"Thank you~Saved my brother~"

The crisp and beautiful children's voice interrupted Qingyang's thoughts.

A girl, about four years old, thin and petite, with a tattered animal skin coat, but a small face and hands that were extremely white, apparently specially washed.

Bai Jing's palms, holding a red fruit, a pair of big black eyes, staring at Qingyang, full of expectation.

Maybe in the eyes of others, this is an ordinary wild fruit, but Qingyang knows that such a perfect fruit is enough for a young girl to survive a long night of hunger and cold.

The girl's eyes are pure, and people can't bear to refuse, Qingyang picks up and takes a bite, the ripe fruit, without the slightest sourness, is full of refreshing sweetness.

"What's your name?"

Qingyang stroked the top of the girl's head, causing her to smile sweetly, and her big black eyes were like a crescent moon.

"My name is Xue Yue'er!"

The girl was brittle, very spiritual, and did not look afraid.

Niu Ben smiled on the side: "Lord, this girl is from my in-law clan!"

Immediately, an old man bowed to Qingyang in awe.

Qingyang nodded to the two of them and said, "This girl has a lot of wisdom, she must be taken care of well, and she will become a big talent in the future!"

"Yes!"

Niu Ben and the old man were overjoyed when they heard this, and their hearts immediately raised the status of this girl a lot.

Qingyang summoned Lu Yi again, handed over the kernel to him, and solemnly instructed: "This seed, go back to the sealed soil and plant it! ”

The leaders and subordinates of the various tribes were already in their hearts of the Qing clan, and their faces were suddenly full of smiles, and the Qing clan was really their best choice.

At this time, there were dozens of wild people on Queshan Mountain, suffering from various diseases, and Qingyang was ready to treat them with talismans.

Unexpectedly, Hua Gongye said loudly: "Lord, although the effect is fast, there are hidden dangers, it is better for me to treat it with herbal medicine!"

"Huh, patriarch of the flower princess, do you know herbs?"

Qingyang's face was overjoyed, "Since this is the case, it will be up to the patriarch of the flower to show his strengths!"

Gale said in surprise: "Old man, didn't you tell the lord that you are an eight-grade pharmacist?"

"Hey~"

Hua Gongye just chuckled and didn't answer the question.

Gale has known him for decades, and immediately understood his thoughts, and couldn't help but laugh and scold: "You old thing, I'm afraid you didn't worry about the lord before, right?"

Hua Gongye couldn't help but be embarrassed and said: "You old guy, you know how to expose my shortcomings, now that the lord treats me well, and helps the sick and asks questions, how can I not help with all my might?"

Qingyang smiled indifferently: "It's my Qing family's honor to have you all like, so don't argue about it!"

At first glance, I learned that Hua Gongye was an eight-grade pharmacist, which was somewhat unexpected and surprising.

Thinking about it carefully, the flowers that bloom from the wood spirit are all six-grade elixirs, and Hua Gongye, as a pharmacist, serves as the head of the blue and white tribe, which is reasonable.

When the night was approaching, Qingyang was able to rest.

It's a bit exhausting, but it's well worth it.

Today's combination of grace and power not only made 2,500 people return to their hearts, but even the Green Wolf Department and the Black Eagle Department began to tend to belong to the Qing Clan.

The shadow of the moon slanted to the west, and the night was thicker.

On Queshan Mountain, hundreds of bonfires are piled up, and there is still residual carbon to burn, dispelling the slightest chill.

Groups of wild people, wrapped in tattered animal skins, snuggled up to each other, sleeping around the bonfire, and from time to time they could be seen patrolling the night arranged by Zhong Bo.

At the foot of Queshan Mountain, there are also hundreds of bonfires, which reflect each other with the bonfires on Queshan Mountain, adding a light to the dim wilderness.

The wild people of the various tribes under the mountain are unwilling to belong to the Qing clan.

Until this time, they were still discussing whether to go east and join the Ghost Witch Division, or to join the Qing clan, or to cross the vortex and go south to take refuge.

