"Okay, it's late today, that's all for the story, let's disperse."

In the dilapidated courtyard, Cheng Lin glanced at the sky, and with a hint of malice, announced the end of the story when it was about to reach its first big climax.

Commonly known as: out of context

"Huh? Is it late? ”

"Mr. Ezreal, can you say more? What happened to Han Li next? I don't think I can sleep at all. A villager cried.

"yes, I can't sleep either, anyway, the food is already sufficient, I don't need to go into the mountains to hunt tomorrow, I think I can listen to a story for one night."

Said a villager from a hunting party.

The rest of the villagers nodded almost all of them.

In this age of lack of entertainment, noble dragons, or high-status dragon servants are fine, and dragon servants like them at the lowest level have little spiritual entertainment to speak of.

Today, I suddenly heard such a mysterious story, and the shock in my heart can be imagined.

In particular, they have always regarded this story of "mortal cultivation of immortals" as a real fact that happened in the world, so they were more involved.

In order to make it easier for these people to understand, Cheng Lin deliberately made a lot of changes to the background of the story to make it easier to understand.

This is also the reason why he chose the book "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals".

Urban, sci-fi, two-dimensional...... There is no need to think about it, even if it is said, these villagers are completely incomprehensible.

Cheng Lin could only pick some stories with ancient backgrounds and put on his fictional lord background.

Conceptually substituting the immortals with the magical dragons so that they can both understand and feel that it is a very different country from where they are.

And the way the online story is written is full of attraction, for this group of "little whites" in the era of dragons, the lethality is extremely huge, and Cheng Lin has no doubt that they can listen to it all night.

"Okay, okay, don't make any noise, you don't want to rest, but Mr. Ezreal still needs to rest, get up, clean up the yard, and go back to sleep!"

In the midst of the uproar, the village chief with the highest prestige stood up and said.

The villagers closed their mouths and began to get up slowly, but they were still obviously reluctant to leave.

Even Rai looked dissatisfied.

Cheng Lin could only cough when he saw it, and said:

"It's too late today, let's go back and rest first, and I may have to talk here for a while in the next few days, if I want to hear it, I'll tell you later."

"Really?"

"That's great!"

When the villagers heard this, they were finally satisfied, and they tirelessly cleaned up the yard, picked up the bamboo sticks and everything, and then left together.

When the people left, Cheng Lin found that Lai had already lit the stove in the house, laid the earthen kang, and the "sweet potato" jumped up skillfully.

"Mr. Ezreal......"

"You go to sleep first, I still need to practice for a while."

Cheng Lin explained with a smile.

Through Han Li's story, the villagers had already understood the meaning of the unfamiliar word "cultivation", and they also knew that Cheng Lin was also an "immortal cultivator".

Hearing that he was going to cultivate, Lai naturally didn't dare to disturb, nodded, and went back to sleep.

Leaving Cheng Lin alone to sit in the dilapidated courtyard, looking at the world that suddenly cooled down, he took a deep breath and looked up at the starry sky.

A thin cloud obscured the moon, but not the stars, and although hundreds of millions of years had passed, the starry sky remained largely unchanged.

If some of the stars were extinguished in this long time, Cheng Lin would not be able to see it.

"Compared to the lifespan of the stars, the life of a human being is indeed too short."

couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Cheng Lin couldn't help but think of the story he had just told, and immediately felt a little leisurely in his heart, after the revival of the aura, those stories that seemed unattainable suddenly became no longer so ethereal.

"What is the ultimate goal of cultivation? Perhaps, I will never get an answer in my life. ”

Shaking his head and putting these emotions aside, Cheng Lin meditated cross-legged, condensed his spiritual power into a bundle, turned on "synaesthesia", and spread to the "Udon City" in the vast dark night.

After the first mission was posted, there was no movement.

Cheng Lin didn't know what the next plot would be, but he guessed that it was probably related to the city.

……

……

It is quite far away from the small mountain village where Cheng Lin is located.

In the middle of an open plain, stands a city.

It was a majestic city that was far larger than Udon City, but the difference was that it was not built on flat ground, but on a huge high mountain.

It was a mountain with an altitude of several thousand meters.

The cities built by the dragon servants were densely distributed from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, but the higher it went, the fewer the buildings, and the larger the scale.

The summit of this mountain is flat.

On this knife-like cross-section, there stands an incomparably majestic hall.

Just one pillar is hundreds of meters.

The palace has a strange shape, the top is spiral-shaped, straight into the sky, spewing out colorful brilliance, flickering light and darkness, like life.

In this silent night, it seems to have stood for thousands of years.

Suddenly.

A ray of fire appeared out of thin air in the pitch-black star, and the fire easily broke through the dragon's magic barrier and bloomed at the main entrance of the main hall, and in the scarlet blazing flames, a huge dragon clad in crimson phosphorus armor gradually revealed.

With heavy steps, it quickly walked into the middle of the main hall.

In this incomparably empty and magnificent space, there is a bronze table case hundreds of meters long.

And beside the table, there is a powerful, deep shadow.

"Love Ledlede! Have you found a solution? ”

The fiery red dragon spoke, asking the shadow.

With each syllable he exhaled, a wisp of flame shook off his massive body.

The figure standing on the edge of the grand bronze table did not immediately answer, but only asked, "What about Aldington?" Didn't come? ”

The fiery red dragon roared, and two scarlet flames erupted from between its mouth and nose:

"When will it care about such a thing?"

"That's right."

The figure at the bronze table seemed to smile, and before the flame dragon was about to rage, he said, "I have not found a solution, but I have unexpectedly gained a little inspiration from the unpredictable fate. ”

"What revelation?"

The hall fell silent.

The figure standing at the long bronze table finally turned, and a claw covered in dark gray phosphorus armor peeked out of the boundless shadows.

Suddenly, surging magical power emerged.

In the multicolored divine light, a parchment roll slowly fell and unfolded like a withered yellow autumn leaf.

And on this leather scroll, there is a lifelike portrait:

It was a strange-looking, "freak" "dragon servant", with a gentle, confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, in the main hall, an unquestionable voice, or order, echoed:

"Find him!"

……

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