they meditated and practiced day and night.
From then on, this phenomenon became common. Since even the advancement from the Qi Refining Stage to the Foundation Establishment Stage has become a kind of tribulation, most people have stayed in the Qi Refining Stage, as if being willing to break through has become a brave thing. .
"The Shatuo Split Sky Tree" records that when the dawn sun and the constant moon and stars both come to the world of cultivating immortals and entering Taoism, the withered Shatuo Split Sky Tree will be revived, and this terrible phenomenon that has lasted for thousands of years will stop——
"We are waiting for the divine phoenix and the real dragon to be revived with the help of those who are cultivating immortals and becoming Taoists" is a concept that Nan Fuguang has heard since he was a child. People are looking forward to the rise of the Dawn Sun, and the moon and stars will shine again one day.
She had also imagined that one day, like everyone else, she would stand under the branches of the Shatuo Cracked Sky Tree, looking up and happily seeing new buds sprouting from the purified and reborn sacred tree——
On that day, those who cultivate immortality and become Taoists will break through the status quo and enter a new civilized order, and ordinary mortals will get a better life under their leadership.
Until this day seems to be really coming.
Nan Fuguang suddenly realized that she had never thought that the resurrection of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree could actually be related to her...
She is an inconspicuous co-worker in the Three Realms and Six Paths, and her life seems to be about to change drastically——
When the wheel of fate rumbled forward, she became the number one cannon fodder crushed under the wheel.
……
How to be cannon fodder?
Specifically, when the first eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect patted the ashes on her body and walked out of the ruins of the Bone Bone Pavilion, she received countless mean looks like "Your father doesn't want you now that he has a younger brother/sister." .
How could a person wander around the world without getting stabbed? There were always some in the sect who formed cliques and couldn't deal with her. It was hard not to rejoice in her misfortune sincerely.
"Sister Fuguang, is that a divine phoenix?"
When she walked out, there were many people standing in front of the Bone Bone Pavilion. They were basically ordinary inner disciples who were not qualified to enter the cabinet to watch. When Nan Fuguang passed by them, they made way for her——
Perhaps her expression was too dazed, which made people think there was an opportunity. A guy wearing Medicine Pavilion clothes wanted to push her, but before he could touch her shoulder, he was stopped by another person from the Weapon Refining Pavilion. .
"What, do you want to rebel?" That junior sister was also a stranger, "Are the people in the Medicine Pavilion so shameless? Just now, you just shouted thank you like a pug, senior sister? Yesterday, you were gearing up for the immortal weapons and magic weapons in the Jingtan. Remember, if you are not Senior Sister Fuguang, you will only get scraps from it in this life!”
The Medicine Pavilion disciple smiled, muttered "just kidding" and retracted his hand.
But the various gazes did not disappear. They seemed to turn into ghost faces without noses and eyes, grinning and making mocking sounds at her.
...so annoying.
"It's not time to beat up the drowned dog yet, please bear with me for your hard work."
she sneered.
Like a toothy puppy, ready to bite off the neck of a lucky spectator at random.
Ignoring Taotao calling her from behind, Nan Fuguang jumped onto the green light sword and stood on the floating sword in mid-air. She turned around and glanced behind her. The Bone Bone Pavilion was in chaos, and people were surrounding Lu Sang and Lu Sang in layers. Have a good feast.
Yunshang Xianzun lowered his head and said something to Lu Sang, who was leaning on him. Soon Nan Fuguang's sight was blocked by others, and she could only see a corner of the former's burnt Taoist robe.
Yan Ji'an was so busy that he didn't even notice that Nan Fuguang had left.
So Nan Fuguang walked away without looking back.
Returning to his cave, he tidied up without stopping, stuffed the things he needed into the Qiankun bag on his waist, and Nan Fuguang went down the mountain.
……
No matter what earth-shattering events happened today in the Yuntian Sect hidden high in the mountains, the mortal world below the mountains seemed to have no reaction to it.
Their lives are the same as usual.
The mortal world is located under the world of immortality. Compared with the world of immortality that is shrouded in spiritual energy and fairy mist, they have less protection. The dead branches of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree look clearer in the sky than in the world of immortality.
