The world says that there was a crane on the crane mountain, so it got this name.

This kind of legend has long been unverifiable, but the first major sect in ten miles and eight townships, Baihemen, is indeed located here.

In addition to a set of white crane boxing techniques, the white crane gate is slightly famous in Chen Guo, and the other famous ones are the group of white cranes raised in the door.

The white crane is not an immortal crane, it cannot control flight, nor can it fight with the enemy, it seems to be just a vase.

But surprisingly, they actually taste very good.

Therefore, the braised crane meat of Baihemen is sold all over the country and is a famous flavor snack.

It sounds quite vulgar to burn the qin and cook cranes in the cultivation sect, but people also have to eat, don't they?

There is no such thing as a master of hundreds or thousands of years in this world.

Therefore, the Crane Garden in Baihemen is the most oily place among the sects.

Although he is only an outer disciple and can't learn such advanced kung fu as Baihequan, if he can mix things up here, his standard of living is not much higher than that of the landlord and the old wealth in the world.

At this moment, Zhang Zifan, who is digging in the back mountain, has a dream of becoming an outer door steward one day.

As a traverser, Zhang Zifan's situation is relatively miserable.

Not to mention that his parents had already sacrificed to the heavens because of the plague, and even the old road at the foot of the slope, which had worked hard to pull him up, slipped and fell on the snowy road at the end of last year and was completely paralyzed in bed.

And Zhang Zifan himself is just a partial disciple in the White Crane Garden.

How biased is this deviant disciple?

Just look at the work he's responsible for.

The majestic white crane raised by other disciples has long legs, and his every move reveals elegance, like a fairy out of the dust.

And what about Zhang Zifan?

He raises miscellaneous chickens, with thick and short legs, and his neck shrinks when he walks, like a country girl who has never seen the world.

Even if the village girl and the fairy turn off the lights, and the miscellaneous chicken and the white crane light the fire, their tastes are actually similar.

But the braised white crane is more than a hundred times more expensive than the braised chicken thigh.

This is called different styles and different realms, palace jade liquor, one hundred and eighty glasses, Zhang Zifan he understands.

Although I am not jealous of the brothers who raise cranes, I still have to have dreams to be a man.

At present, Zhang Zifan's dream is to become the champion of the next Chicken King Competition and become the manager of the chicken garden.

Even if the chicken garden steward is not as decent as the crane garden steward, it is not a chicken head.

With such a dream, Zhang Zifan built two baskets of clay, used all his strength to eat, and staggered back to his hut with a flat shoulder.

Picking up these clays, Zhang Zifan plans to pinch a patchwork exercise place for his chickens.

This is no nonsense.

In this world, although there is no peerless master who shatters the void at every turn and rises to the top, it is not comparable to the low-martial world of Zhang Zifan's previous life.

Here, human beings can prolong their lives and move mountains through martial arts cultivation, and animals can also cultivate to become refined and open up spiritual wisdom.

Of course, the miscellaneous chickens in Zhang Zifan's hands can't open their minds, but if they move more and practice more, their meat quality will be greatly improved and become more delicious.

Putting the soil down and mixing it with the spring water in the mountains, Zhang Zifan began to knead the soil.

The place for chickens to exercise is Zhang Zifan's backyard.

There is not much else on Heming Mountain, but it is the most wasteland, so Zhang Zifan casually built a fence and surrounded himself with a big yard.

Punch after punch hammered the clay, and the clay became dense.

Zhang Zifan casually ripped off a large piece of clay and bent over to squat on the ground.

This group of stupid chickens is extremely lazy, and Zhang Zifan decided to build a high platform first.

In the future, they will feed on it, and the miscellaneous chickens will have to flutter their wings and fly up to peck at it.

That's a lot of exercise!

Thinking like this, Zhang Zifan put the clay on the ground.

Suddenly, Zhang Zifan noticed that a small piece of golden something was exposed outside the soil.

"Gold?"

In this world, whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, gold is a thing that can be used.

Zhang Zifan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached out to dig it out.

For a moment, his eyes widened and he fainted.

When I woke up again, the scorching sun was already in the sky.

Zhang Zifan squinted his eyes and saw that it was already noon.

But what was even more shocking than being dizzy for three or four hours was that Zhang Zifan suddenly had a god list system in his mind.

This system does not have any intelligent assistants, nor does it issue tasks, so it has a high degree of freedom.

It only gave Zhang Zifan an ultimate goal - to control the immortal realm and rebuild the heavenly court.

As a traverser, Zhang Zifan quickly accepted the fact that he finally had a golden finger.

At this moment, there is an operation panel in front of him that is invisible to others, and various functional blocks are densely listed on it.

The first thing Zhang Zifan noticed was the map of the fairy world.

"This fairy world looks quite big, but it doesn't seem to have rivers, lakes and seas, it's a bit monotonous. ”

This was Zhang Zifan's first reaction when he saw the map.

But when he looked at the map for the second time, his face became strange.

"Here is a long side, followed by a right angle, and not far away is a notch......"

Zhang Zifan's face darkened, because he found that the fairy map in the system was exactly the same as his own courtyard!

Unrelentingly, Zhang Zifan threw a brick into the yard.

In the next moment, in the map, an immortal mountain fell in the fairy world......

“......”

Just when Zhang Zifan was speechless about the so-called "fairy world", the system suddenly popped up a prompt.

"Nine Yin Ancestor asks for Ascension, do you agree?"

"What?"

Zhang Zifan was taken aback, can this system still be connected to the Internet?

The problem is that he doesn't know this Nine Yin Ancestor either!

Zhang Zifan decisively clicked no.

The ID was so ugly, Zhang Zifan said that he didn't want to connect with him.

......

Meanwhile.

Thousands of miles away from the Chen Kingdom, the Tang Dynasty Demon Cloud Mountains.

Two hundred years ago, the remnants of the Nine Yin Sect, which stirred up the entire Tang Dynasty and terrified countless cultivators, are dormant here.

At this time, on the Demon Cloud Mountain Range, which was already full of poisonous fog, there was a howling wind, and the black clouds destroyed the city, a scene like the end of the world.

Suddenly, several lightning bolts like silver snakes poured out from between the black clouds and swooped down towards one of the inconspicuous hills.

"Senior brother, protect the Dharma for me! Thief God, if the old man can't go further today, even if the bones are broken and the ashes are here, what does it matter!"

An old voice that did not resemble a human voice sounded, and it was clearly audible even in the midst of the rolling thunder.

On the top of the hill, a gray-haired old man flickered and moved between the electric lights in the sky, like a mad demon.

"Senior brother, I feel it, I feel the broken void, the glimmer of life that the avenue is one!

It turns out that the shattered void and the ascension of the day are not nonsense, the upper realm really exists!"

"Ahhh

"Thief God, why, why did you refuse me to leave me, the old man has been rich in nature, and he has been practicing hard for 280 years, why do you refuse me!!

I'm not convinced!

I'm not convinced!!"

After a few moments, the sky was calm, and the clouds were light and breezy, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that the hill is already half an inch shorter.

And a green-robed and black-haired Taoist stood silently in front of a brand-new tomb, stroked a white banner in his hand, and muttered to himself:

"The sun is rising, not in vain...... The sun is rising, not in vain......

Senior brother, although I don't have your natural resources, but my luck is above you, with this treasure, I may be able to win the world!"

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