Chapter 0195: The Fourteen Spirits All Appeared, and the Eight Generations of Ancestors Withdrew
routinely used Yijian to close the curtain, and Yueping's own action of 'grabbing fertile soil up the hillside' began. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Simple, straightforward, and effective.
The crowbar group is re-erected, this arrow is long, there are one hundred and eighty zhang, Yueping will point the arrow in the direction of the Zhaizi Mountain, and the five-character formula will be accounted for: "Five in the sky has not been opened"!
After thinking and thinking, looking forward and looking forward to it, the eye that had never opened in front of the arrow had the enlightenment of the last eye, and finally enlightened a thin slit!
A line of blazing eyes was focused on the neck of the mountain, and along that line, the Zhaizi Mountain broke open a thin opening like a shell, and a piece of three-color tissue paper squeezed out of the mouth. The big piece of paper stood up in front of the arrow, and looked at Yueping and grew fat, and it turned out to be a three-color big hen, and the color of her fur was the same as that of Qiu Luzi.
The spirit of the first mountain in the valley is actually a pheasant!
Qiu Madzi's hair seems to be a three-color rooster, can he be separated from this hen pheasant?
Zhaizi Mountain is only a few miles away from Jiuzhong Mountain, and you can see it in the night with good eyesight. Although there was only one line of vision, it was like a filament, illuminating a circle of thirty-six acres. It can be seen by the Nine Great Eyes and the Four Great Spirits.
The pheasant nodded to my brother and signaled that it was ready. He communicates with Yueping consciously, and his eyes may not be able to see through the black and white curtain. Yueping, who temporarily acted as a crowbar, stretched out, picked up a blanket, raised it high, and pressed it hard, and threw this big blanket high, threw it out far away, crossed several miles, and flew towards Zhaizi Mountain in the air!
Seeing the blanket flying, the pheasant did not avoid it, and let the jacket fall in the soil of the village full of green wheat seedlings. Its body grew violently, several acres in size, and its wings spread out, and it was ready to take on this heavy coat that was more than an acre in size.
He must be very strong to dare to do this.
Here, such a large package has to fly for several miles, and the power added to the crowbar is extraordinary. The pheasant didn't stand up and wait, but flew up and went forward.
When he got closer, he fanned his wings against the blanket violently, fanned a few times, and then bravely held the blanket in his arms, and he flew back in the air with the blanket in his arms, and flew around a few times, and the future momentum was almost reduced, and then he put the blanket on the big stone lawn where there were no crops.
He untied the blanket with a chicken and ate it violently, and after a few times he choked on it, and a big bulge bulged up on the chicken's neck, and he tried many times before swallowing it.
After eating, he did not delay, Yueping's mind was urging.
The pheasant immediately went into a hurry.
Spreading the fertile soil under a hoe and a half layers of soil, the pheasant shows extraordinary control over the mountain, and it directs the cultivated soil to open like a feather, and like the earth opens its tongue against the palate to expose the gums, the wild mountain song waves its wings and fans the fertile soil layer by layer. Spread evenly in a three-inch thick layer.
It was so fast that it took only a quarter of an hour to lay the whole mountain.
In the end, there were more than ten tons left in this blanket, and the pheasant very generously pulled out a section of the cave, and after all the loading, even the dust on the Qingluo belt was shaken clean, and it was always hung on the chicken warp.
Only then did he throw the green Luo belt back to the tofu weir.
At this time, Yueping could afford to wait, and it was not until the first test of the pheasant was successful that he pried the remaining nine blankets out one by one.
After witnessing this process, the Eight Ancestors knew that Yueping was raised by a mass of living energy, and there were more spirits than imagined. The strength of this force is even more incredible.
Not to mention anything else, a single pile of packages flying in the air, they can all follow without damaging a single grass and seedling on the mountain, and it is absolutely difficult to find such a strong master among humans. Now there were fourteen all at once.
The spirit of Changshan is an evergreen snake, it first rolls itself like an earthworm in the fertile mound of sand, and then mobilizes the mountain power of the body, shedding all the soil of the whole mountain from the top of the mountain to the end of the mountain, and then singing to the large pile of fertile soil, its song is more sand than a scraping pot, and more sticky than rice and dry mud.
In the song that was worse than the ghost scream, the fertile sand turned into sounds and flew in all directions, like fools awakened in hibernation. and it fell like a song on all the land.
Then, the tilling layer is pulled back to the original place and covered.
Then the evergreen snake wrapped the green belt around his body, and fell asleep, he, he didn't return it!
Then, he ignored Yueping's ideological urging, and Yueping screamed and didn't wake up. He's hibernating on the top of the mountain.
Until everyone distracts themselves from other hills, they slip into the cave and don't come out all night!
The elder horse Qingluo Belt was greedy like this, and for this matter, Yueping was laughed at by the spirits for several years.
Only then did Yueping know that the snake heart was also very greedy. It's also ha, they eat even the fur of their belts, and they don't spit out their bones.
The spirit of Nianzi Mountain is a tall horse.
The spirit of Mozi Mountain is an old scalper.
There is also the plant-based Yiling! The Yiling of Millet Mountain is Wo Rice, and the Yiling of Huangniba Mountain is Peng Soybean. The spirit of Fujia Mountain is a cotton!
There is even more strange, the spirit of the altar mountain is the mouth of the old altar.
Maruyama's spirit is a big wave egg!
The spirit of Jianzui Mountain is a flower goock!
Yueping's ten blankets are all picked up with a combination of crowbars and thrown into the air to the corresponding mountain. There are four animal spirits, three plant spirits, two egg spirits, and one utensil spirit. There is not a single fuel-efficient lamp, all of which have great capacity.
Yue Ping pry ten times in a row, taking away one-third of the fertile soil, and then no longer robbed, he intended to let the four mountains that made a lot of efforts tonight share the remaining two-thirds.
In other words, on average, those who can't be there tonight can only enjoy one-fifth of their four, which is the focus on participation!
The fourteen spirits listened to him.
With these, no matter how rebellious the power hidden in the valley is, or the moon level of a little boy, its important position will be as stable as Mount Tai.
Ten blankets, all pried away. It is also the top ten spirits, appearing one by one on their respective mountains, and they all have very good performances.
On the nine-fold mountain, the eight generations of ancestors saw this, glanced at each other, and exchanged glances with their father's eyes, they came out this night, and it was worth too much to return to the fare.
The shells in the eyes of the Eight Great Hopes said in unison: "We are very relieved!"
Then the Eight Forgotten Eyes closed one after another, and soon disappeared.
My father's eyes looked at the shell and said a long sentence: "This Qingtang can ensure the high yield of Tofu Weir for more than ten years, and your academic expenses are worry-free." ”
After the father finished speaking, he also closed his eyes, and the Nine Peaks immediately shrank sharply, Yueping hurriedly withdrew the arrow, dismantled the crowbar organization, and the Nine Peaks had turned back into the original water hole. It's mediocre again. (To be continued.) )