...I have traveled through time.
When this idea flashed through her mind, Xie Jingsong was holding the matching gold hairpin that came with buying the antique dress and stabbing it into her tied hair.
She paused, glanced around the bustling crowd, calmly took out the golden hairpin, and stabbed her face smoothly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
It's very good, it hurts. It's not a hallucination or a problem with the hairpin. The specific manifestation is that she is still in this dilapidated town at the foot of the mountain. People are still bustling with people coming and going, and the sounds of hawking, scolding, and conversation coming from all directions are mixed together. Forming a net that trapped her.
Xie Jingsong casually poked the gold hairpin back.
For her, this time travel was quite casual - she didn't die because of her bravery to save others, she didn't die when a large truck rammed on the road and flew three hundred meters away. No, to be precise, she didn't even die.
She just tried on an antique-style dress that she had spotted on a certain clothing store. Not long after she put on the long dress, when she opened her eyes, she was already in a completely unfamiliar place.
Subconsciously, Xie Jingsong reached out and touched his pockets up and down, and couldn't help but let out a "tsk" sound.
It would be okay if she just traveled through time. Anyway, she is a carefree social animal in modern times. She has no parents to support and no complicated relatives. She only has a few friends who often communicate with her.
But what she is facing now is traveling through time without taking a penny!
Having no money is terrible.
Just when she was thinking about how to get money the fastest besides robbery, a crisp voice rang.
"Girl, the mountain gate will be closed soon. If you don't go and test your spiritual roots, it will be too late."
Xie Jingsong looked for the voice and found that the person speaking was a girl wearing a gray robe. Her hair was disheveled and slightly curly, and most of her face was covered in gray. She held a long sword with no memory in her arms. It was wrapped in a gray and black scabbard, and the inside could not be seen.
The whole thing has a dirty tone.
She looked around and looked at the girl: "Are you talking about me?"
The girl's eyes widened slightly, as if wondering why she asked knowingly: "What else?"
Xie Jingsong was confused for a moment: "Do you know me?"
Shouldn't it? She had just walked in for a few minutes, and she couldn't even cook an egg well. How could anyone recognize her?
The girl who walked straight up to her thought seriously, hugged the sword with one arm, and stretched out her free hand: "Xuanjian Sect disciple Ji Shi, what about you?"
"...Xie Jingsong."
Ji Shi grabbed her hand and shook it: "Okay, we know each other now."
?
Xie Jingsong was still here with his left eyebrow raised to the sky and his right eyebrow lowered to the ground with a puzzled face. Ji Shi over there had already muttered in a low voice: "Junior brother didn't say that you need to guide the lost people up the mountain to test their spiritual roots. You also need to know each other. Didn't you just point them out?" Is the road okay?”
No, what kind of weird brain circuit is this?
"We don't know each other, no," Xie Jingsong took back her hand and took the initiative to correct her, "If we didn't know each other before, why did you know that I was going to the mountain to test my spiritual roots?"
The girl's eyes widened slightly again: "...You don't want to test your spiritual roots?"
……never mind.
I feel a little tired and want to buy two copies of "How to Communicate with One Hundred Different Kinds of People in the World" and read them all night long.
Xie Jingsong swallowed the sigh in her heart, smiled and skipped the topic: "Of course I have to take a test, can you give me some directions?"
The main thing is that everyone comes, and the emphasis is on participation.
Seeing that the big sister who spoke incomprehensibly finally mentioned something she was familiar with, Ji Shi breathed a sigh of relief and raised her finger to point in the direction: "Here, keep walking that way, turn left for a few steps and then turn right. At the end, you will see a door. Just open the door. If what you see is a market, it means you don't have a trace of Qi in your body and are not suitable for cultivation, so you can go back."
Xie Jingsong smiled and thanked her, but she didn't rush to go. Instead, she strolled around the bustling street twice.
It’s lively here, and there’s a clear distinction between rich and poor. The hawkers sitting on the floor on both sides have patched clothes, but they don't seem to care. Some even pick their feet while arguing with customers who are trying to bargain. Sometimes they even poke their nostrils with their fingers stained with athlete's foot. Insert inside.
If there hadn't been someone like a law enforcement team stopping the two of them, I'm afraid she would have been able to watch the street fights of this era at close range.
