Into the Immortal Cultivation - Chapter 2134

[Chapter 147: Birds in a Cage · Scavengers]

Tianshu Gravel City hugged his legs and curled up under the roots of the giant tree.

The root system of this plant has no fruit, and it is not a place to absorb nutrients. Very few soap people came.

Days gravel loves it here.

He felt that he was like this useless branch.

He is useless. This is recognized. Always like this.

As a recycler, his work efficiency is too low. He is always attracted to those artifacts with low recycling priority. In other words, he is the only one who can collect “scroll-type” instruments.

For normal scavengers, the most popular magic weapon is a blunt weapon made of pure metal. Hammers, sticks, etc. are excellent. These things usually have higher weights for better kills.

And the delicate scroll-like instruments are not liked by everyone.

He gently stroked the scroll he had picked up. He didn’t understand the words on it. He just looks at paintings.

He had never seen more than half of the things on the painting. He only knew the house. These houses are different from those short buildings in Ge Tianzong Village, and also different from their hometown. They are of another style.

Trees, he could barely recognize them. Relief the demon king’s entourage, the great giant tree. It was the only plant he knew.

For him, “river”, “sun”, “clouds”, and “beasts” are all accumulations of color blocks of unknown meaning.

But he still enjoyed watching it.

How to say it, it seems that only when he is facing these picture scrolls can he feel the “reality of history”.

The homeland of the soap people has long since been destroyed. It was the Relief Demon King who let the Soap People enter their own world. The world is perfect and orderly, completely different from the outside. There will never be evil beasts and followers of the evil gods to invade here. This is the perfect world.

Those residents who have been helped by the Relief Demon King, after entering here, must give up all their weapons, no longer fight, and coexist peacefully.

This is the only paradise in the world.

Many ethnic groups whose hometowns have been destroyed still have a kind of nostalgia. It is unknown whether this nostalgia is imprinted on the blood or hidden in the culture. Although the roots have been cut off, they still want to know the past and the world outside the Relief Demon King.

Days gravel knows he’s behaving badly. This is sinful and disrespectful to the Demon King.

Sometimes, he felt ungrateful. What a good powerhouse that Relief Demon King is, if it weren’t for him, the soap people would have ceased to exist. How can I turn my back on its guidance?

However, he really likes this beautiful thing.

Simply fall.

He thought so.

Probably hundreds of thousands before the Great Zhoutian [several decades ago], he said this to himself.

The Holy Flame City had quarreled with him many times. But he just couldn’t change it.

You can’t deceive yourself.

He is so depraved today.

He was a little hungry. But after counting the gravel, he just curled up his body forcefully,

“Just starve to death. If you die of starvation, you won’t have to drag down the Heavenly Demon King.”

He thought so.

In the end, the gravel couldn’t stand it any longer and went back.

He plans to take a nap here, and then go “below” on the next big Sunday to find something to eat in exchange.

However, when he entered his house, he found that there was already a soapman inside.

He shuddered, and he shouted sternly: “Who are you? What are you doing in my room? Ah, I know you, you are the one who came here today!”

He immediately roared: “Don’t think that the elders of Ge Tianzong Village and I are father and son, and feel that we can gain anything from me. Let me tell you, our father and son have already had a falling out and put down my things. Get out now!”

There is only one room in the whole house. Because the room for ordinary disciples of Ge Tianzong is not high, it is lower than the soap people who are much taller than the original owner of Ge Tianzong. Moreover, the bark shed by the giant trees is very small, and they cannot be used as beds. All soap people slept on the ground.

It’s just that in the gravel room, there are still many scrolls and tablets.

This is something he has carefully collected and painted at least a lot.

Wang Qi held a scroll of painting and said, “This thing is very good. I see it occasionally, and I am pleasantly surprised, so I couldn’t help but break in to see it.” After speaking, he wiped it on his waist and held up a Something wrapped in dead leaves: “Apologize. But I’ll keep watching.”

The aroma of food made the gravel swallow days. It is rare to see a cultivator at the stage of forming a pill falling into such a state.

However, he was still cautious: “Is this really… for me?”

Wang Qi pretended to lower his head, just using common language to express his certainty that he still couldn’t confirm whether the alien was “nod yes and shook his head no”.

For days, Gravel felt like crying for no reason: “You…really willing…for this thing, just to see…give me food?”

“Yes.” Wang Qi didn’t look up, pretending to be addicted.

