Paper house.

In a quadruple bedroom.

The Eye Legend Four settled down.

After a little half a day of exploration and adaptation, I found that life is not as exciting as I imagined, basically three things:

Practice, learn side hustles, and clean up.

As for the raiders of the red-clothed royal sister?

I really don't know how to attack it, and now it's a soldier under someone's hands.

At this time, after entering the hidden vein, it was just like the daily life of the classical immortal sect they imagined.

The atmosphere of the hidden vein is very harmonious, even a little laid-back.

The dignified Demon Gate does not conform to the cruel temperament at all.

But if you think about it carefully, the disciples who came to the hidden vein were all the targets of "campus bullying" and were forcibly oppressed to worship their ancestors.

At the bottom of the food chain, it is normal to not have that arrogant and evil aura.

However, such an ancient, classical, and quaint sect routine made them unaccustomed to it.

This is too old-fashioned.

Sure enough, some things still produce beauty from distance.

"What to do, I miss the thrill of striking iron."

In the room, his eyes were swollen and he scratched his head, "My hands are itching! I also want to bully the murderer, play script killing in the black shop inn, and catch NPCs."

"The boar can't eat fine chaff, so you love to toss." Blind ignored him and whispered, "Can't you catch NPCs here?"

His swollen eyes gradually lit up, and he slapped his thigh: "That's right, we can catch NPCs here!"

Dazzling was sitting cross-legged when she suddenly opened her eyes and said, "I have discovered that we are now sharing cultivation."

"Indeed."

The bags under his eyes whispered, "I also sensed it, and the meridians under our necks are like a wireless network, dense and complex."

"It's kind of interesting to cultivate." Blind said, "This game is completely non-mainstream! A bunch of heads, a body, bursting, bursting!"

It felt like walking through a labyrinth and opening up the huge body under the neck.

They cultivated for a while, and they felt a little slow, dripping through the stones.

The sharing economy is the cow.

Perhaps, they can feel the body by opening up the meridians, and draw a map of the entire human body maze to provide more information.

After cultivating for a while, a few of them stood up and went around to inquire for news.

The alchemy room was closed, and there was occasional heat coming from inside, as if someone was alchemizing, and there was a sign on the door that said "Do Not Disturb".

The medicine garden was not allowed to enter, for fear of hurting the spirit grass.

But when they took a look outside, the medicine garden was small and an indoor room with a device similar to aura atomization inside.

It's a lot like the batch of equipment ordered by the mason.

But the medicine garden here is obviously very small, far less than the area they spent a lot of money on the mountain to prepare, after all, they have to cultivate a large area.

"The preliminary speculation is that it may be cultivated in the blood separation flower." Dazzling whispered.

"Not necessarily, in the alchemy room, the herbs refined in it may come from here." Eye bag analysis.

After walking a few laps, I came to the talisman room.

There are pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the mahogany tables, and some talismans are hung on the walls.

Talisman!

Several people's eyes lit up.

It's a good career.

In front of a few tables, a few people are drawing symbols and practicing calligraphy.

"Aren't you bored after 800 years?" Dazzle and others can't hold back their loneliness.

"Just here, huh?"

The scarecrow who drew the talisman looked up:

"How have we been for 800 years? The early batch of seniors died en masse, and now the oldest Hidden Vein Monk came in more than eighty years ago, and I only came in more than ten years ago, but it's really boring."

Dazzling nodded, deep

I thought so.

It's so healthy here!

It's not so much calm and peaceful as lifeless.

I've been here for a long time day after day, and everyone has no passion, no desire, just like a lying flat person after giving up the involution of demon cultivation.

The scarecrow said:

"Living a long life is not necessarily good! This life is not in vain if you live a wonderful life, so no one wants to be destined to enter the hidden vein even if you live for a long time."

"Of course, it is precisely this that is well understood, so you don't know the existence of our hidden veins on the mountain, and you only know when you enter."

"Huh?" Dazzled and curious: "So, the tail of the crane that disappears every year to worship the ancestors, thinking that it is sent to death, is actually fake death and enter the hidden vein?"

"Hmm." A scarecrow sighed, "Everyone thinks that our Ten Ancestors are crazy and cruel, and they kill the great demon cultivators who sacrifice their ancestors every year, but in fact, she is very good to us and would rather bear this infamy."

A few people were stunned.

The scarecrow added, "She told us that this notoriety is not bad, that their internal competition will always squeeze out the weakest, and that it is good for those who have no future to enter the hidden vein."

The dazzling four people were very moved.

She's really, I'm crying to death!

The red-clothed royal sister is actually a good person.

They also reacted suddenly.

Why Qizu is proud: We are traditional demon cultivators, regular demon cultivators!

Because the world of cultivating immortals is the weak.

Their family may have been cruel to the outside world, looting caravans and doing many evil things to plunder resources.

But there is still a lot of unity inside.

This is the way of survival of a regular traditional demon cultivator!

It's like the villain in the force, the unity is incomparable, the small ones are beaten, and the old ones must appear, highlighting a unity.

Dazzled a few people around and found that everyone was lifeless.

The only interesting place is the library, and it is the only place for these people to pass the time, otherwise they will get sick if they live like this.

However, there is a limit to daily access to the library.

The dazzled four of them whispered.

"There must be good things in the collection of books."

"That's for sure, after all, the hidden veins can only enter and not exit, and I'm not afraid that you will take the cheats out, so it should be unguarded here and look at it casually!"

Their eyes grew brighter.

Ordinary people can only enter but not exit, but they are different.

They have an audience perspective and can secretly write them down to the blacksmith outside.

At the same time, if they are tired and bored, they can directly commit suicide and go back outside.

Now they have a way out.

Then, according to the location of the scarecrow of the talisman man, they found the oldest scarecrow here.

The other party was sweeping the floor, leisurely holding a broom, as if he had been living here for more than 80 years.

"A hundred years ago, the war against bandits?"

The scarecrow had a look of memory.

"The Hidden Vein didn't go on the expedition at that time, and I was dead when I came, and I was

Dazzled and the others were stunned.

Sure enough, as expected.

The hidden vein was gone before the Bandit War, and even the Zero Ancestor Giant couldn't be activated in that battle.

Now this batch of hidden veins is new.

They asked for a while, but nothing came out.

I just heard: "That time to suppress the bandits, it is said that the bottle ancestor was responsible, after all, the other party attacked from the bottle ancestor's side."

"You know, the three ancestors can't shoot at the same time in the three corners, they can only send out two charged attacks from a distance."

"At that time, it was the Bottle Ancestor and the modern monks of the mountain villa who fought together, and only they knew the specifics."

Hearing this, the eye legend sorted out the truth.

The bottle ancestor is really miserable.

The last time you fought a bandit, you also hit him there?

At the moment, they are still in the resurrection CD.

No, there are not only those two puppets in his hands, but there may be several, which were lost in that battle!

And now we've shaved all his wool: the last two puppets.

A puppeteer has nothing left, it's too miserable!

Expected to compete for the most miserable person of the year.

"Alas, why is it our Bottle Ancestor who is injured?" Dazzling emotion.

"Bah, that's what we beat him." Bags under the eyes complained.

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