Chapter 127 The British Master

Chapter 127 The British Master

(The previous chapter has been changed. The Demon Queen becomes the Demon Lord, and the successor of the Demon Sect is a man.)

Ding County, Xie family.

Cemetery No. B.

Dozens of kinds of spiritual grass are planted here, with a total of thirty acres of spiritual fields. It doesn't seem like much, but in fact some small families may not have ten acres of spiritual fields, and the Xie family has two such spiritual gardens.

In twenty years, the ancestor of the Xie family was at its peak, breaking through to the later stage, one step away from the golden elixir, and suddenly became one of the big families in Xuanjing Mountain.

Xie Lang stood in the middle of the field, clasping his hands together. A stream of green light penetrated the ground, and plant buds slowly grew on the ground.

Although he is over forty years old, Xie Lang is not old at all, his skin is as white as jade, and he looks like a living god.

This is the sign of the great success of Qing Jing Jue.

One characteristic of the low-level world is that they are good at doing dojos in snail shells. Because the level of the exercises is not high, they focus on the same exercises and spells until they become the most suitable, most labor-saving, and most cost-effective exercises.

People in the Mirror Realm are different. The level of the Mirror Realm is too high and there is basically no upper limit. Therefore, the early exercises are basically transitional. It is rare that more than ten generations of people have been studying a low-level exercise.

Therefore, the low-level skills in the low-level world are still good. After completing the Qing Jing Jue, Xie Lang's practice speed became much faster.

The spell that the bug uses to absorb spiritual energy and awaken it is also unexpectedly practical. What he awakens is a wood spell, which makes it easier for him to practice and manage the spiritual garden.

Xie Lang cast a spell to promote the growth of plants, and then sprinkled a kind of stone powder on the ground.

This is the secret of the rapid growth of spiritual beings.

"Okay." Xie Lang exhaled.

At this time, a woman wearing an aqua dress appeared nearby.

"Xiang Ling, why are you here?" Xie Lang showed a handsome smile and stepped forward to hug the woman.

This was his third Taoist companion. They met for the first time that year. It was in the ghost market. Hong Xiangling was being chased and he rescued him, and the two got to know each other.

The only Taoist monk who has entered Qi training, and he is still at the seventh level of Qi training similar to himself.

The eldest wife is his maid, and the second wife is his cousin who has had a crush on him since childhood.

"Mr. Lang, let me come over to see you."

"I have something important to do. By the way, have you sold everything?"

Yiyuan implements a tax farming system. As long as you hand in enough things, you can keep whatever is left.

Many people in the past were indebted to this, but only Xie Lang took advantage of it.

"Everything is sold." Hong Xiangling handed Xie Lang a storage bag, "Mr. sir, where did you get these materials?"

"The time has not come yet, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that the time has not come yet, be good."

Xie Lang patted Hong Xiangling's head domineeringly.

"Ms. sir, I'll go back first." Hong Xiangling said shyly.

"Wait, I have a question."

"What?"

"What is your relationship with the Hong family, the main line of Xuanjing Mountain?" Xie Lang suddenly asked.

He went to Xuanjing Mountain a few days ago.

Xuanjing Mountain is a sect with Jindan ancestors. The Xie family's ancestors were originally from Xuanjing Mountain. Most of the Xie family's geniuses will be sent to Xuanjing Mountain for further study.

The children of the Hong family had a dispute with him, and the two agreed to fight to the death one year later.

"It doesn't matter, sir, are you worried about Hong Xuan..."

"Haha, how is it possible? It's not like you don't know my husband's strength. It doesn't matter if he is a foundation builder. In ten days, wait... I must make him look good."

"That's good, I'm relieved."

Hong Xiangling turned around and left, her affectionate eyes turning cold and ruthless in an instant.

Hong Xiangling returned to his residence and closed the doors and windows.

"The mirror...why can't it be mine? If I get the mirror, then there is hope for revenge, right?"

There was a hint of resentment in Hong Xiangling's eyes.

Xu Xuan looked at this scene.

"Tsk, tsk, as expected." Xu Xuan smiled.

Since changing hosts, he rarely pays attention to things there. The main reason is that this kid is having too much fun and looks a bit eye-catching.

This guy has six wives in total.

There were maids, businessmen, officials, widows, casual cultivators, and relatives, but Xu Xuan thought that this guy would definitely hit the street.

The reason is that he has the mindset of "novel protagonist", which is a definition that Xu Xuan came up with himself.

The protagonist often believes that the loyalty of others means he will always be loyal, and the admiration of a woman will always be his admiration, and he can accept other women for his sake.

Xu Xuan has seen a lot of overt and covert fights over the years.

"Not as good as me."

Xu Xuan has always been very cautious. No matter how much he trusts him, it is still important to be on guard.

No matter how close someone is, they will be tempted due to external reasons.

