I studied abroad in modern times

"Brother Yan, this matter..." Zheng Fa thought for a while but shook his head and said, "I can only say sorry."

Yan Wushuang is a good person. Maybe his ideas are naive, but he can still be said to be a very conscientious monk.

Zheng Fa knew that there were probably not many people like him in the Xuanwei world.

Especially considering his background - to put it bluntly, this person is a vested interest in the Immortal Sect system.

How many people want his identity as the son of the leader of the Tianhe Sect.

Regardless of whether his idea was impulsive or not, it still made Zheng Fa feel recognized and even respected.

But...revolution is not a treat, isn't it?

Zheng Fa could only give all but practical support.

Zheng Fa's straightforward refusal made Yan Wushuang's face darken.

"Brother Zheng, don't you agree too?"

"Who else disagrees?"

"Mr. Han."

Zheng Fa nodded lightly. Although the old man of Setting Sun Sword Immortal looked like an angry young man, he had done nothing for so many years.

I think I know how difficult it is.

Looking at Yan Wushuang with a hurt expression, Zheng Fa could only shake his head.

In the final analysis, Yan Wushuang's current status and resources were all brought about by his identity - but once he actually did what he said.

These will all become his obstacles.

Although he thinks that he and the other party have the same goal through different paths.

Zheng Fa's temperament has always been to worry about defeat before winning.

Therefore, I thought that after taking control of the Heavenly Monument Realm, I would officially advance the research on the new method.

Even Zheng Fa didn't think everything would be fine once he mastered the Heavenly Monument Realm.

In fact, he also had an unspoken guess about what Mr. Han said - Venerable Tianhe also has a heavenly monument.

To a certain extent, he is almost invincible.

Mr. Han said that the Tianhe Sect betrayed Lord Tianhe - in fact, there are some difficulties in this. With the strength of Lord Tianhe and the great power of Xuanwei Realm, it is his own current situation.

The Tianhe Sect's betrayal could actually make Lord Tianhe so desperate.

I'm afraid it's also related to the Heavenly Monument Realm.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fa was even more secretly afraid of the Tianhe Sect and was unwilling to look down upon these people.

Seeing that he was distracted, Yan Wushuang looked increasingly frustrated and whispered: "Mr. Han said, let me invite you..."

"What?"

"He said that if I want to succeed, my only hope is to invite you to join me." Yan Wushuang explained, "Otherwise, there will be no hope at all."

"Why does the Setting Sun Sword Immortal value me so much?"

Zheng Fa frowned. He was also a little wary of the Setting Sun Sword Immortal. This person had no reason to be more optimistic than Xiao Yuying.

"He..." Yan Wushuang looked strange, "This matter is Mr. Han's secret. I can't reveal it-especially not!"

Zheng Fa always felt that the pronunciation of the word Yan Wushuang was very strong.

"I can only say... Mr. Han has no ill intentions towards you, Brother Zheng. He even treats you as the next patriarch!"

"Um?"

Zheng Fa was stunned, but saw Yan Wushuang shaking his head wildly, as if unwilling to say anything.

"Zheng Fa, do you have any countermeasures for that matter?" Xiao Yuying's voice sounded from behind the two of them.

Zheng Fa knew that Xiao Yuying was talking about the demon clan's attack on the Nine Mountains Sect. Probably because Yan Wushuang was here, Xiao Yuying spoke vaguely.

"Countermeasures?" Zheng Fa shook his head and said, "When the soldiers come, they will block the water and cover it up with the earth...Xiao Fairy, you ask this..."

Xiao Yuying tilted her head and said bluntly: "I thought, if the Jiushan Sect disappears, you can follow me."

"ah?"

Zheng Fa did not expect that another person would come to recruit him.

Yan Wushuang suddenly looked at Xiao Yuying, with one sentence written clearly on his face - No, you want to rob me too?

"You still have the ability to protect me..."

Zheng Fa frowned and said, "Xianxian Xiao, do you think the other party's methods are not just targeting the Jiushan Sect's residents?"

Xiao Yuying said: "If Zhang Wuyi was still here and you were still there, I don't know how those people could sleep."

Zheng Fa nodded lightly. He had also considered this matter, but he couldn't think about it for the time being.

With the help of the thunder pool, they can still have an extra chance of survival...

…

In the world of Tianbei, in the middle of the mountain city.

Xiaoqing walked briskly through the city, sniffing gently and smelling the aroma of vegetables coming from various houses.

There are fewer people eating fish. We are used to living a hard life and are reluctant to eat it every day.

But there is no less happiness at the dinner table.

The adults' conversations, the children's commotion, and the crackling sound of the firewood all made Xiaoqing happy.

A lot of people gathered in front of the temple. They knew that Mr. Thunder God liked peace and quiet, so they simply made a few futons outside the temple.

People come to worship every day, and even a few futons are not available.

There were several old people sitting around under the eaves, chatting there.

Xiaoqing moved closer.

"Xiaoqing is here?" One person laughed and said, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat!" Xiaoqing nodded lightly.

She has no shortage of food.

"If you eat well, let's eat too."

The man replied, with a bit of pride on his face.

But several other people also had the same expression on their faces - as if eating was something they were really proud of.

