The only strange thing is that among the two families raised in this land of bamboo sea, none of them has a gentlemanly ethos.
Not to mention the Qianqian gentleman's sword cultivator family, there were only a few wood magic cultivators.
The two families play drugs together, and the other family is even more weird, famous for their escaping skills and stealing! ! !
The Dai family on the east side majors in Poison Kung Fu, a standard heretical way.
The Liu family to the west does not belong to the heretical sect, but it is not up to the level of Xuanmen orthodoxy.
They are famous for their escape and transformation, and are proficient in the transformation of rats. Many of their disciples work part-time as thieves.
The ancestor of the Liu family is also a famous major cultivator who has condensed the magical power of escaping the earth at the peak of transcending tribulations and has the qualifications of an earth immortal!
However, I don’t know whether it’s because there are no spiritual objects or it’s just too scientific. I only have the ability to escape, so I don’t dare to overcome the tribulation and become an immortal. It has been at the peak of the tribulation for thousands of years.
He is also an old antique that is about to be buried!
In the beautiful Qingling Bamboo Sea, one family is vicious and the other is wretched, all of which are a bit messy.
Moreover, it stands to reason that such two families, who share a bamboo sea, should be sworn enemies, and even have various feuds, and they should fight to the death.
However, the two families actually have a good relationship!
When Wang Zijia learned the details of the two families, he felt as if snakes belonged to the same den.
Looking at the misty bamboo sea below, the information about the two families came to Wang Zijia's mind, and he always felt that it was a bit of a waste of such a treasure!
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Looking at the boundless sea of bamboo, Wang Zijia paused slightly.
"It's quite spectacular, it can be considered a treasure." As the prince said his words, he looked at Dai Jianjun beside him and said, "I heard that this sea of bamboo was grown by your two families?"
Dai Jianjun also looked at Zhuhai with some emotion and said: "Yes, our family didn't have any ancient heritage back then. Many years ago, at the beginning of the great change in the world, we came here to recuperate and started planting bamboo."
"I didn't expect that after so many years and generations of hard work, Qingling Bamboo Sea was created."
"If it weren't for this, a little-known family like ours might not be able to occupy such a treasured land."
This bamboo sea is indeed a treasure, but not many people come to grab it.
Low-level families don't dare, but high-level families don't have to.
Because this place has been run by generations of people, there must be countless back-up people below. Even if they are really snatched up in the end, the bamboo forest will probably be destroyed.
Why grab a piece of wasteland in the end?
Do you want to replant it yourself?
So why bother to grab it?
Can’t you find a place to plant it yourself?
It is also because of this that the Dai and Liu families have such a treasured land.
It's a pity that the place is running well, but the family has always been unknown, inconspicuous, and barely a second-rate force in the Eastern Wasteland.
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While the two were talking, under the guidance of Dai Jianjun, they headed towards the depths of the Bamboo Sea.
Along the way, you can see that in the endless bamboo sea, there are various monks living, planting and cultivating spiritual bamboos.
Most of its houses are bamboo houses, and many are even built with live bamboo, which is quite innovative.
When he came to the deeper area of the bamboo forest, Wang Zijia suddenly felt a sense of peeping and a little bit of threat. He suddenly stopped hiding and looked to the side.
With Wang Zijia on alert, a large sea of bamboo squirmed for a moment, as if there were huge creatures dozens of feet swimming inside.
However, until its movement completely disappeared, it did not show its head. Wang Zijia just roughly sensed that it seemed to be a giant python?
Dai Jianjun looked slightly shocked because of Wang Zijia's reaction. He took a deep look at Wang Zijia and said, "Fellow Taoist Yun Zhongzi, don't be nervous. That's my spiritual ancestor."
"Does your family still have a guardian spirit beast?" Wang Zijia asked in surprise.
You must know that it is too difficult to raise a spiritual beast in this era, and ordinary families cannot afford it, especially during the initial growth period of thousands of years.
Moreover, if Wang Zijia was right, it was actually a great tribulation-transcending demon on the verge of becoming an immortal!
"It's not what you think, fellow Taoist!" Dai Jianjun said hesitantly.
Hearing this, Wang Zijia looked at Dai Jianjun without interrupting.
Dai Jianjun spoke slightly and explained: "Fellow Taoist, you know that my family is mainly a poison cultivator, right?"
Wang Zijia nodded, but still didn't answer.
"Because of this, my family can be considered a half-gu cultivator. After all, poisons do not belong to different families."
"However, compared with orthodox poisonous cultivators, most of us will only choose one poisonous poisonous cultivator in our lifetime, which is also called a common practitioner."
"During this process, Tongshen's poisonous poison will improve his cultivation level as quickly as a monk. And the consequences will mostly be life and death, especially lifespan, which will mostly become as short as a monk's."
"But this is not absolute. Sometimes there are accidents. For example, if the priority is deliberately reversed and the poison is the main one and the human is the supplement, it will not affect the longevity of the poisonous poison. It will not be destroyed by the death of a person."
"On the contrary, Guhui can quickly improve his cultivation level because he participates with the monks. However, this kind of existence is too difficult to appear. The spiritual ancestors that fellow Taoists see are just this kind."
