"Guan Gongcao is staying in the oath valley..."

Behind the Land Temple, Zhong Zhizheng appeared to report, and Zhong Yao waved his hand to indicate that it was not hindered.

Zhong Zhizheng recovered some of his intelligence and began to understand how to think about the causes and consequences, and distinguish between interests. The place where the monsters were located was, and he was afraid that Guan Yun would make trouble.

Zhong Yao was not worried. It is a worldly rule that the human and demons swear to be incompatible, and the Daishan Mansion is a god, so he doesn't care about this.

Guan Yun's arrival made Zhong Yao feel happy and worried. What he was happy was that he had a relationship with the Daishan Divine Mansion, and that immortal relationship was related to the Yuanling Sect. Guan Yun was also used to keep Guan Yun and let the Daishan Mansion pay attention to Guan Shan's intentions.

What is worried is that Guan Yun also talked about the battle for the Dragon Order. In the past two days, except for Ao Yingying discovering someone peeking across the river, there has been no more movement. This means that if the other side of the river is not moving, it is already there. If it moves, it is a big deal.

Zhongyao leaned against the big tree and thought with his chin.

Once there is a change, Ao Yingying, the river god who snatched the dragon energy of the Gray River, was the first to be attacked, and guarding the river god slope is the top priority.

The town guards were transferred halfway, and the Ding Zhuang from Heshenpo could have nearly a hundred town soldiers, and each ten-person team could be assigned to a captain in the early stage of foundation building.

The village soldiers are just a spear and half a pair of leather armor. They are okay to deal with thieves and demons, but they are a mob compared to the county soldiers on the other side of the river. Moreover, there must be so-called Taoist soldiers on the other side, which not only have a certain level of cultivation, but also receive group blessings from magic. They specialize in killing monks and demons, and collecting village soldiers is like cutting melons and vegetables.

The disciples of Guanshan Sword Sect have vitality, and most of them have reached the middle stage of foundation building. However, they are all young seedlings that have not experienced the test of blood and fire. They will inevitably suffer great losses when facing the enemy head-on, and Zhongyao is reluctant to use it.

Another viable force is a monster. Before the last moment, this force cannot be used, otherwise the battle with the other side will deteriorate. Guanshan will inevitably be confused by the evil hat of humans and subverting morality. Du Guo does not need to come forward in person, but just hangs a manifesto to fight against monsters, which will attract a large number of "righteous men" who kill monsters and eliminate demons and practice the way for heaven.

After thinking about it, Zhong Yao sighed. If things develop to the point where they must meet each other, Guanshan will only rely on himself, Xiaozhu, Ziluo, and four gods. Elder Zhong and Bo Honghu, such masters, may not fight to the end with him.

If the opponent is just Xiguan County of Duguo, it is not without a fight. If the Duguo Lord's attention is attracted, the village here in Guanshan will never be able to compete with a country.

In his previous lives, several fragments of his country's history flowed in Zhongyao's heart, and a context gradually became clear, so he gradually became convinced.

"I have to thank my ancestors for leaving so much precious wealth that they can't get it."

Zhongyao smiled faintly, dissipated in the rising dust, and the soil fled to the foot of Jilin Mountain and walked towards the rice fields of He Dashan.

The intersecting of swords and weapons is inevitable, and improving strength is the right way. There are also differences between strength and near. Guanshan is naturally weak at the moment, but its potential is unlimited. As long as it is operated properly, the distance can become close force.

He Dashan and his wife went to take care of the new fields that their son He Xiaoshan and He Xiaoshu had reclaimed. There was no one here. Zhong Yao walked through the ridges of the fields, sensing the breath of the new seedlings. He felt the earthy and clear spirit, and his mind was intoxicated.

I'm addicted to eating soil...

This is Zhongyao's daily routine activity, inspecting the fields where the three dry rice seeds are located, observing soil changes, and guiding the accumulated spiritual energy.

The rice seedlings that had not reached their knees were arranged in a row, green and crystal clear. Zhongyao raised his hand and shot out thin silk, flapping his wrist, and the hoe leaning against the door of He Dashan's house flew over ten feet and landed in his hands.

With a hoe, Zhongyao loosened the soil and weeded it, and then used the true energy of the nine soils, sucking a thread from time to time to check the soil quality.

The soil quality has not changed significantly, but the miscellaneous air exhaled is much less, and the nightmare air can no longer be seen.

During the work, Zhong Yao also used Professor Zhong Zhizheng's method to sense the flow of spiritual energy with the divine power of incense to see if there is any special thing.

In Moyizhou, there is no free spiritual energy in the world, and it is contained in all things in the world, even in every grass and tree. The spiritual energy flows, completely dependent on the principles of all things. However, this spiritual energy is too subtle and cannot be sensed by mortals. For example, the spiritual energy in the soil is absorbed by rice seedlings, and mortals are also absorbing spiritual energy when eating rice, but it is extremely weak and cannot replenish the spiritual energy that mortals dissipate with their lives.

In Zhongyao's sense, it is not without freedom of spiritual energy. The rice seedlings absorb the earth-based spiritual energy from the land, convert it into its own wood-based spiritual energy, and feed it back to the land. Although it is like a closed cycle, there is always extremely subtle spiritual energy dissipating.

After Zhongyao planted the spiritual seeds of dry rice, the spiritual energy radiated was obvious. If an insect or pig sucked the spiritual energy and happened to be able to withstand the transformation, it would be possible to create a monster, so he guided the spiritual energy with Zhong Zhizheng.

These scattered spiritual energy quickly dissipated between heaven and earth, unable to last for a long time, but it continued to flow.

Zhong Yao suddenly felt a spiritual energy that was countless times smaller than a canfly but could slightly disturb the qi.

