At the beginning of the new year, auspicious signs are welcomed. 'Tian Lai Xiao' said.2.

On the first day, he was attached to twelve knights, and the oath of the alliance was an alliance, which was naturally worthy of the Qing clan's celebration.

After making an appointment with Mu Yan and Mu Qing, and rushing to the national capital to meet the monarch on the fifteenth day after the year, Qingyang was once again busy.

In these limited fifteen days, he had to readjust many of the Qing's previous arrangements according to Mr. Puyang's instructions.

He also sent Zhong Bo, Lu Zhonglin, Niu Ben, Xiong Xin and other half of the Qing clan vassals to Lu Country to carefully recruit the people of Lu State.

In order to ensure this operation, Qingyang even sent Ziche Yanxi to lead two thousand martial cultivators to accompany him, which was not only to protect the safety of the people, but also a rare actual battle.

In the midst of all the troubles, Lie Muyang, who was originally stationed in Queshan, led his troops to dig up countless salted potatoes and salt frost trees from the original station of the Ghost and Witch Department.

Upon learning that there would be a flood this summer, Qingyang ordered all corn cultivation to be stopped and salted potatoes were planted as a new crop.

Mr. Puyang, who has always been calm and calm, picked up one and turned it over and over in his hand after seeing the mountains of salty potato tubers, and was silent for a long time.

"Luck, ······"

Mr. Puyang couldn't help but exclaim again, "The countries in the Northern Wilderness are scarce, not only because of war and plague, but also because of the lack of food.

This group of evil savages of the Ghost and Witch Department was able to cultivate such crops by themselves, if they could endure it for another three or five years before establishing a country, it would definitely not be easy for Xing Guo to enter and suppress it now. ”

Salted potatoes can not only be planted in saline-alkali land, but even yield more than twice that of corn per mu.

With hundreds of thousands of catties of salted potatoes as seeds, Chigui Xinyi knew some planting methods, so naturally the three farmers and retainers of Pulin Guihe Wenbo arranged it.

Under the guidance of Qingyang, under the action of the row plow and the curved plow, the northern barren buffalo was used as animal power, and the cultivation was nearly 100 times that of the past.

When the plough and salted potatoes appeared one after another, the whole Qing clan, from the retainers to the people, were full of heartfelt joy, but Qingyang frowned again.

A big problem suddenly dawned on him.

Since returning from Linggu, there has not been a single day of time to practice in the past month, and almost all of them have been occupied by all kinds of miscellaneous things.

If it was half a year ago, Qingyang only needed to reach the realm of the Nine Rank Warriors when he met the monarch, and by the way, he would have mastered the necessary swordsmanship and archery.

But now he is in conflict with Xing Boyun and Zhongxingshuo, capturing and killing the totem of the Ghost and Witch Ministry, capturing the priest of the Black Wind Ministry, and because of his mother Qingluan, he has a grudge against the black mystical people who worship cats, ghosts and gods.

This time I went to the national capital, I don't know how many enemies there will be, and I am secretly waiting for myself to appear, and I am bound to take the best shape to deal with all kinds of enemies.

The voice of the Taichu Dao Sutra sounded again in the sea of knowledge: "You only need to spend 50,000 contribution points to obtain the Martial God Illusion."

Cultivating in the Martial God Illusion can not only be as helpful as practicing in reality, but more importantly, the time flow in the Martial God Illusion is three times that in reality. ”

There is a conspiracy!

Qingyang's first reaction was almost to object, the Taichu Dao Sutra was afraid that it would come again to cheat the contribution value!

Perhaps also feeling Qingyang's emotions, Taichu Daojing said unhurriedly: "You can try it for half an hour, and then agree to buy it after you feel satisfied." ”

Although he still feels that there is a trap in his heart, what Qingyang lacks most at present is time.

At the same time, I also made up my mind in my heart, as long as I was not satisfied with the martial god space, I would refuse without hesitation.

