Entering from a narrow alley, Fang Yan came to a stone gatehouse, took out a jade plaque from the bracelet, and gently swiped forward, and the stone door in front of him "creaked" open. The entrance is a small courtyard, surrounded by more than ten rooms, and this is where the immortal people named Li Moyun who pretend to be in the dialect live in the city.

Walking to the door in the middle of the room, Fang Yan took out another black round jade plate, and after slightly urging the mana, the door opened gently, and Fang Yan walked in quickly. Immediately, a human race came out of it, looking forty years old, with a cautious look, it was this immortal slave who left Mo Yun.

This person didn't have a name, but after being bought by Mo Yun a few years ago, he gave him a random name for convenience, called Ah Shuang, and helped him with household chores on weekdays. In fact, the place rented by Mo Yun is very small, and there are only two rooms connected inside and outside, so there is not much to do at all, and there is no need to spend the already tight spirit stone to buy a famous immortal slave.

But the atmosphere in this immortal city is like this, if there is no human immortal slave, the immortal people who have to do everything themselves will be looked down upon by others. Li Mo Yun's background is equivalent to casual cultivation, although the friends he made are all small people, but it is inevitable to move around each other, in order not to make people laugh, he gritted his teeth and bought Ah Shuang.

When Fang Yan entered the door, he could see at a glance that Ah Shuang's body had mana fluctuations, but it was extremely weak, just like a monk who had just started, and the mana fluctuations were also extremely unstable, thinking that it was the reason for the lack of exercises. This is the most common situation of Terran monks in the Immortal City, and those who are born with spiritual roots will be helped to become monks by people who raise immortal slaves, hoping to sell them for a good price in the future.

"The master has returned, and he has worked hard, do you have any orders for the little slave to do?" Ah Shuang asked with a humble face. In this immortal city, the human race has lived in such a state for thousands of years until now, relying on a certain immortal clan or a certain force, surviving for a long time to save his life, and submitting to the rules formulated by the immortal people. Don't dare to give birth to the slightest rebellion.

This kind of mindset formed over the years has penetrated into the blood of every human race in the Immortal City, and there are very few people who dare to deny and resist, as if this is the fate of the Terran monks born in the Immortal City. Fang Yan's heart was full of deep sighs, after all, they were all the same ancestors and ancestors, how could they not have pity for what happened to these people.

Chong Ashuang waved his hand, and Fang Yan casually took out a jade box and threw it to him. It contained the low-grade elixir that he had collected from Li Mo Yun, and then he came to the inner room without saying a word. He also used gestures to tell Ah Shuang not to disturb him. The dialect didn't open from the moment he entered the door, it wasn't that he didn't want to speak, in fact, he had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he was not familiar with the language of the immortal people, and he was afraid of revealing flaws in front of people.

And from the first time he saw Ah Shuang, Fang Yan was thinking about whether to cut him down to the roots, after all, he had been with Mo Yun for several years, and he knew the living habits of this immortal clan very well, and it was easy to find the subtle differences in Fang Yan. And this is where dialects are the hardest to overcome.

In the end, Fang Yan still couldn't be ruthless, just thinking about trying to make as little contact with him as possible for now, and wait for a period of observation before making a decision. Therefore, after the dialect entered the door, he didn't even say a word to him, and went straight inside.

After that, he will spend some time trying to familiarize himself with the life of the immortal people as soon as possible, understand the customs and past of this immortal city, and at the same time secretly observe Ah Shuang's actions. If there is any possibility of threatening his safety, he can only be killed at that time.

When he got inside, Fang Yan sat down cross-legged at a small table, and casually picked up a wooden book on the table and read it. This is a unique thing of the Immortal Clan, I don't know what material it is made of, and it is engraved with small characters as thin as the tip of a needle. You don't need to use your divine sense to see clearly, similar to the books commonly used by mortals, but the content recorded in the book is much larger.

However, Ah Shuang's face outside was very complicated at the moment, his face was full of irrepressible doubts and relief, mixed with bursts of excitement and uneasiness, and the hand holding the jade box trembled uncontrollably. The last time I was rewarded with an elixir by the Immortal Clan, I don't remember how many years ago. In his career of constantly being resold and changing masters, in addition to being punished, where is he fortunate to be rewarded, even the spirit stone he has not seen for many years.

He has also been with this master for a few years, and although his temperament is not perverse, he will never have a good face for his human race, and like other immortal people who have served him, they will not treat him as the same thing at all. How could this immortal person's performance be so strange today, there were actually three pills in the jade box that was rewarded to him, which was extremely rare for him, and his heart was excited, but also became nervous, and faintly a little suspicious.

Seeing that this immortal person's behavior is so abnormal, he doesn't bother to talk to him, and he doesn't know what makes him dissatisfied. Ah Shuangwu was worried about his fate, and he didn't know that there was a divine consciousness in it that was always watching him, watching all his actions.

For a month, Fang Yan was nested in this small room, in addition to constantly looking through the books, he would also take out a few jade slips from the bracelet from time to time, and then practice for a while according to the exercises recorded above, and then stop to think for a long time.

