"Exclusive ancestral secret recipe, Liu's sauced meat, one spirit stone a jar."
"A top quality flying sword enchanted by a Supreme Immortal, reluctantly part with it, this opportunity will not come again!"
"Cultivation secret manual personally passed down by a Daoist Master of Deity Stage, fifty thousand spirit stones non-negotiable price!"
In the wide square of B3 Area, all kinds of people ran all kinds of businesses, ranging from spiritual treasures and secret manuals to daily necessities, cooking oil, and salt. Enthusiastic businessmen, passers-by, and spectators who stopped to watch … All kinds of people set off the hustle and bustle of the open space created by the Dixian people.
It had been three months since the opening of the City of Immortals, and tens of millions of people had entered this dreamy city. Then, like seeds that had taken root and sprouted here, the branches and leaves flourished. B3 Area was just a small microcosm of a big background.
Of course, for many people, the world in B3 Area was vast enough that it was worth spending all their efforts to manage and explore it.
"Little Mouse, have you found the three golden vine leaves that I want?"
"Someone will deliver them in the afternoon at the earliest … Okay, don't urge me, I can't give you the golden vine leaves even if you urge me to death. Moreover, it's only been half a day, where do you want me to find the golden vine leaves for you? "
"Humph, don't forget that I have to boil your Eight Desolation Six Directions Soup for you. If you delay my business, don't ever think about immortal cultivation again in this life!"
"I know, I know, you don't have to repeat it day after day. You dead face, why didn't I find out that you're so long-winded when we were in the suburbs? Okay, I'm going out to sweep the goods, so you can look after the house with peace of mind. Also, shouldn't you find a chance to take a bath? The whole house is full of your stink. "
"Get out of here!"
After scurrying out of the dark and damp semi-basement, the young man took a deep breath and felt that his lungs were once again filled with fresh air. He did a somersault in satisfaction and put on a cunning and quick-witted smile.
The teenager was Shu Si, who came here on a whim three months ago.
After being rescued by Wang Lu, he lived in the City of Immortals. The residence in A17 area provided daily necessities. The teenager, who used to be hungry in the suburbs, no longer had to worry about food and clothing. However, he soon discovered that compared to eating and sleeping in his room, the vast world outside was much more interesting.
The City of Immortals was the fate of Dixian. Those high and mighty cultivators could be seen everywhere, and the density was even higher than in Fengdu City. Shu Si had always fantasized about being taken in as a disciple by a highly respected immortal, and from then on, embarking on the supreme path of immortality, living a carefree life.
However, after wandering around the City of Immortals for several days, he realized that his idea was too simple. When he was in Fengdu City, he failed to meet his own immortal affinity, and now it was equally difficult in the City of Immortals. There were many highly respected immortals, but none of them were interested in him. The red-and-white cultivator he met on the first day was undoubtedly a good person, but soon he knew that the red-and-white cultivator was far from him. He was afraid that he would never see him again in this life … Moreover, although that person was famous, he was also controversial and had enemies everywhere. If he rashly said that he had something to do with him, he was afraid that he would be harmed instead.
Shu Si wandered around the City of Immortals for a few days, but he didn't get much immortal affinity. Instead, he saw the approachability of the cultivators. Many cultivators were willing to condescend to talk to a mortal like him, and their lines were generally, "Smelly brat, get away from me!" "Mortal, don't block the way, be careful not to kill you!" "Don't you have eyes when you walk?" "Hehe, this old man's Spirit Staff just so happens to be lacking a few living souls. I wonder if you're interested in coming in to play?" Such words brimming with enthusiasm.
Perhaps he really should have accepted his fate long ago — he was not the kind of lucky person with innate spirit root.
In desperation, Shu Si had to be down-to-earth and find the person closest to the world of immortal cultivation — the Dead Face who helped him dispose of the stolen goods. Although the identity of the Dead Face was mysterious, he was undoubtedly a cultivator with spells. Shu Si found him, and after coaxing and pestering, he finally got the Dead Face to point out a way: artificial spirit root.
If one wanted to cultivate without natural spirit root, artificial spirit root was the only way. Perhaps many high-rank sects didn't like it, but it was an indisputable fact that artificial spirit root was becoming more and more popular in Nine Regions. It was just that, artificial spirit root, which was worthless to many cultivators, was too expensive and too rare for mortals.
Fortunately, the Dead Face happened to have a bowl of Eight Desolation Six Directions Soup that he bought not long ago. It was a middle-rank man-made spirit root, and after taking it, one would have a middle-rank and low-rank spirit root. If one was talented, one would be able to reach Xudan Stage in this lifetime, and if one had a fortuitous encounter, one might be able to break through the King Pill.