The land barrier cannot restrain these spiritual energy, and it is really a waste to disperse the entire world.

Dissipate the power of incense, switch to the Five Elements Qi Sea, and use the Qingfeng Spirit Washing Technique to extend the Qi machine, ignoring the two wood-type spiritual foundations of the demon-bound Rose and the Fengyingyue Bamboo Sword, but instead captures the spiritual energy that moves down the field seedlings.

Straws of extremely fine cold silk flow between the meridians, seeping into the sea of ​​Qi, stirring up slight ripples.

This is the movement and movement of the innate cycle with the spiritual foundation!

When Zhong Yao opened his eyes, he saw a series of clear lights that were thinner than the bandage of demons rose from the rice seedlings and penetrated into his body. He breathed out as his energy flowed out, and was stunned for a moment.

"I can't see it, but I feel it slightly."

In the courtyard of the township master's mansion, Zhong Yao used the vine creeping ivy as an example to show the miracle he had just discovered. The old man was shocked and murmured: "How could this be so? There is no free spiritual energy in the world. Only the spiritual foundation can disperse spiritual energy. Why do ordinary vines, even rice seedlings, scatter spiritual energy?"

Zhong Yao had no one to ask for advice on this kind of thing, so he had to come to find the old man. After hearing what he said, he decided to speak out.

The old man's face was full of disbelief: "Dry rice seeds? How could there be such a thing?"

After muttering for a while, the old man had to believe: "No matter what it is, in short, there are strange things everywhere in your Guanshan."

The old man sighed deeply, his momentum suddenly changed, and he was a little like Mr. Gao in the past: "Moyizhou has no spiritual energy, and ordinary plants and even soil can dissipate spiritual energy, but there is only one reason."

He stomped his feet and pointed to the ground and said, "Moyizhou's nightmare energy is filled, and the heaven and earth are constantly declining. However, your land is in reverse and is still being promoted! Only the place of promotion will allow the innate spiritual energy originally condensed in the grass and soil to escape and benefit the heaven and earth."

The old man looked up at the sky again, scratched his butt, and said deeply: "It's a pity that compared to the heaven and earth, the mountain is too small. This merit is like a drop of ink in the sea, and it can't stop the fall of Moyizhou at all."

Zhong Yao opened his mind: "What you mean is that if Moyizhou is full of mountains, the continent will be promoted and spiritual energy will be contained in the world?"

The old man sneered: "It's so amazing. Where can I find so many spiritual species?"

Zhong Yao smiled and said, "As long as more people are allowed to guide the spiritual energy, cultivate plants and cultivate the land, and use this spiritual energy to practice. Let the soil, plants and trees everywhere be spiritual foundations, instead of taking the spiritual foundations as one person, then people are equal to spiritual seeds."

The old man was still laughing, his face froze while smiling, his expression frozen, and turned into a sculpture.

Zhong Yao patted the old man on the shoulder, but there was no response. He patted his face again, and the old man didn't even blink.

Just as Zhong Yao was about to stimulate the old man with the Jiutu true energy, the old man suddenly started to cough violently, coughing up a lot of blood, and his hands kept scratching the back, twisting it into a twist for a moment.

He twisted and twitched in this strange posture, but the old man's eyes were shiny and laughed happily.

"I understand! I understand-!"

Zhongyao was confused. What do you understand? How to treat hemorrhoids?

After a long time, the old man sat softly on the ground, panting like a cow. Zhong Yao sensed that the old man was rotating a majestic and violent qi in his body, and he felt that the entire courtyard... No, the entire township master's mansion stretched and shook with the qi, which was particularly unreal.

His scalp was trembling and numb, and Zhong Yao secretly exclaimed in his heart, this old man was indeed not an ordinary person, he was definitely a real person in Jindan!

"Zhongyao, I came to Guanshan because it was related to an old friend."

"That old friend has been in Guanshan for thirty years and I don't know what he is waiting for. When he returns to Daishan, he has nothing to find, I am very curious."

The old man suddenly changed the topic and talked about his purpose. Zhongyao squatted beside him and listened quietly, knowing that the old man was about to reveal the details.

"I was just thinking about taking a rough look, but before the time came, I felt that the secret of heaven had changed, and it was related to your mountain."

"I'm right. The changes here are just changes in the eyes of old friends, monks, and gods such as Daishan Mansion, but in my eyes, I see a way out. Moyizhou may get rid of the sinking and collapse until it collapses."

The old man's tone became heavier: "You asked me how the demon nightmare came from, now I can tell you."

He took a deep breath, and his words were very light, but each word was as heavy as a heavy hammer, which made Zhongyao feel dazed.

"The Demon Nightmare is a sinister who has not been able to break the void for billions of years. He is a monk in the immortal class, carrying the spiritual energy he plundered from the world, and is unwilling to return it to the world, and attempts to create eternal life with the body of the Demon Nightmare..."

Zhongyao was shocked in the courtyard, and in the training ground, the bald boy was also shocking others.

He took off his shirt, naked and strong body, and threw out another cast iron sword.

The iron sword whizzed and thrust into the wooden stake ten feet away. The grass chips were shaken and flying all over the sky. The sword obviously had other powers on it.

"What's the name!"

The onlooker made a strange cry. Bada thought he was scolding him and shouted blankly: "If you throw it away, I will cast it myself. My grandfather is a blacksmith, and I can cast swords!"

He picked up another iron sword, and Ba Da pushed the sea of ​​qi according to the Jin Sword technique taught by Zhong Yao before. When the qi and blood were full, he raised his hand and threw out the iron sword.

This time, the wooden stake was not hit, and the iron sword shot on the earth wall more than ten feet behind the wooden stake, blowing out a large cloud of smoke and dust.
Chapter completed!