The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 361 The Magical Era

Looking into the distance, there are many ancient stone cities displayed on the endless plain.

Song Feng took a deep breath.

"It seems that the culture of this world should be closely related to the culture of the previous world."

"This finally makes me feel relieved. After all, we have the same cultural literacy. If I learn more, there shouldn't be any problems."

Seeing this familiar ancient city with its cultural characteristics and the curling green smoke, Song Feng felt reassured.

He was originally hesitant.

Because the spiritual energy of this world is so rich, and it is a new world, who knows what the cultural expressions of this world are like?
If he's unlucky enough to come up with some very abstract culture or cultivation system, Song Feng would probably be depressed to death.

Not to mention anything else.

Even in many novels and stories, there are many incomprehensible, even bizarre and outrageous methods of practice.

He didn't want to be so disgraceful.

The characteristics of oriental culture are still better. With the characteristics of oriental culture, no matter it is the world of Shan Hai Jing, or the world of ancient gods or immortals, it is more or less reliable.

It's never too abstract.

After practicing for so many years, he felt that he was almost becoming an antique. It was better to follow the steps. He couldn't stand the abstract things.

Thought of this.

He lightly pinched his fingers to completely conceal his figure, and then turned into a breeze and blew into the vast plain-like country in the distance.

The breeze died down.

Next, Song Feng chose a set of coarse cloth robes based on what people in the countryside wore.

"This dress looks like it belongs to the Tang and Song dynasties, but why does this era look a bit like the ancient Shang and Zhou dynasties?"

Standing in the ancient city, looking at the rough and uneven stone walls made entirely of stone, Song Feng became curious about the culture of this world.

Logically speaking.

With the craftsmanship used in casting the city wall, it is estimated that it is impossible to make clothes in the style of long robes from the Tang and Song dynasties.

Just talking about spinning and dyeing, this kind of craft cannot be mastered in a short time.

But the magical thing is.

Such a strange thing actually appeared in this era.

There are no blue bricks paving the yellow soil.

The mottled stones, staggered from left to right on the city wall, had not been polished, and looked completely weathered.

But what’s even more amazing is this.

Such a city built entirely of stones is actually a very large and majestic city.

Who could have imagined it.

With this seemingly low-quality craftsmanship and built entirely of stone, the city is actually about ten feet tall.

This is no ordinary city.

A wall that is nearly 40 meters high is no joke in any era.

It's so magical and so bizarre.

This gives Song style a sense of disorder that transcends time.

Just at this time.

All he saw were some scattered farmers wearing coarse cloth, each carrying a small basket or a bag on their back, walking towards the city.

Most of them were barefoot.

But each of them has a rosy complexion, without any sign of being sallow or thin.

The old and the young are all contented and happy.

Everyone had a smile on their face, as if they were very satisfied with their lives.

It felt like Song Feng himself had arrived at the Peach Blossom Spring.

"Enter!"

"Enter!"

"..."

One after another, soft cries came from the mouth of the gatekeeper general holding a bronze spear.

Each of these people seems a little lazy.

There was no excessive inspection of the farmers who lined up to enter the city.

Just a quick glance.

When they saw that these people were all familiar faces or non-threatening, they were not even questioned.

even.

Song Feng also saw that one of the gatekeepers took out a strange coin from his waist and put it in the old farmer's hand.

He bought a few pears from an old farmer who carried a basket into the city to sell pears, and gave them to several soldiers to taste.

The soldiers guarding the gate were crunching their pears and looking smiling. They didn't seem like an elite troop.

however.

Song Feng was shocked when he saw this scene:
"…Is it so ancient?"

From ancient times to the present, in the history, except for the ancient Spring and Autumn Period, or even in more distant times, there have never been any city defenders who are so selfless.

Look at this harmonious atmosphere.

The soldiers defending the city neither made things difficult for the old farmers who entered the city nor asked them to pay an entrance fee.

They would even spend money to buy food from these old farmers to quench their thirst when they were thirsty, without any sense of arrogance at all.

