Marvel's Cultivator

Earth, the magic capital of China

The sun has just risen, and the warm sunlight shines on the sidewalks along the Huangpu River. Because of a light snowfall last night, the stone-paved streets have a dark color after being wet with water.

After all, it is a city in the north of the south, and the cold wind in winter has reduced the number of pedestrians on the street. Liu Yuan remembered that there was a snow disaster in January this year, but he had not been here at that time, and those natural disasters only We were able to find out on the newspaper network.

"The situation should be different." Liu Yuan looked at the wide river and let out a sigh of relief, and murmured.

Although there is no world of cultivating immortals here, there are many superpowers, mutants, and some strange magic and apostles, and there is a trend of popularization.

For example, Cyclone can be said to be a model of a star hero. Unlike the few who were hunted down by the police in New York, at least publicly, Cyclones and the government cooperate with each other, and Cyclones have also become one of the symbols of Shanghai. .

"Boss, you don't need to look for it." Liu Yuan came to a newsstand, picked up a newspaper, and handed two yuan to the boss.

The headlines of the newspaper were some reports about government meetings, and the rest were follow-up reports about the earthquake in the southwest and the recovery of the economy. I have to say that this year has been full of disasters, natural and man-made.

In this newspaper, Liu Yuan also saw what he wanted to see, the news about those extraordinary people, I have to say that although they are few in number, they have a great influence.

Just like the snow disaster, even if it is a heavy snowfall that occurs once in 50 years, with the power of the cyclone, the snow in the entire magic city can be successfully cleared in one day. If it is just ordinary people, it is impossible in a few days.

"I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." Looking at the familiar figure in the newspaper, Liu Yuan thought to himself.

In my own world, there are not so many strange people and strange things in the mortal world. Even if there are some immortal cultivators who will enter the mortal world, most of them are just little guys who refine and transform Qi.

In the face of natural disasters and man-made disasters, the mortal world can only rely on its own strength, and in modern times, it is difficult for those low-level monks to use their identities as mysterious Taoist priests who roam the world, or get a certificate to become a doctor or a policeman.

Moreover, these are only within a very limited range, not as ostentatious as here.

This is also since the chaotic era in the records, he has seen such a similar situation with his own eyes, and the source of all this is the group of "canned Darwins", but it is already like this, so let it be, next time Just stop those scientists.

"Young man, are you from out of town?" Seeing Liu Yuan staring at the newspaper in a daze, the landlady asked.

"Auntie, how do you know?" Liu Yuan asked in the tone of modern people, always feeling a little awkward.

The proprietress is a middle-aged woman. She smiled and said with a look that I understand: "When you outsiders see the cyclone, you always react like this. You must be fascinated. We see people here every day, and they don't look like you. You do."

After listening to the proprietress's words, Liu Yuan couldn't laugh or cry, and he thought about things, but the other party thought he was staring at the cyclone in a daze.

But he didn't want to argue, he just nodded slightly with a smile and said vaguely: "Probably."

Then turned away.

But by coincidence, after leaving the newsstand, Liu Yuan was walking along the sidewalk by the river, when a sweet and strong female voice called out to him: "Master Dao, what a coincidence."

Liu Yuan turned around and looked, the person who came was wearing a light brown winter windbreaker with a white knitted sweater inside, a gray scarf around his neck, and a ponytail on his head, which looked a bit like the recently popular The heroine of a love drama.

"Taoist? I'm not a Taoist priest." Liu Yuan denied.

"Not a Taoist priest? Aren't Maoshan Taoist priests the ones who exterminate ghosts?" Lei Ling was a little puzzled. After all, in historical legends, apart from Taoism and Buddhism, there is nothing else, oh, and there are gods in the sky.

However, Liu Yuan looked like a Taoist priest, he couldn't be a Buddhist, he didn't shave his hair, he didn't have a cassock, and he didn't sing Amitabha, and his clean appearance couldn't be Jigong or something.

If it was a majestic bearded man, it might be Zhong Kui, but neither of these fit.

Liu Yuan rolled her eyes and said, "Maoshan? You've watched too many Hong Kong dramas, and I'm not hitting zombies."

Although there is such a thing in the world of cultivating immortals, but when monks encounter it, they are cut directly by the holy sword of physics. There are so many bells and whistles.

"Then what should I call you? By the way, I don't know your name yet." Lei Ling suddenly remembered that this guy was mysterious, and he was doing business before, so he didn't think to ask.

"Name? My surname is Liu, my first name is Yuan, and my character is Taichu." Liu Yuan said lightly. He has said this sentence countless times. If he is a stranger of the same generation in Xiuxian, he will habitually add " The word "under" reduces the sense of distance.

Although he is several hundred years older than ordinary people, his appearance is the first impression after all, and he prefers to communicate on an equal footing than to be superior.

But Lei Ling could no longer be regarded as a complete stranger, Liu Yuan did not add this word.

"You still have words?" Lei Ling felt a little strange. After all, it is already the 21st century. Except for the elderly, few people can know how to write. But as a modern person, Lei Ling felt that Liu Yuan's self-introduction was a bit over-the-top. Full.

"Well, my master gave it to me." Liu Yuan nodded and explained. At the beginning, he was ignorant and didn't know how to read. He was tricked by his master, and it was too late when he understood.

Although monks in the world of cultivating immortals basically don't care about these things, it is inevitable to be ridiculed by others. This negative effect basically ends after I break through the fusion period, except for the Mahayana period...

"Your master? What kind of Taoist priest are you or what?" Lei Ling was still chasing after him, holding on to this question. She was really curious, if it wasn't a Taoist priest or Maoshan, what else could it be?Maoshan is also a Taoist priest.

Hearing Lei Ling's question again, Liu Yuan almost couldn't hold back his anger, he would have explained it if he had known it earlier, let her think it's okay, and she had to work hard to explain it.

"I have a showdown. Actually, I am a cultivator, believe it or not?" Liu Yuan suddenly looked at her seriously and asked.

"Huh?" Lei Ling was stunned when she heard what Liu Yuan said. She didn't know why, but she thought it was real at the first moment, and the surrounding city, or the city on the other side of the Huangpu River, seemed to be just an illusion.

But this feeling didn't last long, she just realized in an instant that this guy was joking with herself.

"You can't make up some plausible reasons." Lei Ling had an expression of lying to a child, she just thought that Liu Yuan was also a person with superpowers, like a Taoist priest.

Besides, there is no immortal cultivator who would be a big landlord, sitting in a coffee shop and drinking coffee, this is not like a fairy, he is moist like a fairy.

"It's fine if you don't believe it." Liu Yuan shrugged helplessly.