Western Chu Southern Xinjiang, Danyang!

The first pass of southern Xinjiang into Chu, above the Dingshan Pass, Dugu Guanlan and Dugu Jing stood side by side.

The Ghost Fang alien race, which is more than ten zhang tall, gradually showed its defeat under the brave counterattack of the Western Chu soldiers Ge Jiashi.

The soldiers of the Dugu family are the divine army poured out of the blood of life and death in the border pass, although they are not as good as those ace armies of Daqin, but they can also compete with the naturally brave ghost alien race.

In the midst of the sword light and sword shadows and shouts of killing, the tall ghost alien clan finally revealed defeat and began to retreat backwards.

If you change to another general, you must take advantage of the victory to pursue at this time.

But Dugu Guanlan raised his hand and ordered in a deep voice: "Mingjin retreats!"

"It's the general!" an adjutant bowed and began to mingle.

The army of the Dugu family began to retreat.

Of course, when the ghost alien race saw this, it was useless to start fighting back, and for a while, it was strange that the well water did not violate the river water.

Seeing this, Dugu Jing was taken aback, and asked very puzzled: "Uncle, obviously we can take advantage of the victory to pursue, lead the army of the Dugu family, go deep into Shu, kill the courage of this ghost and foreign race, so that it does not dare to invade the south again, wouldn't it be peaceful for eternity." ”

When Dugu Guanlan heard this, he laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke: "Jing'er, at this moment, I realized that the boy is really cute." ”

Dugu Jing's old face was red, but he was very unconvinced, he felt that what he said was very reasonable, could it be that his uncle was old and afraid of life and death.

As a result, before he could say anything to refute it.

Dugu Guanlan continued: "Do you know why the people of Western Chu compare themselves to cunning rabbits and do not go out of the three households?"

Dugu Jing shook his head and said with some annoyance: "I don't know!"

Although he is also a native of Western Chu, he also knows that this unspoken rule has been passed down in Western Chu for nearly a thousand years, but he really doesn't know why.

In his opinion, this approach is very cowardly, but it is a pity that he has lived in Western Chu for so many years, but he has not seen a few Chu people who are a little cowardly in their bones, otherwise there would be no existence of the name Shangwu Pavilion.

Dugu Guanlan said with some emotion: "Because since the ancestors, there have been many ghosts in Western Chu, and the Chu people are afraid that they will go out of Sanhu Prefecture and not be killed by the enemy, but they will be stabbed in the back by their own people, and their death will not be clear." ”

Dugu Jing was speechless in shock.

Uncle's words are very cold, and can even be said to be a little pessimistic and cruel, but if you think about it carefully, it is indeed such a truth.

There are really a lot of ghosts in Xichu.

But it was only for a moment, and the emotional look on Dugu Guanlan's face was gone: "Besides, if all the ghost alien races are killed, there is no war in this southern Xinjiang, and this Daxi Chu, do you still need your uncle and me?"

The meaning of this sentence is very deep, Dugu Jing used to be able to dominate the Shangwu Pavilion Dizi Pavilion, so he was naturally not a fool.

He understood, so he looked at Dugu Guanlan, and felt even more incredible and strange.

Dugu Guanlan patted Dugu Jing's shoulder, sighed, and said meaningfully: "Remember, the ghost fang alien race is not the real enemy of our Dugu family, the real enemy of our Dugu family is behind." ”

The secret realm of the earth spirit, the southern field of Jinxian County, is becoming more and more westward.

Fan Kuan wiped his sweat, a large piece of fertile land, he cultivated it all over with a farm tool, and it was very standard, thinking that if the next steps were not wrong, it was also so standard, and this fertile land would have a bumper harvest.

Ji Yu was very satisfied, turned his head to look at the armored boys in the city, and asked with a smile, "Have you learned it?"

Of course, the intellectuality, learning ability, and understanding of a cultivator are far beyond ordinary people, and if they can't learn it again, then they are not cultivators.

