The follow-up measures for the Kunlun Mountain earthquake were very effective. Both the mountain and the foot of the mountain quickly settled down. After the initial rescue, all that was left was to count the losses and mend the pen after the sheep was lost.
Baicao Tang was one of the Kunlun Party's branches that suffered the most losses. Among them, the Fragrance Garden, where many precious spiritual herbs and spiritual materials were planted in the open air, accounted for most of the losses. In the face of such a natural disaster, those delicate and precious spiritual herbs appeared particularly fragile and could not withstand the devastation of the force at all.
The specific number of losses must be very large, but as for how much, as a servant disciple, Lu Chen was not qualified to know. However, just by looking at the tense faces of the senior Zhenren of Baicao Tang who came and went in the Fragrance Garden these days, he could roughly guess the number of losses.
Therefore, these days, all the Foundation Building and Qi Refining disciples of Baicao Tang were as silent as cicadas in winter. Each and every one of them followed the rules, for fear of bumping into those Zhenren. On the contrary, the Odd Job Disciples were more relaxed than usual. Firstly, the Herb Garden had been destroyed, so many people had nothing to do for the time being. Secondly, the disciples who were usually in charge of supervising the Herb Garden had all been summoned for questioning, so they didn't have time to care about them.
Lu Chen felt that these days were pretty good.
He got up early in the morning and went out with Atsu. Then the dog went to play by itself and disappeared for a day. He went to the Fragrance Garden to take a roll call, and the rest was pretty much idle.
In the Kunlun Party, which had always exploited and exploited the servant disciples, such leisurely days were rare.
Lu Chen was in a good mood, so he wandered around. Anyway, at this time, there were no small leaders coming to supervise him, so he was very free. As he walked, he greeted and chatted with people along the way. Until he passed by He Changsheng's spiritual field, he saw He Changsheng sitting in the spiritual field, seemingly dejected.
Lu Chen went over to greet him, then asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so listless?"
He Changsheng sighed and said, "The 'stone garlic' I planted is gone."
Lu Chen was stunned. He knew a little about 'stone garlic'. This kind of spiritual herb was of the two-vein grade. It was full of medicinal power and could be used to refine several kinds of panaceas, so it was quite useful. However, its biggest characteristic was that this kind of spiritual herb was very gorgeous when it bloomed. It was said that it also grew overseas. It also had a name that sounded very powerful and awe-inspiring, but it was a little hard to pronounce. Lu Chen did not remember the specific name, but in the vast land of China, the Cultivation World of the Middle Earth was just so simple, so it had an unusually down-to-earth name.
Lu Chen patted He Changsheng's shoulder with a smile and said, "And here I thought it was something serious. It's a natural disaster this time, and it's not your fault. Don't worry, you can rest for a few days. When we get back, Baicao Tang will naturally arrange for new spiritual herbs. We just need to cultivate them diligently. "
He Changsheng bitterly smiled and shook his head, "You can't say it like that. I've already planted the Stone Garlic very well and was about to harvest it. I'm sure that the rewards I'll get will be great, but now it's all gone."
He let out a long sigh and said with a bleak expression, "I just want to work hard and rebuild my family's reputation bit by bit. Why is it so difficult? Even God is against me?"
Lu Chen was also speechless for a while. Looking at He Changsheng's depressed and painful expression, he could only pat his shoulder again and casually comfort him before leaving.
After he walked for a long distance, he occasionally looked back and saw that ordinary figure still sitting in the spiritual field with his head down. It was as if there was an invisible heavy burden on his shoulders, making He Changsheng feel like he could not straighten his back.
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Life was still going on day by day. Although the natural disaster was terrible, the strength of people was equally tough and powerful. Rules and life were quickly restored. Baicao Tang quickly sent people to clean up the damaged spiritual fields, and new spiritual herbs seeds or plants were distributed again. The leisurely days of the part-time disciples were over.
Occasionally, they would look at the distant mountains. The towering Kunlun, deep in the mountains, was a place that was covered by clouds and mist all year round. When the weather was good, they could occasionally see a corner of the four strange peaks hanging high in the sky. It was the greatest yearning and dream of all the people who worked hard in the mountains.
That must be a fairyland.
That must be the most beautiful place in the world.
When the sun rose, the clouds and mist were surrounded by fairy air. When the sky darkened, the mist still did not dissipate. The place called Between the Clouds and Sky seemed to be so mysterious and beautiful forever.
After midnight, it was the curfew time in the mountains of Kunlun. No one was still walking outside the house, except for the teams of the disciples on night duty who occasionally passed through the mountain paths. However, even the disciples on night duty would not go near the mist in the deepest part of the mountains of Kunlun. That was the most strictly regulated forbidden area in the entire Kunlun Party.
