Silver scales poured out of the Heishui River, and the ochre-red military flag fluttered powerlessly in the soft wind.

Qiu Gong Di Camp.

When the flood stopped, the craftsmen did not have the urgency to hurry up some time ago, and there was a harmonious relaxation in the sun.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard.

The shirtless warrior lowered the stone and looked to the north.

The silhouette of the horse was reflected on the ground, black and white staggered, and for a moment it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a white horse and a black horse.

The water splashed on the iron hooves, the horse jumped into the fence, and Jian Zhongyi, dressed in a cyan official uniform, stopped his horse, turned over and landed, and handed the reins for the groom to lead the horse into the circle.

"Master Jane!"

"Lord Jane is well."

"Lord Jane has worked hard."

The officials on the road greeted respectfully.

When the meaning is simply entered into the account, everyone tacitly gathers in pairs.

"Lord Jian is really righteous, donating 8,000 taels of silver, not to mention, he goes out before dawn every day, helps to settle the people, provides disaster relief and porridge, and returns after dark, he is really a model for my generation."

The guy who cooked was puzzled: "Isn't Jianzhi County Pingyang County?" Why did you come to our Huazhu County to suffer? ”

"What do you know? Pingyang County becomes Pingyang Mansion, sooner or later, Huaiyin Mansion will not care about the big water in Huazhu County? A truth! ”

"According to me, Lord Jane is selfless in his heart and has a great heart of righteousness, and in the face of the flood, how can he be indifferent to the people in distress?"

The groom who led the horse came back from the horse pen, saw everyone discussing, and interjected: "Hey, have you found it, say hello before, Lord Jane will respond, but today Lord Jian frowned and was worried, could it be that he was in a bad mood?" ”

"Is there one?"

"Don't say it, it's true, it's not dark today, Lord Jane will come back early......"

"If you encounter any difficulties, I hope that Master Jian can get through it smoothly."

Inside the account.

The sunlight shines through the tarpaulin, seeping out a hazy yellow light.

Jian Zhongyi sat down at the back of the desk, loosened his clothes, and took out a transparent jade bowl inlaid with gold from his arms.

Inside the Dharma bowl, the black mist was tangled and entangled, revealing a pure and clear evil.

However, no matter how Jian Zhongyi induces the Dharma bowl, the black qi is all in the form of mist, and there is not the slightest condensation of the fog into wisps.

"Quality is not measurable...... How so? ”

According to the plan, this time in Huazhu County, at least one or even two wisps of "bad luck" can be gathered.

Unexpectedly, now that the flood waters have receded, the progress has reached three-quarters of the way through the search and adoption, and it is difficult to achieve anything.

Jian Zhongyi's eyebrows were twisted into the word "several".

Meat eaters are brave and fierce, grain eaters are wise and skillful, and gas eaters are gods and longevity.

There are three grandmasters in the Jian family, and how to take the road to the grandmaster, Jian Zhongyi is very clear.

If you want to become a grandmaster, in addition to the hole opening of the Xuanguang of the water mill and smelting the hundred scriptures, the most difficult and critical step lies in the "food qi"!

With the support of the long qi of heaven and earth, it is possible to imprint the mastery, evolve the supernatural powers, and take a solid step towards the longevity of three hundred.

However, there are five difficulties with eating gas.

First, it is difficult to find.

All things in heaven and earth, mountains, rivers and rivers have qi, but the qi inside is weak, shallow, traceless, and cannot be extracted and refined at all, only special opportunities, nodes, and time can be found.

Second, it is difficult to collect.

The ethereal air is difficult for ordinary people to capture, and even cannot be seen or touched at all, and can only be stored and collected in a specific container.

Third, it is difficult to eat.

Obtaining qi does not mean that martial artists can absorb and devour it, and for different qi, it is often necessary to provide different "mediums" for guidance, otherwise the flesh cannot touch it.

If you can't touch it, what kind of "food" can you talk about?