"How many years have I lived? Thirty-four years." The old man continued: "There has never been a day when my life has been as good as it is now."

"Thanks to Mr. Thunder God."

"right."

Xiaoqing smiled proudly.

"There have been far fewer deaths in the past few months, right?" someone asked.

"Yes, in the past, which family didn't have people die every year? In the past few months... I don't seem to hear about any daughter being taken away, any elderly being starved to death, or any child dying of illness due to lack of milk."

"I know a few people who died. Except for those who were struck by lightning in the valley, they all died while going up the mountain."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Someone shook his head and said, "There's a lot of rain in the mountains and the roads are slippery. You might fall down at any time..."

"How can there be no deaths in the mountains? Where do the immortal mushrooms come from? To me, our life in Banshan City is already good enough. It's like a dream!"

...

"Xiaoqing, go find some people to collect the mushrooms in these jars and see how many there are."

Xiaoqing just walked into the temple when she heard the Thunder God say.

"Jar?"

Xiaoqing slapped her forehead and remembered these jars that were blessed by the Thunder God.

"Mushrooms? Can mushrooms grow in jars?"

She curiously moved the jars behind the statues out.

She went out and called the old people.

A group of people picked the mushrooms out of the jars.

In fact, there are no particularly accurate weights and measures in Banshan City, or no one collects taxes, and not many people trade. This kind of thing is useless and should be slowly forgotten.

Therefore, the statistics of mountain products are all calculated in baskets.

Several people busily counted the mushrooms in these jars.

Xiaoqing ran to report:

"Master Lei Shen, in this jar, the least mushrooms are only one-tenth of a basket."

"The most, two-thirds of a basket!"

"The most mushrooms, are you used to eat?"

"Yes! Often!"

Xiaoqing nodded.

Zheng Fa looked at the half basket of mushrooms and was a little surprised in his heart - the yield was too high!

It even exceeded the highest yield of modern edible fungi breeding bases.

But to be honest, Zheng Fa's current conditions are actually very simple.

Probably except for the different varieties.

The most important thing is the spiritual environment:

The nursing home has spiritual energy, and many vegetables grow tall and strong.

There is no shortage of spiritual energy in the Tianbei world.

Zheng Fa finally understood why the environment of Banshan City could support tens of thousands of people.

The spiritual energy brought a harsh thunderstorm environment to the Tianbei world.

But on the other hand, it did nurture the creatures in the world...

...

"Master Lei Shen, are you saying... this jar can grow mountain mushrooms by itself?"

Xiao Qing stared at the statue in a daze, and it seemed that she didn't believe Master Lei Shen.

"It doesn't grow by itself, but you use these sawdust and grass to come to my temple - well, after the opening, plant this kind of mountain mushrooms in it, and you can raise it at home. It is not necessary to use a pottery jar, but you need to pay attention to the mushrooms that grow in other shapes and cannot be eaten."

Zheng Fa explained.

The preliminary strains and culture media have been selected.

He naturally wants to promote it in Banshan City, or rather, in the Fengtu.

Banshan City is more of an experimental base.

After all, although Xiao Qing is young, he is still capable.

It would be easier to promote the results produced in Banshan City to other gathering points.

"Can we eat mountain mushrooms without going up the mountain?"

An old man said blankly.

Others were stunned.

"We can still eat enough!" Someone calculated, "One jar and half a basket, raise more, enough for us to eat!"

"..."

After these people left, Xiaoqing sat on the futon and smiled proudly: "They said before that the recent days are like a dream."

"If you ask me, they can't live such a good life in their dreams!"

"Because there is no Thunder God in the dream!"

Zheng Fa looked at Xiaoqing who was mumbling, but saw that she started crying.

"Thunder God..."

"Huh?"

Looking at Xiaoqing, whose little face was wrinkled with tears, Zheng Fa was a little confused.

In his impression, Xiaoqing has always been considered a strong girl.

She was so hungry that she stole food before, but she never shed tears.

It's just that Xiaoqing just cried and said nothing.

Zheng Fa tried to listen to her heart, but found that she herself didn't seem to know why.

This girl was a mortal after all, and she cried and fell asleep against the base of the statue.

She seemed to be dreaming.

"Mom, I don't eat mushrooms anymore... Dad, I want Mom to come back..."

"Dad... we have food..."

Zheng Fa was stunned.

Suddenly he understood why Xiaoqing was crying.

"Mom is gone, and Dad is gone too." Xiaoqing's brows were frowning more and more in the dream, as if she had a bad dream.

"I want to guard the temple left by my father..."

"..."

"Lord Thunder God, don't go..."

...

Xiaoqing slept in the temple all night.

She was awakened by the noise outside the temple.

She looked outside and felt that everyone in the city had come.

They were carrying loads, holding shovels and other tools, and they had the momentum to do a big job.

"What are you going to do?"

In a trance, Xiaoqing even felt that the Thunderbolt Cult had revived.

"Repair the temple!"

The first person said.

"Build a temple?" Xiao Qing was puzzled.

"We should build a bigger and better temple for Lord Thunder God!"

As soon as this person said this, the people behind him all agreed.

Zheng Fa looked at these people from the temple, and the expressions of these people - even the fanatics seemed to be restrained.