At the last wine table, only Tang Zhen was left, still pouring and drinking.
Although the night was dark, the excitement did not diminish and the laughter continued.
For aborigines who are not worried about death or tomorrow's livelihood, time does not constrain their behavior.
When you are really sleepy and tired, you will go home to rest, or you will just find a place to lie down.
When you wake up, you can continue to have fun.
Carrying a pot of fine wine and walking along the long street, Tang Zhen arrived at the edge of Ziguang Ruins.
There are many ancient and mysterious giant statues here, as well as many incomplete buildings, which look old and dilapidated.
But it is not deserted here, and monks can be seen from time to time, living in the ruins near Ziguang Ruins for a long time.
Practicing and waiting, the days passed with a somewhat leisurely feeling.
Real practitioners are indeed so leisurely, not busy like ordinary people.
In fact, practitioners also have goals to strive for, but they are more difficult and longer. The more anxious they are, the harder it is to achieve them.
Tang Zhen strolled over, but not many monks paid attention. They just continued to practice with their eyes closed, completely immersed in their own world.
This is another characteristic of Ziguang Xu. Although the number of monks is extremely large, they do not provoke each other.
If necessary, you can go to a special trading place, which is a market shared by monks and mortals.
Don't think that you can use your power to bully others, that's just a newcomer's idea, but any monk who has lived here for a long time will never have such an idea.
In fact, the vast majority of practitioners are very low-key and tolerant, and those who are arrogant and domineering cannot survive in the practice world forever.
There is a big tree ahead, and there is a stone platform under the tree, which is currently unoccupied.
Tang Zhen walked over and slowly sat down.
In front of the mountain gate of Wuji Sect, Tang Zhen fought and fought with four indigenous gods. Although he failed to kill them, he still snatched a large amount of the origin of gods.
It's just that the purity of this god's origin is really unsatisfactory, and it must be purified before it can be absorbed.
Sure enough, only by killing the gods of Loucheng World can we obtain rich loot, and the indigenous gods cannot be compared at all.
The Five Elements Pearls of Qiankun have now been collected and are being handed over to the blacksmith for refining.
So far, Tang Zhen has collected seven origin spiritual treasures, and the harvest has far exceeded expectations.
Perhaps the only regret is that the quality of these origin spiritual treasures is too low, and together they are not as good as a fine product.
In fact, you can’t rush everything, as long as you gain something.
In this silence, music suddenly sounded again, which seemed elegant and melodious.
Soon there were many female monks flying in the air with the music, their graceful figures and skirts floating.
Obviously, this place of practice is not really completely silent.
Tang Zhen watched with a smile. This sight of many female monks dancing in the air was indeed very rare.
But he soon discovered that this was actually a method of cultivation, and those figures dancing and changing in the air actually implied some special laws.
Even the melodious music is part of this kind of practice, which allows people to calm down and cleanse their mind without being stained by a trace of dust, and they are also not afraid of the intrusion of inner demons.
Tang Zhen had heard about similar cultivation methods for a long time.
In some planes, practitioners will chant the spells they want to perform in a way similar to singing.
There are even corresponding dance steps, which may be majestic and vigorous, or charming and enchanting.
When these monks are fighting, the scene can be said to be very spectacular. You can see both warring parties dancing and singing continuously, and releasing various attacks.
If the killing effect is not considered, it can be regarded as a song performance with brilliant sounds and lights, giving the spectators a pleasing feeling.
Every battle between monks would attract countless onlookers, watching from a distance.
The monks in front of me should practice similar exercises, otherwise they wouldn't be able to sing and dance in public.
This singing and dancing in the sky lasted for several hours and did not end until near dawn.
Some monks watch it from beginning to end, and some monks block their perception and can turn a blind eye to it.
During this period, Tang Zhen always focused his attention on Ziguang Ruins, trying to figure out what kind of place it was.
According to what the sisters said, monks who enter Ziguang Ruins can get whatever they want.
If you are an ordinary monk, it is not unusual to be able to get the items you want.
But if the gods enter this place and can get what they want, then the nature will become completely different.
Because of the existence of the origin of God, gods can imitate any item, except for things like the origin of spiritual treasures.
If a god enters it and gets the item he wants, what else will there be besides the original spiritual treasure?
The real problem is that the appearance of gods in Ziguang Ruins is just a rumor.
At least until now, Tang Zhen has not felt the presence of gods, so he cannot determine whether the rumors are true or false.
If it were elsewhere, Tang Zhen would definitely not pay attention to such rumors, because the authenticity is extremely slim.
But now in the Spirit Realm, facing the famous Ziguang Ruins, Tang Zhen really didn't have the confidence to directly deny it.
So he decided to observe slowly and even explore it himself to prove whether the rumors were true or false?
Before you know it, a new day has arrived.
Residents of Ziguangxu continued to appear. They didn't care about the practitioners around them and just collected wild fruits and vegetables on their own.
From time to time, the aborigines would chat with the practitioners because they were already familiar with each other.
If it weren't for Ziguang Ruins, you would never see such a scene, but the local aborigines are all used to it.
"So you're here, how was your night?"
There was a clear sound in my ears, and the pair of sisters who ran the tavern happened to pass by Tang Zhen.
There is also that quirky little girl, who is currently running around among the flowers with a pet that looks like a puppy.
It was the younger sister who spoke, with a faint smile on her face.
“It’s okay, comfortable and comfortable, and you can see wonderful singing and dancing performances.”
Tang Zhen stretched and said with a faint smile.
"You're lucky. They don't dance and sing every day. I've only seen them a dozen times so far."
Tang Zhen nodded and looked at the baskets they were carrying, which were covered with a layer of green grass.
"What are you doing up so early?"
The younger sister pointed to the jug next to her and replied with a smile: "Every morning, a kind of wild fruit will grow in the grassland of Ziguangxu.
This fruit is crisp and sweet, and is the main ingredient for brewing fine wine. The picking time is only one hour, otherwise the fruit will disappear.
So every morning, my sister and I would go to Ziguangxu to pick berries for making wine."
After a few simple explanations, the sisters said goodbye to Tang Zhen and walked slowly towards the Ziguang Ruins ahead.
Tang Zhen watched the sisters leave with a smile on his face, but soon showed a surprised expression.
Because I don’t know when it started, a faint purple light has spread over the grassland ahead.