The people of the Great Wilderness are born to perish, and no one pays attention to them, just like the weeds in the Great Wilderness, stubble grows, and people come to harvest from time to time.

Just treating their sickness will bring these wild people to their hearts, and God knows what miserable life they have lived in the past.

The moonlight faded, the stars flashed in the sky, Qingyang stared at the sea of stars in Haotian, and couldn't help but ask: "Why did I come to this world? These wild people are so hard, what can I do for them?"

"The great wilderness is difficult, there are more than 100 people, if you successfully save a wild people, you will get a little contribution value, the more wild people you save, the more contribution points you get~"

The Taichu Dao Sutra gave hints and made Qingyang stunned.

"I see! This is the importance of the common people in the world!"

After a long time, Qingyang's eyes were firm, and he said resolutely, "Then let's start from the front first! Isn't it just a few thousand wild people, the Qing clan can afford it!"

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The night is dark, and the autumn fog is gradually rising.

Around the bonfire at the bottom of the mountain, nearly twenty wild clan chiefs gathered, discussing in a low voice.

The patriarch of the Caiyan tribe, with a solemn face, glanced at the magpie mountain, and whispered to the chiefs of the tribes: "As far as I know, the Qing clan is a sergeant.

was only promoted to the knight last month, and his family background is shallow, but recently because of the eldest daughter of Dr. Ye, he made a feud with Xing Hou's son.

Xing Hou Shizi, very popular with Xing Hou, the Qing family offended the monarchs?

It's better to go to the Ghost and Witch Ministry and help it unify the various tribes in Northern Xinjiang, once the country is established, you and I are also the founding fathers!"

The head of this group of wild tribes is not familiar with the Qing clan, so it is naturally difficult to trust, and after listening to the words of the patriarch of the Cai Pheasant tribe, his heart immediately moved.

Just as he was about to express his approval, he was interrupted by a ray of light.

Everyone was surprised, looked at Queshan, and their pupils shrank suddenly: "What is that?"

On the top of Magpie Mountain, a golden giant stands on the top of the mountain, up to dozens of zhang, shining with golden light.

It seems that the gods have descended into the world, but his appearance looks like the lord of the Qing clan, and his expression is active, lifelike, which makes people feel a sense of worship.

"The Qing clan killed the red ghost and the green ghost law body, could it be that this is the battle?"

Among the wild peoples, someone exclaimed loudly, but it attracted the attention of the patriarch of the Colored Pheasant tribe, and he looked thoughtful and had an idea.

Magpie Mountain.

The first time Qingyang used the God of War Method, his physical strength seemed to increase several times, dozens of times as if out of thin air.

Unlike Zhong Bo and Candle Dragon, who urge the law phase with battle intent, Qingyang is urged by the power of the divine soul and stars, and the golden law phase reflects the stars in the sky.

A trace of starlight was projected on the Faxiang, and the momentum continued to rise.

Qingyang felt that this formation generated by jokes still had great potential.

Under his control, the golden giant looked around, and said in a loud voice: "Tomorrow on the Magpie Mountain, and the blood alliance with all the tribes, those who are willing to belong to the surrounding will come to the alliance tomorrow!"

The golden giant disappeared for a long time, and the leader of this group of wild people regained his senses, his face was extremely pale, and his heart was already frightened.

"What a powerful breath!"

A wild clan chief, with an uncertain expression, said to the head of the Colored Pheasant tribe, "My clan's ancestral land is difficult to leave, so I won't follow to the Ghost Witch Tribe!"

"I still have some things to deal with in my clan, so I'll go back first!"

More than 20 chiefs of various tribes left most of them in one go, leaving only six patriarchs, which made the patriarch of the Caipheasant tribe extremely embarrassed.

In order to prevent further accidents, he simply said: "In the evening, you and I will embarrass the Qing Clan Lord, I am afraid that he will hold a grudge, it is better to evacuate this place at night!" (To be continued.) )