The armored boys in the city within the city said in unison, "I learned." ”

However, learning and mastering are two different concepts.

Ji Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Now that you have learned, then the fathers and villagers of Jin County will start to cultivate, and we will open up the wasteland!"

Saying that, under his leadership, whether it was the young men in armor in the city within the city, or the people of Jin County, they began to choose farm tools and do farm work.

Clearing the land is a work that is countless times more arduous than farming, and it is also more difficult, but they are cultivators, and they are naturally lighter than the cultivation of these ordinary people who are skilled in farm work.

Although Fu Bang is very scary, he has a cheerful and talkative personality.

Of course, talkative and verbose of Korean stars are not the same concept.

Fu Bang said: "Brother Yu, this is the first time to do farm work, right?"

Ji Yu smiled: "It's the first time to open up wasteland, and I've done some of it." ”

Fu Bang felt that although this sentence seemed simple, the meaning was still very deep.

But Han Xing was struggling to wield a hoe while nagging non-stop, which made Ji Yu want to teach him to cultivate a closed mouth meditation in a small temple.

In the end, it was Ling Yue's sword-like eyes full of murderous intent that sealed Han Xing's mouth.

But Han Xing still couldn't help but slander Lingyue in his heart, a black widow, where is as cute and moving as Ah Leng.

Thinking of Ah Leng, he was a little lovesick again, so he felt a little weak in his hands and feet.

Long Jia is a very non-talkative person, a man like a man of steel, which is somewhat similar to Fan Kuan.

As for Xiahou Yuan, he naturally changed his position and came to the place between Fu Bang and Long Jia, and laughed with the two while opening up the wasteland.

Although, after the refinement stage, for this kind of physical work, it will no longer be of any effect on the cultivation of cultivators.

However, one flower and one world, one thing and one practice, boiling a cup of tea, drinking a pot of wine, eating a hot pot, grilling a barbecue, walking a hundred miles, watching thousands of miles of rivers, and appreciating thousands of miles of clouds are all cultivation.

In the wilderness, what is cultivated is not cultivation, but the mind.

The increasing nature of the mind is very beneficial for future enlightenment and so on.

If you can contemplate and comprehend the great artistic conception, you will naturally make great progress in your cultivation.

The sunset faded, and the master rushed to the scene with the good bandits from Yanding Mountain.

After entering the field of the armored youths in Nanye City, the master turned over and dismounted, bowed and stood, and said with a smile: "General, the porridge is good, if it is late today, do you call it a day and go back to the county government to send porridge?"

Ji Yu stopped waving the farm tools, turned his head to look at the master, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll be here today, and go back to the county government to eat green vegetables and lean porridge!"

Hearing this, whether it was the people of Jin County or the disciples of the city within the city, they all smiled.

With Ji Yu's order, the people collected farm tools one after another, grouped together, gathered together, and then followed the master and those Yandingshan Congliang bandits on the way home.

And Ji Yu and the disciples of the city in the city returned the farm tools to the people of Jin County, and then turned over their horses and rode slowly behind.

Sunset, stars and moon rise.

The military and civilians are a family, and they return with the moon and lotus.

When I came to the county yamen, it was already a cool evening breeze.

Under the command of the master, those bandits from Yan Dingshan and the young men in armor from the city in the city brought out a large pot of green vegetables and lean porridge and began to distribute it, a big bowl for each person.

Even these cultivators, who didn't eat much fireworks in the world, everyone ate a big bowl and ate happily.

Fu Bang sang to the moon and said: "Noon on hoe day!"

Countless young people in the city sang: "Sweat drops and grass under the soil!"

The people of Jin County sang together: "Who knows the food on the plate!"

A sea of people in front of the county government said: "Every grain is hard!"

Whether it was the ordinary people of Jin County or the cultivators, they all ate very well, and they also had a happy smile on their faces.