Volume 1 Chapter 210 The Rancher, the Sheep, the Dog, the Grass

The three golden suns above the extreme sky have remained unchanged for eternity, and the blazing sun shines down, but many mortals and ordinary people are still working hard in the golden feather treasure flower spirit field, although they are already sweating, they are still full of energy, and they have no intention of stopping to rest for a while.

Gao Laohan carried a small bucket of spiritual spring from the Luo River with his rough big hands, squatted down his rickety body, and poured it on a golden feather treasure flower drop by drop, looking at the golden flower bones that were waiting to be released, Gao Laohan subconsciously grinned, but he didn't even notice that the sweat left behind had completely penetrated the placket of his clothes.

The black shadow obscured the sunlight in front of him, and the old man suddenly felt a lot cooler, put down the small bucket, wiped his sweat, and raised his head blankly.

In front of him was a handsome and noble young man, with a cold expression, wearing a gold and white robe, looking down at himself with his eyes lowered.

There are more than ten men and women behind him respectfully followed, all of them were richly dressed and domineering, and the clothes they were wearing could not see the material at all.

"These spiritual fields nearby, are all yours?" Xu Disheng waved his sleeves slightly, dissipating the momentum that Zhang Haobo, Yuan Qi and the others had inadvertently exuded, and asked.

Gao Laohan instantly relaxed a lot, straightened up, waved his sleeves again to wipe his sweat, and said worriedly: "This adult is from Anxi Prefecture? The Lingtian within a mile radius here does belong to my Gao Laohan, and my Gao Laohan has never violated any state capital's regulations and laws, please be aware of it!"

Obviously, in the eyes of Gao Laohan, only a warrior from the state capital can wear such luxurious clothes and have such a powerful and intimidating momentum.

Xu Disheng's eyes were still lowered, looking at the golden feather treasure flower that had been watered by the old man Gao, and said, "How much harvest can you have in a year?"

"My lord, I have been planting this golden feather treasure flower spirit for more than 20 years, and my work in the town is even more famously fine, and there are more than 200 harvests a year!" As if mentioning what he is good at, the old man Gao even raised his head slightly, and his tone was full of pride.

Nodding slightly, Xu Disheng didn't ask again, but directly brushed his sleeves and turned around and left the Lingtian here.

"Soul Suppression Holy Son, this Anxi Prefecture ...... It's just a big rebellion!" Not far after walking out, Yuan Qi hurriedly stepped forward and said angrily.

"How to go against the law?" Xu Disheng did not stop, but still walked in this vast spiritual field.

Yuan Qi looked at the place where the Anxi Prefecture Mansion was located in the distance, gritted his teeth and said: "First, this old man only has a mere one mile of spiritual field, but he has a harvest of more than 200 golden feather treasure flowers in a year, Anxi Prefecture is so vast, and after ten years of accumulation, how can there be only more than 4,000 of them!?"

Xu Disheng also looked at the direction of Anxi Prefecture in the distance, and said, "What about the second?"

"Second, it's the crime of great rebellion!" As soon as Yuan Qi said this, Zhang Haobo, Chu Luo, Ming Ruoyun and others behind Xu Disheng all looked at each other, as if they hadn't figured out the details yet.

Only He Ziming figured out something, and there was a slight change in his gaze when he looked at Yuan Qi.

Yuan Qi turned his head, looked around with a somewhat smug face, and said, "This old man Gao didn't know about the existence of Shangzong at all......! He also said that this spiritual field belongs to him!"

Quan Hongyu, He Qiwen and others behind him suddenly realized, and their expressions also showed doubts and resentment, this matter is extremely rebellious!

All the state capitals, all the spiritual fields, no matter how small and low the value is, can only belong to the Shangqing Holy Sect!

The mortals in these state capitals, in the eyes of their disciples, were just tools for planting these low-grade spiritual grass and spiritual fruits, and at this time, they dared to take the spiritual field for themselves, and they were so convincing that they could be called bold!

In other state capitals, those mortals, even martial artists, knew about the existence of the Shangqing Holy Sect, but they only referred to them as "Shangzong".

The mortals in Anxi Prefecture didn't even know about the existence of the "Shangzong", and even regarded these spiritual fields of golden feather treasures as private property, and what the Anxi Prefecture Mansion did was shocking.

Ming Ruoyun is extremely intelligent, and he figured out the joints at this moment, but he stepped forward and said: "Holy Son of Soul Suppression, since the two envoys who are guarding here have ordered the Anxi Prefecture Mansion to deceive mortals for more than a hundred years, they must have a deep meaning, if we go to the Anxi Prefecture Mansion first, and then make a conclusion." ”

Obviously, it is not Gao Laohan who thinks so, under the influence of more than 100 years, all the mortals in the Anxi Prefecture Mansion have forgotten the existence of the "Shangzong", and even took these spiritual fields as their own, which is definitely the shadow of the Anxi Prefecture Mansion.

Even the ruling state of Anxi Prefecture is just a puppet, and the appointment and dismissal of the ruling state is completely decided by the envoy who guards here, and there is not much power at all.

Xu Disheng walked along the vast Lingtian all the way, and gradually walked into the nearby towns, and almost every common person he saw along the way was ruddy and smiling; every family was rich in food, clothing, and good health, and the miserable situation of most of the ordinary people in the other state capitals who were starving everywhere was like cloud and mud.

In the past half a day, I have gradually learned that the Anxi Prefecture Government does not charge a spiritual tax on these Golden Feather Treasure Flowers at all, but buys them at a high price!

The things used are gold and silver, and if the amount is large, it will even be settled with spirit stones!

Seeing this situation, whether it was Yuan Qi Quan Hongyu, or Chu Luo Machen and others, they were all stunned, and anger rose in their hearts.

As a member of the Shangqing Holy Sect, no matter what their intentions are, they are the most solid community of interests with the Shangqing Holy Sect, and the interests of the sect cannot be infringed upon by anyone in the slightest!

It's like the owner of the ranch grazing a few lambs in the corner of the ranch at random, and using a dog to graze the sheep, there is abundant grass in this corner, and a stubble can be regenerated after eating up, which is enough to raise the lamb for white and fat, and when the ranch owner remembers, he will come here and take the lamb away.

But one day, the rancher found that the dog not only did not help the lamb to eat grass, but also slaughtered all the lambs, but the grass ate the lambs in turn with the help of the dog!

The grass multiplied wildly, becoming more and more lush and fat, not at all like the grass in other parts of the pasture, waiting to be slaughtered one after another.

When the owner of the ranch remembered the lamb in the corner, the dog took a few remaining sheep bones and sent them, completely taking the owner of the ranch for a fool!

At this time, Xu Disheng and the others are like ranchers, ordinary people are like grass, those spiritual fruits and elixirs are like sheep, and as for Gou Lezhan and Qin Huamao in the Daoji Peak Realm, they are like dogs who carry the Lord!

Everyone was angry, but they couldn't figure out why these two people did this, only Ming Ruoyun's face was strange, looking at these ordinary people living and working in peace and contentment, there was a hint of recognition and approval in the depths of his eyes.