In the past few days, Murong Zhi's body has still recovered slowly, after all, half of the essence has been lost, and even if it is not lightly damaged to the foundation building realm.

Fortunately, with two miscellaneous spirit beasts, she didn't have to worry about mundane affairs, and she was able to breathe and recuperate with peace of mind—I judged that even if we had plenty of elixirs on hand, it would take at least half a year for her to recover.

Most of the exercises we collected were mixed, most of the precepts collected from the Jindan cultivators were supernatural powers used to defeat the enemy, which the cultivation world called "techniques", and the rest of the cultivation methods were not very clever, similar to our family inheritance of the third-level Dharma difference - the part of the body training was far inferior to the oral teaching of our heart by our father, who was a Jindan martial artist, and the part of the cultivation of the Yin God that we cared about was vague.

Cultivators usually recite the key know-how of Fa cultivation in their hearts, leaving only a general framework in the text, with tangible remains but no essence. If he is an accomplished cultivator, he may be able to bypass the situation if he stands at the peak of his cultivation and looks down. Those of us who are half-footed on the threshold of cultivation, and half-footed outside the door of cultivation, are at a loss for the whimsical graphic skills.

-- Cultivation is something that needs to be passed on by a teacher. In the thousands of years of Xiuzhen history, countless supreme figures have exchanged their wisdom and lives for experience and paths, and they cannot be crossed by individual figures with limited time and hard work.

Practicing his father's exercises to the top, he is only a Jindan martial artist, of course, it is not difficult to maintain health and prolong life, but after all, he is not a complete cultivator.

The era of martial arts has declined, and fists alone cannot do much in the world.

In addition, there is no way to remove Murong Zhi's delusion in the martial arts.

I'm going to learn something more profound.

She also longed in her heart to master a powerful supernatural power like my Heavenly Thunder Method.

Finally, we found a set of exercise books in Ren Pingchao's library, and broke the idea attached to it, which turned out to be a cultivation method called "Autumn Water Chapter".

In the preface, it is said that this unfinished cultivation method of Ren Pingchao was created by him, claiming that it was the second-level method of Canghai derived from the first-level method of the Xingzong Enlightenment, and it was written to teach his disciples, and the oral method of teaching the mind that should have been hidden was also written on the classics without any scruples.

We rejected his inheritance, but by mistake, the merit of Ren Pingchao's inheritance fell into our hands again.

"Although this exercise is not complete. But at least it pointed out the path for us, our exercises are all derived from the Star Sect, and if we cultivate the Yin God according to the above steps, the general direction will not be wrong. ”

Murong Zhi said reluctantly.

Everyone knows that even if the general direction is good, if you carry a fight in a small place during practice, it will delay your entry for decades, or you will fall into a broken body and die violently.

"Forget it, let's cross the river by touching the stones. I muttered.

"I thought so too. She seconded.

I plan to combine my father's martial arts of refining the body and the trick of refining the Yin God in the "Autumn Water Chapter" as my own method, and the other magical powers used are pieced together from the merits of those golden pills - anyway, the general outline of the Heavenly Thunder Law is my most handy attack method, and I don't look down on other third-rate thunder methods, but I want to learn some small techniques such as Tengyun, Imperial Sword, and Escape Method.

But -- that's a matter of postponement.

After taking care of Murong Zhi for three days and burning the "Autumn Water Chapter" that we had all memorized in our hearts, I returned to the valley outside in the middle of the night of October 14.

I was used to breathing the aura of the cave, and the bloody wind in the valley outside made my throat itch a little hoarse for a while.

After four or five days of being out of here, the scenery has changed a lot.

The sky was cloudy, the rain was falling endlessly, and a lake had formed in the valley, and the water level of the lake was still rising, and in a few hours I saw that the water level would be level with the prison where blood was kept.

Countless grasshopper-like boats were busy on the lake, and indigenous laborers were carrying stones to build the altar as high as possible, and a chain of floating boats were set up on the lake. The freezing rain of the harsh winter sometimes falls on the hands of the laborers who are not well protected, and the fingers immediately freeze and fall into the depths of the lake.

The annual blood sacrifice is their most sacred sacrifice, and no matter how much wind and rain and hardship there are, the blood sacrifice will not stop.

It's a pity that they don't need to spend so much cost and sacrifice, the dust eaters and Ren Pingchao have already disappeared into the world, and the gods have long since ceased to exist. Tomorrow's blood sacrifice is the end of its 500-year history.

Wearing the mask of a passerby, I am invisible among the natives. It didn't take much effort for me to find Wang Qitai.

"We've killed the dust eaters. ”

His face changed to that of the guard of Aung San Suu Sin, an elder of the Aung San tribe, and he calmly led me into a secret place to deliberate.

"Very good, I'm glad you came back safely. Where's Xiao Zhi?"