In midsummer, dry tree trunks and branches cannot provide any shading effect. The sun shines directly on the earth, and the temperature rises. People walking on the ground feel like they are being roasted on a fireplace.
There were a lot of people on the street, and the few people there were in a hurry.
According to some ancient records, when the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree was still there, the mortal world was the place with the most distinct four seasons. Later, the tree withered and seemed to have taken away the soul of the world. In addition to the hot summer and cold winter, what was left was even more helpless. Enduring sandstorms.
According to the description of the author of the ancient book that Nan Fuguang had read, the Shatuo Cracking Tree withered at the end of winter. On that day, he witnessed with his own eyes the thawed river water freezing again, the waves rolling up thousands of layers, and the white waves freezing. Freeze, he never waited for the peach tree in front of his house to bloom with spring flowers.
For the time being, the world of cultivating immortals can still rely on spiritual energy to support them, and they can see ordinary trees growing normally. What is left to young people in the world of mortals is this world that is black and white, and seems to have been dead for many years.
Stepping into a somewhat familiar street, there were not many open shops, and the few shops that were open were also shrouded in the boring cicada cries. There was no breath of wind, and everything was lifeless——
Maybe the weather is too hot. Except for Zhizhi, no mortal can cope with this bitter summer.
...Neither can those who cultivate immortality and become Taoists.
After not walking far, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. Nan Fuguang performed a Cold Body Technique and quickened his pace——
On the roadside, the bosses were sitting or standing in the shops. They were all staring blankly, until they saw Nan Fuguang, who was wearing the robe of Yuntian Sect, they unconsciously raised their necks, and there was a trace of excitement in their eyes. Period wing.
He looks like he wants to get involved in selling but doesn't dare.
Until she passed by a bookstore, the boss stepped forward and approached: "This fairy sister, please stay!"
Nan Fuguang was startled.
The other party was too close, so she subconsciously made a defensive posture, but quickly relaxed.
The bookstore owner seemed to be aware of the estrangement between the immortal cultivators and Taoists, but he just paused awkwardly, then rubbed his hands and finished his sentence: "Do you want the latest story book, "The Overbearing Immortal Lord Depends on Me"? ? Eighteen bans, substitute literature, wife chasing crematorium, it’s so trendy! ”
Nan Fuguang thought with an expressionless expression on his face that you are really good at jumping on people's tricks and dancing. Sister Fairy, I and his grandmother are the substitutes. Unfortunately, there may not be a crematorium for chasing wives that everyone likes to see.
While being honest, she took the book away from his hand. After thinking for a while, she asked: "Do you know that something big happened in Yuntian Sect today?"
The boss asked back: "Are you saying that there will be a beam of light rising into the sky in the morning? They said it might be the arrival of great auspiciousness."
Nan Fuguang: "Yes."
Nan Fuguang waited for his boss to react a little differently, but he didn't. He nodded perfunctorily, muttered, "So what, the weather won't be a little cooler," and pointed to the book in Fuguang's hand. : "Five copper plates."
There was no intention of asking what happened.
It seems that to him, five copper coins are more important than the birth of the divine phoenix.
Nan Fuguang took out the money, and the boss stuffed the book into the Qiankun bag on his waist with admiration and fascination.
"When I have money, I will also buy a Qiankun bag," the bookstore owner said, "so that I don't have to drag the cart many times to purchase goods in the future!"
A Qiankun bag is not expensive, can it still be a dream? Is it because there is so much piracy these days that it is hard to make money from literary creation?
As Nan Fuguang finished speaking, he thought again, the biggest problem is that things from the world of immortality generally do not leak out——
A Qiankun Bag only requires a few medium-grade blue spirit stones (approximately equivalent to one silver ingot when converted one to one), and it may cost an ingot of gold to be placed in the mortal world...
And you have to buy it secretly from the black market.
Sometimes Nan Fuguang feels that the idea of letting "cultivation practitioners lead progress" is like a joke. After all, the world of immortality is not willing to share even the most basic things.
Nan Fuguang closed his mouth and smiled at the bookstore owner. He did not continue to discuss the auspicious birth with him and turned around to enter the rare treasure pavilion next to him.
