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As for Lu Ren, he wandered around the Hanging Mountain, but he didn't choose those vacant houses. The owners of these houses basically followed the extremely slim chance to go to the deepest place along this ancient road.

I have only walked about 0.5% of the distance now, and this place can only be regarded as a safe area, so it looks relatively monotonous and peaceful, but once I walk along the front, it is likely that I will never come back.

Therefore, although there are four or five thousand angels living on this hanging mountain, there are nearly five thousand houses that are surprisingly vacant. Basically, the area of ​​this hanging mountain has been fully utilized. Dangerous places, even places with bad locations.

Turning around, Lu Ren came to a house that looked extremely old. This house was located in the middle of the Hanging Mountain, not far from the half-waist square, and had a wide view. You could see the ancient road at a glance, and the From time to time, people shuttle through the sea of ​​clouds.

I glanced at the vacant sign on the door, and when I was about to open the door and enter, I suddenly heard a voice from the side.

"Fellow Daoist, this house has been in disrepair for a long time. Maybe in a few years, it will fall apart by itself. If you don't have any materials, then I suggest you find a fairly new one. I remember the road below. , there is a person who has not lived much recently, only a thousand years left, and set foot on the road to success, but he broke the boat and left this house completely vacant."

Lu Ren heard the sound and looked, and saw that the person speaking was an old man with gray hair leaning against the opposite door. The most impressive thing was his wine-grooved nose, holding a gourd of wine in his hand, and pouring it into his mouth from time to time. a mouthful.

Just looking at it, he suddenly felt a tangy smell of alcohol coming to his face, which made him frowned uncontrollably.

This guy is soaked in a wine jar, he even feels that from inside and outside his flesh and blood, what flows in his blood vessels is wine instead of blood, and the whole presents a sauce-flavored wine smell...

"Thank you for reminding me, fellow daoist, but I still like this place better."

After Lu Ren thanked him politely, he directly took down the control talisman on the door. With the injection of real power, a strange rune pattern lit up on the talisman, shining with a faint jade luster. Flying out of the hand, it turned into a ray of silver luster and flew like Qing Cheng's residence.

In this way, this place belongs to Lu Ren. If he waits until he steps on the ancient road and advances all the way, it will be vacant again. After all, although the Hanging Mountain is not big, it is only less than one kilometer in radius, but it is still With a height of seven or eight hundred meters, no matter how big the cabbage is, it is still not enough to live here.

The wine-nosed old man didn't say much when he saw this, he just stared at Lu Ren and activated the vacant card. After the extremely old house lost its strength to maintain it, in the eyes of Lu Ren and the wine-nosed old man, the two-story wooden house However, after shaking a few times, under the gaze of the two, there was a rumbling sound, and the crumbling wooden house in front of them was directly turned into ruins.

After a while, the old man with a wine nose coughed dryly, took a sip of his wine and said cheerfully: "This building has lasted for too long, so long that it is almost Qingcheng, Changkong, and Lishan did not come here, this building has survived, so long Tens of thousands of years, without the eternal power of the empty cards, these wooden materials have long been unable to withstand the erosion of the years."

While talking, the wine-nosed old man said with emotion: "Even I can't resist the erosion of time. Even the real dragon will eventually fall under the passage of time."

Lu Ren bent down, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the wood in the ruins, it felt like touching tofu dregs, the original wood was completely unusable.

Lu Ren took a breath, and the wood residue was blown away, leaving only a pitted foundation.

The wine-nosed old man walked to the side and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, you can only choose one place to live on this hanging mountain. Next, if you don't want to eat and sleep in the open, if you don't bring any materials, you can only go down to the sea of ​​clouds to earn spirit crystals. Digging materials to build."

After all, at their level, even if they carry something like wood, it will not be the wood for building a house. If they take out precious wood to build a house, that is the real reckless waste, and it is a brain twitching behavior.

Lu Ren didn't say much, after all, he could take out countless pieces of wood from the inner world and the universe at any time to build, but before that, he really wanted to see what Qing Cheng said that with the Hanging Mountain as the center, the sea of ​​clouds below it had a radius of hundreds of millions. Li belongs to the safe zone. Although there are many dangers, he has never mentioned the terrifying feeling that Lu Ren said.

Seeing that Lu Ren had been silent for a long time, the wine-nosed old man couldn't help comforting him: "Don't worry, I think you have plenty of life energy, strong spirit, and you are still very young. The resources needed for this house only need the next trip to the sea of ​​clouds. .”

After a pause, he introduced himself: "My name is Mr. Huang, and I happen to be going to the sea of ​​clouds in the next two days to hunt down a ferocious beast as a raw material for wine making. Do you want to come with me?"

Hearing Huang Gong's invitation, Lu Ren confirmed that the other party's tone was undefeated. After all, the martial arts instinct, and even the body's most instinctive detection of malice did not feel anything abnormal.

But Lu Ren didn't dare to be careless. These angels hid their emotions very well, and they were all the best.

Lu Ren asked suspiciously: "Fellow Huang Gong, I see that you are a mid-level celestial being, why did you invite me, a low-level celestial celestial, to go down to the sea of ​​clouds?"

Faced with Lu Ren's doubts, Mr. Huang didn't take it seriously. After all, he was credulous at the first meeting. Either he had iron ingots in his brain or he was plotting to do something wrong. He also expected Lu Ren's reaction, and a smile appeared on his face.

Youyou took a sip of wine and said: "Don't worry, you must have read those messages in Half Waist Square, I just saw that you just came here, you have a good heart, and you do things easily, when you are in Yunluo District Just stop, and I'll keep going."

Lu Ren is silent, in his own life, all those who want to become immortals in the river system step on countless corpses, killing blood into rivers.

In other river system worlds, Lu Ren really doesn't know how these celestial beings achieved, but logically speaking, the most fundamental root of the universality of practice is plundering, plundering all resources in the universe, and attributing all kinds of great power to them. By himself, he achieved the realm of immortality.

So almost ninety-nine percent of the angels came to this point after experiencing countless killings, and the Huang Gong in front of him, Lu Ren really didn't believe that he was true, good and beautiful.

After a moment of silence, Lu Ren thanked and said, "Then I would like to thank you, Mr. Huang Gongdao. I am new here, so I should learn more humbly like you."

"Hey! Stop it, I didn't pull you for nothing."