Chapter 127 The King

(The previous chapter was changed. The Queen of Demons became the Lord of Demons, and the heir of the Demon Sect is a man.)

Ding County, Xie Family.

No. B Spiritual Garden.

There are dozens of spiritual herbs planted here, with a total of thirty acres of spiritual fields. It doesn't look like much. In fact, some small families may not have ten acres of spiritual fields, and the Xie family has two such spiritual gardens.

In twenty years, the ancestor of the Xie family was at his peak, breaking through to the late stage, one step away from the golden elixir, and suddenly became one of the big families in Xuanjing Mountain.

Xie Lang stood in the middle of the field, pinching his fingers, and a series of green lights sank into the land, and the tender buds of plants slowly grew on the ground.

Although he is over 40 years old, Xie Lang is not old at all, his skin is as white as jade, like a living immortal.

This is a sign of the great success of the Pure and Quiet Art.

There is a characteristic of the low-level world, that is, it is good at making a dojo in a snail shell. Because the level of the skills is not high, they focus on the same skills and spells until it becomes the most suitable, most labor-saving, and most cost-effective skills.

The people in the Mirror World are different. The level of the Mirror World is too high, and there is basically no upper limit, so the early skills are basically transitional, and there are few cases where more than ten generations have been studying a low-level skill.

Therefore, the low-level skills in the low-level world are still good. After the Qingjing Jue was perfected, Xie Lang's cultivation speed was much faster.

The spells awakened by insects absorbing spiritual energy are also unexpectedly practical. The awakened spells are wood-based spells, which makes it easier for him to practice and manage the spiritual garden.

Xie Lang released spells to promote the growth of plants, and then sprinkled a kind of stone powder on the ground.

This is the secret of the rapid growth of spiritual objects.

"Okay." Xie Lang exhaled a turbid breath.

At this time, a woman in a water-green long skirt appeared nearby.

"Xiang Ling, why are you here?" Xie Lang showed a handsome smile and went forward to hug the woman.

This is his third Taoist partner. The first time they met was in the ghost market. Hong Xiangling was chased and killed, and he rescued her, so the two met.

The only Taoist companion who has entered the Qi training stage, and is at the seventh level of Qi training, which is similar to his own.

The first wife is his maid, and the second wife is his cousin who has had a crush on him since childhood.

"My dear, I came to see you."

"I have something important to do. By the way, have you sold all the things?"

Yiyuan implements the tax-sharing system. As long as the things handed in are enough, whatever is left is yours.

Most of the people before lost money, and only Xie Lang got a bargain.

"All the things have been sold." Hong Xiangling handed Xie Lang a storage bag, "My dear, where did you get these materials?"

"It's not the right time now. It's not that I don't trust you, but the time is not right. Be good."

Xie Lang touched Hong Xiangling's head domineeringly.

"My dear, I'll go back first." Hong Xiangling said shyly.

"Wait, I have a question."

"What?"

"What is your relationship with the main vein of Xuanjing Mountain, the Hong family?" Xie Lang suddenly asked.

He went to Xuanjing Mountain a few days ago.

Xuanjing Mountain is a sect with a Jindan ancestor. The ancestors of the Xie family were originally from Xuanjing Mountain. Most of the Xie family geniuses will be sent to Xuanjing Mountain for further study.

The children of the Hong family had a dispute with him, and the two agreed to fight a life-and-death duel in a year.

"It doesn't matter, husband, are you worried about Hong Xuan..."

"Hehe, how is it possible? You know my husband's strength. He is building a foundation, so what? In ten days, wait... I must make him look good."

"That's good, I'm relieved."

Hong Xiangling turned and left, and her affectionate eyes suddenly became cold and ruthless.

Hong Xiangling returned to her residence and closed the doors and windows.

"Mirror... Why can't it be mine? If I get the mirror, then there will be hope for revenge, right?"

Hong Xiangling's eyes showed a trace of resentment.

This scene was seen by Xu Xuan.

"Tsk tsk, it's just as expected." Xu Xuan smiled.

Since changing the host, he rarely pays attention to the things over there, mainly because this kid plays too much and looks a bit hot.

This guy has six wives in total.

There are maids, merchants, officials, widows, casual cultivators, and relatives, but Xu Xuan believes that this guy will definitely fail.

The reason is that he has the "novel protagonist" mentality, which is a definition Xu Xuan came up with himself.

The protagonist often believes that others' loyalty will always be loyal, women's admiration will always be admiration, and they can accept other women for him.

Xu Xuan has seen a lot of open and secret struggles in recent years.

"Really not as good as me."

Xu Xuan has always been very cautious. No matter how much trust he has, it is still very important to be on guard.

