Create a world of low martial arts from ancient times

Chapter 183 Taoyuan Township, Huangliang Cave Heaven, Lingjiu Taoist (Third update)

Thirty-four thousand and ninety-eight first-level immortal arts. Since the beginning of the ancient world and the beginning of cultivation, there has never been such a talent.

Now that it suddenly appeared, no holy light came down from heaven and earth, no merit was given, and there was no announcement from the whole world.

Not seeing the saint coming, he personally led him to become a disciple. The Taoist ancestor cast his purple energy to make him a saint. He was the only one who was content with it, walking slowly through the wild mountains and rivers.

"The family is well, don't worry about it, the clan leader."

This is a text message from a "caveman."

Since the news came from Luo Village, after Luo Zu set out, he had also sensed his clone in the tribe from a distance. Indeed, everything in Luo Village was fine, everyone was practicing in good order, and recently another tribesman proved to be a true immortal.

Stability and improvement are the best.

It's just that everyone is like the immortals in the world in the pot. They are still wandering in the first level and have not yet reached the second level of true immortals.

Only the deer is faster. After all, he has mastered the seven dharma brains, and his wisdom has greatly increased. Naturally, he is one step faster in practice. Now he has mastered fifty-two immortal arts. He originally only mastered forty-eight. Zu has only been out for four months, and he has already mastered four immortal arts, which is pretty good.

After all, the rest of the people are still struggling with the first and second immortal arts after becoming immortals.

Luo Zu was also not shy about praising him, and when he saw how hard he was practicing, he praised him a few more times.

As for the development and construction of the tribe, Luo Zu rarely interfered. Although Tietou often consulted, if it were not for the delay in long-distance calls, this guy would consult every day.

Luo Zu was so annoyed that he asked him: Why bother asking me if you have a thousand-year plan?

Then this guy came to ask questions with the Millennium Plan Book. He didn’t understand this, and he didn’t understand that. If he didn’t want to interfere too much in the tribe’s affairs, Luo Zu would have wanted to directly remove him from the position of clan leader and transfer it to Huo Zu. On the hands of a baby or a deer.

But then I thought about it and just blocked him.

Of course, if something big happens to the clan, his clone is still there and he can handle it on his own.

After all, he also placed a spiritual brain in the Fire Cloud Cave.

Therefore, his clone can actually be regarded as the "way of heaven" in the Fire Cloud Cave. It can record all the information that happens in it, and can also extend its tentacles outside the cave to collect external information. However, if he wants to have the ability to think independently, he needs Luo Luo. Only if the ancestors open up.

Luo Zu will not let the "clone" crisis happen to him, so he strictly limits the independent thinking ability of the clone. Generally, the clone incarnation has his own thoughts, so the thinking he makes is also done by his original self. Down.

Luo Zu was walking in the mountains while collecting and analyzing news from Luo Township.

Just walking, he found that he had unknowingly entered a strange area.

"This place... may not have appeared in my consciousness just now."

Luo Zu felt strange.

The mountains in front of him were much shorter, and his consciousness could not reach out of his body. He did not know when all this happened. It seemed that he was just in a daze, and all this happened.

"Who opened the Cave Heaven Paradise?" Luo Zu was secretly shocked, but the connection between him and the clone was not cut off.

This is also a major reason why he was drawn in when he was distracted and didn't feel anything.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The sky is eight thousand high, the land is vast, and the greenery is rushing around. The thin reed leaves are like sickles, gently grazing Luo Zu's trouser legs.

Luo Zu took one look and paid no attention to it, and just continued walking on a small road.

The presence of a road means that there are "people". After all, the loess on this road is exposed and compacted, and there are no weeds growing from the road. Obviously, "people" are often walking on it.

So Luozu wanted to go down this road and see what was at the end.

Now that his spiritual consciousness is limited and he can't "see" what's ahead, Luo Zu is more careful.

However, although his divine consciousness is limited, he can use all his magical skills. He does not rely on his divine consciousness for everything, so he gently sends out a breeze, and then uses all his senses to feel the information sent back by the breeze.

