Chapter 288: Spirit Fields Everywhere, Dao Ji Gets Married
The withered-blood Daoji's chest rose and fell slightly, and the anger in her brows rose sharply. She suppressed her anger just by seeing the wedding dress.
Why compete with a shameless hedgehog? There's something wrong with your brain...
Turning around, Withered Blood Dao Ji twisted her waist and walked towards the door.
Qin Yang secretly sighed, it is true that the fist is big.
Since I put on my wedding dress, I have become a person with a big fist, and the atmosphere has become much more harmonious when communicating with others.
Look, a rebellious old woman like Dry Blood Daoji, who loves to go against others, didn't even dare to say that I'm not handsome without her conscience after being choked.
If someone in front of me was crying, the people behind me would naturally go in one after another.
Qin Yang walked at the end, and when he stepped into the door, he touched his head...
All the people who entered here, as long as they are still alive, seem to have not been led here, but why do I always feel something weird...
When I stepped into the door of darkness, my vision went dark, my body seemed to have lost weight, and my consciousness came to a standstill.
The moment he felt down to earth again, Qin Yang suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Since everyone alive has been led here, what about Yan Jingchang?
Why didn't Yan Jingchang come?
Yan Jingchang said before that he was under the Taoist Palace and used the charm and warmth here to nourish his magic.
But the nine-story black tower that is suspected to be Doraemon's pocket will obviously have better things to help Yan Jingchang warm up his magic weapon.
Why wasn't he attracted?
Or is he already dead?
Impossible, this guy is in the transitional stage from being a cute kid for the first time to being a seasoned veteran in the world. He is not weak. He didn't even kill Brother Xie Pants. How could he be dead?
Now that I think about it, I always find it weird.
But for a while I couldn’t figure it out.
The surrounding darkness slowly dissipated, and it was blurry and blurry, just like in the moonless early morning, when the eyes were covered with a veil, only a faint halo of light could be seen, changing in circles.
However, I was the first to smell the astringent aroma of wheat mixed with the aroma of green grass. There was also a rushing sound in my ears, like the sound of waves blowing on the grass. I could also feel the hair swaying with the wind around me, brushing against it from time to time.
his body.
Everything in front of me slowly became clear, from illusion to reality.
I saw endless wheat fields all around. As the breeze blew, waves of green waves undulated. Unripe wheat was densely scattered throughout. Every time the wind blew, the ears of wheat would sway and spread out.
There is a fresh and slightly astringent aroma of wheat.
Qin Yang took a gentle breath, and his eyebrows relaxed a lot. He picked off a bunch of wheat ears and put it in his mouth. A hint of sweetness emerged among the rawness, as well as a ray of mellow and peaceful spiritual power.
Entering his body.
"It seems like it's not an illusion. I haven't matured yet, but my spiritual power is so abundant..."
Qin Yang murmured to himself. At a glance, he could not see the edge of this wheat field.
For ordinary spiritual wheat, it is considered good if one plant produces eighteen grains, but here every plant has produced grains, and each grain is more than twice the size of ordinary spiritual wheat.
This requires more than just a level or two higher than the level of the spiritual field. This spiritual field, according to the level, is at least fifth level.
He leaned down and grabbed a handful of soil. The soil was black in color, so fertile that oil could be squeezed out of it, and there was so much spiritual energy in it that it almost turned into spiritual liquid.
"True luxury, fifth-grade spiritual fields to grow wheat..."
There was no sun, moon or stars above his head, only the skylight that fell from nowhere and spread all over the earth. There was no way to distinguish the north, south, east and west. Qin Yang could only walk straight forward in the direction he was facing.
Entering the first floor of the black tower, it turned out to be a wheat field, which Qin Yang was quite unexpected.
There are no terrifying tomb-suppressing beasts, and there is no death energy filling the world. There is not even a dangerous atmosphere. Instead, it makes people feel refreshed and the distracting thoughts in their hearts have been swept away.
Moreover, those who came in before did not know where they went.
Walking along the wheat field, after an hour, we walked out of the wheat field and turned to a field of jade rice. The growth was also vigorous, and the plants were so perfect that there were no insects or diseases.
Moving forward, various spiritual plants overflowing with spiritual energy are scattered on the earth, as well as various elixirs. The most common and commonly used ginseng is at least three to four hundred years old, and it is just like the ordinary jade rice.
Wheat is generally, one kind is a large piece...
Qin Yang even dug out a purple ginseng plant in a ginseng field that was at least 8,000 years old. The purple ginseng had grown into a human form, but was completely unrecognizable, proving that it was a purple ginseng plant that had no consciousness of birth.