Even the closest people can be tempted by external reasons.

Xu Yong also admitted that he had thoughts about immortality and coveted his secrets.

Especially when the hero is in his twilight years, his power and reputation have reached the peak, and his life is about to come to an end, this desire becomes stronger.

He wanted to mobilize hundreds of cannons to blow up Zhongnan Mountain, but he finally restrained his desire.

"Should I tell this person?" Xu Xuan thought, "Forget it, I wish you good luck."

If he helped once, there would be a second time, so he was too lazy to pay attention to this person.

It would be quite fresh to change to a more vicious female host.

Coming back to his senses.

In Wutong Cave, the flames of the alchemy furnace were strong.

The indoor temperature was extremely high, but fortunately Xu Xuan was immune to cold and heat, so he didn't have to worry about the high temperature.

There was a bottle of blood next to him, which was the blood of a dragon.

At present, Xu Xuan was only more proficient in dragon blood and giant crocodile blood.

A group of transparent butterflies were floating outside the thatched cottage.

This was refining the blood pill.

As for the blood of the fire-eyed golden monkey, he would refine it again when he got a little feel back.

After all, this thing was very precious, and the blood pill was the highest technology on his side, with a very low success rate. If it was wasted, it would be gone.

When Xu Xuan was refining the pill.

The outside world was also changing.

Taoism was entrenched in the fertile land of Guanzhong, with Chencang as the center and spreading to the surrounding areas.

Even many people abandoned their fields and joined them.

At the junction of Chencang County and Tianshui.

A porridge shed was built here, and there was a medicine shed next to it for free treatment. People lined up to receive food.

"Come one by one, come one by one! Do you hear me?" Soldiers patrolled with wooden sticks, and several ragged men were lying on the ground.

At the medicine shed, Lu Jing, Sun Simiao and a group of disciples were treating people.

This is an important part of Taoist preaching, curing diseases and saving lives.

Even the great immortals must set a good example and visit patients twice a month.

Sun Simiao did not take action on the side, but pointed out some key points from time to time to Lu Jing.

"Wrong, the appearance is wind and cold, but look at his eyes, the lesion is actually in the liver."

The process of seeing a doctor is very fast. If it is a common disease, go directly to the big pot next to it to get medicine.

For difficult and complicated diseases, Taiyi silver needle method is used, and the lesion can be completely eradicated with internal force.

Of course, the two of them did not take action all the time. If the disciples next to them did not know how to do it, they would pass it to themselves.

The two of them started chatting.

"Guanlong is a place that must be fought for by military strategists. There may be a lot of trouble in the future." Sun Simiao said.

"Whoever he is, kill him if he comes." Lu Jing looked weak, but her words were full of murderous intent.

"By the way, some people said a few days ago that our thousand kilograms of grain appeared in Shu."

"Grain doesn't matter. We didn't want to hide it."

"Aren't you afraid of aiding the enemy?" Sun Simiao smiled. In troubled times, food is definitely the first priority. Sometimes food is military strength and people's hearts.

"Haha, Master, let's make a bet. Let's bet on your silver needles."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"Even if they have a lot of food, there will still be hunger, and the people will still eat tree roots."

While taking the pulse, Lu Jing turned to Sun Simiao and said:

"The True Lord once said a word - structural famine. If the grain output of a place is just enough to fill the stomachs of the local people, famine will still occur. Because 90% of the land is in the hands of the noble families, they will not be kind enough to open the warehouses to release grain, but hide it in the cellar, use the grain to hire minions and buy slaves to satisfy their luxurious life."

"So having too much land is a capital crime. Outsiders say that we hate the rich, do we really hate the rich? We never want the shops of the noble families, and we don't keep the land we have conquered in our pockets, but divide it equally among the people."

"So... the noble families still have to be killed. If they want to survive, they can only hand over the land."

Sun Simiao seemed to understand the meaning of Taoist killing.

"That's right!"

"You have a point, but I won't bet anymore."

"This..."

The two's words were heard by a petite beggar covered in black mud.

"Structural famine..." The little beggar's three views were greatly shocked. He disagreed with this statement in his heart, but he had no reason to refute it.

"No, I want to take a deeper look. I can't just believe it."

The little beggar took a bowl of medicine and then left.

Along the way, she saw the people living and working in peace and contentment, but also saw a kind of cruel killing. The sects were mostly in contact with the aristocratic families, and she couldn't help but bring it to the people she knew.

Could she bear to see her friends and their families being killed in such a cruel way?

"Extremely tyrannical, not knowing how to reform, is not a wise ruler."

She believed that the aristocratic families could also solve this structural famine, instead of using this direct killing method.

In this way, Yun Qiong left this place and passed by Taoism.