With a tap of the sheep's hooves, the sheep and the cart took off again, flying past several row houses before falling back onto the dirt road.
Everyone looked back and saw that the house was intact, with only one tile being kicked out.
This was the first time I saw a sheep cart that could fly over walls and walls. The talent of these big sheep in controlling the wind was truly remarkable.
Even the black-armored soldiers thought it was an eye-opener, and the civilians in the town even knelt down on the ground. Things were rolling around on the ground without picking them up. They just bowed in the direction of the sheep cart and recited the wind god's poem loudly.
Name.
The sheep cart was driving so fast that He Lingchuan could still hear the cry of "Master Xianye" coming from behind, so he asked Lu Jing: "Don't you go down the mountain often?"
Immortals have to live high in the clouds. If the disciples of the Fantasy Sect often come down the mountain so that mortals can always see them, is there still a sense of mystery?
Lu Jing immediately said: "Cultivation is difficult, and the sect does not allow disciples to go down the mountain privately. There are dedicated people in charge of purchasing and contacting the people."
This sheep cart was so fast that it almost ran out of the Phantom. It was far away from the town and heading towards Shilong Mountain in two and a half seconds.
If you look down from a high place, three-fifths of the area of Yinzhu Island belongs to the Shilong Mountain Range. From a distance, the mountains look like a screen, especially the main peak, Shilong Peak, which rises to the sky. Halfway up the mountain is hidden in the clouds and mist, which is very spectacular.
The Yingtai sheep cart also passed through the special road of the Wind Temple, but did not stop. Everyone could only feel that the temple was built in a very grand manner and covered a large area, and then entered the Shilong Mountains.
No one noticed that there was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old on the edge of the mountain road who raised his head when he heard the sound and stared directly at the sheep cart.
He looked at the big sheep pulling the cart and also saw the people in the cart.
Of course, the sheep cart passed by as fast as a white horse, and disappeared from his sight after only three or five breaths.
After going up the mountain, Yingtai is even more useful. When running, the real scenes on both sides turn into dotted lines, especially flying over cliffs and over streams as if walking on flat ground. Several times, he even stepped on the cliffs and ran parallel to the ground, carrying sheep and carts.
No one can fall down.
The fly in the ointment is that this car makes people dizzy when flying over the walls, and it is easy to fall to the waist when standing unsteadily, which reminds He Lingchuan of the roller coaster he rode in his previous life.
Everyone consciously stayed away from Aunt Zhu. If she accidentally fell on her, she would be riddled with holes and her whole body would be covered in blood.
Lu Jing just said that Yingtai could fly by the wind, why can't he fly now? Oh, I guess it's probably because the concentration of spiritual energy in the Cave Heaven Paradise has dropped significantly in the past six months or so, and they were forced to slow down on land.
This shows how quickly the spiritual energy here is consumed.
He Lingchuan originally suspected that Master Qianhuan had left the Disorienting Sea, but from this point of view, this worry was completely unnecessary.
Besides this kind of ancient true immortal, who can absorb the spiritual energy of the Paradise Paradise?
Entering the Shilong Mountains, there are no pilgrims on the roadside. Instead, there are all kinds of rare birds and animals. For example, there is an owl with black spots on a white background sitting on a tree branch on the roadside, and there are two small antennas on its forehead.
But when it turned its head 180 degrees, everyone discovered that it had a human face!
Human-faced owl.
The Yingtai car galloped in the valley and almost ran into a group of spiritual deer. These deer were taller than ordinary horses, as pure white as snow, and even glowed with a hazy white light in the gradually darkening valley, looking particularly holy.
The further you go up the mountain, the richer the spiritual energy becomes.
There is even a thick blue mist floating in the air——
This was the first time even He Lingchuan saw the atomized spiritual energy!
Even if everyone has experienced the baptism of the Emperor's Ouyang in the outside world not long ago, if they take a few more deep breaths at this time, they will still have the feeling of being intoxicated with oxygen!
"The aura on this mountain is so rich!" Dong Rui was surprised, "It's at least six or seven times more powerful than at the bottom of the mountain!"
Compared with the world four months ago, the aura of Yinzhu Island is already a world away.
However, the aura on Shilong Peak is five to seven times richer than that on Yinzhu Island!
He Lingchuan knew that this was probably because the spiritual energy absorbed by the spirit gathering array was concentrated on Shilong Peak. Yinzhu Island only picked up a little leakage and drank a sip of soup, and the spiritual energy was richer than the outside world.
He took a deep breath, feeling his chest and lungs relaxed and his body becoming lighter.
Do these immortals really know how to enjoy happiness? They hide in caves and heavens and form a unified world. They spend their peaceful years and care about the rise and fall of the human world.
The poverty and poverty of all living beings in the Shining Gold Plain? Haha, I can’t see it, I can’t see it at all.
He Lingchuan held the car board. If this was an ordinary car, he would have left a few fingerprints on it.
Lu Jing shook his head and said: "It has become much weaker than before. You are from outside, do you know what happened?"
Dong Rui looked confused and asked, "Ah? What's going on outside?"
Hehe, isn't it because the Tiangang Formation has been broken, and these turtles can no longer absorb the spiritual energy from the outside world?
Lu Jing said no more.
Even though these people are from Lingshan, they are members of Qianhuan Zhenxian's sect, so they don't need to be obedient, let alone answer all questions.