"Is this the medicine garden of Lord Burial Haidao?" Qin Yang only collected some of the oldest elixirs, but most of them didn't move at all.
Because there are too many to collect at all.
Just thinking about the medicinal fields stretching for hundreds of miles makes my scalp numb.
After walking for another day, I saw a trickle of water flowing quietly on the ground. I followed the downstream of the stream and found a river that was only twenty or thirty feet wide.
The river is not deep, and the flow rate is so slow that you can't feel the ups and downs on the river surface. It is like an emerald green jade belt dotted on the earth.
Not long after walking along the river, Qin Yang saw something different.
A relatively new-looking bamboo raft was tied to the shore, and there was a bamboo pole to support the boat, leaning against the crooked neck tree on the shore.
Qin Yang frowned slightly and looked around, but found no other traces.
Since there is a bamboo raft and it has been used for at most three or four years, it means there are other people here.
I saw those spiritual plants that were growing well but no one picked them before. I thought they were planted in the past. The flowers bloomed and fell. Year after year, they turned into weeds in the high-grade spiritual fields.
Worthless things.
Untie the rope, step on the bamboo raft, and let the bamboo raft float down the slow-flowing river without punting it.
The deathly silence on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, with no chirping of insects or birds, was full of life, so intense that it almost overflowed.
Qin Yang stood on the bamboo raft, his expression becoming more and more solemn.
When I first saw this place, it was so pleasing to the eye that all the troubles in my heart seemed to be swept away.
But the further I walked, the weirder I felt. The spiritual field was obviously fertile and there were elixirs everywhere, but why couldn't I find even a living insect?
The water in the river is very clear, and you can see the water plants in the river at a glance, but you can't even find any fish fry.
Qin Yang was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo raft, with his eyelids drooping slightly and lost in thought. The wedding dress was lying on his back, and his head seemed to be resting on his shoulder. With the breeze on the bamboo raft, the water rippled,
It does have some artistic conception.
Following the current, another three days passed in a blink of an eye. The river became wider, the banks became more undulating, and mountains also appeared.
Both sides of the bank were lush and green, with lush vegetation. Qin Yang made up his mind not to punt the boat, and he didn't care about the direction.
Half a day later, when I passed a river fork, I saw that the bamboo raft did not follow the main stream, but turned into a small branch on the side, which was only three or four feet wide.
After walking along the winding river for several hours, I saw that at the end of the river ahead was a cave less than four or five feet high.
The river flow is still slow and shows no signs of accelerating, indicating that it is not flowing into an underground river.
After entering the cave, within a quarter of an hour, a faint halo of light was reflected on the river ahead.
The cave actually has another exit.
After floating out of the cave, there was suddenly something fresh and lively in front of my eyes, which was not like the obviously vibrant but dead silence outside.
On both sides of the river, the flat areas are covered with jade rice, and even on the hillside, there are layers of terraced fields in an orderly manner.
In the distance, smoke curled up from cooking pots, rising into the sky, and a corner of a village could be vaguely seen.
Looking up into the distance, you can still see several fishing boats floating in the river, their wild chants, and the laughter of harvest, floating in the wind.
Qin Yang looked down and saw that there were many fish and shrimps in the river, and they looked extremely plump whether braised or steamed.
"Woof woof woof..."
After floating down for a while, I heard the sound of a dog barking.
There was a thin, black dog on the shore, with only bright yellow paws. There were two bright yellow spots on the black dog's eyes, making it look like the dog had four eyes.
The black dog barked at Qin Yang. After a while, an old farmer came out of the field to take a look.
After seeing Qin Yang, the old farmer with ravaged face and dark skin was suddenly startled. Then he looked at the wedding dress Qin Yang was carrying and quickly smiled and waved to Qin Yang.
Qin Yang glanced at him and saw that he was an ordinary old farmer, his hands were covered with traces of farm work.
But isn't this old farmer's attitude a bit too enthusiastic?
"Excuse me, uncle, where is this place?" Qin Yang asked politely after getting ashore.
"I didn't expect that no one has come to us for many years. Nowadays, a stranger has come, and he is still a young man who is carrying his mother-in-law on his back. Baby, Old Taishan won't let you get married..." The old farmer laughed...
Obviously, he thought Qin Yang was the father-in-law, so he secretly abducted the bride and made her look miserable...
"Ah..." Qin Yang's face was full of embarrassment, how should he answer this?
I said no? Whose bride is she carrying?
"My dear, you came just in time. Our village is also having a wedding today. It's hard for the son of Wang's family to find an aunt. The girl is very beautiful. Come on, let's have a wedding banquet. The whole village is coming.
