Chapter 227 A Dream-Like Day

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

Yan Wushuang is a good person. Maybe his ideas are a little naive, but he can still be said to be a cultivator with a strong conscience.

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

Especially considering his background - to put it bluntly, this person is a vested interest in the immortal 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, Zheng Fa still felt a sense of agreement and even some respect for it.

But… revolution is not a dinner party, right? Zheng Fa can only provide all support except practical support.

Zheng Fa's blunt refusal made Yan Wushuang's face look a little gloomy.

"Brother Zheng, don't you agree?"

"Who else disagrees?"

"Mr. Han."

Zheng Fa nodded slightly. Although the old man, the Canyang Sword Immortal, looked like an angry young man, he had not done anything in all these years.

I think you know the difficulty.

Looking at Yan Wushuang who looked hurt, Zheng Fa could only shake his head.

After all, Yan Wushuang's current status and resources are all brought by his identity - but once he really does what he says.

These will all become obstacles for him.

Although he thought that he and the other party had similar ideas.

Zheng Fa's personality is such that he always thinks about defeat before thinking about victory.

That's why I planned to formally advance the research on new methods after I took control of the Tianbei Realm.

Even Zheng Fa didn't think that everything would be fine as long as he controlled the Tianbei Realm.

He actually had an unspoken guess about what Old Han said - Venerable Tianhe also had a celestial tablet.

In a way, he was almost invincible.

Old Han said that the Tianhe Sect betrayed Venerable Tianhe - in fact, this is quite difficult, considering Venerable Tianhe's strength and the power of the Xuanwei Realm.

The betrayal of the Tianhe Sect could actually make Venerable Tianhe so desperate.

I'm afraid it is also related to the Tianbei Realm.

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

Seeing that he was distracted, Yan Wushuang looked increasingly frustrated, and whispered, "Old Han asked me to come and invite you..."

"What?"

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

"Why does the Sword Immortal Canyang think so highly of me?"

Zheng Fa frowned. He was somewhat wary of the Canyang Sword Immortal. His optimism towards this man was even more unfounded than that of Xiao Yuying.

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

Zheng Fa always felt that the word "say" (Yan Wushuang) was pronounced with a heavy tone.

"I can only say that... Mr. Han has no ill will towards you, Brother Zheng. He even regards you as the next ancestor!"

"Um?"

Zheng Fa was stunned, but saw Yan Wushuang shaking his head frantically, as if he didn't want to say more.

"Zheng Fa, do you have a solution to that problem?" Xiao Yuying's voice sounded behind the two of them.

Zheng Fa knew that Xiao Yuying was talking about the demon clan's attack on the Jiushan Sect. Perhaps because Yan Wushuang was there, Xiao Yuying spoke vaguely.

"Countermeasures?" Zheng Fa shook his head and said, "If the enemy comes, we will stop him with our troops; if the water comes, we will block it with earth... Fairy Xiao, you are asking this..."

Xiao Yuying tilted her head and said bluntly: "I thought that if the Jiushan Sect was gone, you could follow me."

"ah?"

Zheng Fa didn't expect that another person would come to recruit him.

Yan Wushuang suddenly looked at Xiao Yuying, and a sentence was clearly written on his face - No, you also want to snatch people? "I still have the ability to protect you..."

Zheng Fa frowned and said, "Fairy Xiao, do you think the other party's methods are not only aimed at the Jiushan Sect's headquarters?"

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

Zheng Fa nodded slightly. He had thought about this matter, but there was nothing he could do for the time being.

With the help of the Thunder Pool, they still have a glimmer of hope...

…

Tianbei Realm, in the city halfway up the mountain.

Xiaoqing walked briskly through the city, sniffing gently and smelling the aroma of food coming from each household.

Fewer people eat fish because people are used to living a hard life and are reluctant to eat it every day.

But there was no loss of joy at the dinner table.

Xiaoqing enjoyed listening to the adults' conversations, the children's noises, and the crackling sounds of burning firewood.

There were quite a few people gathered in front of the temple. They knew that Lord Thunder God liked quietness, so they simply put up a few cushions outside the temple.

People come to worship every day, and the few cushions are never empty.

There were also a few old people sitting under the eaves, chatting there.

Xiaoqing came over.