These are the exercises and spells of the immortal clan, from the hands of the two immortal people he killed, with their identities, what kind of good goods can these exercises be, the dialect is just a little bit of cultivation at will, in order to hide his identity. However, although the level of the exercises was not high, the cultivation of these days also allowed him to discover some characteristics of the immortal exercises.

Whether it is a spell or a practice route, the immortal exercises are similar to the Daomen exercises, the cultivation pays attention to neutrality and peace, the first priority is qualification and foundation, except that the cultivation process is more complicated, there seems to be little difference in other aspects. It's just that in comparison, the immortal exercises are more conservative, and the spells lack changes, and it may be that the exercises obtained by the dialect are too low-level, and you can see more clearly if you know more in the future.

And in the past month, Fang Yan has also learned more about this huge immortal city, and it is impossible for the soul search alone to know so in such detail. It is said that this fairy city has existed for tens of thousands of years, starting with only the center of the floating island, and then gradually expanding the fairy city to the entire giant island as the number of people on the island increased dramatically.

Looking at these descriptions, he couldn't help but exclaim, this floating island was bigger than he imagined, with a radius of 100,000 li, and the whole island was floating on the sea like this, floating aimlessly. In fact, the direction of travel of this giant floating island can be controlled, and it is in the hands of the eight super families of the fairy city, who are the real masters of this fairy city.

In addition, there are countless large and small families in the city, but the sect and other forces are not allowed. Even forces such as the Shang Alliance could not exist, and the entire floating island had long been divided up by large and small families, and the nascent forces could not gain a foothold at all. The fairy city built on the island has also occupied all the vacant land, and such a huge island is a super fairy city that is connected.

How many people should live in the city, even if it is just a sparse and random residence, trying to fill the entire immortal city. At least billions of dollars. What's more, when the dialect came all the way, I saw with my own eyes that there were many shops and buildings along the road. The streets are bustling with pedestrians, and this is still a relatively remote part of the city, and the bustling area is still unknown.

"Could it be that there will be tens of billions of people? A fairy city of this scale is too scary, right?" Fang Yan held an ordinary book, his face full of disbelief. An immortal city, but with such a huge population, although there is a mixture of immortals and humans, even the immortal tribe is probably far more than the population of the entire South Vietnam.

And the immortal clan can cultivate by nature. In other words, this immortal city has a very large group of cultivators, and on such a huge base, how can the number of Yuan Ying and Jindan monks be scarce, which is equivalent to hundreds or thousands of times that of Nanyue. This made Fang Yan, a fake immortal person, nervous, but also more and more firm in his judgment, if there was a way out of this secret realm, he would definitely find clues in the city.

But his future situation has also become very dangerous. After all, the ontology of the dialect is the human race, and there are probably very few human races who have cultivated in the city to the foundation building period, and once they are discovered by those high-level immortal people, he will die without a place to bury. This put the dialect in a dilemma, not only trying to find clues, but also carefully avoiding places where high-level immortals might appear. If you want to do it, you must be very familiar with this fairy city.

These days, the dialect not only knows more about this fairy city, but also knows a lot about the customs in the city, except for some strangeness in language, the others are more and more like an immortal people. In this regard, he had already thought of a way, which was to slowly make his pronunciation more authentic by talking to Ah Shuang, and then choose a few places where it was unlikely that high-level immortals would go. Go out and look for clues to the return.

Through close observation these days, especially after he deliberately threw out a few pills to test it, Fang Yan found that Ah Shuang's heart was simple and simple, and even a little content with the status quo, this kind of character did not match his age, perhaps the result of being trapped in one place for a long time without contact with the outside world. Speaking of which, he is about the same age as Fang Yan, but he doesn't have much scheming and calculation, like a caged bird raised by people, who only knows how to bury his head in his own business.

It is precisely because of this that Fang Yan dares to use him to practice the language, and besides, he is also going to set up a formation in his residence, and when he goes out in the future, he will be banned here, and he will not be allowed to have any contact with the outside world at all, all for the sake of insurance. Fang Yan pretended to take a break after cultivation, and casually asked about what happened during this time, just a simple question or two, and never said much.

Ah Shuang was even more honestly afraid, he was already a little worried about being resold by dialects, where would there be a better place to go at his age, these days he had no time to think about the strangeness of dialects, and he was thinking about his own things. Listening to the dialect questioning, Ah Shuang honestly talked about the things at home, and after a few words, he had nothing to say, and what could he say if he was bored at home every day.

Who knows the dialect but listens to it interestingly, and even asked how he feels about being here for a few years, the more Ah Shuang listens, the more frightened he becomes, this posture is really going to resell him, otherwise ask what to do. But in the end, he saw Fang Yan's face showing satisfaction, how could he know what Fang Yan was thinking, and his heart was even more uneasy.

In the next few days, Ah Shuang's mood slowly calmed down, and almost every day the dialect would take the time to ask questions, and even inquire about his origins, which made Ah Shuang surprised and inexplicable. It seems that no immortal person cares about this, they are just using a human race like himself as a tool to do things, but since the dialect asked, he had to say it as it was. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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