The sun rises as usual, and it's a new day.

"Senior brother, what are you asking them to do these things for?" Xie Baoqin leaned on me softly and rubbed her little face against my shoulder.

Maybe this is how the little girl expresses her love.

In front of me was a large table, filled with all sorts of notes, from the retainers and samurai chieftains below. There are things about the progress of sorting out the ruins of the small city, there are the consumption and replenishment of various materials in the warehouse, there are the cases of sick and dead people flowing back and forth below, there are the recovery of the sick numbers in the flying cloud boat, there are the activities of the Qi cultivators, there are the reports of the four collections of materials, there are the transactions and negotiations and communication and cooperation with all the forces in Lianyun City, and there are the investigations of the surrounding areas, many of them. But I'm just looking at it, the specific disposition and operation, I have all handed over to the retainers headed by Hu Yunniang.

So, what am I doing?

That's a good question. In fact, I've been thinking about this for a long time.

"Senior sister, what do you say, what is the most important thing for me in this water viewing city now?" I grabbed the little girl and held it in my arms. It's soft, like a cat.

"Eat?" the little girl pointed a finger on her face, tilting her head, a little sure and a little hesitant.

"Xiaotong, what do you say?" I turned to the side and asked Shen Xiaotong, who was sorting out the paperwork beside me.

She sat up a little straighter, straightened her chest, and a shape bulged out, and the fingers of the hateful little girl poked at me inexplicably.

"Uncle Shi, I think the most important thing is what do you mean, Uncle Shi? Does Uncle Shi want to leave? Or do you want to stay? Now the people below have everything to say, and a few samurai led people away in the morning. Shen Xiaotong's face was very gloomy.

I smiled, knowing what she meant. Those few samurai who ran away probably thought that the world had collapsed, and they were all going to die in the end anyway, so it was better to be the last to wave. It's a pity that since they have already followed me, I naturally will not allow anyone to betray me. This is a matter of principle. So the samurai, along with the thirty or so homeless people who had fled with them, were caught by the monks who were stepping on the flying swords and locked up in the sun after leaving the camp without permission for an hour.

I didn't use torture, I just had a simple standing cage and let them stand at the gate of the town. If I want to mess with them, a lot of horrific punishments can be used, and it is okay to make them kneel down and sing conquest as soon as possible, but why bother.

"I think the most important thing right now should be your cultivation, Senior Brother Guanshui. Pan Ha Ying stopped writing and said very seriously:

"The people outside didn't know that Patriarch Yaoqin had left, so they had high hopes for Senior Brother Chen Guanshui. Those foundation-building monks in Lianyun City actually let us leave for the sake of Patriarch Yaoqin. Otherwise, we would have been swallowed up by them. Those uncles from Lianyun Peak's local background are said to have been stripped of their authority and affiliation now. And those Qi cultivators below us and those warriors outside, although they don't know the existence of Yaoqin Patriarch, but Senior Brother Guanshui has come all the way to open mountains, kill monsters, and kill a bloody path, all of which they have seen in their eyes. Presumably they also think that Senior Brother Guanshui, what kind of advanced background do you have behind you, so you have a powerful magic weapon, the flying sword. Otherwise, just a young man like Senior Brother Guanshui, who has just built a foundation, would not have the prestige he has now. So I think that maybe in the next few days, something may happen, and Senior Brother Guanshui needs to take action to suppress people's hearts. ”

Pan Hagi Ying said very seriously.

I just laughed it off. Really, when I relied on the sword weapon magic weapon of the peak realm of "Lin Nineteen" all the way to achieve such a record?

I didn't care about her, and the problem of my combat strength is not something that can be explained clearly by opening my mouth. In the past ten days of fighting, I have truly let go of all restraints and wantonly used the various functions of the Golden Finger Space, so that I can realize how much I can do and how many problems I have hidden on the path of cultivation. But if you really do it, how much fruit will you receive.

To be honest, in this world, cultivation is sometimes unreasonable.

"Alright, you guys go down and help me find these monks and get this matter done. As for me, you don't have to worry about it. ”

Really, you don't need to worry about it. The big deal is to find an enemy that is deterrent enough and shocking enough, and kill it.

"Senior brother, what do you want so much steel for?" Liu Xiaoqin pinched the note I threw at her, her little face wrinkled.

"You just have to do it first. ”

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What kind of position does a cultivator have for this world?

Is it a transcendent, a ruler, a marauder, a parasite, a civilization inheritor, a saboteur, a war starter, a tyrant, a famous doctor, a god, a demon, an evil ghost, an immortal, a martial artist, a slave owner?

I stood on the bow of the Flying Cloud Boat and watched the crowds of people coming and going in the ruined city below. Under the flying cloud boat, there are a lot of very unusual things happening.

Like what.

More than a hundred mortal men formed a team, led by five samurai, standing next to a ruin. As far as you can see, this ruin turned out to be a stone castle inhabited by a certain mortal family. The broken parts, the painted on the rubble, and the scattered silk and satin all show that the family was once wealthy.

"The Great Grabber" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy stood in front of the samurai, and the middle two shouted out the spell he wanted to use in a heavy breath.

There was a long scroll floating in front of the young man, and he stepped on a magic carpet under his feet, concentrating his energy, and pinching out handprints one by one according to the words on the scroll. The seal comes out of the heart, the qi moves from the seal, the talisman is born with the qi, and the technique comes from the talisman. Slowly, a large cloud of cyan aerosol-like spell energy formed on top of the boy's head, and then slowly turned into a large five-fingered hand. The young mana's mana was squeezed out little by little, extracted, and the big hand slowly grew larger, until it became a behemoth the size of an acre.

Then it slowly landed, slowly closed, slowly grabbed the full amount of dirt and rubble, slowly lifted it, slowly moved to the side, landed on a huge bucket truck, and "brushed" it to release.

"Whew, it's finally time to show it. I'm bored, you come. The boy was tired like a dead dog, but he cheered and jumped, not embarrassed at all, beckoned another teenager next to him to take his place, and continued to release the big grappler to clean up the ruins in front of him.

"Grandpa, how is it? How about the spell that the city lord gave me? As long as I continue to cultivate, one day I will be like the city lord. "The young man stood in front of the samurai leader, raised his head and drank the medicinal tea that the old man had deliberately warmed, slapped his chest, and faced me, impassionedly.

"Well, Yun'er, you did a very good job today, and the hope of our Geng family lies in you and Liang'er. You follow the city lord, and you must learn it carefully for me. Don't look at the city lord who is two or three years younger than you, but his talent and wisdom are ten or a hundred times greater. The old man waited for the young man to finish drinking the tea, calmed his breath, and then said seriously.

"Grandpa, I understand everything you said. ”

That young man also successfully cast the spell now, condensed a big green hand that was an acre of size, grabbed a large cloud of gravel and sand on the ground, and threw it into the huge and strange bucket truck.

More than a dozen magic circles in the bucket cart were launched in a row, and various components in the gravel and sediment were screened out. Stones, dirt, broken wood, metal, bones, food, all sorts of things, fell out of the different holes and were picked up by the mortal men below.

On a flat piece of land outside the city walls, a large magic furnace had been built.