That old guy Wang Er said he was catching an arowana, but I don't know if he caught it..."
"They must have been caught. When I came here just now, the people who were fishing seemed very happy..." Qin Yang replied casually.
"Hahaha, let's go now, dragon fish. This old guy Wang Er hasn't fished once in many years. Baby, you are in for a treat."
The old farmer enthusiastically led Qin Yang back to the village.
The village was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and tables and tables were lined up in a row, stretching out for hundreds of feet.
When the villagers saw Qin Yang, the old farmer went up to explain.
Therefore, Qin Yang, who was not afraid of his father-in-law and ran away with his bride on his back, inexplicably received a lot of praise...
Qin Yang was confused. Are all the people here so open-minded?
When you meet someone who has eloped, you actually praise him?
If this were a village elsewhere, Qin Yang would never think there was anything wrong.
But here in the Black Tower, what's going on?
But no matter how you look at it, these people are all mortals and have no spiritual power at all.
After being brought to a table by the old farmer, they didn't ask Qin Yang why he didn't put down his wedding dress.
Everything seems normal.
After about an hour, a howl sounded.
"The bride is here."
Gongs and drums were beaten, vocal music sounded, and a group of farmer men in festive red clothes, playing various weird musical instruments, led the way.
There were four big men with rough hands and feet behind, carrying a sedan that had no sense of refinement, all the way to the outside of the farmyard.
A groom dressed in festive clothes and wearing a red flower on his chest walked out of the small courtyard.
This guy has an average appearance, his hands are covered with calluses, his face is honest and honest, and he even feels a little timid.
"Groom, please pick up the bride!"
As soon as the sedan landed, the groom quickly walked to the front of the sedan, with his back to the sedan and his legs hunched.
"The bride has moved into her new home..."
The sedan curtain was opened, and the bride, wearing a simple wedding dress made of red cloth and a fur-edged red hijab covering her head, jumped up and landed on the groom's back.
It's just that the groom is too stupid and too embarrassed to reach out and hug the bride's thigh...
The bride tilted her body and almost fell down.
"You're so stupid!" the bride shouted, took off her red hijab, and slapped the groom on the back.
"Bang..."
There was a muffled sound, and the groom was slapped and fell to the ground.
On the other side, Qin Yang opened his mouth slightly and stared blankly at this scene.
That bride with a bad temper is not just a withered-blood Taoist princess.
She... actually got married here?
Then he looked down at the groom who was lying on the ground. He actually got up with a red face and awkwardly adjusted the crooked red flower on his chest.
The slap just now was made of gold and iron, and it could be deformed in an instant.
This groom, who is obviously a mortal, behaves like a normal person...
Looking at the surrounding villagers, they burst into laughter...
"Hahaha, Wang Er's little brat is too weak. He needs to find a more powerful aunt."
"Yes, if you don't find a more powerful aunt, this little brat won't be able to take care of his own family."
"Baby, if that little kid is dishonest, just beat him up. This old guy Wang Er will definitely not care."
The groom hurriedly carried the bride back, and the banquet began...
Qin Yang looked at the festive village with a question mark on his forehead.
What on earth is this place and who are these people?
How could the Withered Blood Dao Ji get married here?
And marry an honest man who seems to be a coward...
Well, is this a good job and finding an honest man to marry?
Or has she fallen into some weird hallucination, or been brainwashed? Has she forgotten what happened before?
Qin Yang was confused and looked at the dishes that were served...
Surprisingly, everything is filled with spiritual energy, even the plate of fish in the center.
Vaguely, you can still detect the strong energy and blood power inside, as well as a strange fluctuation.
I have felt this kind of fluctuation in dragon blood and dragon marrow before.
What these villagers caught was actually an arowana?
Qin Yang looked a little dull. Will the real arowana be caught by these people?
I am full of questions, and now I am waiting to ask the Withered Blood Dao Ji.
Let’s see if the Withered Blood Dao Ji still recognizes herself.
It was only when the banquet was halfway through that I saw the withered blood Dao Ji changed her clothes and came to propose a toast.
When she came to Qin Yang's table, the Withered Blood Taoist Princess suddenly made a long face and snorted coldly when she saw Qin Yang.
"Humph, how come I can see you everywhere?"
"Do you still know me? Where is the Little Demon Buddha?" Qin Yang was silent for a moment and asked tentatively.
"Today is my great day. I welcome you to have a wedding banquet." Withered Blood Dao Ji showed a happy smile on her face, but when she looked at Qin Yang again, a trace of anger immediately appeared in her eyebrows: "Don't talk nonsense about anything else.
, I don’t want to talk to you any more!”
Qin Yang remained silent, feeling a little stupid.