Chapter 360: Stories within Stories
A piece of land of approximately two million square kilometers is like a giant cake, exuding an enticing aroma.
Zhang Yang stood under the huge starry sky, looking intoxicated. At the same time, he was struggling with how to make the first cut. After all, this was not a village, nor a city.
Also, although he wants to develop this fragment of the real world, he is not here to play strategy games.
Because the crisis is never far away, the pressure of survival is always there.
"Comprehensive development is impossible. The story begins here."
Zhang Yang's hand lightly touched the air, and ripples like water spread out, just like an ink painting.
At first, it was an angular stone, and then a man with a sword on his back appeared on the stone. His face could not be seen, but one could vaguely feel the vicissitudes of life on him.
A black and white leaf floated down in a circle, and a big tree with lush branches and leaves appeared on the picture. The colors gradually changed from black and white to various colors, including the tender green and light yellow of spring, the emerald green and indigo of summer, the fiery red of autumn, and the bleak black and white of winter.
Day after day, year after year.
The angular stones were gradually covered with moss, the trees flourished and withered again and again, but the back of the man carrying the sword never changed.
He was like a statue, watching over something.
Slowly, the earth became green, and the traces of the past scars disappeared. A well appeared in the picture, ancient, vicissitudes, and mysterious.
The picture began to spread out, first a hunter appeared in a corner of the picture, followed by a simple thatched cottage.
The host and the hostess, a small cultivated vegetable patch, an old dog, and two children, one big and one small, were chasing the fluttering butterflies.
There were gradually more and more huts around, and a small street began to appear, with more and more pedestrians coming and going.
Toddlers grow strong, strong men and women grow old, and the old people die.
Everything is just the most ordinary picture.
The hamlet became a prosperous town, and the town became a city.
No one remembers when the first hut was built and when it was torn down.
Just as no one remembers that there is an ancient well in this city, and a man with a sword on his back is guarding the well.
"The story begins a long, long time ago. Once upon a time, there was a powerful monster. It had great magical powers and could fly on clouds and fog and travel a thousand miles a day. It harmed many people and loved to eat children's hearts. No one could resist it. Later, there was a wandering swordsman who vowed to destroy the monster. They fought from sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to sunrise, covering a distance of seven hundred miles before finally seriously injuring the monster."
"But the swordsman was also dying at this time, unable to kill the monster, so the swordsman turned himself and his sword into an ancient well and sealed the monster up. Hey, the well is right here. Someone once passed by in the middle of the night and even heard a strange cry coming from the well."
An old lady with wrinkles all over her face and a very kind heart was sitting in the sun, washing clothes and telling stories to her grandchildren who were gathered around her.
Not far away, there is a well. Two young women are working together to turn the water wheel. At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, and the legendary ghosts are just legends.
Farther away, at the entrance of a street, Zhang Yang changed into ancient costume and walked away slowly, like a passerby.
All of this before his eyes took him five hundred units of cosmic laws to create.
Yes, it is that simple. No matter how you farm, it cannot compare to this kind of cheating bombing.
But it was all worth it. He couldn't possibly use the extremely precious fragments of the real world to farm and engage in construction. That would be like selling sesame cakes in the emperor's palace. Either he was stupid or the emperor was stupid.
So, it is better to plant a story. He used a core disciple, a city, and 5,000 mortals to plant such a real story that was recognized by the fragments of the real world and could be projected to all the heavens and worlds.
Why can't he do what Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen, Black Mountain Old Demon, Mu Laolao and other great masters of immortal cultivation in the Mahayana stage were able to do?
The conditions he has now are hundreds of times better than those people, not to mention that this story also has free actors who are truly committed.
This is the most valuable of the 108 methods of developing fragments of the real world.
At least that's the case for Zhang Yang.
He just left the city like that, as if he had never appeared, but the story has officially begun.
"ah!"
A young woman who was fetching water screamed, squatted down, holding her stomach, her face extremely pale, as if she was experiencing terrible pain.
A group of people hurriedly helped her away and called a doctor.
Nothing special happened next, and the woman recovered after a few days of rest at home.
But for some reason, every time the woman got close to the ancient well, she would hear some strange whispers, which were extremely terrifying. At first, the woman did not dare to tell other people, but from that day on, whenever she fell asleep, she would find herself walking involuntarily in a fog. Deep in the fog, there were strange whispers, and the sound would become clearer and clearer until she was awakened.
The woman fell ill again, and snake scales began to grow on her arms. She no longer liked cooked food and began to crave blood.
She didn't dare to describe these abnormalities to anyone, but the situation in her dream became more and more serious. She had already seen the vague outline of a huge, snake-like statue -
That night, the fourteen courtyards surrounding the ancient well were filled with blood, and hundreds of corpses had their throats bitten open and their blood sucked out.
"Have you taken the bait, or are you still testing the waters?"
Zhang Yang paid close attention to the whole process, just like a chess player playing chess.
A chess piece was played again. A fifth-generation disciple of the Tianjian Sect was ordered by his master to go down the mountain for training. Passing by this place, he found that the evil spirit was rising to the sky. He followed the clues and found the mutated woman and locked the ancient well, but his strength was not enough to fight against the mutated woman. At the critical moment of life and death, a stunning figure appeared and killed the mutated woman. It was a man with a vicissitudes of life and endless loneliness on his face.
This is of course Wujun, the one who was to be robbed.
Zhang Yang was using his identity as the Lord of the Real World Fragments. Without moving time, he couldn't move, but it was easy for him to inject some information about the passage of time into a city, thousands of mortals, and his eldest disciple.
Even the plague snake would be deceived by this.
Or it doesn’t matter if you don’t fall for it. Zhang Yang’s purpose is very clear. Come on, and we’ll act.
If you hadn't come, I would have made up a story and continued the show.
In the past, immortal cultivators like Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen were able to keep the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio alive for so long with the story of a Chinese Ghost Story.
It doesn't make sense that Zhang Yang, who has the right time, right place and right people, can't make a fortune?
(End of this chapter)
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