"Belongs to the true ancestor of my family."
Wang Zijia was stunned for a moment and said: "Being a servant of Gu?"
"Why not?" Dai Jianjun asked calmly: "Both humans and Gu were raised since childhood, and they even have the blood of my Dai family. As long as they are talented enough, why can't they make the decision?"
When Wang Zijia heard this, he immediately thought of the situation of Gui Ling'er's two turtle sons!
We monks are straightforward, snake masters and so on, why not?
After all, in order to play turtles and cultivate the dragon’s nine transformations, it’s normal for people to be snake masters and so on, right? !
Obviously, there are experts in the Dai family, at least experts comparable to 'Xu Xian'! ! !
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At this moment, the two of them had arrived at the deepest part of the Bamboo Sea, where there was a small town with a strange shape.
The entire city seems to be embedded in a bamboo forest.
Most of the bamboo houses built are based on living bamboo, and many of them are still alive, as if the pillars have grown out of the green huts themselves.
Classical and natural, with a touch of exotic style, like the legendary elf world.
The two finally came to the depths of the small town, the core of the Bamboo Sea.
Stopped in a bamboo courtyard.
"Master!"
"Ancestor!"
"I've met Senior Yun Zhongzi!"
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In the courtyard, a large group of people had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Dai Jianjun and Wang Zijia, they immediately surrounded them.
A touch of sadness filled the entire yard.
However, most of the Dai family members are a bit gloomy and have a cold aura. It should be the influence of the so-called Tongshen, most of whom choose creatures of the snake genus.
The atmosphere in the entire courtyard was a little weird. Surrounded sadly by such a group of gloomy people, there was a bit of gloomy wind, just like the feeling of coming to a ghost nest.
This made Wang Zijia frown slightly subconsciously.
When Dai Jianjun saw this, his face turned serious and he reprimanded: "Why are you crying and crying around here? Don't let Fellow Taoist Yun Zhongzi see the joke."
As he spoke, he turned his head and said to Wang Zijia: "It's a small family with no rules, which makes fellow Taoists laugh."
"It doesn't matter. I see that the Taoist family is quite harmonious, which is rare."
Wang Zijia is not being polite. Such snake-charming people gather together, and each of them has a somewhat sinister temperament. It is really strange that the atmosphere is good and harmonious!
Dai Jianjun smiled when he heard this. The crowd around him had already moved aside, and he made a gesture of invitation to Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia nodded slightly, and the two of them walked through the courtyard one after another and came to the innermost part of the courtyard, in front of a large hall made of living bamboo that was suspected to be a training room.
After the contemporary sword master led Wang Zijia into the hall, even though he had been prepared, he was still a little surprised when he saw the target...
A man who looked like a severely obese patient, who didn't know whether he was lying down or sitting, stood in the center of the room, like a ball of pure fat.
Under his body is a huge bamboo bed woven with countless strange bamboo roots, many of which have emerald-like bamboo roots that have penetrated into the obese man's body and seem to be providing energy for him.
What makes people even more uncomfortable is that in the huge fat meat, a strange, snow-white, scaleless snake is interspersed in it, like a nematode swimming in the fat!
And this thing that looks like a snake body has no head or tail, and it really has the same aura as the obese person.
The snake body squirming in the fat like a nematode, as if it were an arm-like limb grown by an obese person, and was not a parasite.
It makes the already disgusting scene even more uncomfortable.
Even the obese man's head, which was sleeping with its eyes closed at the moment, was a little fat, and from time to time it would spit out half-meter-long snake messages as if instinctively, and keep swinging.
Abnormal and weird!
Sure enough, most of the monks of this era became very abnormal in their old age due to the accumulation of various pollutions.
In particular, these small tribes of casual cultivators who are contaminated with heretical practices tend to turn evil.
Watching this scene, Wang Zijia was slightly silent.
"Mingzu's condition is indeed a bit bad." Dai Jianjun said when he saw that Wang Zijia was silent.
Wang Zijia recovered slightly and said, "I've seen worse things."
Dai Jianjun's eyes lit up and he said, "So, fellow Taoist, are you sure?"
Wang Zijia said: "I need to check this in detail. Before that, I need to know whether you plan to condense the inherited magic weapon, or extract the inheritance and condense the classics?"
"If possible, let's gather the inherited magic weapons. The younger generation has not been ideal these years, and there is no shortage of inherited classics at home." Dai Jianjun had already prepared a draft and said without much hesitation.
"Then please wake me up and let me see the specific situation so that I can finalize the specific plan." Wang Zijia nodded and replied.
Dai Jianjun heard this and didn't hesitate much.
After all, this person seems to be in a bad state, but in fact he is not on his deathbed. He is at least much better than Zhu Qi. If he wants to live in peace, he dare not say it in hundreds of years, but he can still live in peace in decades.
What's more, this person probably doesn't want to live anymore.
As Dai Jianjun's magic power fluctuated slightly, an illusory snake shadow appeared.
"Hiss..."
Ruoyouruowu's roar sounded and continued to echo in the hall.
In an instant, it was as if countless snakes were neighing in the hall, and Wang Zijia seemed to have arrived in the snake's nest.
(End of chapter)
