Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Tianshu Gravel·Duyi hugged his legs and curled up under the roots of the giant tree.

This root system has no fruit, nor is it a place to absorb nutrients. Few people come here.

Tianshu Gravel likes this place very much.

He feels like this useless branch.

He is useless. This is recognized. It has always been like this.

As a recycler, his work efficiency is too low. He is always attracted by those magic tools with low recycling priority. In other words, he is the only one who will collect "book-type" magic tools.

For normal scavengers, the most popular magic tools are still blunt weapons made of pure metal. Hammers, sticks, etc. are excellent. These things usually have a higher weight in order to better kill the enemy.

And the delicate book-type magic tools are disliked by everyone.

He gently stroked the scroll he picked up. He didn't understand the words on it. He just looked at the painting.

He had never seen most of the things on the painting. He only knew the house. These houses are different from the short buildings in Getianzong Village and different from his hometown. They are of another style.

He could barely recognize the trees. The followers of the Heavenly Rescue Demon King, the great giant trees. This was the only plant he knew.

For him, "rivers", "suns", "clouds", and "beasts" were all meaningless blocks of color.

But he still liked to look at them.

How should I put it? It seemed that only when he was facing these scrolls could he feel the "truth of history".

The hometown of the people had been destroyed long ago. It was the Heavenly Rescue Demon King who allowed the people to enter his own world. This world is perfect and orderly, completely different from the outside. There will never be evil beasts and evil gods' followers invading here. This is the perfect world.

Those residents who had received the help of the Heavenly Rescue Demon King, after entering here, had to give up all their weapons, stop fighting, and live in peace.

This is the only paradise in the world.

Many ethnic groups whose hometowns have been destroyed still have a kind of attachment. It is unknown whether this attachment is imprinted in the blood or hidden in the culture. Although the roots have been cut off, they still want to know the past and the world outside the Heavenly Rescue Demon King.

Tianshu Gravel knew that his behavior was bad. It was sinful and disrespectful to the Heavenly Demon King.

Sometimes, he felt that he was quite ungrateful. What a great and powerful man the Heavenly Demon King was. If it weren't for him, the people would have ceased to exist long ago. How could he betray his guidance?

However, he really liked this beautiful thing.

——Just degenerate.

That's what he thought.

About hundreds of thousands of great cycles ago [decades ago], he said this to himself.

Sacred Flame·Duyi had quarreled with him many times. But he just couldn't change.

He couldn't deceive himself.

Today he was so degenerate.

He was a little hungry. But Tianshu Gravel just curled up his body hard,

"Just starve to death. If you starve to death, you won't have to drag down the Heavenly Demon King."

That's what he thought.

In the end, Tianshu Gravel couldn't stand it after all and walked back.

He planned to sleep here, and then go "down there" to find something to eat in the next great cycle.

However, when he walked into his house, he found that there was already a monk inside.

He trembled and shouted in a timid manner: "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Ah, I know you, you are the one who came today!"

He immediately shouted: "Don't think that you can get any benefits from me just because I am the father and son of the elder of Getianzong Village. I tell you, we have fallen out a long time ago - put down my things and get out immediately!"

There is only one room in the whole house. Since this kind of room for ordinary disciples of Getianzong is not high, it is even lower for the monks who are much taller than the original owner of Getianzong. Moreover, the bark shed by the giant tree is too little to make a bed for them. All monks sleep on the ground.

There are still many scrolls and books in the gravel room.

These are the things he carefully collected - at least a lot of paintings.

Wang Qi, holding a scroll of paintings, said, "This thing is very good. I saw it occasionally and was pleasantly surprised, so I couldn't help but break in to take a look." As he spoke, he touched his waist and held up something wrapped in dead leaves: "Apology. But I want to continue watching."

The aroma of the food made Tianshu Lishi swallow his saliva. It was rare to see a Jindan-stage cultivator in such a state of desolation.

But he was still cautious: "Is this really... for me?"

Wang Qi pretended to lower his head and only expressed affirmation in the common language-he couldn't confirm whether this alien "nods yes and shakes his head no".

Tianshu Lishi felt like crying for no reason: "Are you...really willing...to give me food...for this thing, just to see it?"

"Yes." Wang Qi didn't look up, pretending to be obsessed.

"I...how can I take your food?" He hurriedly took two steps back, fearing that he would touch Wang Qi's food: "Look...you're just looking at it, right? This thing is what you earned with your own labor...I...I..."

