Since it was not far from the county seat, he sent the group to the county government office. As for how the county magistrate would judge, it was none of his business.
Long before him, this group of people had encountered several teams. Some were fully protected and dared not come forward, but some were alone and had to endure some intimidation. It was a trivial matter to lose money and avoid disaster. Chen Yu asked, including the leader
The five gangsters all had human lives on their hands.
Death is not a pity.
But maybe it was just a temporary trance. Anyway, Chen Yu didn't use any ruthless tactics. He completely lost the ruthless tactics he used when facing the Ginkgo Bandits.
Of course, it's not anything else, it's just that he doesn't want to kill anyone.
What's more, I didn't see several people committing the murder with my own eyes. I just described it from my mouth, but it lacked a bit of indignation, so I simply handed it over to the Grand Master of Chenzhong County.
As far as he knew, he was a greedy man.
The kind that geese pluck out their hair.
However, he found all the scattered coins on the gangsters and threw them to the widows and orphans in the city, which meant that they had no money to bribe and escape.
Just wait to be eaten alive by that skinny county magistrate.
It's probably no better than dying.
…
After walking for a while, we came to Sanfanshui, which we had heard about not long ago.
To avoid the rumored water bandits, Chen Yu took the dry road.
On the road, we walked and stopped, and soon it was evening.
"Let's take a rest for the night."
There was no Chenghuang Temple for him to stay here, so he had to find a cave, take care of it briefly, put some hay on it, and then sit down cross-legged.
The rebirth technique is running, the gurgling and trembling in the abdomen are endless, and the internal practice is uninterrupted.
Over the past few days, as his proficiency in the art of reborn viscera deepened, Chen Yu also began to try to perfect it, hoping to take it a step further, just like the art of strengthening the body.
Compared with the beginning, although the spirit-calling and body-strengthening technique today is weaker in terms of spirit-calling absorption, when it comes to strengthening and improving the body, he has never seen a technique with such an effect.
Especially now that the fetal breath has helped him cross the upper limit, the spiritual fluid is almost exhausted, and there is only a shallow layer left in the water sac, and the rest is turned into nourishment for the liver.
"My liver is very powerful."
Chen Yu laughed. Looking at it now, not to mention thirty-six operations of the body-building technique, even if it is not stopped all the time, it will not have much effect.
Ginseng paste? He won't need it anymore.
perhaps.
At least for now, the expected upper limit has not yet come, perhaps because of the Qi integrated into the liver.
Nowadays, a lot of the fetal breath condensed in his liver has been dissolved, and most of it has been converted into Qi. When condensed together, it really looks more and more like a seed.
It is already about the size of a mung bean. From a mental point of view, it is thick and sticky, rolling and moving.
But it never leaves the liver, and it doesn't react with mental energy like fetal breath.
But the only thing I'm not sure about is how to use this small ball of Qi.
Chen Yu tried to activate it, but it was only within the liver organ. It seemed to be vaguely related to the liver, causing some kind of change, and it was fixed here. Even though the liver later absorbed a lot of Qi and strengthened it a lot, it still couldn't be pulled out.
Comparing the two aspects, the sporadic Qi seeds lingering outside the Dantian do not have this characteristic.
He also has some guesses about this, but further verification is needed.
The next day, two dark clouds came from the sky.
The wind blew gently, getting stronger and stronger, and finally blew the trees along the road rustling.
Click!
A section of the tree could not hold up, broke in half, and fell upside down to the ground, blocking half of the way.
Chen Yu jumped up and crossed over. He didn't care about the changes in the sky, because there were so many caves and rocks on both sides that could hide from the rain, so there was no need to worry too much.
What he is thinking about now is what he sees in his mind.
I haven't returned for ten days, and there are a lot of things. I need to sort things out first, so as not to run around like a headless fly.
"I wonder what happened to the chickens."
