Asked The Red Dust

A few tens of miles ahead is the shade of the mountains.

Qin Yi wandered into the forest and looked at the left and right scenery.

This is a very common pear tree. It is the season of the result. The pear on the tree is yellow and clear, and it looks very attractive. However, a closer look reveals that these pears are all weird.

Some are obliquely oblique, some are simply upside down, the shape of the pear is also strange, crooked, no sense of regularity. You can see it grows into an S shape, and you can also see it grow into a B shape. I do n’t know if this is a pear or an artificial cookie. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder will be extremely uncomfortable when they come here.

Qin Yi picked a butt-shaped pear that looked a little pleasing to the eye, and penetrated into the senses to sense it. It was indeed an ordinary pear. There was no aura and no toxin, and ordinary pears should have all.

Qin Yi took a bite, wild pear, sour and astringent, nothing special.

He shook his head and ate pears and went on.

The rules are too strange. If it is said to be completely disordered, pears should not be the taste of pears. They may be bitter or salty, but it is still the taste of pears in cognition. Even the medicinal properties of pears can be used in medicine.

Perhaps, as Tassel said, what it looks like is just superficial knowledge. The essence is a pear, which is the core element.

As long as you grasp the essence, this place is not much different from Shenzhou. After all, this is still in this world, and it is a region under the same heaven and earth rules. The partial distortion caused by certain conditions is not to go to a different world with completely different rules.

It still depends on the character, how the character thinks is the key point of this trip.

Qin Yi hopes to meet other people before visiting Tai Huangjun, and feel the local customs and feelings, but do n’t feel uncomfortable if you walk a few hundred miles away ...

This is very likely. If it is in Shenzhou, the mountain range around which this Huiyang monk is located is either a sect gate or a retreat in seclusion, there may be no other people.

As a result, Qin Yi was dumbfounded when she passed through the forest and reached the mountains in front.

There is an obvious road between the two mountains. At the end of the road is a city!

There is a city here!

In the distance, you can still see the monks flying in and out of the city ... The city where monks live?

Qin Yi tentatively approached. Someone passed by him, but he ignored him as a "foreigner." At the gate of the city, there was no one to guard the gate at all. The so-called gate was not a conventional gate hole type. The bricks and stones were piled into a smiley face. The mouth was opened with a big mouth.

Qin Yi entered the city gate with an ellipsis.

At first glance, I felt that there were many mortals around me, the kind who didn't have any practice, selling food by themselves, and others cooking, and the flavor of the food was faintly spread.

In this urban atmosphere that seems to be a mortal life, a monk about Moqin's later sat on a duck instrument and flew slowly across the vegetable market.

The maid selling vegetables is still scolding: "Pretend to be your mother! It's amazing to fly!"

Then the monk grabbed a bird from the sky, folded his wings and threw it to the aunt, and took a Chinese cabbage from her stall. Then he squeaked and flew away raw, and said in his mouth: "It ca n’t Fly, are you satisfied? "

Aunt put away the bird and yelled: "The bird caught by the fairy, twelve silver! Take it back and pass the immortal. Don't miss it when you pass by! Maybe you will have a spirit root when you eat it!"

A passerby took a sip next to him: "Who is this? It is possible for his own bird to cut down and eat."

Qin Yi: "..."

Looking around, there were signs flashing at the gate, and the magnificent mana was moving.

The mana is bright, and the handwriting of the notice jumps out one by one and becomes larger. The silver hook iron painting brings out a bit of awkwardness.

"There are only two rules in this city: one, the iron law, the monks must not bully mortals, the monks die out, and the monks are extinct, and a group of idiots take care of themselves! Second, it is also the iron law, monks are not allowed to fight in any form in the city. One! "

Disordered land, but when you meet is two "iron laws" ... It is said that it is disordered, but it is actually ordered, but if it is ordered, there seems to be no restrictions beyond these two rules, and it is impossible to talk about it. What order to put on.

No, there are still basic social rules, such as transactions, at least there is silver currency between mortals.

Qin Yi walked slowly along the way and saw the blue building not far away.

This is the evening, the Qinglou has already begun to lively, passing the gate to look in, you can see the atmosphere of flowers and wine in the flower hall.

What made Qin Yi speechless the most was that he noticed that one or two of the young women in the blue building had spiritual practice.

But it is a very low-level kind, which is a bit closer to being enlightened and forced to enlighten, and it is not possible to practice higher. It is about a means of attracting customers, which is different from the Wandao Xiangong sister Sister. But this means of attracting customers is also really useful. Qin Yi saw that the table was filled with monks drinking wine.

If it is a traditional fairy road, the monk who drinks flower wine still repairs a fart fairy ... But Qin Yi was calmed down a lot when it was stained in the ear of Wandao fairy palace.

The meaning here is not the same as Xiangong, it probably means to practice whatever you want ...

This place where Xianfan lives together is really interesting.

Going forward, I saw a "Wanbao Pavilion", which was full of brilliance and immortal spirit, and the door went to no mortal, all were in and out of cultivation. Qin Yi's heart moved slightly, this is about a magical tool shop, you can go in and take a look.

The first counter on the first left of the door is the practice cabinet, which is full of paper books, and one of them has the store label below: "Our store is the best-selling". Take a closer look: the title "Waste Spirit Root can also be practiced"

What are the other "First Exploration of Immortal Cultivation", "Want to know if you have a spiritual root", "Examination of your understanding" ...

"What the **** is this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ sold to mortals?" Qin Yi wiped cold sweat, why is it so cute here, is it really "a place that can't come anyway"?

"Of course it was sold to mortals." A small second busy ran from the other counter, seeing Qin Yi seems to be practicing, he said: "Guest officer you come from outside? You should enter the inner room, only you inside Something you want. "

"Look outside first, it's quite interesting." Qin Yi asked: "Here are all mortals involved in spiritual practice?"

"If you want to do it, you can do it, can you look at your talents?"

"Don't worship the sect?"

"Zong Men?" The second second hesitated for a moment: "Zong Men are all demons, and those who want to go, don't want to go if they don't want to go."

"Sects are all demons?"

"It's the only rule to talk about Demon Sect with fists. How about it? How do you follow the rules? Isn't it good to go to the north?" Xiao Er suddenly realized: "Guest, are you from the north?"

Qin Yi simply asked: "So what rules do you have with your boss? You work for him, he pays you, isn't it a rule?"

"So we are mortals. Isn't spiritual practice just to stop getting angry with this bird? I want to practice, will it be like this?" Xiao Er looked at Qin Yi contemptuously. Seeing your achievements is limited. "

Qin Yi was dumb, and suddenly felt so reasonable. Isn't spiritual practice just to get rid of the cage and be free and at ease?

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Doesn't the monk have to obey this subway law?"

"The higher the practice, the less you need to observe. The day people pursue spiritual practice is the day when the iron law can be formulated." Xiaoer's eyes despised more and more: "Guest, you go to the elementary school to rehabilitate. of."