"Xiao Qing is here?" Someone laughed and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I ate it!" Xiaoqing nodded slightly.

She has no shortage of food.

"It's good to eat, let's eat it too."

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

But the other people also had the same expression on their faces - as if having a meal was something to be proud of.

"How many years have I lived? Thirty-four years." The old man went on to say, "Not a single day has been as good as it is now."

"Thanks to Master Thunder God."

"right."

Xiaoqing smiled proudly.

"Fewer people have died in the past few months, right?" someone asked.

"Yes, in the past, which family didn't have someone die every year? In the past few months... I don't seem to have heard of any daughter being taken away, any elderly person starving to death, or any child dying of disease due to lack of milk."

"I know a few who died. Except for those who were struck by lightning in the river valley, all of them died on the mountain."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Someone shook his head and said, "It's rainy in the mountains and the roads are slippery. You never know when you might fall down..."

"How can there be immortals in the mountains? Where do immortal mushrooms come from? If you ask me, the life we ​​have in Banshan City is already good enough. It feels like a dream!"

…

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

As Xiaoqing walked into the temple, she heard Lord Thundergod say.

"Cans?"

Xiaoqing slapped her forehead and remembered these jars that had been blessed by Lord Thundergod.

"Wild mushrooms? Can wild mushrooms grow in a jar?"

Curiously, she moved the jars from behind the statues.

He went out again and called the old men.

A group of people picked the wild mushrooms out of the jar.

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

Therefore, statistics on mountain products are all calculated based on baskets.

Several people were busy counting the wild mushrooms in the jars.

Xiao Qing ran over to report, "Master Lei Shen, in this jar, the wild mushrooms are only a tenth of a basket at the least."

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

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"Then the wild mushrooms that are most common, are they what you used to eat?"

"Yeah! Eat it often!"

Xiaoqing nodded.

Zheng Fa looked at the half-filled basket of wild mushrooms and was a little surprised - the yield was too high!

It even exceeds the highest-yielding edible fungus breeding bases in modern times.

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

Probably except for the different species.

The most important thing is the spiritual environment:

The nursing home has become lively, and many vegetables are growing tall and strong.

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

Zheng Fa finally understood why a city like Banshan City could support tens of thousands of people with such an environment.

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 Thunder God, are you saying... this jar can grow mushrooms on its own?"

Xiaoqing stared at the statue in a daze, and it seemed that she didn't quite believe in Lord Thundergod.

"It doesn't grow on its own. You use these sawdust and grass fodders, come to my temple - well, after it's been consecrated, you can plant this kind of wild mushrooms in it, and then you can raise them at home. You don't have to use a clay pot, but you need to be careful that if the mushrooms grow into something else, you can't eat them."

Zheng Fa explained.

Preliminary bacterial strains and culture media have been screened out.

Naturally, he wanted to promote it in Banshan City, or rather, in the fiefdom.

Mid-Levels City is more of an experimental base.

After all, although Xiaoqing is young, she is still capable.

It will be easier to promote the results produced in Mid-Levels City to other gathering points.

“Can we eat mountain mushrooms without going up the mountain?”

An old man said stupidly.

The others were stunned.

"We can still have enough to eat!" Someone calculated, "One jar and half a basket, if we raise more, it will be enough for us to eat!"

“…”

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

"If you ask me, they can't even dream of living such a good life!"

"Because there is no you, Master Thunder God, in the dream!"

Zheng Fa looked at Xiaoqing who was mumbling to herself, and saw that she started crying as she spoke.

"Master Thundergod..."

"Um?"

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

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

Before, she was so hungry that she had to steal food from the offerings, but I never saw her shed tears.

But Xiaoqing just cried and said nothing.

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

This girl was just a mortal after all, and she fell asleep leaning against the base of the statue while crying.

She seemed to be dreaming.

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

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

Zheng Fa was stunned.

Suddenly I understood why Xiaoqing was crying.

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

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

“…”

"Master 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 saw that all the people in the city had arrived.

They carried loads on their shoulders and held shovels and other tools, looking ready to do something big.

"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.

"Repairing a temple?" Xiaoqing looked puzzled.

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

As soon as this man said this, the people behind him all responded in unison.

Zheng Fa looked at these people from inside the temple and saw that even the fanatics looked restrained.

(End of this chapter)