My feet are on this unreal ground, and above my head is something called chaos.
Wu Er led Han Qingxiu through Tianjing Township, or rather, through this land that had not yet been perfected by the Heavenly Dao.
Along the way, Wu Er and Han Qingxiu talked a lot, mostly about Tianjing Township.
Not many people know about this place; Wu Er only learned about it from ancient books.
Those two hundred years of seclusion weren't spent sitting idly; he read quite a few books.
Moreover, not only are few people aware of Tianjing Township, but very few people are also capable of coming here, so it is almost impossible to find cultivators here.
But the absence of cultivators does not mean the absence of other living beings.
There are also living beings in Tianjing Township, but these beings are different from those outside.
They are not human, demon, ghost, or spirit; ancient books refer to the indigenous people of Tianjing Township as spirits.
Wu Er had never seen a spirit, nor did he know where this idea came from.
Could they be objects?
Who knows?
A name is just a label. Perhaps the ancestors didn't know what to call the creatures of Tianjing Township, so they just gave them a name randomly.
Wu Er led Han Qingxiu on a long journey, searching for something.
Because the place was sparsely populated, there were hardly any roads, and the two of them were wandering through the wilderness.
"Hey, I think I found it."
Wu Er suddenly spoke up to Han Qingxiu behind him, "Xiuer, come this way."
After saying that, Wu Er led Han Qingxiu through the wilderness.
After passing a few trees, the scenery changed.
The trees were gone, replaced by an open space. It was no longer a wild field; many houses had been built on the ground.
It looks like something lives here.
However, this house is really strange.
Why is that strange?
Because although these houses are called houses, their styles are all kinds of strange. There are normal houses, as well as small ones that are uninhabitable and large ones that don't look like they are inhabitable.
The styles are also different, and Han Qingxiu can't understand these styles.
Wu Er could understand it, but the words he used were incomprehensible to normal people in this world.
Modern style, classical style, medieval style, steampunk style...
Overall, the house here brought back many memories for Wu Er.
It's rare to see houses of this style in a world of cultivation.
"Let's go and visit this town, and say hello to the residents."
Wu Er patted Han Qingxiu, who had shocked countless times.
Afterwards, the two walked into this peculiar town, entering the place that was least like a cultivation world in this cultivation world.
After passing the outermost ring of houses, the two arrived in the town.
They hadn't seen anything at first, but after going deeper, they saw the inhabitants of the place, which were the spirits.
"Outsiders! Outsiders have arrived!"
A scarecrow suddenly jumped in front of Wu Er and Han Qingxiu.
Wu Er glanced at the scarecrow, sensed its presence, and pondered it in his mind.
Indeed, it's neither a demon, nor a spirit, nor a ghost; it feels very strange.
Han Qingxiu was startled by the sudden appearance of the thing and instinctively wanted to draw her sword to slash at it, but fortunately Wu Er reached out and stopped her in time.
The scarecrow seemed unafraid of people, and it seemed as if it didn't sense Wu Er's presence at all. It didn't feel any tension or pressure in the face of Wu Er, this immortal.
Then I heard it continue jumping around, saying, "Outsiders, are you good people or bad people?"
This question is a bit childish, as if only a child would ask it.
It seems that this spirit has a very simple mind, much like a child.
Faced with the scarecrow, Wu Er naturally smiled kindly and said, "Of course he's a good person."
"A good person, really?" the scarecrow pressed.
Wu Er smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course it's true."
With a positive answer, the scarecrow jumped even more joyfully, saying as it jumped, "He's a good person! That's wonderful! He's a good person! That's wonderful!"
As it shouted these words, the scarecrow jumped forward two steps and yelled, "Everyone come out! They're good people! They're good people!"
Such words are no different from those of a young child.
However, Tianjing Township has been isolated from the outside world for many years, so the local people are probably simple and honest, and it is understandable that the residents are a bit naive.
Moreover, they were lucky; they didn't encounter anyone who could fake it, but rather Wu Er, a truly good person.
"Everyone, come out! We have guests today!"
The scarecrow jumped around and shouted for a long time.
At that moment, many more spirits emerged from the side.
These spirits are very strange; they really do resemble objects.
There are tables, chairs, and teddy bears.
In short, there were all kinds of furniture and toys, as well as many strangely shaped things that Wu Er couldn't name.
This place is like a fantastical world from a child's imagination, and the surrounding creatures seem to be beings from fairy tales.
Wu Er smiled calmly, while Han Qingxiu stared blankly with her mouth slightly agape.
A person's level of experience can be seen at a glance.
Moreover, these spirits are quite interesting; ever since they flew out, they all come to Wu Er and ask, "Are you a good person?"
Wu Er naturally gave an affirmative answer, and some people would ask Han Qingxiu, who would just nod blankly.
After that, all the spirits flew together and talked to each other.
He spoke quite loudly, without any attempt to hide it from Wu Er and Han Qingxiu.
"Wow, I've asked so many times, and I always get the same answer!"
"He's definitely a good person!"
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