Village Building Order Frenzy

A piece of land of about two million square kilometers, like a huge cake, reveals an attractive aroma.

Zhang Yang stood under the huge starry sky with a look of intoxication. At the same time, he was also entangled in how to make the first cut. After all, this is not a village or a city.

Also, although he wants to develop this piece of real world well, he is not here to play strategy games.

Because the crisis has never been far away, the pressure of survival has always been there.

"Comprehensive development is impossible. The story begins here."

Zhang Yang's hand lightly tapped in the void, and ripples like water lines spread out, like an ink painting.

At first, it was a stone with sharp edges and corners. Then there was a man carrying a sword on the stone. He couldn't see his face, but he could vaguely feel the vicissitudes of his body.

A piece of black and white fallen leaves floated down in a circle, and there was a big tree on the screen, with luxuriant branches, and the colors gradually changed from black and white to light yellow in spring, emerald green in summer, and The redness of autumn precipitates, and the black and white bleakness of winter.

Day after day, year after year.

The angular stones gradually covered the moss, and the big trees rose and withered again and again, except that the back of the sword-bearing man had never changed.

He is like a statue, watching something.

Slowly, the earth became verdant, and the traces of once riddled with holes disappeared. A well appeared in the picture, ancient, vicissitudes and mysterious.

The picture began to spread around, first an orion appeared in the corner of the picture, and then a simple hut.

The host, the hostess, and a small piece of cultivated vegetable plots, an old dog, two children, one large and one small, are chasing flying butterflies.

The surrounding huts gradually increased, a small street began to appear, and more pedestrians came and went.

Toddlers became strong, strong men and women grew old, and old men died.

Everything is just the most common picture.

The small village became a prosperous town, and the small town became a city.

No one remembers when the first hut was built and when it was demolished.

Just as no one remembers that there is an ancient well in this city, and there is a man with a sword watching by the well.

"The story starts from a long, long time ago. Once, there was a powerful monster with high mana, great magical powers, soaring through the clouds and fog, traveling thousands of miles every day. It harmed many people, the heart of eating children the most, no one can fight it. Later, there was a wandering swordsman who vowed to destroy the monster. They killed the monster from sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to sunrise. They flew seven hundred miles, and finally severely injured the monster."

"But the swordsman was dying at this time, unable to kill the monster, so the swordsman turned him and his sword into an ancient well and sealed the monster. Now, this well is here. Someone once passed by in the middle of the night. You will even hear a whining sound from the well."

An extremely kind and wrinkled old lady sat in the sun, washing her clothes while shedding her clothes, and telling stories to the grandchildren who surrounded her.

Not far away, it was a well, and the two young women were turning the water-carrying reel together. At this moment, the sun was shining, and the legendary ghosts were just legends.

At the entrance of a street farther away, Zhang Yang changed into an ancient costume and walked away slowly, like a passer-by.

It took him a full five hundred units of the law of the universe to make all of this in front of him.

That's right, it's that simple. No farming can compare to this open-and-hang bombing.

But all of this is worthwhile. He can't take the extremely precious fragments of the real world to farm and build. That is equivalent to selling biscuits in the emperor's palace. Either he or the emperor is stupid.

Therefore, it is better to plant a story. He used a core disciple, a city, and 5,000 mortals to plant a real story that was recognized by the fragments of the real world and can be projected into the heavens and the world.

Once Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen, Heishan Lao Yao, and Mu Grandma could do what the Mahayana cultivators could do, why couldn't he do it?

The conditions he has now are hundreds of times better than those of those people, not to mention that this story has free actors’ true involvement.

This is the most valuable of the 108 ways to develop the fragments of the real world.

At least for Zhang Yang.

He left the city in this way, as if he had never appeared before, but the story has officially unfolded.

"what!"

A young woman who was fetching water let out a scream, squatted down holding her stomach, her face was extremely pale, as if she was experiencing terrible pain.

A group of people hurriedly helped her away and invited the doctor.

Nothing special happened next, and the woman recovered after a few days of recuperation at home.

But for some reason, whenever the woman got close to the ancient well for a certain distance, she would hear some weird whispers inexplicably, terrifying. At first, this woman dared not talk to others, but from that day on, as long as she fell into a dream , I will find myself walking in the mist involuntarily. Deep in the mist, there will be weird whispers, and the voice will become clearer and clearer until she is awakened.

The woman became ill again, and patches of snake scales began to grow on her arms. She didn't even like to cook cooked food anymore, and began to crave blood.

She dared not describe these abnormalities to anyone, but the situation in her dreams became more and more serious. She had already seen a somewhat vaguely huge, snake-like outline of a statue——

It was night, and the blood was shining in the 14 courtyards around the ancient well. Hundreds of corpses were bitten off their throats and the blood was sucked away.

"Have you been hooked, or are you trying?"

Zhang Yang pays attention all the time, just like a chess player playing chess.

A chess piece was played again, and a fifth-generation disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect was ordered by his master to go down the mountain to practice. After passing through here, he found that the evil spirit was soaring. He followed the clues to find the abnormal woman and locked the ancient well. His strength was unable to fight the Abnormal Woman. At the moment of life and death, a shock appeared to kill the Abnormal Woman, but he was a man with vicissitudes of life and endless loneliness~www.ltnovel.com~this Of course it is Wu Jun who should be robbed.

Zhang Yang is using his identity as the master of the real world fragments. Without moving time, he can't move, but it couldn't be easier to inject some time-flight information into a city, thousands of mortals, and his big disciples.

Even the snake of plague will be deceived by it.

Or it doesn't matter if you are not fooled. The purpose of publicity is very clear. When you come, we will act.

If you don't come, I will make up a story and continue acting.

Once Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen, those immortal cultivators could use the story of a Chinese Ghost Story to keep the world of Dharma at the end of Liao Zhai for so long.

It doesn't make sense to publicize the right time, place and people today. Can't you make a lot of money?

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