Xie Jingsong, who felt a little regretful, turned her attention to the shops in the building.
The "rich" people who own stores look much better. Their clothes are elegant and their stores are clean and tidy. The things they sell are all sorted and quietly lying on the shelves, waiting to be dug into the pockets of the rich.
Xie Jingsong has no money, but she can't keep up with the brand-new and noble look of the green skirt she wears. The petals hanging down from the tail of the golden hairpin on her head and the feathers covered with diamonds are even more exquisitely crafted.
Can it be new? The clothes I just got didn’t even take off the tags.
Isn't it expensive? Even the crony gift cost her less than half a month's salary. She didn't know what possessed her to buy this outfit at the time.
Her heart was bleeding, but it didn't show on her face. She visited several stores, talked a lot, and got a preliminary understanding of the world.
This is a world of cultivation, where everyone has the possibility of becoming an immortal, but there are still a small number of people with spiritual roots. However, because these few occupy most of the power, it is an era where immortal sects, mortal families, and mascot emperors rule the world. .
These days are the days when the large-scale immortal sect "Xuanjian Sect" to which their shops are attached opens its doors to accept disciples, so people come and go under the mountain. This happens every few years, and everyone is not surprised.
A wise clerk reminded: "If you haven't knocked on the mountain door yet, you have to hurry up. If you miss this opportunity, you will have to wait for several years!"
Xie Jingsong waved her hand and said politely: "Thank you, I'll give it a try."
Cultivation of immortality was not an obsession engraved in her bones, but it was hard for her not to wonder whether she had spiritual roots, and if so, what they were.
Once this idea took root, it was difficult to get rid of it, driving Xie Jingsong to go around and around to the place Ji Shi pointed to.
There she saw a simple and heavy stone door. The strange and magnificent symmetrical patterns were covered by dead trees and vines that occupied half of the stone door, revealing a cool air that had been abandoned for thousands of years.
After thinking for a moment, Xie Jingsong tried to push.
Just by pushing aside a piece of bush blocking the road, the door opened. The moment the scenery behind the door showed her the tip of the iceberg, she heard the sound of a drop of water falling into the calm lake in the complete silence. Then, the howling wind carried a low whisper echoing in her ears.
Until her feet touched the actual ground, she didn't understand what the voice wanted to express.
After rubbing her head, which was filled with pain from the noise, Xie Jingsong raised her eyes and glanced around.
This is a forest with deep vegetation. Thick and wide green leaves block the sky and the sun. The sunlight squeezed in through the gaps casts mottled colors and illuminates the stone steps winding upward not far away.
Looking from a distance, there were several small black dots working hard on the top of the stone staircase. It seemed that they were people who had arrived before her.
She sighed and whispered to herself: "Let's discuss it. If you are the indescribable being who pulls me over and is staring at me, could you please speak to me in a language I can understand?"
...Wait a minute, when it comes to "understanding", she clearly knows that the person speaking is not Mandarin, so why can she communicate with people in this world without any barriers?
Before she could think about it, a sudden breeze blew by, the green leaves rustled, and a sweet-toned female voice behind her sounded faintly: "What are you muttering about?"
!
"It's nothing, I'm just timid and afraid of getting tired." After seeing the person clearly, Xie Jingsong pressed her heart that almost jumped out of her chest and said nonsense with her eyes open, "so give yourself a boost."
It's not a scary foreign god. The owner of the female voice is a wealthy girl covered in silk and satin. She is about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her skirt is pink in color and embroidered with lifelike flower branches and magpies. It is extraordinary.
Well, it looks like he is a child from a wealthy family, probably the eldest daughter of a mortal family.
Just when Xie Jingsong gave a simple judgment, the little girl looked at her without blinking: "Then come on."
Feeling something was wrong, Xie Jingsong silently took two steps to the left. The girl's eyes followed her to the left. She paused, then raised her feet and walked back. The girl quickly moved her eyes to the right.
Xie Jingsong, who was almost selected by a large tracking device, could not ignore the burning gaze, so she had to say: "What's wrong?"
Only then did the girl realize her gaffe. She was extremely embarrassed for a moment. She lowered her head and secretly dug her feet into the ground: "Your hairpin is very beautiful. I want to buy it."
