Thinking too much......

Or maybe he's thinking too far. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The premise of these is that he must have a lot of resources to be able to support so many people.

And the most important part is the rationing of nutrients.

Poor equipment can be tolerated.

The poor environment can be tolerated.

But if you can't even ration nutrients, then it's all empty talk.

At this time, all of Zhao Han's attention was focused on Shen Yin.

As a result, I looked at the ginseng doll and thought about it for a while while holding a berry in both hands.

After that, I actually ate the fruit in one bite.

Then he shook his head at Zhao Han with some frustration.

"Do you want to live?"

Zhao Han's eyes froze.

Although he had some preparations in his heart, when he saw that Shen Yin really couldn't do it, that feeling of frustration was still immersed in his heart.

Since Shen Yin can't grow these berries here, he will have to spend a lot of time collecting medicinal herbs.

Don't look at the medicinal materials in one place at this time, but what Zhao Han wants is a quota that can supply an army of 10,000 people!

It's just a drizzle!

At most, it can provide for the daily needs of some high-ranking officers.

But what about the large number of low-level soldiers?

Even low-level officers, middle-level officers, what do they do?

Is it difficult to find a channel to buy nutrients from the Imperial Military in bulk?

Could it be that they should use nutrients produced by the Imperial military?

You must know that he, Zhao Han, is not qualified to raise a dragon qi dragon, if he uses inferior nutrients for low-level officers, then their future path to advancement will be ruined!

That's definitely self-digging!

"There's too little vitality in these fruits, if you can..."

Zhao Han was very disappointed, and Shen Yin was also disappointed.

Unlike Zhao Han, who wanted to expand an army, Shen Yin simply liked to cultivate elixir, which was the mark engraved on the body of the Herbaceous Elve.

Seeing a large number of medicinal herbs that could not survive.

Now he is even more sad than Zhao Han......

But after he finished speaking, Zhao Han's eyes lit up.

Lack of energy?

Ordinary berries can't be made, but what about the flawless level?

With this in mind, he took out two immaculate berries from his pendant.

"What about this?"

Seeing the large berries taken out of Zhao Han's hand, Shen Yin's face showed some doubts.

Then he jumped up and snatched the berries from Zhao Han's hand.

After observing it repeatedly for a while, he showed a happy expression.

"If it's such a fruit, I can try it"

"But are there only these two?"

After speaking, the little guy looked at Zhao Han with an expectant expression.

Is Zhao Han just these two berries?

No..... He still had a dozen more in his package.

These were the rations he used as his own nutrients, and if he gave them to the gods at this time, then he would have to find the source of the nutrients in the future.

But compared to the future layout, this little trouble is not a problem!

Seeing the white light in his hand flash, more than a dozen berries the size of a baby's fist appeared in front of Shen Yin.

"That's all"

"Think it up for yourself"

"If I can grow a living, I'll bring you a lot of ginseng next time."

Zhao Han had an excited expression on his face.

There's anticipation.

Hearing his words, the ginseng doll nodded absentmindedly.

Then he trotted to the side to dig a pit with the fruit......

Walking out of the medicine garden, Zhao Han accompanied Ye Weilan and chatted for a while.

After explaining the direction of her future development direction of Mingyue Village, she flew into the distance by herself.

The White Tiger car was left by him to Chi Jingpeng.

From Mingyue Village to Qingyun Mountain, if these iron horses only rely on horses to run, even if they run fast for three days and three nights, it will be too late.

It's not that the distance between the two is.

There are too many rugged mountain roads in between.

You can't run away on horses alone......

......

Edgeworth enters the Darkness.

Qingluan spread its wings and skimmed over the clouds.

The interweaving of blue and white has a unique charm.

At this time, Zhao Han was going to see an old friend.

An old friend who has been waiting for him for an unknown amount of time in a lonely cave.

It's not a long way off.

With Qingluan's flight speed, it only took more than an hour to reach the destination.

Mountains and rivers, strange rocks.

It's different from the previous life when I came here with a sad heart.

At this time, Zhao Han smiled.

Skillfully walked from under a strange rock into the sheep intestine path that led to the ground.

There is no light.

It was completely pitch black.

And Zhao Han's walk is fifteen minutes.

When he sees the light again.

What I saw was a hazy blue light.

A green glow that emerges from within a boulder.

Cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

The kind of cold daring revealed from the bottom of one's heart can't be resisted at all.

Zhao Han didn't think about resisting it.

Just open your arms at the boulder.

"Old friend, I'm here!"

He said this without a head and a brain.

Even himself.

After finishing speaking, he also smiled self-deprecatingly.

Naturally, the boulder will not answer him.

Zhao Han was not surprised by this.

It's just a night sword released from the body.

Then he slashed at the boulder in front of him.

The sword light slashed through the boulder and left a deep mark, but Zhao Han's hand was oozing blood from the force of the shock.

He didn't care.

The corners of his mouth were still smiling.

