A big tree with lush branches and leaves seemed to be holding back the sky. The huge shade blocked the bright sunshine and formed a huge shadow on the ground.

Jiang Mu sat under the big tree, looking up at the sky, longing for that person's arrival.

Today is his 200th birthday. He clearly remembers everything that has happened in the past two hundred years, and can also know any corner of this small town with your eyes closed.

He spent his childhood, youth, and youth here, then married, had children, started a family, raised children, and was filial to his parents. Many days and nights, he would be busy in the farmland, sweat on the threshing ground, and chop wood on the hills in the southwest. He almost regarded himself as a mortal.

When he was fifty, he sent away his mother in this life and soon sent away his father in this life. He cried loudly, and was sad that he could not be himself. In this sadness, there was more gratitude. He thanked this pair of mortals who gave him a new life.

But that person didn't come, so he could only continue to be a mortal.

The son got married, the daughter got married, the grandson was born, the grandson grew up, the grandson got married again, and the great-grandson was born again.

Year after year, the son died of old age, the daughter-in-law died of old age, and the daughter and son-in-law died of old age, and he is still alive.

My grandson is in his seventies or eighties, with white hair and all his teeth falling out. He has forgotten that he has a grandfather.

Since then, Jiang Mu liked to sit under a big tree, and sat for one year, ten years, many years.

The great-grandson sometimes comes to see him. This little bastard is now in his nineties and is not easy to walk with a cane.

He said, "Great grandpa, I'm afraid that I will forget you one day. The little bastards in the family will treat you as monsters. My grandson will hide your affairs. I'm afraid that one day you will die and no one will see you off later."

The joys and sorrows of mortals.

Jiang Mu sometimes finds it very interesting. He has three sons, nine grandsons, and eighteen great-grandsons. The last great-grandson is still alive.

But the old Jiang family has grown up to now, and there are more than 300 people. He feels that he is worthy of his parents in this life.

But that person hasn't come yet.

In fact, there are not only Jiang Mu who is waiting for that person to arrive in this small town. For example, Mi Zhouer, the owner of Yuelai Inn, who is still watery and watery, such as the butcher era who monopolized the pig-killing business in the small town, the coroner Bai Chu, the county magistrate Zhang San, the shopkeeper of Tianyi Restaurant, and Bai Yu, the shopkeeper of the tailor shop.

At that time, almost 100,000 immortal cultivators were transferred here. Except for a few people, everyone either got married and had children, or married women, and had branches and leaves. Now, two hundred years have passed, the population of this small town has exceeded 500,000.

Many people know what's going on, but only Jiang Mu, who really understands the whole situation, was a second-level celestial immortal in his previous life, so he knew that these people were sent to a fairy weapon that could tolerate people by the real person of Changsheng Li Si.

There is nothing strange about this. The real point is how long can Li Si, the real person in Changsheng, maintain such a large population?

After all, the small world is just a small world. If resources are exhausted, everyone will be miserable.

So in the past two hundred years, Jiang Mu has not dared to practice at all. Although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here seems to be sufficient, he has already anticipated the arrival of the most tragic day.

He once also advised Ji Yuan, Mi Zhouer, Bai Chu and others that when they entered here, they were already in the realm of refining the virtual world. If they practiced uncontrollably, then this small world would soon collapse.

Fortunately, almost all the cultivators finally agreed. They gave up their practice, saved every bit of spiritual energy in the world, began to accumulate resources for their descendants, and explore ways to reuse resources and rebirth resources.

They established laws and rules, and established government offices and government offices. They promoted the good and orderly customs of the people and the people, and continued the fate of this small town as much as possible.

For two hundred years, they have reclaimed fields, planted trees, built water conservancy, repaired roads, cultivated good seeds, developed business, read and educated, practiced martial arts and exercises, taught five sounds, told the stories of ancient ancestors who overcome difficulties and pioneered the great wilderness, and told the stories of immortals riding on the wind and controlling the spirits in myths.

These old guys regard this small town as a weak seedling. Although they all know that the future outcome will inevitably be destruction, they still have to do their best to make everything better now.

It has been two hundred years, and I am very glad that the spiritual energy of the world in this small world has not decreased. Although it has an additional population of 500,000, it can still be planted in every family, eat and wear food.

There are family matters, fireworks in the city, sounds of reading aloud, and the white-haired old man plays the piano and whistles to the sky.

The county magistrates in the city change every ten years, but they only change their faces. The county magistrate claims to have come from the imperial capital of Yunhua and bring the emperor's decree, including tax increases and tax cuts, but more of them are idle news and anecdotes in the imperial capital, sleeping in the wind along the way, the beautiful rivers and mountains, and the boatman in the surging rivers.

In the inn west of the small town, there are occasionally dull men, holding a few BMWs, carrying bags, eating large pieces of meat, drinking water in big bowls, resting for a while, and then galloping away, leaving the residents of the small town with endless imagination.

No one doubted all this, and suspected that this scene came from a dream woven by their ancestors for them.

