The Supreme Being

Mechanical iron bird?

Meng Qi was obviously stunned when he first sensed this flying bird, because it had a rough appearance, a dark body, iron pieces inserted in its wings, and its eyes seemed to be cast in brass, without any life. He almost thought it was a zombie bird from Jiuyou. When Jiang Zhiwei recognized it, he suddenly realized that this was not a flying bird in the mechanical art?

Some small sects in his own world are good at mechanical art and can make various traps and mechanical items, such as wooden oxen and flowing horses, such as wingless flying birds, but Meng Qi has never seen a mechanical iron bird that can fly so freely in the air!

Could this door be a teleportation portal? Did the two of them arrive near a small sect that is good at mechanical art?

The mechanical iron bird flew along the mountainside, penetrated into the sky, and soon disappeared from the perception of Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei.

"The mechanical iron bird that can fly like this is probably only in the Middle Ages, and it has long been lost..." Jiang Zhiwei frowned slightly.

Hearing this, Meng Qi suddenly had many strange ideas. Could it be that the All-Seeing Gate was the Gate of Time, and the two of them had returned to the Middle Ages?

No, the vitality of the world before the chaos of the Demon Buddha should not be so thin...

He looked at the village at the foot of the mountain and said with interest: "Zhiwei, how about we go down the mountain to ask people?"

The so-called travel, in addition to fighting and tempering, also means to gain experience. Traveling thousands of miles and seeing thousands of things is better than reading thousands of books.

And with Meng Qi's personality, seeing new things is very much to his taste.

Jiang Zhiwei was also full of interest, smiling at the curling smoke at the foot of the mountain: "I wonder where we are?"

The two did not go down the mountain immediately, but turned and flew into the crater, closed the All-Seeing Gate, put away the token, and wiped out the traces.

Because they did not know the local situation, the two stopped flying before reaching the foot of the mountain and walked towards the village.

There are many fertile fields being cultivated outside the village. A half-white old man wearing a bamboo hat stands on the edge of the field. In front of him are "wooden monsters" that may be mechanical cows, dragging iron plows, walking slowly and turning the soil.

From time to time, the "mechanical cows" stop, and the half-white old man walks over quickly and twists the mechanism hard. Soon, the mechanical cow makes a creaking sound again and plows the land again. Many fields in the distance are similar.

The old man wiped his sweat and walked back to the edge of the field. Suddenly, he saw a man and a woman coming on the official road. The man was wearing a green shirt and carrying a long sword. He had handsome features and a smile on his lips. He was approachable in his leisurely and unrestrained manner. The woman was wearing a goose yellow dress, with a bright face and generous manner. She also had a long sword on her waist. The two came side by side, and their clothes fluttered in the wind. It was really like a poem or a painting.

Seeing Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looking at their own farmland, the old man greeted them warmly: "Are you two here to visit the village?"

Although the language has changed a little, it can be understood, as if it is of the same origin... Meng Qi smiled and said: "You are too polite, old man. We are just passing by. Seeing everyone busy and busy farming, we can't help but stop and watch."

The half-white old man laughed and said: "Are you curious about these mechanical cows?"

He smacked his lips, showing a hint of pride: "This is an improvement made by Xie Maocai in our village. It is much more useful than the previous clumsy and heavy mechanical cows! He passed the exam for Maocai at the age of sixteen. Many talents and nobles in the state city praised him for his craftsmanship. A craftsman is unique, and he will surely become a talent and a real mechanical engineer."

Mechanical engineer? Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other. It is true that this place is good at mechanical arts.

"Xie Maocai is really talented." Meng Qi praised the old man.

