Chapter 381 A Night of Struggle

As He Lingchuan walked along, he found that the more densely forested the mountain was, the more popular it was for others to occupy. The dense branches and leaves could hold more Emperor's Flowing Juice, giving practitioners time and opportunities to collect it.

If the Emperor's Flowing Juice fell directly on the water or mud, it would seep in directly and no one could dig it back.

So even the wild monsters were too lazy to occupy the place where he was now.

This time when he left the city, he set a goal for himself:

Keep a low profile.

Collect as much Emperor's Flowing Juice as possible in a low-key manner.

Now he climbed to the tallest tree nearby, stepped on the highest branch and looked down:

"This is just right."

This Metasequoia tree was 22 feet tall, a head taller than the low hill behind.

Standing on its highest branch, He Lingchuan could overlook the entire lake.

He was waiting.

Waiting for a suitable mountain breeze.

After a while, his sleeves began to flutter up and down.

The wind direction was right.

He Lingchuan took out two eyeball spiders from his arms and threw them to the north and northeast respectively:

"Go."

The two little guys were as light as nothing and were blown away by the strong wind in an instant.

But they left two strands of spider silk behind them, which were entangled on the thick tree branches behind He Lingchuan.

Zhu Erniang's silk was as thin as human hair but stronger than fine steel.

He Lingchuan was not in a hurry and sat down and waited.

About a quarter of an hour later, a strand of silk moved.

This kind of throbbing was completely different from the trembling of the strong wind. He Lingchuan had been with the eyeball spiders for a long time and had some experience. He knew that one of the eyeball spiders had arrived at the destination and was flicking the silk to send a secret signal.

Soon, the other strand of silk also moved.

This step was unexpectedly smooth, and the two eyeball spiders were done:

They were carried by the wind, floating all the way across the lake and arriving at the big tree by the lake.

After adjusting their positions, they wrapped the spider silk.

Next, He Lingchuan collected them again and chose a few more directions to do the same.

About an hour later, the bottom grid of a giant spider web was completed, spanning four acres of water, with a sparse grid.

Eyeball spiders can only do this at most, they are too small to spit out more spider silk.

So, He Lingchuan took out the brocade brocade given by Zhu Erniang from the storage ring, spread them out and spread them on the bottom grid.

At that time, he squeezed ten pieces of brocade from Zhu Erniang, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Ordinary cotton and linen are at most one or two layers, but Zhu Erniang's brocade is different. This ancient monster has always been very solid, and each piece is at least seven layers, and it may be stacked up to ten layers when it is in a good mood.

After He Lingchuan refined the auxiliary medicine in the inn, he temporarily hired a dozen weavers to help him dismantle the brocade, dismantling all the multi-layer brocade into single layers and then splicing them together. Because of the rush, the needlework does not require to be very beautiful, as long as it is strong enough.

If Zhu Erniang saw that her hard work was treated so roughly, she might go crazy on the spot.

Even so, the ten pieces of brocade could not completely cover the lake surface after being unpacked, and only covered most of the center.

But He Lingchuan was already very satisfied.

For the first time, such a giant spider web was hung on Sanxin Lake.

He jumped onto the giant brocade net that had just been laid out, climbed to the center and stood still.

The whole net drooped naturally, with a very gentle arc, and the lowest point was where he stood.

The heart-protecting mirror had been observing his actions, and at this time, it exclaimed, "Wow, you kid, you have laid a big plan."

It saw what He Lingchuan was going to do.

After working so hard until now, the two eyeball spiders were exhausted, lying on the web and sucking the pheasants they had just caught as snacks.

He Lingchuan leaned back, half sitting and half lying, as if he was perched on a giant hammock, looking very comfortable.

But his hands were not idle, he took out a bunch of bamboo chopsticks and sharpened them with a knife.

He bought these from two restaurants next to the hostel for several dollars. The shopkeepers didn't expect that someone would want such second-hand goods.

When He Lingchuan finished cutting the bamboo chopsticks, the west was full of rosy clouds.

He half-lying on the big net of Xuanhu Lake, enjoying the sunset and dinner.

Next to the guesthouse where the Shimen caravan stayed, there was a 30-year-old smoked and stewed pork trotter. The signature dish was the smoked and stewed pig's trotter in his hand. After tearing off the black skin, there was a snow-white trotter flower inside, which was fat but not greasy, crispy but not rotten, with just the right amount of fireworks and chewy.

The staple food was two large bowls of brown sugar rice cakes, and half a pot of sweet and sour green plum wine.

He Lingchuan ate comfortably, patted his belly and stretched.

He had to be on guard at night, so he had to eat more.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he said to the heart mirror: "Lend me your evil ghost."

"Okay." What could it say no to?

He Lingchuan flicked the mirror, and three black smokes jumped out of the mirror and went to the nearby woods.

After the sun set, three black shadows jumped out of the woods and jumped onto the web along the spider silk.

These were three big blue-faced macaques with oily hair. When they stood upright, they were almost as tall as an adult. The mountain people also called them mandrills.

He Lingchuan did not stand up to stop them. He could clearly see that the three evil spirits released by the soul-catching mirror were attached to the mandrills.

He threw the leftover food and pork bones over.

The mandrills took them in their hands and chewed them happily.

With them standing guard, He Lingchuan put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes to rest.