Then.

Another sword slashed down!

Blood was pouring from his palm.

Little by little, dripping to the ground.

Zhao Han, who has been delicate since he was reborn, did not exhale pain.

For the things in this bluestone, he has a different insistence.

A sword, another sword.

Blood was pouring down the ground.

It even converges into a small beach.

And Zhao Han's right hand holding the sword was already bloody and fleshy.

It was as if he didn't feel pain.

There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The sword in his hand still slashed towards the boulder.

His face was already a little pale, which was caused by excessive blood loss.

Sweat broke down on his forehead, which was caused by a sharp pain.

But he didn't stop.

The sword in his hand let out a soft sound.

It seems that he is dissatisfied with his current actions.

But Zhao Han ignored it.

Still chopping at boulders.

Finally......

A green glow like star-sand revealed from the gap he had split.

Followed by.

It's the sound of exploding!!

The flying stones in the sky were blocked by a sword light.

It was a night when the sword was protecting itself.

And Zhao Han smiled and took it back into his body.

Then the right hand, covered with blood, shook the "cyan long stick" revealed inside the boulder.

Thorn !!

It was as if he was holding a red-hot soldering iron.

This time, Zhao Han finally couldn't keep his unchanged smile.

The face became distorted.

This is caused by severe pain.

But he didn't let go!

Just like Lian Nishang said.

A man always has to get up when he falls.

Even if you can lie down for a while, you still have to get up after all.

He clenched his hand at a cyan stick.

It's as if it's stuck to it.

There is no burnt taste.

Some just don't let the blood flow on this stick.

Bit.

The body of the spear is gradually covered with spears.

And then be sucked into it!

Finally condensed on the tip of the spear buried in the ground!!

There was a pale cyan glow, and a little red hung in the forefront.

This is a weapon that has accompanied Zhao Han all his life in his previous life.

Gun name: Beacon Burn!

Among the world's famous guns, it is not the slightest!

The only thing that is missing is a master who can take it out of this hole in the barren ground.

Take it for brilliance.

Stairway of Flesh.

The Throne of Bones.

The splendor of the Golden Blood.

The path of legends.

Finally, the spear seemed to have sucked enough blood.

Turned into a green light and integrated into Zhao Han's body.

And the Yixi Sword that originally existed in Zhao Han's body was squeezed out by him......

Overbearing!

Incomparably domineering!

But for this kind of domineering, Zhao Han did not have the slightest disgust.

Instead, I closed my eyes and carefully experienced the feeling.

There was a saying in a previous life.

said that Zhao Han is alone, just half a childhood plum.

Zhao Han is a son, and the spear is a green plum.

This statement is true!

Because only Zhao Han, who holds the beacon fire in his hand, is the real "him"!

Fight in battle formations, charge and break the enemy!

Every sparkle of him.

With this spear by his side.

There you have it.

Zhao Han can be regarded as complete!

Jump.

The Dao robe on Zhao Han's body exploded.

And then there was a myriad of blood mist.

The blood mist filled.

Minutes and seconds passed.

One minute.

An hour.

One day!

The blood mist is getting more and more diffuse.

Spread in this cavern.

There was a creak.

A crystal jade hand poked out of the blood mist.

After that comes the arms.

Smooth upper body.

Streamlined toned body.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a green light peeked out of his eyes.

It's as if it could pierce everything.

Authentic.

False!

A smile is drawn at the corners of his mouth.

At this time, Zhao Han's whole person looked strange.

It's like readjusting to your body.

He moved his hands and feet.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the sword that was slanted into the ground,

Stretched out his left hand and pulled him out.

Stored in a pendant.

From his pendant, he took out a white samurai suit and put it on his body.

Then he turned and walked out of the silent cave.

Even if there is still a lot of wealth in the depths of the earth.

But at this time, Zhao Han ...... There really isn't any.

A spear is enough!

For the rest of his life, he only sought one heart.

Now he dares to come and get this spear.

Naturally, there must be a capacity for this spear that can be withheld!!

......

......

Blue sky and white clouds.

Qingluan spreads its wings.

All the way to Qingyun!

Afterwards......

In the Qinghua Pavilion, the Tianya Divine Sword was thrown in front of Dao Xuan Zhenren.

"I don't need it anymore"

"Master, wait for Xueqi to come back, give it back for me"

"Please!"

A sunny smile hangs on the corner of his mouth as usual.

But at this time, it seems a little false.

Dao Xuan Zhenren, who was meditating, opened his eyes, and then looked at Zhao Han with a green glow in his eyes.

Blocked!!

I saw a green mang of the same origin but different ways coming out of Zhao Han's body.

directly blocked the gaze of Dao Xuan Zhenren from his body!!

There was silence in the Qinghua Pavilion.

The old Taoist priest seemed to be a little puzzled by Zhao Han's decision.

But in the end.

The Tianya Sword still disappeared in this Qinghua Pavilion...... (To be continued.) )