The breeze blew for about thirty miles. After Luo Zu walked for one mile, the breeze slowly returned, bringing back a strong breath, a lot of licorice moisture, 321 different floral fragrances, and a sense of popularity. .

Not only were there people, but there were also monsters, witches, and other racial auras that Luo Zu didn't recognize.

That's interesting.

Luo Zu continued to walk forward, but the mountain road came to an end, ending in front of a wide torrent.

The rapids were rushing down the mountain, and the sound was rumbling. Luo Zu had already heard it while he was still among the dense reeds.

This is not surprising, but what makes Luo Zu strange is that there is a sampan standing beside the angry river, and sitting on it is a shaman wearing a hat-like headdress.

He is not as tall as the Wu Clan outside, but is about the same as Luo Zu. He also has a human head, but his hair looks like weeds, piercing through the empty middle of the hat, making him look like a carrot. .

Wearing a dress made of lotus leaves, he held a wooden oar with both hands to prevent the raging river from being washed downstream.

Hearing Luo Zu's footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, and only then did Luo Zu see his face.

The tip of the garlic nose has a red hairpin, two pairs of eyes are like amber, a pair of ears can catch the wind, and a big mouth can fill a fist. Seeing Luo Zu, he laughed and said, "It's been a while since I've seen anyone here."

The voice is in the language of the Witch Clan, and the accent is not like the Witch Clan at all, but is very similar to the Demon Clan.

When Luo Zu saw him, he was secretly wary in his heart, but when he spoke like this, Luo Zu was even more wary.

Be ready to give him a shot of silver flowers at any time to let him know why the flowers are so red.

"I wonder where the treasure land is?" Luo Zu also spoke in the language of the Wu clan.

He replied: "This is Taoyuan Township, Huangliang dreams of the cave sky."

"What's so important about this?" Luo Zu was surprised.

Mainly because he has heard of both names.

They are all things written in the texts of my previous life.

It's just that these two places don't match the prehistoric times.

He looked a little impatient and said: "What's the point? It's the Paradise of Cave, a good place."

"I have to go on my way. If I can't stay for a long time, can you send me out?" Luo Zu asked again.

He looked at Luo Zu seriously, and then said angrily: "When you get here, you can't get out, you can only go forward. Do you want to cross the river?"

"Not busy." Luo Zu waved his hand.

It was strange to say that he now felt that there was nothing weird about this place, and it only took him a few words.

It was obviously the fault of the guy in front of me.

And then he said helplessly: "I'm just a boatman. I'm just taking you creatures who strayed into Huangliang Cave to the Peach Blossom Spring. I won't throw you into the river halfway, and I won't rob you of your belongings." , it won’t hurt you anyway.”

Aren't you just asking for it?

"May I also ask for your name?" Luo Zu thought for a while and then asked for a name. Maybe he could hear a great name.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Laozi reached the sky.

After all, I just met Hongyun earlier, so meeting a big shot now doesn't seem to be a big deal.

"Lingjiu, a cheap name." He twisted his face into a ball, as if he was not satisfied with his name.

Spirit vulture...?

Luo Zu didn't realize which celebrity this was.

But just like that, my brain found a matching character.

Ran Deng Taoist.

His residence is in Lingjiu Mountain.

So this one is related to Taoist Ran Deng?

"Are you going to cross the river?!" Lingjiu interrupted Luo Zu's thinking and shouted.

Apparently he was even more impatient.

"I'll just wait here for the sea to die." Luo Zu didn't want to be fooled.

Moreover, it seemed that the spirit vulture could not force him onto the boat. Even if he tried to force him, Luo Zu would be happy to make him look like a fool.

Maybe this name is...

It shouldn't be a coincidence, after all, this is a prehistoric time.

Who knows if Taoist Ran Deng is watching from there.

Then let me tell you that you are destined to me, what should I do if I want to save him?

No, after all, the great catastrophe of becoming a god has not yet begun, and this person has not yet joined the Western religion, so he should not be so unreasonable.

"Okay, then you just wait until the sea is gone."

The vulture left, rocking the oar and then left.

(End of this chapter)