"She was recuperating from her injuries...... Well, the Falling Star Cave Heaven has been attributed to us, and the Cardinal Formation is also in our hands. ”

I hesitated for a moment, but I still explained to Wang Qitai that Murong and I had possession of the cave mansion. If there is a land deed in the Falling Star Cave, it should say that Murong Zhi and I are on it, and if the elders of Shunshui Town fight for land with us, they will be at a loss.

I stared at Wang Qitai, waiting for his reply, assuming that he showed the slightest dissatisfaction, and I could only be wary of him in the future.

Wang Qitai was taken aback, and said quickly,

"You must have encountered great danger, and you have overcome the storms of life and death to start the cave, I didn't expect you to do so well. Rest assured, the cave house is yours, Shunshui Town coexists and prospers with you, and you will not have any other thoughts about your cave mansion - ah, in fact, the result of the discussion between the royal patriarch and us is also after his death, you will take over the position of the mayor of Shunshui Town, for the benefit of everyone. You are our mayor in the future, how can the townspeople calculate the mayor's property?"

"I ...... I don't really know how to ...... for everyone. Benefit. What did you say about being mayor too suddenly......"

It was only with great difficulty that I managed to squeeze out the word "benefit" between my teeth.

I have just turned 16 and I don't know how to manage more than 100,000 people, how can I be the mayor of the town? If I am asked to be a robber leader, I have seen this since I was a child, it is nothing more than robbing money and women, and I want to take care of the food, clothing and enjoyment of more than 100,000 people.

Make...... Fu - I will not benefit Lao Tzu!

"This doesn't matter, in troubled times, there is force and magic to protect the health of one party. Your potential is the highest in our town, and your strength is one of the few on the island, and you have a flexible brain, and you can learn military and civilian affairs quickly. Nature is the best fit for you. I will help you if you don't understand, and the best soldiers in the army are full of praise for you, and they can cooperate well with you. Xiao Zhi is so smart, she must be able to be your good helper. ”

Wang Qitai smiled as he spoke.

I thought to myself, since I was only responsible for fighting, it shouldn't be a big problem. Anyway, Murong Zhi and Wang Qitai are both people who know the way of governance, so they can teach them the troublesome things.

"Then you're welcome. But let's kill Aung San Baoyan first. Well, we have found a lot of spiritual veins and spiritual fields in the cave, and when the natives are subdued, the townspeople of Shunshui can also go inside to mine spiritual stones and plant spiritual medicines, which is much better than outside. ”

"Our original plan was to seize the resources of the North Island. Xiaokong, you are so kind, I thank you on behalf of the whole town. ”

My gaze shifted to the high altar in the valley.

Aung San Bao Yan sat on it in silence, like an immovable reef in a stormy sea.

"How many days has he been like this?" I asked.

"From the time you entered the tunnel to kill the insects, he sat on the altar and did not move for five days. Wang Qitai said, "Actually, he was restrained by the old patriarch. ”

"Oh?"

"The old patriarch has come to the valley and faintly released his murderous aura. Aung San Bao Yan sensed a cunzi that was not inferior to his own warrior, but he couldn't be sure where he was. He believed that the old patriarch must have come for the blood sacrifice, so he had to guard the altar for the past few days and did not dare to make any changes. ”

My heart moved--Is it because Wang Xiangfu has restrained Aung San Baoyan in the valley that we can calmly obtain the cave mansion?

I was looking at the ground and my mind was a little confused.

"Ah, Elder Wang, I also brought out a little Soldier Avoidance Talisman, Strength Talisman and Ghost Talisman, which can temporarily improve the strength of the generals. ”

"You've gained so much. Since the formation is also mastered by Xiao Zhi, my wooden cow has to be used in other places. ”

I followed Wang Qitai's instructions and saw the huge wooden ox on the chain pontoon as a gift, and I couldn't guess how Wang Qitai was going to use it.

"According to intelligence, the storm ring outside the island has also disappeared. Count the time at the same time as the moment you opened the cave. The storm turned into rain and fell, and I hope that when the rain is over, we can also kill the treasure flame and let the natives return to their hearts. ”

......

On October 15, it was very cold.

The rain shows no sign of stopping, but the indigenous labor has saved a lot of trouble. Freezing rain falls on the surface of the lake and condenses directly into ice. They erected tents on the ice for the indigenous elders and nobles.

Xueren and the two hundred and fifty elites who pretended to surrender were dressed in white mourning clothes and crammed into the shortest of the sheds.

The door of the bloody prison opened, and inside were godless virgins and two hundred and fifty captured Chinese elites.

The valleys on both sides of the north and south were patrolled by indigenous samurai, who barely managed to pose as if they were unmoved by the harsh weather, but I could sense their qi clearly. The bad weather and the nervousness of the mood tightened their spirits, and if there was any big accident, many people would definitely fall to the ground.