The half-white old man smiled as if he had been praised, and his eyes narrowed. Suddenly, he saw someone in his peripheral vision and shouted loudly: "Xie Maocai, Xie Maocai, there are guests looking for you!" It was a half-grown child of sixteen or seventeen years old, with a turban on his head, a black wide robe, a round face, and a focused expression. He was helping a farmer repair a mechanical cow. Hearing the old man's call, he put down the tools in his hand, ran over, and a brown and yellow puppy followed him. One of the puppy's feet was made of wood, which seemed to be a prosthesis, but it didn't seem to have much impact on running. Xie Maocai stopped beside the old man and felt quite restrained in front of the two fairy-like guests: "Are you looking for me?" "We heard the old man mention Maocai, and we want to see the genius of mechanical technology." Meng Qi laughed. Xie Maocai scratched his head: "No, no, I'm lucky to be here." His face was slightly red, and he smiled unconsciously. He seemed very happy to be praised. "My surname is Xie Xian, what are the names of the two guests?" He asked politely. Meng Qi smiled and said, "My surname is Su and my name is Meng. This is my good friend Jiang Zhiwei."

Xie Xian was about to greet him when he saw a man in Taoist attire coming over. He was about 20 years old and holding a peach wood sword. In Meng Qi's induction with the heaven and earth, he had no secrets and all his movements were expected. He had more than 10 or 20 talismans in his arms.

"Did you come down from Huowu Mountain?" He didn't sound very good.

Suddenly, he felt that the young man in front of him was smiling, graceful, and approachable, so he subconsciously softened his tone: "There are evil demons up there, don't always think about taking shortcuts."

"Evil demons?" Jiang Zhiwei asked in confusion.

When the two of them were on the mountain, they didn't feel any trace of evil demons at all. Could it be that they were scared and hid?

The half-white old man hurriedly said: "You two guests don't know that two years ago, an evil demon appeared in Huowu Mountain." Seeing that he didn't get to the point, Xie Xian glanced at the Taoist man, and then introduced clearly: "Huowu Mountain produces the Sun God Stone, which has always been controlled by several major immortal sects and our Mo Palace, but it has been mined since ancient times, and the Sun God Stone is becoming increasingly scarce."

"Two years ago, while digging deep, an evil demon was dug out of the magma. It killed everyone and took away many Sun Stones. It often appeared later, and even several nobles died here. Until one day, When the Heavenly Master and the Master arrived, it disappeared without a trace."

"During those days, we could hear the cries of ghosts on the mountain every night."

Meng Qi wanted to rub his nose. Judging from the description, the evil spirit was probably Zeluoju, and he was causing quite a big fuss.

But it’s really interesting here. The mechanism technique is infinitely stronger than that of our own world, and there are also Taoist heritage, monks and heavenly masters, as well as heavenly materials and earthly treasures...

"So that's it." Meng Qi said casually, "We didn't climb over the Fire Mist Mountain, we just went around it."

"Well, all the Sun Stones in Huowu Mountain have been mined. I can't control whether others go up the mountain, but if you encounter an evil spirit, you can only seek blessings for yourself." The man in Taoist clothing said resentfully.

Since the Immortal Sect and Mo Palace no longer control the depleted Huowu Mountain, many people who are looking forward to encountering adventures have gone up the mountain to look for stones.

Meng Qi said half-jokingly: "A certain person is not afraid of evil spirits. The evil spirits have always been afraid of us. A certain person once had a nickname, called the Evil Nemesis."

"Evil Nemesis, haha..." The man in Taoist attire responded with a smile and said goodbye.

After taking a few steps, he whispered to himself in Meng Qi's ears: "Evil nemesis? Are you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue! Only us Immortal Sect monks and Mo Palace organ masters can be called evil nemesis, how about a little warrior?"

The person holding the metal sword directly across his waist is obviously a warrior!

What did I lie to you for? I have already killed that evil spirit... Meng Qi innocently looked at the back of the man in Taoist attire.

At this time, four iron-wood machines with distinct structures dragged the carriage out of the village and stopped next to the man in Taoist clothing. The man driving the car said respectfully: "Taoist Master Ouyang, aren't you going to the state capital?"