“I…how can I accept your food?” He hurriedly took two steps back, for fear that he would touch Wang Qi’s food: “Look at…you just look at it, right? This thing is your own labor. In exchange…I…I…”

“I like to draw.” Wang Qi raised his head.

Although he doesn’t like most Wen Qing. But the determined Wen Qing, after all, has one or two bright spots worthy of recognition.

Moreover, this food is really not exchanged by his own labor. He just picked up a clean leaf on the edge of the compost, and then stole a little from passerby A, and stole a little from passerby B.

Anyway, his cultivation base is strong enough.

Furthermore, as an immortal, unless he loses a lot of quality at one time, he does not need to supplement nutrients.

“This…” Days gravel almost cried. He took the food and said at a loss: “I’m really happy… so happy…”

He gulps down the mashed fruit pulp.

Wang Qi looked at the painting silently.

After a while, Wang Qi closed his eyes, and a light surged above his hands.

Tianshu Gravel swallowed the last bite of food with difficulty, and asked, “Fellow Daoist…what are you doing!”

No need to explain too much.

The picture scroll in Wang Qi’s hand actually moved by himself.

The original still pictures inside, actually began to flow.

Tianshu Gravel was stunned: “You actually… actually know how to repair… this?”

“It took a lot of effort to figure it out on your own, and you can’t get anything to eat.” Wang Qi said.

For some reason, the recyclers have a strong preference for artifacts made of metal. He secretly watched for a long time. Pure metal instruments, regardless of their rank and integrity, are naturally higher than those with non-metallic parts. And this kind of non-pure metal instrument is higher than the non-metal instrument containing some metal parts. Wang Qi even saw that those repairers did not hesitate to destroy the integrity of the instruments and plucked the inlaid metal from the wooden instruments.

Even if the people here knew how to fix this thing, I’m afraid they wouldn’t think they were better than a metal magic weapon.

Moreover, Wang Qi did not dare to repair this kind of thing on a large scale.

The method he used was the flame of life.

This tablet itself is woven with plant veins. In the words of ancient Faxiu, it is a natural wood spirit, and it still has vitality after being refined into a magic weapon. Not only has this vitality not broken, but it has been repaired and perfected under the infiltration of spiritual power for an unknown number of years.

Wang Qi just activated this vitality with the flame of life, and then forced some sweat out of his palm, allowing the thing to absorb it, grow by himself, and fill in the shortcomings.

This kind of method, if other high-level monks such as those iron catchers or fighter guards look at it, most of them can recognize it, this is not a method inside the spaceship. But deceiving such a simple young man is enough.

Wang Qi didn’t dare to use it too much, it’s easy to reveal the stuffing. Therefore, it is said that “it takes a lot of effort”.

Just like the light that is rapidly moving away from an event, some information in this tablet is indeed irreversibly damaged.

However, it is a playable thing after all.

The gravel has been enjoying these paintings all day long, but he has never seen the perfect activation of these scrolls.

Wang Qi can easily complete this step.

He could even read those words.

He thought for a moment, and felt that it might be too risky to say that he knew words.

But the number of days gravel is really interesting to watch.

For the first time, he knew that some color blocks can be a whole, some color blocks can be fluid, and some color blocks can undergo such interesting deformations.

“I really don’t know what our hometown looks like…”

He sighed.

Wang Qi grinned, but said nothing.

This cannot be the hometown of the soap people. According to the skin of soap people, the environment they originally lived in should be humid and hot.

But in this picture, it is more like a frozen planet.

The soap people have almost forgotten their past. If it wasn’t for the cultivation of immortality instead of natural selection to a certain extent, and there is no use or disuse in this world, I am afraid that they would not even have this feature.

While he was looking at the painting, Wang Qi was also looking at the gravel, thinking about another question in his mind.

Do you want to give him a Polo flame?

The Great Inner Mantra – Theravada Magic, can indeed control a person.

However, in this spaceship, there is a strong person who “combines the past and the future”. Will this method, which may trigger the extinction of species, arouse the vigilance of the strong man in advance?

Up to now, the subordinates of mysterious powerhouses are searching for him. Perhaps in the possible future, he did not cause any trouble to the strong man at all.

restraint.

Wang Qi thought so.

The gravel shivered for days. He suddenly felt that he seemed to have been tricked by this seemingly friendly fellow Taoist somewhere. But soon, he classified it as an illusion.

After all, this fellow Taoist gave him food and affirmed his hobby!

There are no bad people who like to draw!

After seeing the painting, Wang Qi stood up and said indifferently, “I have seen the painting. Come back next week.”

[End of this Chapter]