Fourth, it is difficult.

Qi and people have a nature, the evil is difficult to be in harmony with the righteous qi, and the righteous is difficult to be in harmony with the evil qi, if the phase is incompatible, the consequences are unpredictable.

Fifth, it is difficult to peace.

There is a distinction between high and low quality, and the higher the quality, the stronger the power of the supernatural power constructed by the grandmaster.

If the following qi practiced supernatural powers and stepped into the realm of a grandmaster, then the ups and downs of the future could almost be foreseen.

I don't know how many heroes and heroes in the world are stumped, and they fall on the road at the age of more than 100.

The Xuanhuang Qi in the court is known as the most righteous and peaceful qi in the world, with almost no phase problems, and a complete set of adoption processes, which are often used to reward meritorious officials.

Therefore, most of the grandmasters came from the imperial court.

Unfortunately, Xuanhuang Qi is only a medium amount of Qi.

Jian Zhongyi knows that his talents are limited, and he is extremely talented compared to ordinary people, and he is the unicorn of the Jian family.

But if compared with the Martial Saint, the gap is comparable to a chasm.

Unable to harvest the superior qi and enter the realm of the grandmaster from a high starting point, Jian Zhongyi's future path can be seen at a glance, just like the ancestors of the three clans.

The treacherous, evil, and strange hidden in the Great Snow Mountain opened an alternative road to heaven for Jian Zhongyi.

It's just that the evil monk thinks highly of himself.

Use, never represents faith.

Where iron is folded 10,000 times, it is not necessarily weaker than good gold.

The skull of a great martial artist has been tempered for thousands of years, and it is not necessarily worse than the innate martial bone, not to mention that it has been immersed in Buddhism for so long, and there is a mystery that it is not enough to be in the outer way.

It's not going to be a Dharma bowl problem.

Could it be that I came too late? Governance is too effective?

Jian Zhongyi stared at the "doom" in the bowl and meditated.

Liang Qu is cautiously exploring the "dead wood in spring" in Zeding, trying to learn more through Zeding.

The glimmer drifted away.

Information continued to pour into his mind one after another, and Liang Qu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Longevity Jiazi, ignoring the realm, whether it is a martial saint or a grandmaster, they are all a Jiazi.

This is a blessing from God.

Coming back from the dead is also true, but not unconditionally.

First of all, the time of death, more than twelve hours, and the resurrection depends on the physical vitality of the resurrected person, the will to live.

If you die for too long, your life is completely cut off, or you have no idea of survival, you can't help the dead wood in spring.

The second is the state of death, which can't be powdered, and it can't stick to that kind of thing, it's useless.

Awesome!

What sublimation favors, Liang Qu is all left behind.

Of course, such good things should be kept as the finale hole cards, which can be used to sublimate the favor.

It's just that no matter whether it is used directly or sublimated, the 10,000 water essence with it is indispensable.

The expenses are getting bigger and bigger.

"The effect of dead wood in spring is so powerful, what about the red qi?"

Liang Qu tried to understand more uses of red qi, and after half a day, he only got one that could be used to sublimate and favor.

It's all qi, and the value of red qi seems to be a completely inconsequential consumable compared to that of dead wood in spring.

It doesn't matter, contentment is always happy!

Liang Qu straightened his back, was full of energy, looked around the great rivers and mountains of Huazhu County, and was extremely open-minded.

No loss, no loss at all!

Huazhu County has been stranded for so long, and a wisp of dead wood returns to its roots in spring!

On the dirt road in the countryside, a group of children held the dead branch "Hui Ming", and the yellow dog followed behind with two sticks and farts in his mouth.

The young men built bungalows with yellow mud, and the old people went up the mountain with sickles to cut grass and feed the cattle and sheep.

Liang Qu believes that it is not only because of his own flat water to drive away the disease.

It's just too late to summarize and review.

Listening to the old man before, it seems that there is a bustle of sacrifice nearby.