Taoist Ouyang nodded slightly and boarded the carriage.

The carriage drove along the official road, and the coachman looked at Xie Xian with a smile: "Xiao Maocai, come up quickly, don't miss the state and city talent test."

"Talent test?" Meng Qi smiled and was slightly surprised.

The coachman smiled and said: "The guest doesn't know something. He passed the Maocai examination in Mo Palace, the county seat, when he was sixteen years old. He is regarded as a first-class mechanical genius in our state. Now, in less than a year, he is preparing to take the state city talent test." Take a test, tsk tsk..."

Xie Xian's face flushed with praise and he lowered his head to say goodbye.

Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other and saw each other's strong interest in this place, so they raised their hands and said, "The two of us are also going to Zhoucheng. I wonder if my brother can give us a ride?"

Seeing that the two of them were well-groomed, well-behaved, and distinguished in temperament, the coachman patted the trap's ponytail and said in a loud voice, "Okay!"

Xie Xian picked up the puppy, stroked its fur, and muttered: "You can't go far now, just wait for me at home, and remember to listen to your uncle and aunt... If I become a talented person and learn better machine skills, I’ll give you mechanical wooden legs so you can travel far away!”

The puppy whined loudly and was reluctant to leave until the carriage drove away and then returned home. At the same time, other mechanics came to repair the broken mechanics.

The carriage was very spacious, with Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei sitting on one side, and Taoist Ouyang and Xie Xian sitting on the other side.

Meng Qi took the initiative to chat and told some interesting facts without revealing his identity. The atmosphere soon became harmonious, and the slightly arrogant Taoist Ouyang also joined in.

While they were chatting happily, the carriage slowly stopped, making Meng Qi's plan to talk nonsense come to nothing. Sometimes, he really thought that it would be easier and faster to use mental suggestions, but because he couldn't figure out the situation here, he faced Mo Gong Maocai and Xian Sect disciples don’t dare to do this rashly.

After getting off the carriage, Meng Qi was suddenly stunned because there was a long iron-black motorcycle parked not far away. It looked like a giant python or dragon and seemed to be able to seat many people.

Watching Xie Xian and Ouyang coldly using copper coins to pay the fare, Jiang Zhiwei suddenly knew something and took out a small piece of silver. The driver thanked him repeatedly and handed it over.

Then the two of them followed Xie Xian and Ouyang Zheng to the motorcycle, and exchanged the silver for two thin pieces of paper from the man in the dark green robe.

"Ink truck."

"Huowu County—Yongzhou City."

"Estimated time limit: two hours and two quarters."

Looking at such a piece of paper, Meng Qi didn't know how to describe his expression.

The windows of the car are bright and clear, and they sit in pairs with a table in the middle.

After Meng Qi and others sat down, they waited for a while. The locomotive sprouted centipede-like legs and ran along the official road, sometimes over the mountains and ridges.

It's strange to say that running like this is the most bumpy, but there is no feeling on the train, and there are only a few ripples in the tea on the table.

"It's great that mechanism skills can make daily life comfortable and simple." Meng Qi expressed emotion to Jiang Zhiwei's voice transmission.

Jiang Zhiwei said thoughtfully: "Before the chaos of the Demon Buddha, there should be similar things in our world. The Medieval 'Sage of Weapons' was a master of mechanical skills. It was said that there were flying ships and all kinds of strange things. But that disaster After that, they all lost their inheritance.”

At this time, someone walked forward from behind, wearing a plain robe and carrying a long box on his back, with a cold temperament.

Ouyang Zheng's face changed slightly and he whispered: "Sword box."

"Flying Sword..." Xie Xian was excited and afraid.

Seeing this man, Meng Qi frowned and looked at it with the eyes of a "street fortune teller". This man was entangled in cause and effect and had evil spirits, and he was afraid that something bad would happen to him.

Asking for a monthly ticket~