At that time, Xu Yong also admitted that he had thoughts about immortality and coveted his secrets.

Especially when a hero is in his twilight years, when his power and reputation are at their peak and his life is about to come to an end, this desire becomes even stronger.

He wished he could deploy hundreds of cannons to blast Zhongnan Mountain, but in the end he restrained his desire.

"Should I tell this person?" Xu Xuan thought to himself, "Forget it, just wish yourself good luck."

After helping once, there would be a second time, and he didn't bother to pay attention to this person.

It's quite refreshing to change to a more vicious female host.

Come to your senses.

In the Wutong Cave, the flames of the alchemy furnace are strong.

The heat in the room was extremely high, but fortunately Xu Xuan was protected from the cold and heat, so he didn't worry about the heat being too high.

There is a bottle of blood beside him, which is dragon blood.

At present, Xu Xuan is only skilled in dragon blood and giant turtle blood.

A group of transparent butterflies floated outside the thatched cottage.

This is refining bloodline pills.

As for the bloodline of the Fiery-Eyed Golden-Eyed Monkey, wait until the hand feels a little better before refining it.

After all, this thing is very precious. Bloodline elixir is the highest technology on our side at present, and the success rate is also very low. If you waste it, it will be gone.

When Xu Xuan was refining alchemy.

The outside world is changing too.

Taoism occupies the fertile soil in Guanzhong, with Chencang as the center and spreading to all sides.

Many people even abandoned their fields and came here to seek refuge.

The junction of Chencang County and Tianshui.

A porridge shed was built here, and there was a medicine shed for free medical treatment next to it. People lined up to receive food.

"Come one by one, come one by one! Do you hear me?" Soldiers were patrolling with wooden sticks. Several men in ragged clothes were lying on the ground.

At the medicine shed, Lu Jing, Sun Simiao and a group of disciples were treating people's illnesses.

This is an important part of Taoist preaching, treating illnesses and saving lives.

Even if you are a real person, you must set an example and visit twice a month.

Sun Simiao did not take any action, but gave Lu Jing some tips from time to time.

"Wrong, it appears to be wind and cold, but if you look at his eyes, the lesion is actually in the liver."

The process of seeing a doctor is very fast. If it is a common illness, you can go directly to the big pot nearby to get medicine.

For difficult and complicated diseases, Taiyi Silver Needle method is used, and combined with internal force, the lesions can be completely eradicated.

Of course, the two of them don't take action all the time. If the disciple next to them doesn't know how to do it, they will pass it on to themselves.

The two started chatting about nothing.

"Guanlong is a battleground for military strategists, and there may be a lot of trouble in the future." Sun Simiao said.

"Whoever he is, kill them all." Lu Jing looked weak, but her words were full of murderous intent.

"By the way, someone said a few days ago that thousands of kilograms of our grain appeared in Shu."

"Food doesn't matter, we don't want to hide it."

"Aren't you afraid of capitalizing on the enemy?" Sun Simiao said with a smile. In troubled times, food must be the first priority. Food sometimes means military strength and people's hearts.

"Haha, Master, let's make a bet. Let's bet on your pair of silver needles."

"Oh? Tell me."

"Even if they have a lot of food, they will still be hungry, and the people will still eat tree roots."

While feeling her pulse, Lu Jing turned to Sun Simiao and said:

"Zhenjun once said a word - structural famine. If the food production in a place is just enough to fill the local people, famine will still happen. Because 90% of the land is in the hands of aristocratic families, they will not be so kind. Instead of storing grain in warehouses, they hide it in cellars and use the grain to hire minions and buy slaves to satisfy their luxurious life. "

"So having too much land is a capital crime. Outsiders say we hate the rich, but do we really hate the rich? We never want the shops of aristocratic families, and we don't keep the land we acquire in our pockets, but share it equally with the people."

"So... the aristocratic family still has to kill. If they want to survive, they can only hand over their fields."

Sun Simiao seemed to understand the meaning of Taoist killing.

"Exactly!"

"What you said makes sense, but I don't want to gamble anymore."

"this……"

What the two said was heard by a petite little beggar covered in black mud next to them.

"Structural famine..." The little beggar's outlook was greatly shocked. He disagreed with this statement in his heart, but he had no reason to refute it.

"No, I want to take a closer look. I can't just believe it or listen to it."

The little beggar received a bowl of medicine and then withdrew.

Along the way, she saw people living and working in peace and contentment, but she also saw a kind of cruel killing. The sects mostly came into contact with aristocratic families, and she couldn't help but bring it into contact with the people she knew.

Could she bear to see her friends and their families being brutally killed in this way?

"They are cruel and extreme and don't know how to reform. They are not British masters."

She believes that the aristocratic family can also solve this structural famine, rather than using this direct killing method.

In this way, Yun Qiong left this place and passed by Taoism.