Look up at the bright moon, look down at the yellow sand.
A group of people in ragged clothes were walking shoulder to shoulder, walking like a hundred ghosts walking in the night. The only difference was that there were a series of footprints of different shades on the sand.
Just when everything was silent, a beast roar sounded from the horizon, frightening everyone to the point where they fell asleep and trembled all over.
The smell was strong, Cheng Yan sneezed and wrapped herself tightly in linen clothes.
The environment was so bad that she felt a bit depressed.
I want to look up to the sky and scream: She is wearing it!
This is Tianchu Continent, the declining world of immortality. There are thousands of cities, and this is a border fortress city in the west extreme. The city is wrapped in yellow sand, and it is a ghost place where birds do not poop.
There are big characters on the city gate called: Xianqi.
There is a refugee concentration camp outside Xianqi City. It is surrounded by ruins and sand sculptures. The people walking there are all emaciated and emaciated.
The background is also different from her peaceful times. The city is peaceful with singing and dancing, and the demon master is at the top. Demons are raging outside the city, and corpses are everywhere.
In the city and outside the city, in heaven and on earth.
As luck would have it, she was a refugee. She had lived here for three years. She had been beaten into a bad shape by this dark life. A few hours ago, she was beaten by someone for fighting over a piece of black steamed bun. He lost his head and died.
With blood on her face and eyes like a saury, she was "courtesy" along the way and stood in the front row of the team, waiting for the city gate to open to receive one day's rations.
The sky is bright and the cold is getting worse.
Cheng Yuan's thin linen clothes were tight and tight, and he was almost shaking into chaff. When his resentment reached its peak, the city gate finally opened with a bang.
The city gate guards were heavily armored and lined up neatly.
A cold shout interrupted the refugees' commotion.
"Get in line and get your food."
The three young men were different in height, short, fat and thin. In an orderly manner, he entered the sandcastle set up outside the city gate.
The team began to move forward.
The shape of the sand castle is peculiar, round on the outside and square on the inside. A huge glazed stone is placed on the top, which attracts the skylight and shines slightly.
There is a ban inside the sand castle. When you enter, the spring flowers bloom, you are full of energy, and you immediately come to life.
The young people lined up in order, each with red lips and white teeth, and a dignified appearance. Wearing a snow-white robe, with gilded silk threads outlining auspicious clouds, she looked proud in every gesture.
The future demon master will have a brilliant life and a bright future engraved on his forehead.
In front of them, the refugees wrapped in linen were like rats in the gutter, wretches who could not see the light of day.
Light and darkness are distinct.
In this bizarre world of immortality, where demons are rampant, there will naturally be strong men to control them. What came into being was the demon master, and it became the most promising profession, and everyone was flocking to it.
There are so many people who want to become demon masters, but there are only a handful of people who can actually become one.
As for how to become a demon master?
"Why are you so dazed! Three steamed buns and a bottle of water."
Cheng Yan came to his senses, took the food handed to him by a vine, and couldn't wait to eat it.
It's a shame, the young men are so beautiful and delicious, but at this moment they are not as good as the steamed buns in their hands.
She walked and looked.
The vines are green all over and decorated with delicate leaves. It is a little demon with a little enlightenment and can listen to people's words.
After being subdued by the young man, the vines flew everywhere and distributed the food quickly and orderly.
When throwing away disobedient refugees, he is also quick and accurate, and every time he throws them, he is accurate.
Whoever sees it doesn’t say: Demon is really man’s best friend.
The second boy can barter for any type of items.
There are occasionally birds and animals in the desert. Once you get it, you can exchange it for food. It is also unknown whether rare varieties can be exchanged for spiritual stones.
As for the night beasts and demons, you are lucky enough to be alive if you meet them, and no one has ever brought them in exchange.
Or rather, never outside the city.
The most eye-catching one is the third boy.
In front of you are water, clay, porcelain basins, and spiritual plants. Something rarely seen in the desert.
The young man had a serious face and stiff techniques, playing with two withered spiritual plants.
There are various professions under the Demon Control Master, among which the Spirit Planter is particularly popular.
The desert lacks water and even more spiritual plants. Those who can nurture and cultivate spiritual plants are all guests.
The original owner of Cheng Yuan's body was also a talented spiritual planter.
Why did it end up like this? It's bloody and bizarre.
Before she was eight years old, the original owner was the daughter of the city lord of Xianqi City and was the young city lord. She has been favored since she was a child, and has a good reputation as a fairy. Wherever she goes, she attracts the attention of everyone and is protected by thousands of people.
The city lord was a demon master, but he cultivated his daughter's talent because he knew that demon masters often encounter dangers, and spiritual planters are more secure and comfortable. It can be said that he has far-reaching plans for his children.
The original owner has indeed lived up to his expectations. He has been smart and diligent since he was a child, has memorized several spiritual plant classics, has learned about most types of spiritual plants, and has been personally certified as a junior spiritual plant master by the spiritual plant master.
Seeing that a new star in the spiritual plant world was about to rise, the situation took a turn for the worse three years ago.
The original owner's life experience was revealed, he occupied the magpie's nest, and became the fake owner. The city lord was seriously injured and was so furious that he fainted. The original owner ordered someone to give him a good beating and threw him out of the city gate, where he almost died of illness.
It was an old refugee in the ruins, Kui Laogui, who couldn't bear it and used a patch of medicine he had saved for many years to save her a small life.
A few months ago, Kui Laogui disappeared in the desert and was never seen again. After searching for the original owner to no avail, he was once again left alone and helpless.