Among the four strange peaks in Between the Clouds and Sky, two were occupied by the two Perfected Lords of Divinity. The other two floating peaks could still allow Zhenren Yuanying to set foot on them for cultivation. However, the place below Between the Clouds and Sky, where the mist was thick all year round, was a place that even Zhenren Yuanying could not set foot on.
This rule was not known by ordinary people, and even if the high-level cultivators knew it, they would not say it. Just like that, it had existed silently in the Kunlun Party for thousands of years.
Late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. A full moon hung in the night sky, sprinkling its pure moonlight on the majestic undulating mountains of Kunlun. It illuminated the tall mountain tops, but it still could not shine through the incomparably thick mist.
The four strange peaks of spring, summer, autumn, and winter were suspended in the sky above the mist. They were thousands of feet apart from each other, forming a rare spectacle in the world.
Under the moonlight, the mist slowly drifted up and down, like a mysterious and calm sea. No one knew what secrets were hidden under the deep sea.
A figure suddenly swept across the sky, like a lonely swan flying in the sky, lightly and freely descending into the mist. When he flew to the edge of the mist, his body suddenly stopped in the air.
Under the moonlight, the strong wind in the sky was blowing fiercely, causing his clothes to flutter. It also illuminated his unusually tall and fat body, as well as his shiny bald head, which seemed to be able to reflect the bright moonlight.
True Lord Tianlan raised his head and looked at the beautiful bright moon. His eyes were deep and calm, making it impossible to tell what emotions were hidden in them. Then, his gaze shifted slightly, looking at one of the four majestic and huge shadows high up in the sky.
It was the Winter Peak, a world of ice and snow.
His gaze seemed to penetrate all the darkness in the world, passing through the layers of obstacles and seeing the distant peak of the Winter Peak, which was surrounded by countless violent storms and snowstorms. For a moment, the depths of his eyes seemed to reflect the distant snowstorm, surging wildly, cold and murderous.
After a moment, his huge body suddenly sank, straight into the depths of the mist.
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The moment he entered the thick mist, a chill immediately surged over, as if it could instantly freeze the blood of ordinary people. However, True Lord Tianlan seemed to turn a blind eye to this, and his whole body continued to descend.
Then, thunder suddenly rumbled in the mist, and a few weird electric arcs suddenly lit up and darted over from all directions. However, every time they approached Perfected Lord Tianlan, they would suddenly twist in a weird way, painfully turning into all kinds of hideous shapes in midair before disappearing into the mist without a sound.
Then, there were restrictions that whistled and surged over like a tide, like demons and ghosts. Countless green gases surged out of the mist, as if they were nether spirits that were about to devour people. In the end, there were even corporeal evil spirits that pounced over viciously.
However, all of this seemed to have no effect on True Lord Tianlan. He did not even look straight at them, and just descended silently, expressionless, as if nothing could stop him.
Thus, all the obstructions scattered like smoke, leaving only an unwilling and angry roar behind him, which quickly melted into the dense fog that was as deep as the sea.
The mist was so deep that it was unknown when he would reach the bottom, but in front of True Lord Tianlan, everything was like an illusion.
About five minutes later, the mist in front of True Lord Tianlan suddenly dispersed a little, and a solid ground appeared underground. It was a deep valley, and there was a black disc with a radius of a few feet embedded in the ground.
The black disc seemed to be made of iron, stone, and jade. It was unknown what exactly it was made of, but there were all sorts of strange runes carved on it. They were complicated and twisted, but also gave off an ancient and desolate aura, as if it was an extremely ancient object.
On the black disc, in the depths of the mist, there was a figure sitting there quietly and alone.
True Lord Tianlan descended slowly, right in front of that person.
The world under the mist was unusually quiet, as if it was isolated from the world, and no sound from the outside world could be heard. There did not seem to be any ordinary mountain breeze here. Not far away from the black disc was a gray mist that was so dense that it seemed corporeal.
True Lord Tianlan flicked his sleeves and sat down slowly. Then, he raised his head and looked at the person opposite him.
In the dim light, in this lonely world, the person opposite him looked unusually old and haggard. His body and face seemed to have lost all the luster of life. His wrinkles were deep, and his skin was dry and cracked. Even his breathing sounded a little labored.
It was a very, very old little old man.
He did not even seem to be half the size of True Lord Tianlan's fat body. He looked as if he had reached the end of his life and was about to die, like the last withered leaf in the cold winter wind and snow.
True Lord Tianlan looked at the haggard old man quietly and did not say anything. His eyes flickered slightly, as if there were some complicated emotions in them.
The haggard old man who had been in meditation with his eyes closed seemed to have woken up from his slumber at this moment. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tianlan.
His gaze was as bright as the moonlight in the firmaments, as if all his spirit energy and mental strength had been gathered in his eyes. That gaze seemed to be able to see through one's heart and everything in the world!
True Lord Tianlan bowed slightly and said calmly, "Long time no see, senior brother."
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