In the sea of knowledge, the vast ocean is endless, and the golden pages of the Taichu Dao Sutra in the sky are slowly turning.

I saw a page of a book suddenly shoot out a golden bright light, and a picture was projected in front of Qingyang, and it gradually turned into a magical palace group.

However, the Qingyang current palace complex is just an illusory thing, and all he can do is a wide martial arts arena.

When Qingyang pulled out the five-foot Qingfeng, this divine weapon, which was tempered with the blood of dozens of third-grade beasts and fierce birds, actually let out a slight soft groan, as if he was protesting against Qingyang's lack of use of it for a long time.

"Sword, the holy product of the ancients, the supreme and noble, the man and the god are worshipped, the ancestor of the short soldiers, and the gentleman of a hundred soldiers!"

Gently flicking the five-foot Qingfeng, Qingyang's mouth gently appeased this gradually psychic divine weapon,

"In the future, you will fight everywhere and deal with the troubled times in the future, you will naturally have a day when you will come out, but you must not be infected with bloodthirsty vices!"

"Ah~"

The five-foot Qingfeng groaned softly again, as if he understood Qingyang's words and answered.

Qingyang no longer wasted time, and used the ape swordsmanship given by the white ape prince one by one, and suddenly the power of the wind and clouds in the entire fantasy world was endless.

The first time he used it, Qingyang just had a similar move, and the second time he used his sword moves, not only were the sword moves extremely similar, but he even had the faint sword intent of the White Ape Gong.

It wasn't until the fifth time that Qingyang made a move, and the edge of the long sword had converged freely, and the instant blow was like the sky falling apart.

But Qingyang frowned more and more, his current white ape tricks were not completely suitable for him, even if he imitated eighty percent of the similarity, but it was impossible to completely cross after all.

"Boom~"

With a roar, the stone statue of the God of War obtained from the Salt Mine of the Ghost Witch Department was automatically moved to the Martial God Illusion Realm by the Primal Dao Sutra.

Gazing at this stone statue of the god of war that had brought him great insight, Qingyang remembered the earth-shattering sword that was displayed in Lishui Daze that day.

On the basis of the high fighting spirit of tens of thousands of elite troops, the earth-shattering sword that was unleashed, even if it was Qingyang now, could not be displayed again.

But he remembered the feeling of the sword.

Staring at the tall stone statue of the god of war in the Martial God Illusion, Qingyang's eyes were engrossed, pinning his battle intent on it, and an illusory small sword on his chest faintly reflected.

"The power of the god of war, the power of the sword gate, and the meaning of the rock, with my brave heart, turned into a supreme sword!"

Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, and one after another fine light continued to shoot out, and the five-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand seemed to be weak, but it was like a mountain when it was waved gently.

"Don't use this sword, now the Martial God Illusion is not enough to support your sword, and you must spend contribution points before you can use it without any scruples. ”

The suppression of the Taichu Dao Sutra made Qingyang's heart very disappointed, but after knowing the sea greatly, an hour in Qingyang's current martial god illusion realm was only two quarters of an hour in reality.

This means that you can spend more time on cultivation in double the time, and spending 50,000 contribution points is not too expensive.

"Bastard!"

Soon, the Qing clan leaders heard the screams of the lord again.

At this moment, Qingyang couldn't wait to burn the Taichu Dao Sutra, and the 50,000 contribution value was only the cost of opening the Martial God Illusion, and every time he used it in the future, he would consume a different number of contribution points according to the time and the sword moves cast.

"Now you should focus on the big picture and strategy, rather than dwelling on a few contributions, after all, if the plough and salted potatoes spread, your contribution will be far greater than the number of Yin warriors that Osawa slayed. ”

The Taichu Dao Sutra is not a comforting comfort, it makes Qingyang's heart feel a little better, and it is worth exchanging more cultivation time for such a huge amount of contribution value.

However, on the third day of the year, Ye Zhao's arrival brought bad news.