After a month, the ideas have changed a little, so let’s try it comprehensively.

I have a reception task today. I came back quickly and changed it and sent it up. The word count and out of context are not good, and it is a not very friendly setting. I’ll forgive me.

The cross-border flying boat is like a big fish, flowing against the tide of the vital energy in the void.

The closer you get to the huge world that looks like a huge cocoon in front of you, the clearer the feeling of facing the wind and waves, so that the flying boats tremble slightly, and the tea sets on the table are also rumbling.

On the top of the flying boat, some passengers who had experienced this feeling for the first time stopped chatting and chatting unconsciously, their scalp was numb and the fully enclosed air shield was twisted and undulating under strong resistance. The front, head, back and tail were forced into a twisted shape, which could affect the body of the flying boat at any time.

Those who are timid can't help but be frightened: "This... really won't have any problems?"

Someone who was acquaintance comforted him: "This flying boat was just taken out by Datong last year. It is specifically designed to address the current situation and there is nothing to worry about."

Someone sighed: "The real world is getting harder and harder to enter now..."

"It's not just difficult to get in? The year before yesterday, 40 million households were moved, and last year there were more than 60 million households, and they were divided into stars and all walks of life. I think in another hundred years, all of us who have no talent in our practice will be swept out!"

"It can't be said that in the past ten years, the number of people moved in is no less than the ones who moved out. There can be roughly a balance between entering and leaving."

As they spoke, the trembling and turbulent barrier finally passed, and this group of people also slowed down their minds and naturally moved the topic to the real world population and the situation came up.

Cross-border flying boats are the normal means of transportation in the real world for 36 days. The product flow is complex, but those who can have a place at the top must have some cultivation and identity, and they form small circles with blurred boundaries. There are always two or three people who talk big, some who have no interruptions, and one or two people who have a higher attitude or simply can't match them.

In the past few days of traveling across the border, the details that should be touched have been almost the same, and some people speak very casually. Then there was a pretty handsome young man in white robe who gave advice:

"The Eight Scenery Palace and Shangqing Sect are all about being their Three Pure Land. Are you really going to be an immortal? Clear out all the incompetent ones - what is in and out is not in and out is not in and out, and what is not in and out is not in and out, and all the unsatisfactory ones are out!"

The middle-aged monk who talked about "in and out" before was originally quite mature and persistent, but he was uncomfortable to hear this. He sneered and pointed at the huge flame stars that were tangled behind the side of the flying boat:

"If you want to talk about the immortals, Yu Zu destroyed the demons and protected the Dharma, ascended the moon and chased the sun, so that the world could be bright, the living beings would survive, and the merits were immeasurable, and there was nothing that could not be afforded."

The young man in white robe was also suffocated by someone to be brought out by Yu Zulai, but at this time, how could he be allowed to retreat?

"Not to mention that Yu Zu has been in four or five kalpas and has not been revealed in front of others. Just look at the trend of the true world for thousands of years. How much of the merits have been left in that year? He floated in the starry sky, encroaching on all realms, and he always fought against the Zhaoxuan Holy Realm. The war on Zhaoxuan has only been calm for a few years, and this side is facing the Zhiqie Realm. The people have moved repeatedly and are in a turmoil and in peace..."

The young man in white robe kept talking, and his eyes kept glancing at the outer edge of the circle, the delicate purple shirt. Perhaps attracted by his bold and "compassionate" remarks, he looked up and glanced at this side, and then smiled and communicated with the half-grown child around him and his mother.

The gaze shone on his face, making his heart warm.

However, it was also because of his excessive remarks that many people frowned. The middle-aged monk who had just argued with him sneered:

"It's easy for you to touch your mouth. If you don't go on the battlefield in the foreign land, do you have the face to say this?"

The young man in white robe also sneered: "So you are used to 'in and out'... How many years have you moved to the real world? Have you chosen the ancestors too?"

Seeing that the swords were drawn on both sides, someone came to fight nearby, and finally comforted him almost. Some people were thinking about diverting the conflict and mixing:

"I heard that the original sects of the True Realm are all about developing relevant stars and worlds, and have been urging them to divide and place them to become their local emperors. Isn't it that Xuanmen has been demarcating the boundaries in the thirty-three days, and they are demarcating the boundaries in different domains, and they are getting farther and farther away."

