Standing on the top of a rugged mountain in the early morning, I saw a deserted place.

The black evil energy wrapped around the skinny branches and climbed upwards, forming thick dark clouds and pressing down layer by layer.

A few kilometers further on, the fog became thicker and thicker, and even the air there seemed to be filled with thick black liquid.

A huge boulder with red dark light, standing between the stone veins, pierced the airtight darkness and became the only bright existence in the sky. It looked majestic and majestic.

It can only be said that it is indeed a place where humans and demons meet. Zhuchen could not feel any spiritual power from it.

From the Pu Feng Sect surrounded by immortals to this barren and desolate barren land, the gap is indeed quite big.

Unfortunately, Feng Buye has become a demon cultivator, and only the edge of the demon world can tolerate this.

"Little senior sister." Feng Changyin stood at the bottom and tilted his head to look at her and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Feng Changyin was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he looked very small. He didn't know whether it was because boys naturally grow slowly, or because the influence of his own genes was too strong.

He was picked up by Master Zhuchen, just like Zhuchen.

The difference is that Feng Changyin happily took his surname and became an official disciple of Pu Fengzong two years after he started. With encouragement every day, he is still the scumbag he once was, without any change...

Zhuchen swallowed his blood and tears, jumped down from above, shook his clothes and said, "It's nothing."

Feng Changyin smiled sweetly: "The house has been set up."

"That time."

We retreated several kilometers in the morning.

The sky in this area is not so gloomy, the land and vegetation have returned to normal, and there is only a touch of evil in the air. However, because it is inaccessible, there are rocks and weeds everywhere, and "wilderness" is written on every corner.

"The two words,

Feng Changyin used his sword to seclude a clean area in a wide field of vision. At this time, a square bamboo house fell on the ground that seemed to be smooth with a knife.

This bamboo house was the only large item they brought out from Pufeng Mountain. It was originally built in the corridor outside Feng Buye Cave Mansion and was used as a private room for occasional wine tastings.

It's nothing special, it's just made of spiritual bamboo, which is relatively immune to insects, rain, and fire.

When the three of them left the sect, the demonic energy in Feng Buye's body was boiling, and he was unconscious due to the strong backlash from the spiritual energy. Zhuchen didn't have time to think too much, so he just asked his junior brother to pack up his things and quickly escaped from Pu Fengshan.

The bamboo house was chosen by Feng Changyin.

The young man's brain was twitching, and he said that he wanted to give his master a place to shelter from the wind and rain, so he stuffed the bamboo house into his exquisite eight-treasure bag.

Feng Buye has been cultivating in Pu Feng Mountain for hundreds of years. He is a powerful monk praised by everyone in the world. Everything in his cave is precious.

Zhuchen originally thought that if Feng Changyin just grabbed two handfuls of garbage and took it away, it would be valuable outside, and the three of them would be able to live without worries for the rest of their lives.

Who knew that this little brother's brain was so novel? In his previous life, he might have been a snail, so he came here with this thing on his back.

Zhuchen only had endless regrets, wishing he had not taught him earlier - no matter what era, a house is not valuable! What is valuable is called land!!

The dark wind blew over from the endless sky, and Feng Changyin shivered from the cold.

He probably discovered the secret of his poverty belatedly, and sighed: "Senior Sister, all our belongings are here."

A hut made of spiritual bamboo, and a small formation made of spiritual stones. No matter how you look at it, you feel very embarrassed.

Zhuchen said sadly: "Stop talking, I know."

Thinking about it carefully in the morning, I feel that I should be regarded as the most unlucky traveler.

When she first arrived in the world of cultivating immortals, she thought she was going to be the heroine of Long Aotian. She practiced diligently every day and recited the exercises...

But cultivating immortality is really difficult! Most of the talent is already determined.

Several of her fellow apprentices are all in the shape of dragon bones and half-body Taoists, but she is an anomaly. Even Feng Buye euphemistically said that she has no immortal destiny. What kind of tragedy is this?

She worked hard, struggled...and finally threw herself to death on the white sand coast.

Originally, she had a powerful master to rely on, but now Feng Buye has gone astray, her cultivation has been ruined, and she is unconscious.

Speaking of which, Feng Buye had always had a stable Taoist heart, and Zhuchen couldn't figure out how he could become possessed by the devil.

It's possible for everyone in the world, but it's not possible for him, but he became a demon without any warning. It makes no sense.

Seeing that she was silent for a long time and looked lonely, the junior brother stood up on tiptoes, patted her shoulders with a pair of small hands, and tried to comfort her: "It's okay, junior sister, when the senior and second senior brothers come back, we will have money!"

Zhuchen feels that this matter... is not so optimistic.

The four disciples of Feng Buye's sect are all prodigal, and no one is better off than the other.

She cheered up and said, "Let's set up a place to rest first. I'll go in and see if Master is awake."

Feng Changyin agreed sensibly: "Okay!"

The bamboo house was small, with only one wooden bed inside. Feng Changyin was afraid of his master, so naturally he didn't dare to sleep with him, so he prepared his own dog house very honestly.

