There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 189
  Mozhou Road, Ningyuan County.

A hundred years ago, due to an act of extermination of demons by Feng Miao, Wang Ping and Cheng Ji, people in the entire county lost their lives and the entire city was turned into ruins.

It also indirectly led to the turmoil on Mozhou Road, causing millions of casualties and breaking up countless families.

A hundred years later, no one here knows what happened back then. There is only a marked old site in the north of the county. Now it is just a holy place for children to explore.

Time makes people forget everything...

There is also a pavilion in the south of the new county seat, but there are many buildings nearby, not as dilapidated as Ningyuan County a hundred years ago.

Close to the county city wall are various taxation and city defense buildings, and behind them are teahouses and inns, and there are also hook-and-rail places in the alleys behind.

Outside a teahouse on the outskirts, the air that was dry due to the sea breeze was filled with yellow sand brought by the official road. A young waiter lowered his head and cursed the wind and sand blown by the weather. When he looked up and saw the guests, his face was filled with tears. It's a smile.

"Guest officer, what would you like?"

The waiter's eyes reflected a young traveler in ordinary gray clothes. As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at the dusty saber on his waist.

"Have a cup of tea."

"Okay, young hero, please wait a moment..." The waiter quickly wiped the table clean, turned around and said hello to the visitor, then quickly ran back to the tea shop and sang in his unique singing tone, "Dear guest One person and a pot of good tea.”

The 'young hero' mentioned by the waiter is Wang Ping, who rushed here in disguise. He used the characteristics of the wood spirit to change his appearance, and used the identity prepared by the Qianmu Temple Internal Affairs Bureau. The name registered in Daozang Hall was Liu. Well, a practicing swordsman who had just learned the family swordsmanship received an escort and was about to be sent to an inn in Hushan Guohai City.

Not long after, the waiter ran back to the shop and came out again, holding a steaming kettle in his hand.

"Objective, your tea." The waiter put down the teapot in his hand, and someone happened to sit down next to him. Judging from his appearance, he should be a young man traveling around, with a servant at his side.

When the waiter went to greet the new guests, Wang Ping picked up the teapot and took out the empty bowl to pour tea. At this time, Yu Lian stretched out a small head from the cuff of his left arm, spit out the snake letter, and smelled the smell of tea. My mood suddenly deteriorated.

"It smells so strong of spices, why isn't it tea?"

Wang Ping didn't pay attention to Yu Lian's reminder. The tea shop selling tea here must be for the purpose of relieving fatigue. There must be spices in the tea to relieve fatigue, and there must also be salt. The price of a pot will not be too cheap.

After taking the first sip of tea, Wang Ping seemed to have found the scene where he was on his way to Hushan Kingdom when he was practicing Qi. He looked up at the river in the distance. The tree he used to hide in had long since disappeared, replaced by a row of private houses, hidden behind the houses. The alley is a hook-up place.

Looking towards the direction of the city wall, the position of the city wall has not changed, but the city wall is taller. There are special aisles for merchants coming and going. The city gate guards are urging the people entering the city to walk faster, while also checking the goods brought into the city by the merchants. .

What a prosperous scene in the prosperous times, it looks completely different from what it was a hundred years ago, but behind this prosperity there are also invisible hidden wounds, such as the bones buried under the hooked stage outside the city, and the rotten smell that often floats out of the river. and forced taxation in broad daylight.

"The kid next to me noticed me. He seemed to be plotting against me, and he had a faint murderous intention." Yu Lian communicated with Wang Ping in the spiritual sea, and her tone was filled with excitement, as if she had discovered What a fun thing.

"Yeah, I noticed it."

Wang Ping responded calmly, and with a slight movement of his fingers while holding up the tea cup, a 'disease talisman' with a breath of good luck penetrated into the young master's body according to Wang Ping's idea. The young master glanced at Wang Ping at this time. With the sword on his waist, he dropped some pieces of silver and ran away. He probably wanted to find help.

But until Wang Ping finished his tea slowly, the young master did not appear again.

When the sun was shining three poles, the queue at the city gate was a little smaller, so Wang Ping walked over at a speed suitable for Jianghu tourists. When the city wall guard saw Wang Ping taking out the ID card of Daozang Hall, he swallowed his request for the city entrance fee. The city is more prosperous, and there are people outside the inns entering the city. At the garrison gate next to the city wall, a few soldiers at the door must have been chatting about some happy period. The sound of laughter spread to the market in the distance, causing some people to look back.

As usual, Wang Ping went to the market to buy some fresh shrimps for Yu Lian. When passing through the main street of the county, he inadvertently planted some weed seeds to monitor whether anyone was following him.

"What will happen to that young master?"

When she was approaching the city gate, Yu Lian asked curiously.

"His hidden illness should have struck now. If he is treated in time, he can still survive. Moreover, he must stop drinking and promiscuity, otherwise it will be dangerous."

"It's really interesting. Let's see how he is doing when we get back."

"it is good!"

The two of them walked out of the county town while chatting. The official road outside was much wider than before. Pedestrians were coming and going on the road, mostly people from nearby villages, and there were also one or two caravans mixed in.

Wang Ping was still walking to the beach. Half an hour later, there were gradually fewer pedestrians on the road.

Before dark, Wang Ping saw the fishing village in his memory again. Not much had changed here, except that the houses were a little tidier, the fishing boats docked on the beach were a little bigger, the fishing nets hanging outside were more complete, and there were some people gathered in the center of the village. People are chatting.

After Wang Ping appeared dressed like a jock, the people in the village were extremely jealous. They stopped talking and looked at him. Some strong fishermen were already aiming their harpoons.

There is nothing wrong with this. Year-round life at sea makes them wary of all unknown things.

Yulian said softly: "Their emotions are very full. This is true humanity. If they can maintain this kind of humanity, even the madness like Batu's before may be able to be suppressed."

"If you are too full of emotions and can't even enter concentration, how can you practice?"

"So the practice of joining the world is wrong?"

"Being in the world is practice. After practice, you have to be in the world. Otherwise, everything is empty talk."

"Uh, that's really hard."

The two fell into silence after a brief conversation. Wang Ping walked through the village square and walked to an empty camp outside the village, found some dry firewood to light, and then took dry food to bake.

"Are you trying to practice life in the world?"

"I just try and it feels good, and some of the emotions remind me of things from a long, long time ago."

"I feel it. Maybe in the future we can try to join the world and try more identities."

"good idea!"

(End of this chapter)