After two seconds, she thought of something else and added a stiff apology: "Uh...I'm sorry, but I think the golden hairpin on your head is really beautiful. Sell it to me. I'm a young lady from the Zhang family. I'm very nice." I have money, so I won’t let you suffer.”
"That's it? I thought you were attracted to me," Xie Jingsong casually took off the gold hairpin, went over to open the girl's hand and put it on, "Okay, young lady, you can give me as much silver as you like."
The girl was overjoyed: "You are so kind! Then I will give you five... wait what are you doing!"
She screamed in mid-joy.
Xie Jingsong stood on her tiptoes and grabbed the branch she was interested in. She was about to give it a break when she heard the words and did not stop. She just replied casually: "Looking for a hairpin."
Zhang Yunqing ran over with her skirt in hand and tried to stop it: "No, why don't I buy it? This is the tree of the Immortal Sect. Don't touch it casually! Stop it! Stop it!"
It's already too late.
Under her shocked and despairing gaze, there was a "click" and the round twig fell into Xie Jingsong's hand.
The perpetrator, who showed no guilt at all, casually pulled off the small leaves and forks on it, and took a moment to glance at the small groove in the land that had been dug out by Zhang Yunqing's toes.
"Ahem, it should be fine." She tied a branch around her hair and made it into a loose bun. She shook it twice to make sure it was still intact and then smiled, "If the Immortal Sect is held responsible for a branch, it would be too cheap. "
Zhang Yunqing quietly clenched his fists: "Then if you use this broken branch as a hairpin, the price will not drop!"
The cunning adult leaned down and touched the child's head, trying to retreat and say, "Don't you like this hairpin? Besides, this is a broken branch from the Immortal Sect."
"Don't be so familiar with it," the stubborn child hid his neck and avoided her hand, "If you don't want to sell it, I won't force you! I'm not the kind of person who bullies others!"
"But I want you to be happy."
Xie Jingsong's coaxing words came casually. Poor Zhang Yunqing failed to dodge the enemy's sugar-coated bullets this time and was dumbfounded.
Xie Jingsong, who looked particularly sincere, smiled and said without any evil intentions: "You can just give me the money or something. Your happiness is the most important thing."
"Humph! Don't think that this lady will treat you as a good friend! Don't even think about it!"
While talking, Zhang Yunqing took Xie Jingsong's hand.
"Hurry up and leave!"
……Wow.
What is this, simple young lady, take care of it! What is this, simple young lady, take care of it! What's this! Simple lady, please take care of me!
The two left together and began to join the army of small black spots climbing mountains, trying to become one of them.
I don’t know how long it took, but the voice that seemed to have finally connected to Tianyi’s 3G signal echoed intermittently in the woods, giving a belated response: “…welcome…welcome…”
Xie Jingsong, who had climbed halfway up the mountain and was leaning on the stone ladder to load the body, closed her eyes peacefully and had no idea what happened after she left.
Zhang Yunqing, whose face was as pale as snow, poked her and received a plausible reply: "I am a corpse now, and the corpse will not move."
"No, no, I, I'm afraid, what if my spiritual roots are very poor and my talent is very bad?"
Confusion is inevitable. The two of them are exhausted by climbing now and can't go any further. However, the mountain is so high that they can't even see the end.
It's just a spiritual root test. Obviously there is no need to test endurance like this, so there are only two benefits to doing so.
One is to see where these people's current limits are, and the other is to dampen everyone's spirit.
It can only be said that these cultivators know how to play psychological warfare.
Xie Jingsong said feebly: "It's okay. If you have talent, you can cultivate. If you don't have talent, go down the mountain and eat and wait to die. With so many roads to go, do you have to cultivate to become an immortal?"
"……Um."
"Yeah, that's right." Maybe it was too hot to climb the mountain and her brain was burned out. Xie Jingsong was stunned for a while before she realized, "No, what are you talking about?"
Zhang Yunqing said in a low voice: "I want to cultivate immortality."
She didn't know what she thought of, but an unknown confidence supported her and slowly stood up.
Xie Jingsong was greatly shocked: "...Is it necessary to cultivate?"
"Um."
Help, why do I encounter either fools or medicine balls?
Seeing that the eldest lady's pale face turned bright red, and her thoughts were abnormal, Xie Jingsong quickly pressed her hand and shouted loudly: "Come quickly! Someone is about to die suddenly!"