In fact, at this time, the best way is to everyone disperse and find places to go. Now a new topic has started, and many people secretly scolded this person for being "smart".

Sure enough, the young man in white robe could not lose face no matter what, and he sneered again:

"Yu Zu is an immortal, not as powerful as a worldly firework; but most of his subordinates are profit-seeking people... Hehe, it's a pity!"

At this time, no one was willing to talk to each other, and the middle-aged monk simply turned his sleeves away, turning a blind eye to his heart and not upset.

But at this moment, a gentle and pleasant voice sounded:

"Since the seven kalpas before, the lightless demon master fell to the sun, and the world was dark and its vitality was withered. Although Yu Zu's bright moon power was protected, it was difficult to eliminate the fundamental diseases. It was inevitable that he would chase the light from the sun. At that time, either the world would drift away from the sun, or tear the void and move the stars. Besides, there was no third way to go. Yu Zu chose a two-way strategy to run the two methods."

The young man in white robe turned his gaze and saw the woman in purple who was inexplicably talking about the ancients. She was stunned when he saw the stunning girl in purple who had some "thoughts" about him since he boarded the ship. She was also stunned for a moment.

The cultivator had bright eyes like stars, clear and upright spirit, and there was a light beauty mole on his lips, which made him look like a first-class beauty. The people present were naturally very familiar with what she said, but their soft voices and soft words were natural and natural. Just listening, they gave people a feeling of beauty, and no one felt it was lengthy. Moreover, they all knew that their true intentions would definitely be expressed later.

Sure enough, the purple cultivator said:

"The one that dominated the structure of the true world at that time was the requirement of 'double law parallel'. First, for the drift of the starry sky, the true world was too large, it was difficult to drive, and it was contrary to the law of the starry sky movement, and it was always in danger of collapse; second, for the moving stars, the weight of the true world had to be increased again, which was like an iron ball pressing on a fishing net, causing the fishing net to sink. For other worlds, stars were easy to locate here and tilt and move toward this side."

These sentences are quite deep, but with that simple metaphor, people can still understand and feel the conflicting situation faced by Yu Zu and the monks in the True Realm at that time.

The half-aged child who had been chatting with the purple cultivator couldn't help but ask:

"What...what later?"

The female cultivator in purple smiled slightly: "Later, Yu Zu and Bajing Palace and other sects used the 36-day structure to continuously compress and hide the normal void structure, striving to increase the weight and reduce the volume.

"Although every hundred years or thousand years there are new worlds, and stars are captured by the true world, in just three tribulations, the volume of the true world has been reduced by ten times compared to before! But in fact, the real void range has expanded by almost ten times compared to the beginning of the sun falling."

The monk on the flying boat turned his head and looked at the real world that was approaching. It was really unimaginable what this huge thing that was scattered in the starry sky like a huge cocoon would look like ten times or hundreds of times.

The female cultivator in purple shook her head and said:

"What you are seeing now is no longer the true realm that was compressed to the extreme four kalpas ago. At this time, the true realm is no longer suppressed by Yu Zu's supreme void magical powers. It is impossible to maintain that extreme state, otherwise it will disrupt the void environment and cause a great disaster.

"Now, whether it is the Eight Scenery Palace or the Shangqing Palace, they are trying to open the compressed void again and sort out the 36-day structure. For the four disasters, it has been a small fight. Recently, it has just been a big move, but the resulting void shock is also unbearable for the people to bear, so it is inevitable to move in and out, transfer and resettle."

It was not until this moment that the female cultivator in purple expressed her position, which made the young man in white robe very embarrassed:

"No one knows what the four kalpas were like before the seventh kalpas... How could he know that it was not the Eight Scenery Palaces, the reason for Shangqing Sect."

Girl in purple

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Xiu just smiled and stopped talking. This attitude is already very clear.

The young man in white robe had a blue face and felt even more "betrayed" in his heart. He finally left without saying a word.

At this time, no one cared about what he thought. He just stared at the purple-clothed female cultivator and wondered which disciple of a famous sect was this? His experience was real!

The middle-aged monk who just wanted to leave turned back and asked about something:

"Fellow Taoist, you just said that now the real world has no magical powers to suppress Yu Zu. Why is this?"