Under a large canopy, Aung San Blaze sat like a king in the middle of the altar,

The mountain of arbors stood at his side and presided over the ceremony.

The sorcerer chanted incomprehensible incantations and danced inexplicably. Little by little, it was approaching noon, and there was another item, which was the time for the dust-eating insects to come out.

Xueren led the surrendered 250 Chinese warriors out of the shed in the cold rain, and behind him Lu Kewu and Yuan Yuan carried a coffin - this is a surrender program: Xueren should be able to grovel and recite the surrender table, and then shout kind words like death for himself and his people. As long as Aung San Baoyan ordered the coffin to be burned, it meant that Shunshui Town had completely become a slave who was exempted from the death penalty by the Aung San tribe.

“...... I wish King Aung San a long life and a capital crime. ”

Trembling in the freezing rain, Hakin finished reading the table, and the mountain of arbors laughed and said to Aung San Baoyan.

"I heard that this is also the etiquette of your emperor of Middle-earth when he accepts the surrender of foreign people. Great Elder, your prestige is comparable to that of the Emperor of the Central Plains!"

"Yes, the Chinese people often say that their emperor is the son of heaven, and I think the great elder is the true son of the god. It was born from the gods and united the three of us. ”

"Recently, the storm that surrounded our island disappeared. Is it the decree of the gods that we should go to sea and conquer the tribes outside?"

"Ha, the Great Elder has God-given force, what character in the outside world can block his punch!"

"Well, I think it's better to merge the three of us into one, and serve the Great Elder Aung San as the king, and in the future, our three departments will be called Aung San Kingdom!"

"Great Elder Bong Aung San is king!"

"Establish the Kingdom of Aung San!"

A few elders attached to Aung San flattered each other.

Dressed as Aung San Suu Sin Guards, I couldn't help but laugh when I heard their ridiculous remarks like toads sitting in a well and watching the sky.

I didn't want to laugh, but it would make my stomach hurt like this, and I didn't have a good image of bending over or rolling around, so I just laughed out loud.

"Aung San Suu Sing, how do you control your own guards, we are talking about such strict things, how can he be so frivolous and rude!"

Aung San Suu Sung wanted to stop me from leaving, but Wang Qitai made a look, and he sighed helplessly.

I stood up and tore off my mask, and everyone saw my face.

"The so-called blood sacrifice is simply a ceremony for the dust eaters to choose rations for themselves. There are no bastard mountain gods and celestial gods at all. It's almost noon now, and you know why the bullshit mountain god hasn't come out yet!

Five or six samurai came up to pull me off, and I broke their knees with intervals of breath.

I threw the carcasses of the dust-eating insects out of the ring one by one.

Then I repeated it to all the people in the valley through the rain curtain with the lion's roar, and in the indigenous language that I was not yet proficient in.

"It's this kind of monster that has eaten hundreds of thousands of you in five hundred years!"

"That celestial god is actually a cultivator in the cave. I am now the new owner of the cave, if you still want to worship the gods stupidly, come and worship me!"

The sharp gaze of the mountain of arbors pierced my face,

"Bastard, where did you come from, you Chinese! What disgusting thing you threw in your hands, don't desecrate our holy scriptures. Aung San Suu Sin, have you colluded with the Chinese people! This little madman actually says that he is a god, and the god is so noble, where do you deserve to carry his shoes!"

Countless poisonous arrows from the indigenous warriors of the valley were aimed at me.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this kid is right! It is our Aung San tribe who has deceived everyone! The so-called mountain god is this disgusting worm. My nephew, Aung San Bao Yan, colluded with the monsters to gain power over the tribe. Who here have descendants and family members who have not been eaten by monsters! This young man is not a madman, he is a great hero who got rid of monsters for our three tribes! You have to keep your eyes open! Ask your heart!"

Aung San Suu Sin angrily struck his scepter and rebuked the mountain of trees.

Some people in the greenhouse began to stir,

"Great Elder, it's noon now, why hasn't the mountain god arrived yet?"

"The mountain god is ferocious, it turns out to be this kind of thing!"

Arbor Mountain snorted and stepped towards me, "Evil words confuse the people!"

He drew his bone sword, and I recognized it as the skeleton of the Jindan cultivator - this guy already knew the truth, and he was also an accomplice of Aung San Bao Yan.

"One move to kill you. ”

I say.

I walked past him.

His head was cut off with a single blow of my electric knife.

"I remember, you were the little kid who stared at me at sea that day". The head who fell to the ground said his last words.

All the qi of my foundation building peak is released,

"Aung San Baoyan, say a word, if you don't say it, give me death!"

My sonic spear with the Wind Charm on it hurls at him.