"Tingquan, what's going on over there at Wanfa Gate?" The mature voice seems to come out of the void, and the elegant but peaceful female voice makes people involuntarily quiet.

Hearing this voice, the young monk in the Taoist robe immediately bowed, this person's face is like a crown of jade, the temperament is gentle, it looks like a little bit of a Taoist feeling, if you are a little older, as long as you go to that station, you don't even need a signboard, there will be a large number of customers running up to ask him to tell a fortune or something.

"Teacher......"

"Huh?"

As soon as the young man who heard the sound and looked up wanted to speak, the female voice suddenly made a stern nasal voice.

"Ahem, that, Yun Qingzi, the sixty-four hexagram computer has begun to be built, because the ocean mining has begun, and the progress is acceptable, but is that Yunxue really credible? In addition, we now have common sense from the outside world, why not pick a few groups of ......" The young monk known as Tingquan immediately withdrew the next word "Gong" under the effect of the desire to survive, and changed it to call the Tao, although this is a bit big and small, but who makes the old man like it?

From Tingquan's mouth, the female voice who asked the question was Yun Qingzi who told Feng Xue the story at the beginning, I saw her groan slightly, and then spoke: "The matter here is very complicated, the dragon vein recovery itself ten years ago is a bit strange, you don't need to understand, as long as you know that this matter has cause and effect with Yun Xue, this is a summons from the Gao Yuan Immortal Realm, although it is not explicitly stated, but looking at his powerful divine soul, maybe it is the reincarnation of a certain Gao Yuan Great Power after resurrecting the dragon vein with his own martyrdom, since we owe him cause and effect, Naturally, it has to be returned. ”

"......" listened to Quan Leng for a moment, and then sighed, "I just think Penglai Island won't last long......"

"It's okay, you just need to wait for the sixty-four hexagram server to be built, and you'll know......" Yun Qing bought a pass, turned around and went back to the quiet room, while Tingquan looked out of the window with a sad face-

As you gaze at the spring, you can see the rolling mountains and the sea that surrounds the mountains and plains, and this is an island in the middle of the sea.

There are many peaks on the island, but on each steep or magnificent mountaintop, you can always see one or two classical and gorgeous buildings, that kind of style, that kind of temperament, is by no means something that can be felt in modern society.

The air is so fresh, the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, the wind is so refreshing, but compared with this seemingly wonderful natural environment, a sense of loneliness is always in the air-

At the foot of the mountain, the plain area that should have been more suitable for habitation is rarely inhabited, and there is only one city or something, which is a small city located at the foot of the mountain, and that mountain is the mountain where Tingquan is located at the moment, and the building on the top of the mountain is also the most quaint and atmospheric of all the buildings on the whole island.

It is a kind of wonderful charm that modern designers can't show no matter how much they hollow out their minds and how antique they are.

And that sense of loneliness comes from the town under the mountain, and if there is a reason, it is three words - "incongruity".

And it's not a little incongruous, not only with the modern city, but also with the ancient city that normal people know.

There is no hawker on the street, no smoke in every house, although there are pedestrians, but there is no noise like the downtown area, whether it is a monk dressed in a long shirt and dressed in dust, or a peasant in coarse cloth clothes with a weathered face, it seems to have an accurate purpose, and even make people feel a little mechanical.

In addition to these trivial matters, the most important point is that there are not many children in this city.

Yes, he walked all this way, and he didn't see a few children!

This is not normal! Whether in ancient or modern times, unless it is a university town or an industrial area, there are definitely not only a few children on the streets.

In addition, there are occasional young people of about eighteen or nineteen years old, but they all look dull, of course, if you describe it as mentally mature, it may sound better.

The city is getting old...... In every sense of the word.

The only city under the mountain is already old, which may be the reason for listening to Quan's sentence - "Penglai can't last long", right?

However, in this "aging" environment, there are four places that are incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole island.

On one of the peaks in the southwest of the island, countless young and middle-aged people dressed in Taoist or Confucian robes are gathering together, watching them keep kneading all kinds of dirt, sand and stones in their hands, as if they were some kind of figure prototype exchange meeting.

However, the finished product they rubbed out was not a plastic villain, but a rather modern chip and circuit board, looking at their heated discussion, and from time to time bursting out a few professional terms, with the classical clothing is so weird.

One is located on the edge of the island, where there are about forty or fifty people, guarding the beach, and from time to time there are people with bubbles on their bodies out of the water, some of them carry big fish, some carry stones, whenever someone comes ashore, there are onlookers running up, taking out a tape measure, weighing pans and other things to weigh his harvest, and those who harvest less will be laughed at by those who harvest more, and then put on the bubbles and jump into the water again.

At this time, someone grabbed him, pressed it on the prepared bench, and handed him a bowl of clear soup, which seemed to be just a light soup made of ordinary vegetables, but everyone drank it and cherished it, and the scene seemed to be happy.

In another place, not far from the aging city, on the plain, this plain is a little too flat, not even the height difference, as if it was artificially mined, at this time there are thousands of girls in green skirts, using gourds to sprinkle a little spiritual liquid into the earth, and then countless shoots emerge from the soil.

With the chanting of the maidens, it will not take a moment or three for the crops to ripen, and then there are young men in green robes carefully harvesting, although the crops seem to come easily, but everyone's attitude is cautious, as if it is not a ripening crop, but a treasure that is hard to find.

The last place was located in the quiet room where Yun Qingzi was, and at this time there were about sixty children who looked to be under ten years old, and they were the last children on the island.

As an elder of the Fa, Yun Qing is pointing out something with a modern book that is very contrasting with the quaint environment, and the children seem to be very interested in this kind of book printed with colored paints, and they are very serious about learning, although Yun Qing often says something "This is a tool used by those stupid people who have not learned the Ganlin Mantra well to extinguish fires", "This is the sport of those fools who have not learned the Divine Charm well to compete who can run faster", "This is the xx used by those xxx who have not learned the xxx well" and other words.