When Cheng Yuan took over, she was completely naked and sick.
"This beard must not be left behind..."
When the young man heard this, he glanced at her: "What do you know?"
Cheng Yan waved his hand, then I'll go.
A man came up from behind and pushed Cheng Yuan away, then handed him his black hand.
There are three dry, flat, black stones on it.
The young man indeed said this: "It is useless to break stones."
The man was anxious: "Don't tell me, this is a family heirloom orchid. It's very rare, but it's just a little older..."
Oh, it's expired.
The young man waved his hand without raising his eyelids.
The green shadow flashed, and the man immediately flew out of the sand castle and performed a flat-sand falling goose style.
Cheng Yuan patted his chest, luckily he ran fast.
…
There are countless refugees in the ruins, all hiding under sand pits.
Occasionally, there is a half-complete roof tile, which is already a "big family" with a radius of several miles.
The man looked around outside the abandoned house, turned back and glared at the person behind him, with an impatient and vicious look on his face.
"Kid, get out of here." He followed all the way.
Cheng Yuan sniffed: "We have guests coming from afar, why don't we invite you to sit at home?"
"Give up, I already have a wife and children!" The man crossed his arms across his chest with a wary look on his face.
Cheng Yuan hates the cold, you are really trustworthy.
"Will you change the seeds?"
"I would rather die than change!"
Cheng Yan took two steps closer: "One seed and one bottle of water."
"You think my seed is some kind of junk! Even if I swallow it raw, throw it away and feed it to the dogs, I won't—"
"Add another steamed bun."
"two!"
"make a deal."
Hand the seeds in one hand and the rations in the other.
The seeds were chosen by Cheng Yan himself. They were the plumpest and looked like they could be saved.
…
Cheng Yuan's residence was square, with a broken board above his head. It was a sand pit that could be dug with enough strength.
The bunker is crude, cold in winter and hot in summer. It is nothing but a place to hide people and protect against wind.
If it rains, water seepage and burial alive is not a dream. However, rain in the desert is the great dream of spring and autumn.
Skillfully, he reached into the ground and pulled out a broken bowl.
He probed again and took out half a bottle of water.
These things are all Kui Laogui's private possession.
Desert water, the source of life, nothing can be missing from this.
I don’t know how much water is buried under this sand pit, but if I dig deep enough, I can always dig out a bottle or two.
If you dig out the water that Mr. Kui has hidden, you will still find it.
The original owner was once a spiritual planter, and he still had certain methods on how to revive the seeds.
According to "Lingzhi Tonglu", the seeds of Linglan flowers are extremely pure and pure. They are not stained by the mud like lotus seeds. They cannot be stained by any stains.
I drank half of a bottle of water, used some water to wash the dishes, then poured water over the surface of the seeds, fished them out, and drained them.
Soak, fish, and plant.
There is no soil here, so all Cheng Yuan can do is hydroponics.
Temperature, humidity, and time are indispensable.
Not just anyone can become a spiritual planter. Cultivating spiritual plants requires talent.
Some people are so gifted that whatever they sow, they will die. They can be called walking spiritual plant killers, and are nicknamed "Hua Qiangu" and "Qi Baicao".
Avoid such people and the rest will be done with hard work.
A few hours later, the water in the bowl suddenly boiled and evaporated in an instant.
Cheng Yuan was puzzled, it was strange.
If you look closer, you can see that the seed's coat peels off and turns from black to crimson.
Good guy, this guy has two faces!
At this moment, the color is beautiful, like a pearl or a treasure. The seeds turned out to be the long-extinct Lingfu grass in "Lingzhi Tonglu".
There are allusions to this spiritual plant: The king rides on a tree to become king, and the blessed grass grows in the temple. It means auspiciousness and has always been regarded as a treasure by Zhongzhou spiritual planters.
This is a big leak!
However, Fulingcao absorbs the spiritual energy of the temple and grows under harsh conditions, so it may not be able to grow at this moment.
The temperature was rising at that time and it was almost noon.
Cheng Yan simply lay down.
Soon, the body lost a lot of water, breathing became difficult, and every second was torture.
There is a reason why Xianqicheng only distributes food in the early morning. Otherwise, the world will evaporate in minutes.
Lying down is more suitable for refugees.
Whoever says this is a waste of life must say: You are noble and great.
In this way, life and death lasted until nightfall. Cheng Yan woke up, his body was soft and shaped like noodles.
No, this is not noodles.
Bang bang!
The thick roots were waving in the air, and they were all white. The wind was like a blade when they extended. The sand pit was blown away by the wind, and it collapsed instantly.
The dark sky, the vast sand dunes, alas, the broken boards, that was her home.
Her home! Gone!
"A demon is coming!"
"A demon is coming!"
There were shrill screams around the sand pit.
Is there a demon?
With his life at stake, Cheng Yan ran away immediately, the green branches and leaves swaying in the wind, like a shadow.
Countless people were running away in panic, and everyone standing by was stunned and wailing.
Cheng Yan ran faster.
I'm afraid this demon has spotted her, and he won't be able to get rid of her no matter how hard he tries.
Roots are galloping across the ground, sand and rocks are flying, and smoke and dust are billowing.
Cheng Yan saw his clothes in a trance, torn, messy and swaying on the branches.
The world is declining and morals are declining. Is this what a demon can do?
She was angry and turned around suddenly.
Turn back, turn back, turn back again.
The roots, stems and leaves sway slightly, following each other like shadows.
Where is the demon?
Terrified in her heart, Cheng Yan lowered her head, messy in the wind. Where was her body?