I carefully entered the house early in the morning, walked to the bed and squatted down.

Feng Buye's breath has stabilized a lot, but Juan Xiu's face still has a trace of pain, and the interlaced light cyan blood vessels can be vaguely seen beating under the skin, with a faint devilish aura.

She whispered a few words into Feng Buye's ear, and when there was no response, she went out.

The junior brother outside the door was waving his long sword, looking around for suitable wood, and then chopped it back one by one.

He sharpened one end of the wooden stakes he picked and kept driving them into the ground. Based on his limited knowledge, he built a house according to the gourd pattern.

Because no one has taken care of it, the land in this generation is very dry. Feng Changyin is a little man, holding a piece of wood twice as tall as himself with both hands, working clumsily. The scene is really funny.

After several attempts without success, the little dwarf finally got angry, threw the wood away, and dug a deep hole in the ground with his butt stuck out.

Watching this scene in Zhuchen, I suddenly felt emotional.

Heaven has given him an extraordinary talent, shouldn't he use it for fun?

Nature plays tricks on people.

She rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward to help.

So there were two cobblers, one responsible for digging holes and the other professionally driving piles. They had a clear division of labor and a tacit understanding of cooperation.

By the time night fell...the house still hadn't been successfully erected, only a row of strange-shaped logs had been erected, looking like an irregular box without a lid.

In this quiet and cold night, facing this drafty and roofless building in front of me, I felt a lot from morning to night.

——What’s the difference between this piece of shit built and not built?

——As a descendant of Yan and Huang, why didn’t she choose any of the skills inherent in infrastructure construction and vegetable growing?

——Knowledge is wealth, but she is so poor that she has nothing. She is sorry for the state's exemption of tuition fees for nine-year compulsory education.

Zhuchen actually knew that the house was not built like this, but there was nothing she could do about it.

House construction requires a variety of basic components, such as columns, beams, brackets, rafters, etc. There are requirements for location and wood. And all-wooden houses are rare now, and are generally a combination of civil engineering and wood. If you want to effectively prevent rain, go up

It also needs to be covered with tiles.

In this era, there were no nails or cement, and the circulation of goods was not widespread. It required carpenters who specialized in mortise and tenon jointing skills to build a solid house.

Of course, there is a more convenient way, which is to dig a hole in the earth and convert it into a house, which is the so-called cave-dwelling style building.

But Zhuchen... really doesn't want to be a caveman.

Feng Changyin looked at the fruits of his labor, but he was very happy. He ran in first, hugged his sword, lay down straight, and shouted to Zhuchen, who also hurried over.

The two of them leaned side by side on the cold wooden board. Looking up, they could see the night sky like a river. Dark clouds obscured the stars, not even allowing the faint light to escape.

Feng Changyin is still young, and he probably doesn't know what trouble is. When he encounters such things, he is still counting on his fingers to think about how to go out tomorrow... what things should he bring back to make a soft cushion for himself.

He is just very dissatisfied with his current bed, nothing else matters.

But seriously speaking, at Feng Changyin's age, if he were in modern society, he would be a primary school student. Then he still has the power of a naughty child, and does not need to follow two adults around and do heavy work of digging and felling.

Zhuchen was so sad that he stretched out his hand and rubbed his little head lovingly.

Feng Changyin's originally neatly tied bun was turned into a mess of hair by her, but she didn't hide. She just shook her head and asked, "Sister, what are you thinking about?"

Zhuchen's thoughts drifted away, and he said in a daze: "Miss socialism?"

Feng Changyin didn't hear clearly: "Ah?"

Zhuchen took out a blue stone from his chest, held it in his hand and rubbed it for a while.

The stone has smooth tentacles, and complex inscriptions are painted on the four corners. There is a section in the middle that is empty, where you can write your name.

Feng Changyin saw it, stretched his neck and asked: "Senior sister, did you bring the boundary marker out?"

This is a boundary stone. It is rare, but it is precious. After all, it is made of mountain stone condensed with immortal energy, and ordinary people cannot get it.

But it doesn't matter how precious it is. There are quite a few stored in Pu Feng Mountain.

Feng Changyin got up, knelt on the ground, and cheered happily: "We are going to have an immortal sect again! Is the leader the master or the little senior sister?"

There is no so-called country in the Immortal Continent, and the strong have always been respected. The scope of the territory is delineated by the inscribed boundary monuments of the major Immortal Mountain sects.

After laying down the boundary monument, the monks can use spiritual energy to frighten monsters from far and near, and can also detect danger in time.

As long as ordinary people live within the boundaries of the boundary monument, they can be protected by the sect, but at the same time they must obey the sect's dispatches.

There is cooperation between large sects. Small sects and sects are either busy merging and growing, or they are playing around all day long and are very restless.

Because the Taoists are not good at managing the country, the people in many places rely on barbarism to survive. From the perspective of modern people in Zhuchen, this system is very cruel, and the common people can only accept the fate of a piece of grass.
To be continued...