This decoction was not cheap, at least for Shu Si, it was a sky-high price that he would never be able to reach in his lifetime. However, he also happened to have a sky-high price prop in his hand — the Person Seeking Compass that Wang Lu gave him.
Although the compass had an extraordinary meaning for him, the teenager who grew up alone in the alley knew how to be flexible. He mortgaged the compass to the Dead Face, and then promised to work for him and redeem the compass with his own salary. The Dead Face was silent for a long time, and finally, he agreed.
At that time, Shu Si laughed in his heart. Sure enough, he was not mistaken. Although the Dead Face looked cold and indifferent, he was actually very kind-hearted.
However, it was difficult for Shu Si, who was used to idling around since he was a child, to have perseverance in a job. In the first few days, he was still diligent, busy in the small shop of the dead face, but after a few days, he began to dawdle on his work.
For example, right now, he was nominally going to the market in B3 Area to sweep the goods — that is, to pick up some cheap goods. However, he soon ran to the sign in the center to watch the show.
This was also one of the important entertainment activities for many residents of the City of Immortals in recent times.
"Today, it should be about the life and death farewell of that Zheng Shiliu and his lover … Zheng Shiliu's show is the most exciting in recent days. It would be a pity to miss it."
While talking, Shu Si sat down under a tree in the square and looked up at the sky.
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"If you don't believe me, I'll tell you a joke about the Western Continent people paying a New Year's greeting, then you'll know what's going on."
"I really don't believe it! Tell me, what's going on? "
In the center of the square, a huge sign board hung down. Originally, the words "B3 Area" were written on it, but now it was replaced by a water curtain projection spell. On the water screen, hundreds of actors in plain robes were performing a program called group comedy.
This group of crosstalk performers had been performing day and night for two months straight.
In these two months, the number of crosstalk actors who appeared on stage was more than thirty thousand, all of whom were unsuccessful artists that Wang Lu used the power of the Wanxian League to collect from all over Nine Regions in the shortest time. Most of these people originally lived on the starvation line and were in poverty. But now, they were fortunate to participate in the opening ceremony of the Grand Competition, reaching the sky in a single bound. These people were divided into groups of six to seven hundred people, a total of fifty groups, and then took turns to go on stage. A complete rotation would take about three days. For these actors, the work intensity was not high, and it was not difficult to maintain.
The crosstalk itself was boring. The educational but not funny crosstalk sounded like a kind of torture. However, outside of the crosstalk, the life stories that reflected the characters were particularly attractive.
It stood to reason that this kind of unoriginal and insincere performance would soon be strongly resisted by the audience. However, Wang Lu had a pair of skillful hands that brought this group of crosstalk back to life and transformed it into a super popular show.
Every time a group of actors appeared on stage, countless pictures would appear on the stage to show the bits and pieces of their lives, and one of them would be highlighted. In the first round, it was Old Zhang who enjoyed the highlight treatment. Behind him was a young man who looked dull and taciturn.
The story of this young man was different from that of Old Zhang. He was not originally a crosstalk actor, but his younger brother was. Moreover, he was talented and could make people laugh when he opened his mouth. Unfortunately, heaven was jealous of talent. His younger brother died of an acute illness at the age of twenty. His biggest regret at the time of his death was that he loved crosstalk so much, but the road of crosstalk was about to end. From then on, he would no longer be able to hear the laughter of the audience and see those sincere smiling faces. He still had many ideas about crosstalk. He created many jokes himself, but he could no longer show them to everyone.
After that, the young man buried his younger brother, sold his family property, and began to study crosstalk hard. Although it was twice the effort with half the result, he persevered. He only hoped that one day he could tell these jokes to the world and then live in place of his younger brother.
The young man who lived in the shadow of his younger brother received a lot of sympathy. Although he had a dull temperament and mediocre eloquence, he had a handsome appearance and melancholy eyes. And the sincere feelings between him and his younger brother, especially the many intimate scenes in their lives — such as the brothers rubbing each other's back when taking a bath, hugging each other to keep warm in the cold wind … made countless female audiences crazy, and the ratings of that episode of group crosstalk were also quite good.
Such stories had emerged one after another in the past two months, and the form of expression was also rapidly evolving.
At first, the program was just a simple clip of a person's life. Later, it was found that some complex stories were difficult to explain clearly in just one hour, so the serialized form was born. If a story was not finished in this round, it would wait for the same group to rotate three days later, and then continue to be played. This provided a richer space for the performance of the story, and thus there were more twists and turns of the story...
Gradually, group crosstalk began to become popular in the City of Immortals. No matter which area, the most important way of entertainment for people was to look up and watch the stories of the crosstalk actors.
Today's group happened to be the turn to play the story of Zheng Shiliu, which was also the most popular story in recent times.
(I wish everyone a happy Christmas Eve ~ I look forward to everyone's full moon party in November next year!)
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