"I like painting." Wang Qi raised his head.

Although he doesn't like most literary youths, there are always one or two shining points worth affirming among those who are determined.

Moreover, this food was not earned by his own labor. He just picked up a clean leaf next to the compost, and then stole a little from passerby A and a little from passerby B, and accumulated a lot.

Anyway, his cultivation is strong enough.

Besides, as an immortal, he does not need to supplement nutrients unless he loses a lot of mass at one time.

"This..." Tianshu Lishi almost cried. He took the food and said helplessly: "I am really happy... so happy..."

He ate the mashed fruit pulp in big mouthfuls.

And Wang Qi looked at the painting in silence.

After a while, Wang Qi closed his eyes, and spiritual light surged on his hands.

Tianshu Lishi swallowed the last bite of food with difficulty and asked: "Daoyou... what are you doing - ah ah!"

No need for too much explanation.

The scroll in Wang Qi's hand actually moved by itself.

The originally static picture inside actually began to flow.

Tianshu Gravel was dumbfounded: "You actually...actually can repair...this?"

"I figured it out myself, it's very laborious, and it won't bring me anything to eat." Wang Qi said so.

For some reason, the recyclers are very partial to magic tools made of metal. He secretly looked at it for a long time. Pure metal magic tools, regardless of the grade and completeness, are naturally higher than those metal magic tools with non-metal parts. And this kind of non-pure metal magic tool is higher than the non-metal magic tool with some metal parts. Wang Qi even saw that those repairers did not hesitate to destroy the integrity of the magic tool and removed the inlaid metal from the wood-like magic tool.

Even if the people here know how to repair this thing, I'm afraid they won't think it's better than a metal magic tool.

And Wang Qi didn't dare to repair this kind of thing on a large scale.

The method he used was the flame of life.

This piece of scroll itself is woven with plant veins. In the words of the ancient method, it is a natural wood spirit, and it still has vitality after being refined into a magic tool. This vitality is not only not broken, but it has been repaired to perfection under the infiltration of spiritual power for who knows how many years.

Wang Qi just used the flame of life to activate this vitality, and then forced some sweat out of his palm, so that this thing could absorb it, grow by itself, and make up for the shortcomings.

If other high-level monks, such as those iron constables or fighter guards saw this method, they would probably recognize that this was not a method used inside the spacecraft. But it was enough to deceive such a simple young man.

Wang Qi did not dare to use it too much, as it would be easy to be exposed. So, he said "it took a lot of effort".

Just like the light that was flying away from an event, some information in this scroll was indeed irreversibly damaged.

However, it was a playable thing after all.

Tianshu Lishi admired these paintings all day long, but he had never seen these scrolls start perfectly.

And Wang Qi could easily complete this step.

He could even read the words.

He thought for a moment and felt that it might be too risky to say that he understood the words.

But Tianshu Lishi really enjoyed reading it.

For the first time, he knew that some blocks of color could be a whole, some blocks of color could flow, and some blocks of color could undergo such interesting deformations.

"I really don't know what our hometown looks like..."

He sighed.

Wang Qi grinned, but didn't say anything.

This couldn't be the hometown of the people of the Orchid. Judging from the skin of the people of the Orchid, the environment they originally lived in should be humid and hot.

But in this picture, it looks more like a frozen planet.

The people of the Orchid almost forgot their past. If it weren't for the fact that the immortal cultivation replaced natural selection to a certain extent, and there was no use or waste in this world, I'm afraid they wouldn't even have this feature.

While he was looking at the painting, Wang Qi was also looking at the Tianshu gravel, thinking about another question in his heart.

- Should I give him a Polo God Flame?

The Heart Demon Great Curse - Hinayana Magic, can indeed control a person.

However, there is a strong man in this spaceship who "the past and the future are in one body". Will this method that may cause species extinction trigger the strong man's vigilance in advance?

Until now, the mysterious strong man's men have been searching for him. Perhaps in the possible future, he did not cause any trouble to the strong man at all.

—— Restraint.

Wang Qi thought so.

Tianshu Gravel shuddered. He suddenly felt that he seemed to have been cheated by this seemingly friendly Taoist friend somewhere. But soon, he classified it as an illusion.

After all, this Taoist friend gave him food and affirmed his hobby!

There are no bad people who like painting!

After looking at the painting, Wang Qi stood up and said lightly: "I have seen the painting. Come back in the next big week."