A land of about two million square kilometers is like a huge cake with an attractive aroma.

Zhang Yang stood under the huge starry sky, looking intoxicated, and was also struggling with how to cut the first knife. After all, this is not a village or a city.

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

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

"All-round development is impossible, the story starts here."

The flaunting hand gently tapped in the void, and the ripples like water lines spread out, like an ink painting.

At first, it was a sharply angular stone, and then there was a man carrying a sword weapon on the stone. He could not see his face, but he could vaguely feel the vicissitudes of his body.

A black and white fallen leaves fall in circles. There is a big tree on the picture, with lush branches and leaves, and the colors gradually change from black and white. There are tender green and light yellow in spring, emerald green in summer, fiery red sedimentation of autumn, and black and white bleak in winter.

Day after day, year after year.

The angular stones gradually crawled with moss, and the big tree flourished and withered again and again, but the back of the man with a sword never changed.

He was like a statue, watching something.

Slowly, the earth became green and the traces of the once trauma disappeared. A well appeared in the picture, ancient, vicissitudes and mysterious.

The picture began to spread around, first a hunter appeared in a corner of the picture, then a simple thatched hut.

The male owner, the mistress, and a small piece of cultivated vegetable field, an old dog, two children, one big and one small, were chasing the flying butterflies.

There were more thatched huts around, and a small street began to appear, and more pedestrians were coming and going.

Toddlers become strong, strong men and women become older, and old people die.

Everything is just the most common picture.

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

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

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

"The story starts from a long time ago. Once upon a time, there was a powerful monster with great magical powers and great magical powers. It rushes through the clouds and travels thousands of miles a day. It hurts many people and likes to eat children's hearts the most. No one can fight against it. Later, there was a swordsman who swore to destroy the monsters. They killed from sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to sunrise, and then from sunset to sunrise, and finally seriously injured the monster."

"But the swordsman was dying at this time and was 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, and even heard strange whimpering sounds from the well."

An old lady with wrinkles and extremely kind face was sitting in the sun, washing clothes while telling stories to her grandchildren around her.

Not far away, there was a well, and two young women were working together to rotate the wheels that lifted water. At this moment, the sun was shining, and the legendary ghost was just a legend.

A further away at the entrance of a street and alley, Zhang Yang changed into an ancient costume and walked away slowly, like a passerby.

All this was done in front of him for five hundred units of the laws of the universe.

That's right, it's that simple, no farming can compare to this kind of open-minded bombing.

But all this is worth it. He cannot take the extremely precious fragments of the real world to farm and carry out construction. It is equivalent to selling sesame cakes in the emperor's palace. He is either he is stupid 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 story that was recognized by fragments of the real world and could be projected into the heavens and all worlds.

Why can't he do what Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen, Heishan Lao Yao, and Grandma Mu, who can do the Mahayana period immortal cultivators?

The conditions he has now are hundreds of times better than those people, not to mention that this story has free actors' sincere dedication.

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

At least that's true for Zhang Yang.

He left the city like this, as if it had never appeared before, but the story had officially unfolded.

"ah!"

A young woman who was fetching water screamed and squatted down with her stomach covering her stomach, her face extremely pale, as if she was experiencing terrible pain.

A group of people were busy helping her away and invited a doctor.

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

But for some reason, whenever the woman approached the ancient well, she would inexplicably hear some strange whispers, which were extremely terrifying. At first, the woman did not dare to tell others, but since that day, as long as she fell asleep, she would find that she could not help but walk in a fog. There were strange whispers in the depths of the fog, and the sound would become clearer and clearer until she was awakened.

The woman became sick again, and snake scales began to grow on her arms. She no longer liked to cook food and began to crave blood.

She dared not describe these strange phenomena to anyone, but the situation in her dream was getting worse and worse. She had seen a somewhat blurry, huge, snake-like statue outline.

That night, the fourteen courtyards around the ancient well were covered with blood, hundreds of corpses were bitten off their throats and sucked away the blood.

"Have you taken the bait, or is he testing?"

Zhang Yang followed the whole process like a chess player playing chess.

A chess piece was beaten out again. A disciple of the Tianjian Sect was ordered by his master to go down the mountain to experience it. Through this place, he found the demonic energy soaring into the sky. He followed the clues to find the mutated woman and locked in the ancient well. However, his strength could not fight against the mutated woman. At the critical moment of life and death, a shocking geese appeared and killed the mutated woman. However, he was a man with vicissitudes of life and death.

Of course, this is Wujun, the one who responds to the robbery.

Zhang Yang used his identity as the Lord of the True Realm. He could not move without moving time, but it was easier to inject some information about the passing of time into a city, thousands of mortals, and his great disciples.

Even the plague snake would be deceived.

Or it doesn’t matter if you don’t get deceived. Zhang Yang’s purpose is very clear. If you come, we will act.

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

Once upon a time, Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen, those immortal cultivators were able to keep the world of the Dharma-Ending World in a Chinese Studio for so long with the story of the Ghost Story of A Chinese Girl.
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