These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 145: Hidden Veins

In the paper house.

A quadruple bedroom.

The four members of Eye Legend settled down.

After half a day of exploration and adaptation, I found that life is not as exciting as I imagined. Basically, there are three things:
Practice, learn a side job, and clean.

As for the strategy to capture the queen in red?

I really don’t know how to conquer him. Now I’m a soldier under his command.

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

The atmosphere in Hidden Veins is very harmonious, even a little leisurely.

As a dignified demon sect, their cruel temperament is not at all consistent with this.

But if you think about it carefully, the disciples who come to Yinmai were all victims of "school bullying" and were forced to come here to worship their ancestors.

It's normal that there is no arrogant and evil aura at the bottom of the food chain.

However, they were not used to the ancient, classical and elegant sect's daily routine.

This is too much of a pension.

It turns out that some things are more beautiful when they are far away.

"What should I do? I miss the exhilarating feeling of hammering iron."

In the room, he scratched his head with swollen eyes, "My hands are itching so badly! I also want to bully Xionggui, play script-killing games in the Black Shop Inn, and catch NPCs."

"Wild boars can't eat fine bran, but you just like to make trouble." The blind man ignored him and whispered, "Can't we catch NPCs here?"

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

Yan Hua was sitting cross-legged when he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "I discovered that we are now sharing cultivation."

"indeed."

Eye Bags whispered, "I also sensed it. The meridians under our necks are just like a wireless network, densely packed and extremely complex."

"This is quite interesting to practice." Yan Xia said, "This game is totally non-mainstream! A bunch of heads, a body, exploding, too explosive!"

It feels like practicing this, like walking through a maze, opening up that huge body below the neck.

They practiced for a while and felt it was a bit slow, like water dripping through a stone.

The sharing economy is awesome.

Perhaps, they could open up the meridians to sense the inside of the body, draw a map of the entire human body maze, and provide more information.

After practicing for a while, they stood up and went around to gather information.

The door of the alchemy room was closed, and occasionally hot air could be smelled from inside, as if someone was making an elixir. A "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung on the door.

No one is allowed to enter the medicine garden for fear of damaging the spiritual herbs.

But when they took a look outside, they found that the medicine garden was very small and it was an indoor room with a device similar to spiritual energy atomization.

It's quite similar to the batch of equipment ordered by the plasterer.

But the medicinal garden here is obviously very small, far less huge than the one they spent a lot of money to prepare on the mountain. After all, they want to do large-scale cultivation.

"According to preliminary speculation, the flowers inside might be the Blood Separation Flower." Yanhua whispered.

"Not necessarily. The herbs used in the alchemy room might come from here," Yandai analyzed.

After walking around for a few times, I arrived at the talisman room.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the mahogany tables, and some talismans, pictures to suppress demons and evil spirits are hung on the walls. The spiritual energy flowing in them seems to have the ability to kill evil spirits.

Talisman master!

Several people's eyes lit up.

This is a good career.

In front of several tables, several people were drawing talismans and practicing calligraphy.
"Wouldn't you be bored if you lived like this for eight hundred years?" Yanhua and others couldn't bear the loneliness.

"Just arrived?"

The scarecrow drawing the talisman raised his head:

"How can we have lived for 800 years? A lot of our predecessors died a lot earlier. The oldest hidden vein cultivator came here more than 80 years ago. I only came here more than 10 years ago, but it is indeed quite boring."

He nodded, agreeing with it.

It’s so healthy here!

Rather than being peaceful and calm, it feels more lifeless.

After staying here for a long time day after day, everyone has no passion and no desire, just like the people who have given up the magic cultivation and are lying down.

The scarecrow continued:
"Living longer is not necessarily a good thing! Only by living a wonderful life can one's life be meaningful. Therefore, no matter how long one lives, no one wants to be destined to enter the hidden vein." "Of course, it is precisely because of this that you people in the mountain do not know the existence of our hidden vein. You will only know it after entering it."

"Ah?" Yan Hua asked curiously, "So, the last person who disappears during the ancestor worship every year is thought to be sending himself to die, but in fact he is faking his death and entering the hidden meridians?"

"Hmm." A scarecrow sighed, "Everyone thinks that our Tenth Ancestor is a crazy and cruel demon cultivator who kills the younger generations who offer sacrifices to the ancestors every year. In fact, she is very good to us and would rather bear this infamy."

Several people were dazzled and stunned.

The Scarecrow continued, "She told us that this bad reputation is not bad. Their internal competition always pushes out the weakest. It is also good for descendants with no future to enter the Hidden Vein."

The four people were dazzled and moved.

She really made me cry to death!
The lady in red is actually a very good person.

They also suddenly reacted.

Why Qi Zu is proud of: We are traditional magic practitioners, formal magic practitioners!

Because the world of immortal cultivation is a place where the strong prey on the weak.

Their families may be very cruel to outsiders, looting caravans and doing many evil things to plunder resources.

But internally we are still very united.

This is the way for a regular traditional magic practitioner to survive!

It’s just like the villain forces in novels, they are extremely united. After beating the younger ones, the older ones will definitely appear, highlighting the unity.

After a few people walked around in circles, they found that everyone was lifeless.

The only interesting place is the library, which is also the only place for these people to kill time. Otherwise, they will get sick if they live like this.

However, there is a daily limit on entry to the library.

The four dazzled people started whispering.

"There must be something good in the collection of books inside."

"That's for sure. After all, the hidden vein can only be entered but not exited, and we are not afraid that you will take the secret book out, so this place should be unguarded and you can look around at will!"

Their eyes gradually became brighter.

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

They have an audience perspective and can secretly take notes for the blacksmith outside.

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

Now they have a way out.

Then, they found the oldest scarecrow here according to the location given by the talisman scarecrow.

The other person was sweeping the floor, holding the broom leisurely, as if he had lived here for more than eighty years.

"The anti-bandit war a hundred years ago?"

The scarecrow showed some reminiscence.

"The Hidden Vein had not set out at that time. They were all dead when I arrived. I was the first group to come here, so I didn't have much strength."

Yanhua and others were stunned.

It turned out to be just as expected.

The hidden veins disappeared before the anti-bandit war, and even the Zero Ancestor Giant could not activate it in that battle.

Now this batch of hidden veins is new.

They asked for a while but didn't get any results.

I just heard: "It is said that Ping Zu was in charge of the bandit suppression that time, after all, the enemy attacked from Ping Zu's side."

"You know, the three ancestors cannot attack at the same time in the three corners. They can only launch two charged attacks from a distance."

"At that time, Ping Zu and the contemporary monks of the villa fought together. Only they know the details."

Upon hearing this, Eye Legend sorted out the truth.

Pingzu is really miserable.

The last time we fought the bandits, was it also where we attacked him?
They are currently still in the process of resurrecting the CD.

Maybe he has not only those two puppets in his hands, but maybe several more, which were destroyed in that battle!

And now we have fleeced him completely: the last two puppets.

It’s so miserable for a puppeteer to have nothing!
Hopefully a contender for the most miserable person of the year.

"Alas, why is it our Pingzu who was injured?" He sighed with dazzled eyes.

"Bah, we were the ones who beat him up." Eyebags complained.

(End of this chapter)