Everyone said that after the pig hit his head, he was even more stupid than before. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoI don't know the basic common sense! I also want everyone to teach him from the beginning. It's like teaching a child.

Slowly, Manshu finally learned that this world is called "Daling", with four spiritual states of wind, fire, water, and earth, and has experienced two world-class wars, one is called "Creation", and the other is "Fixation". What Manshu saw in his dream should be the battle of the world.

Legend has it that the creator god drew a pattern of four spirits, and each of the four great states enshrined a spirit, which was peaceful and rich, but the demons preached the "fifth power" and launched a great rebellion, and the four states recruited all the spiritual cultivators above the Bodhi realm to surround and suppress. This is the battle of the world.

When it comes to spiritual cultivators, there is a saying of "three talents", the so-called "heaven, earth, and man". At present, those who are active in the human world are generally "spiritual scholars", that is, "human" level spiritual cultivators. At a higher level, there will be a "spirit king", that is, an "earth" level cultivator. And the highest "heaven" level "Spirit Saint", and a considerable number of earth-level spirit kings, have not appeared in the human world at all. It is said that they have their own iQue world.

The so-called "Bodhi Realm" is only for human-level spiritual people.

The human-level spiritual cultivation realm is divided into five realms: the incarnation realm, the mixed realm, the heavenly evolution realm, the Bodhi realm, and the Guiyuan realm.

If you break through the Guiyuan Realm, you can be promoted to a prefecture-level spirit king, and you can take on high-level positions such as city lords, county lords, and state lords.

The villagers around Manshu didn't even go up to the Transformation Habitat, they couldn't be called spiritual cultivators, they were just ordinary residents of the Fire Spirit State. They light a fire casually, as if ordinary people are talking and walking, which is not a thing.

As for Zhang Caizhu, according to everyone's awe, a few years ago, he had entered the first stage of the metabiotic realm: the metamorphosis stage. He can be regarded as a spiritual cultivator. "That's amazing!" Everyone sighed and praised, "No wonder he can get rich!" ”

But Manshu clearly remembered that in her dream she saw the five people who were the first to vomit blood from the cyan peak, and the signs tied around their waists were all "Bodhi".

It is enough to be the lord of a city, and it is also the lowest level to participate in the battle of the world.

That battle brought together all the human-level spirit masters above the Bodhi level, a large number of earth-level spirit kings, and even several heaven-level spirit saints.

For example, the white-clothed double-ringed beauty, Manshu finally heard that it was from Shui Lingzhou, named Shen Yi, and the spirit name was "Mingtang", eight hundred years ago, the Jin earth-level spirit king, and one hundred and fifty years ago, the heaven-level spirit saint, drifted away after the World War, and was never seen again in the world.

Why did such a high-ranking character and such a tragic battle appear in Manshu's dream? Manshu was suspicious. However, the fox suspicion is useless, and she still has to survive first to be true.

The sun rose and the moon set, and after several cold and heat, she learned to mow the grass, fight wolves, pay off the rich man's drug debts, and began to save a little money.

Let's talk about the grass here! Manshu hated to step on the bench, tilt his neck and make a sad wolf howl, and then pour a pot of tea to suppress the shock. Whoever wants to ask, she has to slap the table vigorously before she can speak: "Damn! Have you ever seen such a perverted grass?! ”

When the wind blows through the grassland, the abundant grass will fall down, bounce up, and fall down again, wave after wave.

But even when the wind is not blowing, as long as the grass is happy, they will hold hands and dance as much as they want, and wave as they want. They really move on their own! This is a special product of Huoling Prefecture, called "Lianjiao".

Manshu remembers the first time he cut the lawn. She took a deep breath, held a scimitar in her hand, and jumped into the grassland bravely under the gaze of the rich man, and the weeds immediately attacked her from all directions, and the waist and limbs avoided her attack, and the cold man gave her a hard blow in the back!

Manshu's face was swollen that time, and he was still empty-handed, and he fell to the ground on the ridge, and he couldn't get up anymore. ”

Manshu trembled and took out a precious blade of grass from her bosom, and handed it to the rich man Zhang under his nose in the posture of paying party dues: "--Give me another chance?" ”

After repeated defeats and battles three hundred times, Rich Master Zhang finally couldn't stand it anymore: "In this way, Zhu Gazi, I'll show you." ”

Manshu was stunned and looked at the fat rich man Zhang, slid into the oil pot with a piece of lard in a mellow posture, slid into the grassland on tiptoe, raised his soft and boneless arms, rubbed and rubbed with the cheap grass, and stepped on the steps of the square dance aunt, how are you friends on the left, how are you friends on the right? If you like me, I'll have one: Mo Mo Da~

Manshu's involuntary OS: good, good brain-burning rhythm! I couldn't think of anything in my head, except for this demonic dance.

The cheap grasses were extremely excited, and they stretched upwards to the tips of the grass blades, and then inevitably fell back due to gravity.

It happened to fall in the arm of the rich man Zhang that he had prepared.

The rich man Zhang held them in one hand, and held a scimitar in the other hand like a violin.

Wipe!

A bundle of grass.

The tip of the knife was picked out again, attacking those who had not yet reacted to the three ways of the grass - boom! Another bundle.

Finally, the nearest circle of grass reacted, and some twisted their waists to run away, but their feet were still fixed on the ground! The result was just a fall to the ground. There are also a few grasses that are more heroic, struggling to come to fight the rich man, but they are just sending the tips of their own grass to the rich man. The rich man took the tips of the grass in his hand, pulled them down, went around the ground, and tied up the cut grass directly with them, and by the way, he pointed to the ground on tiptoe, and opened his arms, and broke them, and the knife stretched out, and drew a circle again towards the frightened grass—the third stubble of grass was cut again.

According to this rhythm, the cycle repeats, and the rich man Zhang can conquer the entire grassland. But we must not forget that he was a fat man. If he had the strength to conquer the entire grassland, he would not have the time and energy to eat himself so fat. At that moment, Dan saw that he wiped off his sweat, walked up the ridge, handed the scimitar back to Manshu, and did not even bother to bring the grass that had been cut.

Manshu was already restrained by the hand he had just revealed, and asked tremblingly, "Just now, that ...... Is it the strength of a spiritual cultivator? ”

“…… It is a necessary strength for all long-term workers! Rich Zhang glared at her and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Manshu looked at the grassland. The surviving grasses have recovered from their shock and grief and are holding hands to build a new Great Wall to guard the remains of their companions. Manshu thought that if she couldn't even bring back the grass that had been cut by others, she would not have to live a long life. She gritted her teeth, followed the example of the rich man, raised her hand and twisted her hips to meet the cheap grass: Come on! Friction! Friction! Devil's pace!