The female cultivator in purple said calmly: "Maybe he doesn't want to interfere in mundane affairs anymore, or just snoops outside the starry sky... who knows?"

Her thoughts were far away, so she naturally separated her distance from others. The middle-aged monk was not able to speak anymore, so he thanked him again and left.

The monks in this "small circle" also felt indifference, and they were about to arrive at the real world soon, so they went back to sort out and arrange them.

Aside the purple-clothed simulator, the mother of half-aged child was also preparing to say goodbye with her son, but she didn't want to hear a sentence:

"Madam Wu, your Zhaier is a special physique. Did you practice according to the secret fax tips of the Shifang Zhen Palace?"

Mrs. Wu is a beautiful woman with a dignified manner. Her family is well-off and a little reserved. However, whenever she mentions her children, she always has no shortage of words. She smiled and said:

"Yes, Zhai'er has been attending classes at the outer courtyard of Shifang Zhengong since childhood. This time he came to Zhenjie to let his children enter the house... Fellow Daoist Jian should be a disciple of the sect, with his eyesight and insight. We monks from the 'outside' are always worse. I wonder how Zhai'er is looking at my family?"

"The child is practicing the 'Nine Profound Fetus', right?"

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Jian, look..."

The female cultivator in purple did not respond immediately, but just patted the child's face gently while smiling.

Zhaier is already half a child, and she is so close to her beautiful person who looks like a fairy, and she can't help but blush.

Next, I heard the fairy in purple ask him a few questions in a gentle voice, which happened to be on his key points in his practice. Some could answer them, while others could not. In just a few words, I felt sweaty.

"Fellow Daoist Jian?"

How can a mother not care about her children? Seeing that the female cultivator in purple asked so carefully, she could not even think of many questions, but never surpassed the rules, and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised and happy:

"Are you the immortal chief of the Shifang Zhen Palace?"

"No, it's just some connection with someone in the palace."

The purple cultivator replied gently and talked to the child again, but this time he passed a few memorizations to let the child practice.

These few mantras sound simple, but they are extremely exquisite. Especially for children who have practiced the Nine-Dharma Fetus since childhood, they have a slight feeling that if they hear the words of this beautiful fairy, they will definitely make a considerable progress in their practice.

He was eager to try it out and couldn't help but look at his mother.

Mrs. Wu’s cultivation and attainment are also quite good, and she is even more determined. She knows that some opportunities must not be missed, so she hurriedly said to her children:

"Why don't you thank Fairy Jian quickly..."

The child was also clever, so Natou bowed: "Boy Wu Zhai, thank Fairy Jian."

The female cultivator in purple accepted his gift calmly: "I passed on your method, which is not a clever secret method, but it is always beneficial to you now. It is best to go back to the cabin while you have a clear memory and practice well, so as not to go back to practice."

"Go away if you are not obedient!"

"Mother, Fairy Jane, then I'll go back to my room."

The child was also nervous, muttering the mantra and running back hurriedly.

Mrs. Wu watched her son turn around the corner, and then smiled and wanted to thank the purple-clothed woman for her prayer. However, before she could speak, she saw the other party curling her smile. Although her gentle tone had not changed, she had a solemn intention:

"Madam Wu, I have a word, or a simple and profound conversation... If there is no definite and credible person in this ten directions, it would be better if I don't go."

A word shocked Mrs. Wu on the spot.

When she realized that she was instinctively resisting and even felt offended. You should know that her family has been busy working hard for this matter in the past ten years, even before the child was born. I don’t know how much painstaking efforts and costs have been spent, so how could it be denied by a stranger who had just met for the first time?

However, Mrs. Wu is born from a common person and has a sense of education. Although she is annoyed, she does not speak badly and does not show any color. She just calms down her breath and responds in a relatively calm tone:

"Since Fairy Jian said this, there must be sufficient reasons?"

Speaking of this, she remembered another thing. During the time she was together, the purple-clothed female cultivator had never been exposed. But just now she said such words, shocking everyone. Could it be to turn here and form authority?

Mrs. Wu even doubted whether the female cultivator in purple had any thoughts that were not worthy of being used by outsiders.

At this moment, she even wanted to call her child back, for fear that there would be any problems in those few memorizations.

At this moment, someone suddenly interrupted:
To be continued...