The mountain-like monster collapsed with a bang.

Chen Yi reached out and grabbed her precious sister's wrist, and the two of them didn't move, letting themselves fall into the muddy plasma with a bang.

Mu Qingyun tried to make his wheezing quieter, and groaned, "Go back and take a bath." ”

The system interface is like finally ending the lag, and it keeps tinkling and dingding.

Countless subtitles flicker on the interface.

[Hidden Mission: Clear Monster 1, Random Attribute Points +1]

[Plot progress: 70 percent.] Stage rewards: 300 pairs of Baiyunmen medicinal bath bags, 1,000 catties of various medicinal materials. 】

Before that, she was in this world, and she didn't show the mission progress at all, and she didn't know that it also had mission progress.

In addition to dutifully making her feel the power of heaven's reward for diligence when she was working hard to practice martial arts, the system is usually as quiet as if it doesn't exist.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing, Baiyunmen's medicinal bath bag, that's a good thing, now she uses this kind of medicinal bath bag every day, she has seen the formula, most of the medicinal materials are very ordinary, but some of the medicines used in it, like tiger bones, bear bile, tortoiseshell, etc., are going to die.

There is also a medicine 'empty green', which has already been tried on extinction.

If she wanted to make such a medicated bath bag in the next life, it would be even more difficult for each pair to be made.

She likes this reward very much, and it is not hot for her to hold it, after all, it is really the result of her hard work.

Mu Qingyun exhaled, was silent for a moment, and reviewed every step he had just taken in his mind.

Killing this monster is not a fluke at every step.

Just walking a dog in a sword formation, no, fishing, uh, walking it like a bullfight, a group of more than 20 disciples, round after round, back and forth, over and over again.

The most terrible thing about this is the erosion of faith.

No matter how you fight, this monster seems to be there, a behemoth, and it can't be beaten at all.

No one knows when they will succeed, or if they will finally lose their lives and become a delicacy in the mouths of monsters.

Fighting patience and confidence, Mu Qingyun didn't know if he could succeed, he grinded all day and all night, and finally killed it before dawn.

Several disciples of the Shi family, sitting or standing, stood beside the monster and wrote hard.

From time to time, the sound of horses' hooves came, and the dark color of the historian could be seen flying in the air.

At the beginning, it was the disciples of their Cloud City Martial Arts Gym, as well as other martial artists, who automatically and spontaneously carried out news transmission and preaching, and in the end, the disciples of the Shi family naturally took over such work.

Inside and outside the city, horses galloped, and they were everywhere.

It seems that seeing these people still running around, people's hearts can settle down a little first.

When Mu Qingyun arrived in this era, he knew that there were so many disciples of the Shi family at this time, and the Shi family had simply penetrated into all aspects of this era.

It is a pity that so many of them have written so many historical materials, and most of them cannot be passed on to future generations.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi sat on the stone steps and rested for a long time before taking someone to dispose of the monster.

Monsters, if left for a long time, will pollute the water and soil, and over time, not to mention that not an inch of grass grows, the creatures living on this land, whether it is people or livestock, will have problems with their bodies.

In the early years, people did not know the habits of monsters, and many people suffered from this.

The sky was bright and drizzling with the wind.

The common people worked tirelessly and came to help, and the whole monster was transported to the incinerator on the edge of the city, digging three feet into the ground, and the blood-stained soil was also stuffed into the furnace and burned.

A group of warriors came to wash the floor again.

Mu Qingyun looked at the scene of the martial artist washing the floor, and refused very much.

A leather mattress is spread on the ground, with rabbit skins and wolf skins, and the warriors either lie down or lie on the mattress, sliding back and forth in circles like skating, and the internal force of the whole body is condensed, constantly hitting the ground.

Mu Qingyun: "......"

It's okay to be a little tired, just practice hard, but this posture, this action, there are a bunch of historians squatting next to them and writing hard.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but hold his forehead and murmured: "The information of the Shi family hasn't been passed down much, won't it be that the warriors will be asked to kill people and burn books." ”

After she had been in contact with the historians for a long time, she found that they were all stubborn, and they still relied on their light skills, followed everywhere, dared to write anything, and shouted at every turn to record everything in the world absolutely objectively.

The problem is that there are always some people, some things, who simply don't want to be written down, let alone passed on to future generations.

Mu Qingyun was embarrassed to say that he didn't go to wash the floor, and while working, he thought of seven or eight ideas to shut up these little rabbit cubs of the Shi family.

Among them are the particularly murderous kind.

In the middle of the day, the clouds dispersed, the drizzle stopped, and the trees on the side of the road seemed to become a little cleaner.

The historian brought the latest news from all over the country, and in general, this small wave of monsters was raging, and it was temporarily suppressed.

The monsters have been wiped out everywhere, and only the work of washing the floor is left in a long stream.

To say that this monster is not easy to kill, it has to be desperate, and it is very dangerous, but the follow-up washing is more important.

In the early years, everyone didn't know that a wave of residual poison could not be cleaned up, and the number of people who died later increased several times compared to that time, and for several years, new monsters appeared from time to time in the place where the monsters died.

The people of the imperial court, and a number of martial arts have studied it carefully, so they have figured out the reason, and the warriors from all over the country have been exhausted for more than a year, and finally cleared the cruelty.

Mu Qingyun moved his waist and retreated to the east wall of the city with the flow of people.

Various wooden sheds have been erected in the open field, and the people are supporting the old and the young, and they are all crowded inside.

Although it was said that the crisis in Cloud City had been resolved, the government had not ordered it, and no one dared to leave.

"Qingqing, give."

Chen Yi yawned, stretched out his two long legs, reached out and took out a small box of jasmine powder and handed it over, "Apply it, it's fragrant." ”

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and looked at his face at the soup bowl in his hand, only a vague shadow, and he couldn't see clearly.

But the tiredness drilled out of the bones, and I couldn't look good when I thought about it.

Chen Yi even seemed to have some gray hair on her sideburns, and she was listless.

Mu Qingyun smiled and stretched out his hand to take it: "When did Senior Sister buy this?" ”

They don't usually wear powder.

Chen Yi put a lot of skin care products in the martial arts hall, such as oil and cream, and put them for several years, and finally went into the trash.

"Now, there's a kid crying there."

Mu Qingyun glanced at Chen Yi's hand, and sure enough, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl with a flower basket in her hand, hiding beside her grandmother and secretly looking here.

"This child is selling incense powder for others, he didn't dare to throw the basket away just now, the incense powder can't be sold, and the grandma at home has no medicine to eat, which is also pitiful."