Fundamentals of Catching Immortals

Chapter 528 A thousand years later ([-])

Time flies by like a white horse.

For ordinary people, 1000 years has been so long that it can only be described as a "legend".

legend……

1000 years ago, there were not so many devils and goblins on this continent. Humans and aliens did not know each other, and mortals were still the masters of this continent. Than one will clamp their tails tightly, wander around or hide deep in the wild.

1000 years ago, Jibeiyuan was still a land of ice and snow, a land of half-immortals that mortals could not step into.

1000 years ago, the notorious Yinhe Mountain was still the most orthodox and noble cultivation sect on this continent.

1000 years ago, there were four distinct seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Day and night were divided according to time of day. When you looked up during the day, you couldn’t see the two split skies.

According to legend, this continent was so peaceful and orderly 1000 years ago.

And all of this is due to the birth of the Nixian on Yinhe Mountain 1000 years ago, and it has completely become a "legend".

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The weather was good that day, the sun looked quite calm, not a few people died of heat, nor did they lose their temper.Looking up, there are a lot of white clouds floating in the east and west sky, and they are all azure blue. Even the deep scratches in the middle of the sky that gradually fade from north to south are more gentle and kind.

According to the old practice, there is a market in Leihu Town on this day.Early in the morning, the common people on the city street would carry their burdens, each occupying a corner of the street, laying out the goods to be sold, and sitting down with small stools to wait for the business.

The street gradually became lively, elves with long tails, monsters with long necks and long tongues, and ordinary people in thin shirts all crowded onto the street.

The red-haired, green-faced ghost pointed to an open cloth bag on a stall, and asked the white-bearded old man sitting behind the stall with his tongue out, "Is this the tail hair of a nine-tailed fox?"

The old man nodded obsequiously, and said with a smile: "Master has good eyesight, this is indeed the tail hair of a nine-tailed fox, or a pure white nine-tailed fox, but it is rare."

The ghost wrinkled his nose with two nostrils and no bridge, and said in a disgusted tone: "Who knows if you are from Nine-Tails or Seven-Tails...how did you sell it? Do you want money or something else?"

"Sell Yangshou for two months." The old man rubbed his hands and said, "My old lady lost her Yangshou at the age of last year. The sons in the family were reluctant to let her go to Fengdu, so they kept her. This nine-tailed fox tail is indeed real. Yes, it was my eldest son who managed to get it back from outside, and wanted to extend my old lady's life for two months. You are a ghost, and I, a mortal, would never dare to lie to you."

When the hideously ugly ghost heard this, his eyeballs popped out of anger: "Two months of longevity? Hey, why don't you grab it!" Saying this, the poor ghost spat at the old man, grabbed his hands and walked away opened.

The old man saw the hell and left, with a slight look of disappointment flashing across his face, he slowly retracted his neck, squatted in the corner and continued to wait for the business.

Immediately afterwards, two Taoist priests in white came over.

When the old man saw the two Taoist priests, his expression immediately turned a little contemptuous.He turned his head away, he didn't want to pay attention to these two Taoist priests, but unexpectedly, two young Taoist priests walked up to his stall, pointed at the fox fur and said, "Master, how do you sell this fox fur?"

(End of this chapter)