Dong Rui asked again: "If we go up the mountain now, can we see Qianhuan Zhenren himself?"
Lu Jing shook his head: "The Immortal is in retreat. For details, you have to ask Master Xiao."
He answered very cautiously. After all, after these people went up the mountain, they would also know that the Immortal Lord was in retreat. Saying this by himself was not a leak. But after He Lingchuan heard this, he looked at each other and Aunt Zhu, and thought that it was true.
Something happened to Qian Huan.
It was only a suspicion before, but now it can be confirmed.
Before they entered the storm circle, they reviewed the key points. There was something strange before and after Qianhuan's retreat. He retreated early and refused to come out. He Lingchuan also considered whether Qianhuan was seriously injured and never recovered.
But Aunt Zhu believes that this possibility is extremely small. If a great immortal of the level of Qianhuan Zhenren cannot repair his injuries after more than 150 years of seclusion, it may only be the source of damage.
Even if the gods come down to deal with him, unless the main god takes action, it will be difficult for other gods to hurt Qianhuan Zhenren like this. On the other hand, if he wants to seriously injure Qianhuan Zhenren, the main god will have to pay a corresponding price. The most likely result is that both sides will suffer.
The more powerful he is, the less willing he is to take action personally, so Aunt Zhu is more inclined to believe that Master Qian Huan encounters some problems in his practice.
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Wan Qifeng also interjected: "Has Mr. Lu become an immortal through cultivation?"
Lu Jing glanced at him: "Even in the Paradise of Cave Heaven, immortals are not so easy to cultivate."
This means there is no more.
The road ahead became more and more open, huge valleys were turned into fields, and mortal figures appeared again - carrying baskets and hoes, working hard in the fields.
At first glance, this field looked no different from ordinary farmland. It was also green and lush, and the growth was very pleasant. But Wan Qiliang had a keen eye, and while the Yingtai car was speeding, he also spotted two running figures in the field——
A chubby, chubby little baby, about a palm tall, with a green leaf on its head and a few red berries on the leaves.
They almost jumped under the sheep cart and danced.
"Hey, ginseng doll!" Wan Qiliang had only heard of this rare treasure in story books before, but he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes one day. "Is this a fairy field?"
"That's right." Lu Jing asked him, "Is there no more human beings?"
"It's gone long ago." Dong Rui sighed, "The best medicinal field in the world is in Bejia, and it was also cultivated on an intensive and large scale."
No wonder these melons can’t be beaten to death. The welfare here is also too good, right?
Lingguang also watched intently. He saw at a glance that there were many rare medicinal materials in the field. They should have been distributed on the cliffs at high altitudes. They would die if transplanted. It was so noble. Unexpectedly, the immortal planted them here.
Just like growing green onions, they are fat, strong and grow well.
If the sheep cart hadn't been running too fast, it would have wanted to jump off and watch it.
Wan Qiliang couldn't help but said: "I thought Xiantian had a unique planting method, how could it be made by mortals?"
Why don't you use magical powers to irrigate and sow rice seedlings?
Moreover, the density of mortal farmers here is far higher than in the plains.
From a distance, it looks like an ethereal mountain that is difficult to reach, but when you zoom in, you can see that the green fields are filled with busy figures of civilians.
Lu Jing shook his head: "I used to be in charge of the field affairs in Shilong Peak. Alas, the weeds in the fairy field grow faster than the spiritual grass. Some are poisonous, some will strangle the spiritual grass, and some can sprout again without taking root. In the end, we must
Relying on human eyes to identify and human hands to remove, what magical power can do this on its own?"
No tool or magical power can match the dexterity of human hands. Therefore, the work of mortals is a very important part of this system.
Further ahead, there are acres of fruit trees, mulberry fields and workshops, all of which are indispensable for people.
Dong Rui was curious: "It is said that the clothes are seamless. Could it be that the clothes of the immortals are also hand-woven by mortals?"
"If we don't weave by hand, will brocade silk and jade silk automatically weave threads into garments?" Lu Jing said with a smile, "No matter what kind of precious garment, the first seven processes, such as combing and brocade weaving, have to be done by hand, and the subsequent shaping, refining and inlaying are done by hand.
It’s the sect that takes over.”
Rudimentary raw materials and rudimentary craftsmanship all require mortal effort.
"There are still many disciples who do not have the ability to live without food and cannot eat the wind or drink the dew for a long time. Their food, clothing, housing, and transportation also require the support of the entire Yinzhu Island." Lu Jing added, "The labor within the sect is extremely heavy, and only relying on the
How can we do it with so few people?"
Both of them knew that was the case.
He Lingchuan also knew that there was another important reason why Lu Jing avoided mentioning it, and that was cost.
Mortal labor is extremely cheap compared to farming with magical powers. You eat less, work more, and you are obedient, so why not use it?
Precious spiritual power should be used most for practicing fighting and refining weapons to set up formations. Why should it be used for farming?
The foundation of all economic activities is nothing more than cost accounting. Even the superior immortals must calculate this account well.
To put it another way, if the mortals on Silver Pearl Island were of no value to Qian Huan and Huan Zong, their fate would be the most miserable.
No matter in which world, people can survive just because they still have value and are useful to others.
The sheep cart continued to run for several miles, and the fields on both sides of the mountain road became barren. Although you could still see the streets, the weeds had grown very high.