……
The cabinet doors on both sides stand tall, and are densely packed with small compartments like medicine shop cabinets. The mysterious small compartments are all locked by individual locks. Occasionally, there are a few compartments separated by transparent glass containing some unclean sea. The imported goods obtained there serve as a display.
The store is dark, and compared to other stores that are already listless, the inside of the Treasure Pavilion is eerily quiet. The boss was sitting behind the counter in plain gray clothes. His hair was tied up with a silver hairpin, and his head was just a little bit close to snoring.
——The Qizhenbao Pavilion is the largest black market distribution point stationed at the foot of Yuntianzong Mountain.
The senior elders of the Yuntian Sect may not be aware of this, but the disciples of this sect occasionally exchange some things for money to make extra money, which can make them less complain about the sect's search, so most of the time, the Yuntian Sect opens its eyes to this store. Close one eye.
Nan Fuguang is the largest supplier of Qizhenbao Pavilion.
She tapped her fingers slightly on the countertop, which had a thin layer of dust on it. The soft tapping sound made the young woman behind the counter make a nasal sound of "hum" and then she sat up straight in sleep, her eyes widened in confusion, and her face was filled with confusion. Leaving the red mark pressed by the hand: "Who! Me! What to do!"
Nan Fuguang couldn't laugh or cry: "Me."
After the Yinchai woman's face was blank for a few seconds, her eyes finally focused, and she saw clearly the person standing behind the counter with his chin raised like a little peacock. Bright anger bloomed on his face: "Riri!"
Nan Fuguang gave her a smile, took out a few handmade wind chimes from the Qiankun bag and put them on the counter. He shook them roughly and pushed them to the people behind the counter.
She didn't even have time to say anything or make an introduction, and the next second her face was held in a hug——
Anyway, the person who was originally sitting behind the counter now looked like a snake, with half of his body leaning out. His soft and warm fingers held Nan Fuguang's face and forced her to raise her head slightly, enveloped by the scent of honey and flowers. Got her.
"Are you not happy today?" The speaker's light brown eyes looked deeply at her, "Why?"
Nan Fuguang was not very close to ordinary people, but he didn't make a fuss, as if he was seriously ill after being touched. He grabbed the woman's slender wrist, pulled it away from left to right, and freed his face: "'Yes'."
"The senior sister of Yuntian Sect, every time she comes to my store, she always comes to sell some contraband because she is unhappy." The woman winked at her, "What did you bring this time?"
The female proprietress of the Qizhenbao Pavilion is named Wu Qiong. She has been doing business with Nan Fuguang, a centenarian young man in the world of immortality, since his father's generation——
But obviously, she was the only one who liked to touch Nan Fuguang.
"Dream Catcher, also known as 'I don't get rich until I wake up from my dream.'" Nan Fuguang flicked the bell on the wind chime, "Last time you told me that many scholars in the world have recently said that they have had strange dreams, and they said in their dreams If they record the earth-shattering things about Shatuo's splitting of the empty tree, they can write a good article and become famous..."
"The last time I had a dream, I thought I had a great idea that would make me rich right when I woke up. I struggled to get up in the middle of the night and recorded it before falling back to sleep. The next day I saw what I had written on the paper: : Deseed the kiwi fruit and squeeze the juice to make the most delicious juice in the world. ”
"..."
"Don't believe a word of the farts of ordinary scholars."
As I said this, I still carefully looked through the books like ‘I will only get rich when I wake up from my dream’——
The grades of the talismans are usually sorted according to white, green, blue, red, purple and gold. The top medium blue dream talisman and the lower green recording talisman were painted by Nan Fuguang himself. The appearance of the wind chimes is what is found on the eaves of the Yuntian Sect disciples. Hang a requiem wind chime.
Combining them with an imaging mirror, it becomes something that can read people's dreams.
Having a rough idea of the pricing for this thing, Wu Qiong added: "You can always come up with such interesting things. Last time, the continuous Mo Langhao was sold out. If you can get a Yuntian Sect seal on it, …”
"I will never go down the mountain again."
