In addition to all the above magical conveniences, of course, this is also a more polarized and competitive world. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For example, in Fu'ao Village, the villagers are still worrying about what time it is best to sleep at night in order to save some kerosene, but the immortal cultivation world is illuminated with fluorescent stone all night; When the village names were still worried about how not to break their legs for the sake of spreading the news, the immortal cultivation world sent a talisman and solved it lightly.

And so on and so forth......

It is as if the level of productive forces on this side is still in the initial stage of feudalism, and that side has already run wild on the road of communism.

Is it really good that the same world is so polarized?

No wonder, everyone is looking forward to having an immortal fate, and they want to drill into the immortal cultivation realm.

But when I got in, I found that Xiongguan Mandao was really like iron, and now I am stepping forward from the beginning, this is a world that makes people want to die even more.

In the modern world, with the exception of the legendary little man at the top of the pyramid, most people enjoy the same good food and wine as the average rich man, and have the same pleasure and play. The vast majority of facilities are fair and open to the general public.

Many times, we complain about this society because of the ups and downs in our lives, but from another perspective, in fact, this society has provided us with a lot of convenience. Although there are differences in identity due to the different resources at their disposal, they are generally equal in personality. We may envy others in terms of financial resources and power, but as long as the mentality is correct, it is not easy to say who has a higher happiness index.

Here, however, it's so different!

Each layer is clearly hierarchical, and the absolute suppression of strength is breathless.

Each resource is divided into upper, middle and lower levels, and is available to different levels of people. The vast majority of resources are not developed at the lower levels. Low-level disciples can only get more allocations if they strive for the top.

In many cases, the honor and disgrace of a low-level disciple is nothing more than a thought of the higher-ranking person.

The weak is weaker, and the strong is stronger, this kind of equipment once made Lin Qing feel that this would not fall into a vicious circle, and the monks at the bottom would be even more unable to turn over.

Everything has a price!

Seeing that his friend was wandering outside the world again, Tang Ruan Ruan began to use his spiritual power to perform the rain technique.

Cloth rain technique, practice qi two-layer spell, this is a spell she has newly learned. You can use spiritual power to mobilize the water in the bucket to water the plants in the sky above the spiritual field, or you can gather the water vapor in the air to form rain, the latter is too high-end, and she can't do it yet. Practicing this technique can be a good reinforcement for the control of spiritual power.

Ruan Ruan watered his side, and seeing that Lin Qing was still there in a daze, he said to Lin Qing: "Qingqing, I'll help you water this spiritual field of yours." ”

Lin Qing shook his head and refused: "No need, there are miscellaneous brothers and sisters who help me in carrying water, so it's very convenient to water, I'll come by myself." ”

She could see that Ruan Ruan was sweating profusely after pouring her side.

Ever since she entered Qi training, she felt that she had inexhaustible strength. How fortunate it was to meet Tang Ruanruan, a friend who was as pure as a child, and her smile deepened.

Lin Qing now only has the first level of Qi training, and the first level of Qi training cannot learn spells, and when he reaches the second level of Qi training, he can learn a few simple spells, and only in the middle of Qi training can he start to learn more complicated ones.

But she firmly believes that opportunities often favor prepared minds, so she has already memorized the mantras of several spells in the early stage of Qi training.

At the same time, she practiced the Aoki sword every day.

The sword is the most conventional weapon for the disciples of the Xianglin Sect, and the disciples will only issue sword tricks when they reach the fifth level of Qi training, and she has peeked at other high-level disciples practicing swords, although she can't get the gods, she still imitates practicing several times a day. The old saying doesn't mean that as long as the kung fu deep iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, she will practice more now, and when she can really use it in the future, she will have a solid foundation and a neat sword, at least she will not lose at the starting line

After staying in the sect for so long, although she didn't compare, she could figure out with her knees what the eighteenth-tier sect was missing.

Not only is the resources relatively poor, the most prominent manifestation is that only half a spirit stone is issued every month, and most of them are handed over to the canteen (not all of them are eaten at all), she works hard to farm, basically voluntary labor without pay, and the most nonsense is that in addition to guiding farming, no one teaches them to cultivate at all.

It's a complete laissez-faire, letting the disciples grow savagely and become self-taught! Which one can stand out in the end is completely a matter of character.

The baby is bitter, and the baby occasionally tells you about it.

In the following days, Lin Qing worked hard to cultivate. She has lagged behind many other contemporaries, and in these years, she has to be beaten if she is backward in the village, let alone in the immortal cultivation world.

As she entered the Qi training period, her energy was more than before, and she took care of the Ling rice more attentively, and after a while, the first season of rice she had carefully cultivated in this area was finally about to be harvested! When the time comes, she doesn't expect a salary commission, and the small reward sect should be able to send a point, right?

In the breeze, a few acres of fields, the rice waves are undulating, and there are bursts of rustling sounds, as if telling a mysterious story.

The sun was setting in the distance, and the colorful glow dyed half of the sky red like red silk, and the breeze caressed her cheeks, making her inexplicably calm and faintly excited.

In the past, she was afraid of dirt and insects, and she never imagined that she could grow rice alone, but in this world, she tried to adapt and survive, but now she can really touch the golden ears of rice, which are heavy.

As soon as she exhaled and inhaled, her mind worked unconsciously, and the surrounding aura rolled up in small volumes, gently pouring into her body, residing in the dantian.

She felt relaxed and happy, and the aura in her body was sufficient, faintly about to break through the barrier of a layer.

Just as she was about to go back to cultivate again, she found that the field that she was very proud of just now revealed a little yellow that she was familiar with.

Lin Qing looked at the little yellow chicken hiding in the corner with an incorrigible expression, jumping and pecking at Linggu.

This product has been really proud recently, as the Linggu matures, a piece of yellow canton, which can be regarded as the best cover for it, and it can spoil her best piece of grain.

The vegetables that used to plague her, now the millet she planted is poured out, what a cruelty to her!

She grabbed the back of its neck, lifted the little yellow chicken, her face was long, and her voice was about to squeeze into a diamond shape: "Little yellow, how many times have I told you, don't peck at the growing rice, there are so many grains on the ground, eat those!" ”

Before he finished speaking, the little yellow chicken struggled to get out, and without looking at her stark resentful face, he swished into the rice bush and disappeared.

Lin Qing was angry, she was a human head and a dog's head, so she took in such a guy!

That night, she practiced as usual.

A few weeks later, she noticed that something was wrong, how could a small lump appear in the center of the dantian spirit cyclone?

What is it? Her heart shuddered.

Slowly approaching, it is a bead, a little dark green in the middle, quietly suspended, a little familiar.

Flashes of light, remembered! She almost swallowed her tongue, isn't this the bead that accidentally slipped into her mouth in the first place?!

It's a big deal!

This thing that belongs to the digestive system, not only has it not been excreted from the body, but has been lying in wait in her body for so long, what is the attempt?

Now I'm running to the dantian again!