The chicken shed was expanded, and herbs such as wild cassia and waterweed were planted around it to repel insect snakes. However, because they were worried about affecting the chickens' ability to hunt for food and catch insects, they were kept far away from each other and were planted a few steps away from the chicken shed.
Before going down the mountain, he left a trough of rice, hoping that these guys could save some food - in ten days, there were at least a dozen chickens, and that trough should not be enough, but there was nothing he could do.
If it cannot hang up and carry that much weight, the chicken shed will collapse if you are not careful.
"I hope nothing happens."
As Chen Yu hurried along, he paid attention to his steps and thought of the fields on the mountain. Apart from the chicken shed, it was the half-acre square field that caused the most concern.
The spring millet needs to be weeded, and if it is not weeded for ten days, it is estimated that it has become overgrown and has taken up a lot of space for grain. This round of harvest is unlikely to be lower, and it is much lower than expected.
Fortunately, before going down the mountain, I planted the seeds that had been cultivated by the spiritual liquid. I fed Brother Chicken a few seeds and then planted them in the soil. I wonder if they have grown now.
At that time, the germination was too slow, which may be due to the low efficiency of spring millet absorption. Now ten days have passed, and there should be some growth.
In addition, there was also a batch of spring millet seeds catalyzed by the spirit machine. Some of them were stillborn, and the rest were added with a grain of spirit spirit. They have been left there so that you can take a look when you get back. Maybe they have sprouted.
Compared to those cultivated with spiritual liquid, he paid more attention to them. After all, that was the only time he had obtained seeds after cultivating them so far, so he would definitely live up to his expectations.
Moreover, the medicinal fields must continue to be planted. Before Chen Yu came down from the mountain, he was considering the fourth batch of transplant recipients. Originally, the absorption of spiritual liquid had reached the upper limit, so Qingling Root and Lanting Divine Fruit were not on the list, but Fetal Breath and Dantian
The appearance of the two made him realize the importance of the two again, and decided to grow more after returning.
"It would be great if Qing Linggen could also have seeds."
Including catnip, all crops currently catalyzed by clever transplantation do not contain seeds that can be directly planted.
The same goes for beans. If they are not picked in time when mature, they will wither, rot and die, instead of breaking out of their shells and producing seeds.
"Oh, yes, beans!"
Speaking of beans, Chen Yu suddenly remembered that because they were difficult to preserve, he took them with him when he went down the mountain and used them as a filling meal.
But now I touched my bag and found that a small bag was missing in Chengyuyuan.
"..."
Helplessly, the mutated beans he called Bigu Beans usually didn't show much performance. After all, there was food and drink in Pingcheng, and he still couldn't get used to filling his stomach with this stuff.
Once or twice is okay, but eating every meal is really torture.
This time I didn't pay much attention to it, so I forgot it in the courtyard.
However, thinking back carefully, it seems that there are not many left, only seven or eight pills, and the difference between these spiritual creations and spiritual liquid is that they will not have a great attraction to ordinary creatures.
That stupid deer was just greedy at the time, otherwise he wouldn't have left other plants alone and ate only the intestinal grass. After all, in terms of taste, the intestinal grass was really not as good as the Qingling root and the Orchid Garden fruit.
Uh... I can't say for sure. After all, he is not a sika deer. Who knows how the other person has a sense of taste.
"If you drop it, just drop it."
He thought for a moment, and found that the appearance of bigu beans was almost the same as that of ordinary beans, and if a stranger dropped the beans at his residence, he would probably not be bored enough to try them out from the Taoist priests of Zhengyuan Temple.
Furthermore, the beans are a little dry, and no one can put them in that mouth. If they pick them up, they will probably throw them away or feed them to cattle and horses.
Thinking like this, Chen Yu suddenly stopped worrying. After all, it was useless to worry. There was no way he could turn around and go back.
Just a few beans.
Can it still turn the world upside down?
…
In the blink of an eye, most of the day passed. Two days and one night later, he entered Shiya County, with Qingtai Mountain looming in sight.