When I heard the words, my eyelashes trembled. I raised my eyelids and took a look. From just now, I was smiling but my face was actually full of smiles
Melancholy is the fairy sister: "So, what is the reason for this time?"
The conversation changed.
Nan Fuguang knew what she was asking.
Holding one hand on the counter, she was silent for a moment. In a chatty tone, she wrote as casually as possible: "Yan Ji'an picked up a little girl a few days ago. The Bone Bone Pavilion just confirmed it today. She seems to be the reincarnation of the divine phoenix. .”
"False." I pointed to the sunny sky outside, "Can't you see how hot it is today? The trees are still withered in the sand."
Compared to those in the Yuntian Sect, who were startled as if the sky had fallen, like the bookstore owner, she also had the look on her face that a mortal should have, and was very indifferent to the matter of "the coming of the divine phoenix into the world" (and it was very indifferent) Peace of mind).
"Maybe it doesn't take root that quickly." Nan Fuguang said irritably.
"Then, um... the bookstore next door has a new copy of "The Overbearing Immortal Lord Depends on Me". Do you want to buy it and preview the next plot?"
"...What's the content?"
"The Immortal Lord emptied the substitute's sea of consciousness to replenish the body of the half-dead Bai Yueguang?"
"..."
So bloody?
With a complex expression, Nan Fuguang covered his Dantian, feeling that it was aching.
Wu Qiong put away the wind chimes, turned around, and looked at Nan Fuguang's pale face across the counter.
"Looking at how bad you are, let me take you to eat something good - I will buy some food, will you come?"
"?"
Nan Fuguang asked blankly.
"What to buy?"
……
Buy pork.
The girls with bamboo baskets in their hands were shy and tiptoed to look at the front of the team. They were in small groups, pushing and teasing. They wore white gauze hats to protect the sun. Nan Fuguang, a cultivator and Taoist who was stiff and mixed in, became an alien. .
There is no one on the commercial street, probably not because the weather is too hot but because people have gathered here. I never thought that the market can also be described as "a sea of people". The queue in front of me is longer than Nan Fuguang's life. .
At the end of the queue is a pork stall.
A rotten wooden sign that was about to fall was hung above the stall, which read "Fresh Wild Boar". Under the sign, the hand raised the knife and a silver light flashed, and there was a loud "snap", and the tree-stump-shaped chopping board jumped like a frightened fish. When he got up, the dazzling red and white pig leg was split into two parts with meat foam splashing.
The hand holding the butcher's knife is strong and strong, with bronze skin and blue blood vessels on the back of the hand that bulge with tension.
The man's casually trimmed short hair just covered his neck, as it was wet with sweat and seemed to be emitting heat.
His upper body was bare, and under the sun, sweat rolled down his muscle lines amidst the screams of the girls. His broad shoulders made his waist as thin as a handsome male dog.
A large piece of fresh pork fell into the lotus leaf.
"Shisan Wen, thank you for your patronage."
With a low voice and a slight hoarseness, the man leaned half of his body out of the pork shop and handed the tied lotus leaves out of the stall.
His small movement allowed people outside the stall to see clearly his washed and faded black cotton and linen pants. Behind the casually tied belt, his tight muscles moved with the movement.
The sharp butcher's knife fell on the chopping board, and he raised his hand to casually wipe the sweat from the tip of his straight nose.
Nan Fuguang's eyes also fell on his white belt.
And then there is.
Well.
……………………………… It’s a big bag.
"Isn't this situation greater than the branch sprouting from a tree that splits the sky in the sand?"
"..."
"Why don't you say anything, Sister Fairy?"
"What are you talking about? In the declining world, you are so morally corrupt and putting the cart before the horse with ulterior motives——"
"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me whether it looks good or not?"
"Isn't this street used for shopping?"
"Why, you resist going to scenic spots to buy food?"
"..."
(End of chapter)
The author said: Riri: Where is Wang Fa! Where are the law enforcement officers at "Kingfisher's Nest"! Where are my eyes (eight-pack abs)! I report someone here selling goods on the sidelines!
There are also red envelopes today, woo woo woo, please say something. I have to see if you are chatting with me after a while