Working from the sunrise and resting from the sunset, the child grows up and gets married, a pot of old wine, half a lonely lamp, and when the night is dim, the husband's bang and the old dog's sounds are unknowingly used to it.

Then, two hundred years later, that person, Li Si, really came.

In the past two hundred years, he has rarely paid attention to the matter in the True Spirit Pagoda, because at first he stuffed 100,000 people into it, but he also left enough resources for their lives and even practice. In the True Spirit Pagoda, in addition to being unable to overcome the tribulation, he can practice whatever he wants and do whatever he wants.

There will definitely be no starvation to death.

And he didn't think about how to go on?

He has no choice.

Even if he decided to restart the old world later, these people were not suitable to bring them out. As a result, two hundred years passed in a flash because of his retreat.

But when he entered the True Spirit Pagoda two hundred years later, he was stunned.

Really, Li Si still remembers how he looked when he first entered the True Spirit Pagoda.

A lonely small city is surrounded by deserts, with the city gates closed, and the city is full of dry bones, which is tragic.

Although he had reserved enough resources before, it was too weird now.

The sea of ​​sand around the town is gone.

There are six or seven small hills around it, full of greenery.

There are clear springs and flowing water on the mountain, farmland at the foot of the mountain, a post road to the west, and an inn, which looks similar, almost made Li Si think that this place can really lead to the outside world.

There are about one million mu of farmland, ten thousand mu of vegetable fields, orchards, medicine gardens, and several sporadic pastures.

There is actually a nest of bandits on a steep mountain.

There are mulberry forests, small lakes, fishermen, medicinal farmers, hawkers walking through the streets, and fortune tellers who pretend to be crazy and stupid.

The small town is still the same small town, but a large number of houses have been built outside the city, farmers have farmed and merchants have done business, some yamen runners are maintaining order, and some county magistrate fights crickets in the backyard.

Some old people talk about the past, and some school reading sounds.

There are gambling halls, brothels, butchers, coroners, coffin shops, inns, restaurants, and lantern markets.

There are rangers, gangsters, Taoists, temples, and city gods.

More than 500,000 people live here with great pleasure.

Li Si opened the resource account book and found that the resources he reserved had consumed less than one-tenth of them, and then in two hundred years he actually earned him a net profit of 50 blue luck.

Although not many, this place has embarked on a virtuous cycle.

It is expected that in the next two hundred years, when Li Si's resources are consumed to one-fifth, everything here will be officially profitable.

In other words, as long as they do not commit suicide, this small world will last for a long time.

As for population growth, it is not a problem, because human luck is already born here. With more luck, it will feed back to this small world.

With a larger population, they can suppress their fortunes, and then one day, they will find that the world is expanding little by little.

"This group of people is interesting."

Li Si soon discovered the truth and was surprised by the surprises these people brought to him. This was a big gift package.

Compared with the two, what was the previous wave of indigenous people in the True Spirit Pagoda like, and what was the current wave of indigenous people like? It was completely instantly killed!

So Li Si decided to change his mind. He originally planned to officially take over the Zhenling Pagoda and lead it himself, but now it's pretty good now.

Carefully took out the deed seal that was almost broken at any time, and Li Si placed it in the middle of the small town. This should be the best choice.

Because this small town also has land deeds and seals that are gathering their prototypes.

Let the land deed seal be warmed here, it is already scarred and vulnerable.

In the old age, even if Li Si had enough resources and even if he had the Immortal Art Seal to make a cocoon world, it would be a powerful medicine for it and would die in an instant.

Only such a quiet and silly town is the best medicine for warmth.

Li Si walked slowly in the streets and alleys. As he walked, he became white-haired, wrinkled, his eyes were muddy, and only the smile on the corner of his mouth was always there. The wrapping on his body and a long knife wrapped in cloth were enough to show that he was a foreigner.

"Old man, where did you come from?"

Walking into the Yuelai Inn opened by Mi Zhouer, Li Si found a seat by the window and sat down.

The waiter of the inn came forward enthusiastically and brought hot tea. Mi Zhouer, who was sitting at the counter, also looked at him, and didn't know which old man came to act again.

This kind of character that comes from afar is very popular among the people of small towns. Everyone likes to listen to stories, but it is very boring for her and she sees dozens of them every year.

"I came from the Kaoshan City, went south along the Heishui River, passed Nandu City, Fenghua Valley, crossed Huashan, and then walked through the Longmen Desert, and then returned to this place."

"Back?"

The inn waiter was stunned. In the past, people who were so busy with dust were passers-by. They would bring thrilling stories, treacherous and terrifying legends, and addictive colors of mountains and rivers, but they had never seen one before.

"You are old, did you walk out of our Daoxiang Town?"

"Yes, I walked here when I was nine years old. It has been sixty years since I was aged, but here has not changed at all." Li Si laughed, put down his package, long sword, raised his glass to Mi Zhouer who was looking over in surprise, and chanted, "I left home and returned to my eldest son at a young age, but my local accent has not changed. The waiter met him and asked where he came from.

"Senior Sister Mi, long time no see!"

I have a cold today, and I am in horror... I can only update two times, please forgive me
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