Rare, so rare.

Such a harmonious atmosphere can probably only exist in the world of great harmony written by ancient sages.

The average morality of the people is too high.

These people don't look like elite troops, and they are all lazy and slack, but Song Feng finds them very interesting.

"The culture of this world is a little too simple. This is really... really a very good world..."

When he said the last words, a gleam of light flashed in Song Feng's eyes.

He began to like this world a little.

Thinking of this, he followed a group of people entering the city, and then lined up in front of the guard entering the city.

however.

Just when he wanted to walk in like an old farmer, the general guarding the city stopped him:

"Please wait a moment, sir."

Hearing this, Song Feng, who was called a wise man for the first time, was slightly stunned.

In the past, he was called a left-handed demon and a heretic. It was the first time he was called such a high-sounding name, and he was really surprised.

"…Are you calling me?"

He pointed at himself subconsciously. Even though Song Feng had always been very confident in himself, he now had some doubts.

Is this wise man really calling me?
Does he look so dignified?
Seeing Song Feng pointing at him with some suspicion, the soldier guarding the city came over with a chuckle, and then invited Song Feng to the city gate:

"There is no need for you to doubt me, wise men. Naturally, we have no reason to admit our mistakes."

When talking about this person, the general wearing leather armor and holding a bronze spear smiled very kindly.

It didn't look like she wanted to ask him anything, but rather like a greeting between friends.

Song Feng was surprised by what he saw.

This style of painting was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations. After hearing what the city guard said, and seeing his friendly appearance in such clothes, Song Feng became interested:
"May I ask, General, how did you determine that I am the wise man you mentioned?"

When he said this, Song Feng even waved his clothes gently.

Although the clothes are better than those worn by ordinary farmers, they are only slightly better, and have a sense of mediocrity.

Even to hide.

He also deliberately suppressed his temperament.

He has confidence.

Even if you meet a true immortal master who has also survived the three disasters, he will not be easily recognized.

How do these people make their judgment?

Seeing Song Feng's surprised expression, the general guarding the city took off his helmet.

Then, I took two bowls of water from a small stall near the city wall:

“Although the wise men hide their true colors, they are more confident and proud than ordinary farmers.”

"Although his temperament is not obvious on the surface, he has a sense of strategy in his heart and has an extraordinary temperament."

Hearing the praise from the city guarding general, Song Feng smiled slightly, as if accepting his compliments.

Then, just like the general guarding the city, he picked up the tea on the table and took a few sips, then motioned for the general to continue speaking.

The new world is interesting.

Every place can make him feel surprised.

Seeing Song Feng's calm expression, the general smiled slightly, and then poured another bowl of water for Song Feng:

"Of course, more importantly, I already know all the farmers and retail traders who come into the city every day. When I meet a stranger like you, I naturally have to observe him more carefully."

"Sir, you are not a citizen of our Green Ants, but you are wearing our clothes, so you are definitely not an ordinary person."

"The only people who can travel between many countries without looking embarrassed are probably the legendary Qigong masters who hide in the mountains and travel the world from time to time."

At the end of the speech, the general defending the city appeared very confident.

"Back then, I accompanied the king to receive a strange man. He claimed to be a Qi Refiner from Jinshi Mountain. His ability to fly through the clouds and mist still shocks me to this day."

"Since then, I have paid more attention to talented people. It is precisely because I have seen many talented people that I can better understand your extraordinaryness."

"...If that's the case, how can you not be called a wise man?"

At the end of his speech, the gatekeeper general held up the bowl of tea in front of him with both hands and raised it above his eyebrows.

It seems quite respectful.

Hearing what the city guard general said, Song Feng laughed:

"Ha, it seems that I have revealed quite a few flaws."

Although he was not dressed too seriously, the fact that he was recognized by others showed that this general guarding the city was extraordinary.

Moreover, the general defending the city was well-organized and logical.

He doesn't look like a vulgar person at all.