The spider web was very light, swaying gently with the night wind, like a cradle, and he soon fell into a doze.

Time passed slowly, and the mountain lake at night was shrouded in bright moonlight. The forest birds occasionally made noises and stumbled, but they soon became calm.

The wind picked up, but then subsided.

I don’t know how long it took, but the surrounding fields suddenly fell silent, like the calm before the storm.

He Lingchuan felt something in his heart and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

coming.

It started to rain in the sky, first with stars, and then with denser wisps of rain.

He Lingchuan stretched out his hand, and a raindrop fell on his palm. It was light green, slightly thick, and had a strange fragrance that penetrated into the soul and aroused enthusiasm.

This time, the forecast from Lingxu City was extremely accurate——

The Emperor's Liquid has arrived!

He Lingchuan put his tongue on the roof of his mouth, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, trying hard to suppress the greed in his heart, expand his spiritual thoughts, and be on strict alert.

Just like last time, the creatures in the mountain forest became frantic, and even the lake below began to churn.

This time, the rain of the emperor's slurry was more intensive, and the fragrance was naturally more intense, enough to drive the unintelligent creatures into ecstasy.

They were collecting Emperor Ooze everywhere, but He Lingchuan didn't need to be as busy as they were, he just had to stand still.

The Imperial Liquid Rain is a liquid, and when it drops on the cloud brocade, it will naturally flow down along the spider silk. That is, it will gather from all directions and flow all the way to the lowest point——

That is, He Lingchuan's feet.

He hung a bucket here and held it safely.

After experiencing an explosion of Imperial Liquid Serum in reality and in dreams, He Lingchuan found some clues. If you want to occupy more of the Emperor's Liquid, there are only two principles:

Maximum area, minimum time.

That's why the major forces in Fuxin City and the Panlong City officials in the dream world want to occupy the mountains and fields in the suburbs, that is, occupying area.

Rain slurry must also be collected in the shortest possible time.

After all, this thing burrowed into the ground and escaped as soon as it hit the ground.

When daybreak comes, it will also evaporate and disappear.

When He Lingchuan weaved such a large net, it was equivalent to covering most of the emperor's liquid on the lake, and he didn't have to collect it himself. Although the floor space is not as good as those of Fufeng City, it is more efficient and operable.

This is how spiders usually collect clean dew. He had observed it frequently in the Devil's Nest Swamp. He had an idea a few days ago and came up with this funnel-shaped automatic collector.

Gu Xingjing sighed with envy: "It's a pity that I have no hands and feet, so I can't get a share of the pie."

He Lingchuan saw through its pretentiousness at a glance: "If you protect the law well for me, it may benefit you."

The mirror shook: "Seriously?"

"Have I lied to you?"

No? The mirror didn't have time to think about it, because He Lingchuan said solemnly: "Be careful, the robbers are coming." After that, he took out the Nuo opera mask and put it on his face.

Now, he just wants to be a person who hides his head and shows his tail.

In fact, the fish in the lake were also bewitched by the imperial liquid on the spider web, and kept jumping out of the water. Unfortunately, none of them had the potential to leap over the dragon's gate. Only then did He Lingchuan realize that the fish in the lake were not small. The longest one was over seven feet long, with scales all over its body black and gold-tinged, and two long whiskers at the corners of its mouth.

The ones in the water can't come up, which is easy to handle, but the robbers in the air are also attracted.

In the mountain forest, birds and beasts of all kinds have been fighting fiercely for a long time, and the strange fragrance on the large net on the lake attracts them to change their targets.

Dozens of birds came first, and regardless of whether their eyesight was good or not, they pounced on the net and licked the liquid on the spider silk.

He Lingchuan had been whittling the bamboo chopsticks for more than an hour, and now he used them as flying knives, shooting them out one by one.

His shooting accuracy is already very good, and these guys don't have much ability to dodge, so they hit every shot.

The mandrills controlled by the three evil spirits also joined the battle, and at the same time they pulled out the bamboo chopsticks and returned them to He Lingchuan for recycling.

He Lingchuan ordered them to throw the bird carcasses into the nearby woods or on the ground. The feathers of these things were stained with a little imperial ooze, and they soon became new targets for other birds and beasts to compete for, diverting the pressure from the spider webs.

As for other moths, butterflies, ants, etc., they were too small, so He Lingchuan could only turn a blind eye, and this matter could not be perfect.

It was also Xia Pei who was taken away by Zhu Erniang, otherwise these creatures would not be able to escape.

The bucket hanging below the spider web was soon half full.

The harvest in this one hour alone was about five or six times greater than the previous entire night's total. Even though the amount of rain in Emperor's Liquid Slurry was heavier today, the key point still lies in the proper way he collected it.

There were birds that wanted to grab the bucket, but he paid close attention to them, and they screamed and fell into the lake.

He was even so extravagant that he dipped a little bit of Emperor's Liquid into it and applied it directly to the cracks in the breast shield.

This is called equal exposure to rain and dew.

The mirror screamed, full of joy.

The imperial slurry in the barrel was very thick, and the cracks on the mirror surface that had been cut by the Fusheng knife were slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He Lingchuan didn't have time to look at it twice. He himself was very busy. There were too many robbers, and it was difficult for him to fight with four hands.