It is precisely because of this that Song Feng is willing to talk to him for a few words.

Seeing that Song Feng directly admitted that he was a Qi Refiner, the general guarding the city was also very happy:
"My name is Fang Fengli, and I am the ninth son of the ruler of the Green Ant Nation. I don't know your name, sir?"

Looking at the gatekeeper general named Fang Fengli in front of him, Song Feng nodded and then said:
"My name is Beiyin Sanren, I am a wanderer in the mountains and forests, I have long forgotten my name in the mortal world."

Who doesn’t have a few trumpets when traveling around the world?

If you are a rookie and don't know the truth about the world and reveal your real name, you may get killed if you are not careful.

It's better to keep a low profile.

And listening to what this general who claims to be the ninth son of the Green Ant Kingdom says, there are indeed Qi Refiners in this world.

This is interesting.

Being able to fly in the clouds and mist meant that the Qigong practitioner who came to the Green Ant Country was himself very capable.

It’s better to understand it first.

After hearing what Song Feng said, Feng Fengli not only did not continue to ask, but instead acted as if he understood very well:

"A wise man is an extraordinary person. It is impossible for him to be bothered by a mere title. We can understand that."

When he said this, Feng Feng sighed helplessly, and then looked at Song Feng in front of him:

"I think you must have guessed what I want. If that's the case, I won't try to hide it any more."

When he said this, Feng Fengli showed a helpless expression on his face, as if he had been trapped for a long time:

"We, the Green Ant Nation, are descendants of the ancient Fangfeng clan, although the ancient bloodline has long been gradually hidden in the passage of time."

"But we who have inherited the bloodline of the Fangfeng clan can also protect this area and ensure that the people within a thousand miles can have a living."

If it weren't for the various turmoils in ancient times and the passage of time, the power in their blood would have been lost long ago.

They won't be troubled by this matter for a long time.

In the end, there is no power left.

In the entire Green Ant Kingdom, only his father, who was respected as the king, seemed to have some special powers left in his blood.

It can barely support a country.

It can accommodate the people's livelihood in this area of ​​thousands of miles.

As for saying more.

That's not possible.

This is also the reason why he, as the son of the king, always stands in front of the door and acts as a goalkeeper.

After all, most of these Qigong practitioners are elusive, and they are either hiding in the mountains, rivers, and swamps, or wandering among the people under an assumed name.

Bad luck.

Even decades may not be seen.

He also wanted to try his luck.

He was originally disappointed, but he didn't expect that good things would come after bad times, and now he actually has some surprises.

"Under the blessing of our ancestors' power, the Green Ant Nation's thousands of miles of land is naturally a place where people live in harmony and peace."

"But, for some reason, more than a decade ago, a remarkable being seemed to have appeared on the banks of the Green Water River."

"I don't know what it is, but I know that every summer when the water level rises, it stirs up the Green River and makes it surge with waves."

"The river was surging throughout the summer, and fishermen and farmers were afraid to go to the river to fetch water and fish, leaving many fishermen without a livelihood."

"Although the king has tried hard to conquer and fight, he has failed without exception."

"In fact, after more than a decade of conquests, the king didn't even know what was under the river."

"We had to restrict many citizens from going to the Green River to fetch water in the summer, and that was the only way to protect many people."

When it comes to this, even though Fang Fengli is his father's biological son, he can't help but feel that he is boosting others' morale and destroying his own prestige.

Although my father is extremely powerful, it has to be said that at this time, he can't do anything.

More importantly, although the other person has such power in the river, my old father can only say hello on the shore.

The power that can stir the Green River.

The entire Fangfeng clan and the entire Green Ant Nation did not have any power that could resist.

What might be done?
We can only seek external help!

They couldn't even find this foreign aid. It can only be said that they were unworthy of the glory of their ancestors and their ancestral bloodline.

It is fortunate that a wise man has come now, otherwise, the Green Ant Kingdom would be controlled by others in the future.

(End of this chapter)