Over the past few days, Liu Qinghuan has become accustomed to the strange-looking tribesmen in Zhuoyuan. Now when he suddenly saw a normal-looking, even beautiful little girl, he couldn't help but feel his eyes light up.
The little girl, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, didn't notice Liu Qinghuan and others who had just turned around from the trail. She probably wanted to pick fruits from the tree, so she stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms.
Most of her body was hidden behind the tree, and the neck and face that were occasionally exposed were very beautiful and fair, like a small peach tree branching out in spring, which could not hide her natural beauty and vigorous vitality.
Liu Qinghuan asked Fubao: "Which tribe are they from?"
Fu Bao turned his head and exclaimed in confusion: "Wow, am I just dazzled? There is such a beautiful little beauty here!"
His voice was quite loud, and the little girl immediately turned her head, her big bright eyes full of fear and panic, and ran behind the rocks.
"Huh? Don't run!"
Fu Bao raised his foot and was about to chase after him, but Liu Qinghuan quickly stopped him: "What are you shouting? You look like you're scaring me!"
Fu Bao said anxiously: "Master, don't you find it strange that there is someone here!"
Liu Qinghuan clicked his tongue: "What are you talking about? Haven't we seen very few people along the way? Don't the Elders also look like humans...ahem!"
When the two of them were talking, the little girl had already run away. Seeing that no one was chasing her, she patted her chest with lingering fear. With panic on her face, she hurried into a forest of rocks.
What she didn't know was that Liu Qinghuan was watching her every move, and he didn't take his consciousness back until he saw her entering the small village at the foot of the mountain.
"Which tribe lives in front?"
Fu Bao thought for a while: "The people living in this area are all from the Chang Human tribe. I haven't heard of any small tribe... How about I go and have a look? Maybe they are from the Chang Human tribe. As long as they don't open their mouths, they can look good."
They are all human-like, and it’s normal for one or two to be good-looking occasionally.”
He chuckled strangely and said: "Master, don't you fall in love with that little beauty? Just make it clear that I will never go back and complain!"
Liu Qing laughed and cursed: "Get out of here! You're getting more and more out of shape."
After thinking about it, I felt that what Xiao Hei said before was quite right. A phoenix can fly out of a chicken coop, so I didn't mention it anymore.
After that, one person and two beasts went elsewhere again. Because they were asked to go to the Gray Stone Land in five days, those small tribes did not go. Instead, they went to the deep mountains to see what kind of monsters there were here, as well as the large group of monsters.
there's a few.
Go all the way to Big Fish Mouth, which is where the line drawn by Liu Qinghuan is, and further ahead is the main east-west trunk of Zhuoyuan.
At this point, the mountains are high and the ravines are deep, and the terrain is steep. Only a narrow opening in the middle is left, like a wide open fish mouth.
"This is the right place to set up a checkpoint to intercept people who want to enter the territory."
Liu Qinghuan circled in the air, then shook his head, looked at Fubao and said: "It's a pity that I have no one under my command. Even if I set up a barrier, there will be no one to defend me."
Fu Bao touched his head: "Hey, Master, I can't sit still, I won't do this! You can ask those small tribes to send people to guard it."
"What's the use of you!" Liu Qinghuan laughed and scolded: "How many martial arts masters are there in those small clans? If the people who come here are low in strength, they don't need to defend at all. If they are high in strength, they are of no use."
"Then..." Fu Bao glanced at Chu Yi next to him, suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Let your incarnation guard it!"
Liu Qinghuan said: "Two days before the incarnation, news came back that he has arrived at Dao Wuya and plans to stay there for a while while waiting to see the progress of the Wuling Master."
"Ah!" Fu Bao said excitedly: "I want to go too!"
Being slapped back to the ground by Liu Qinghuan, Fu Bao was so angry that he kicked him over with his hoof, and then... was ruthlessly suppressed!
Today is different from the past. This stubborn donkey can no longer defeat him, and in the end he can only bow his head and submit.
After cleaning up Fubao, Liu Qinghuan ignored Fubao's sad eyes and said with a clear mind: "Forget it, let's keep a monitoring eye."
He took out a pair of yin and yang mirrors, flew down on the mountain wall on the side of Big Fish Mouth, placed the yin side in a stone crevice facing the entrance, cast a few magic spells, and used a concealment circle to hide it.
Hidden.
In this way, although it does not have an interception effect, as long as someone passes by here, the mirror on the sunny side will buzz as a reminder. The louder the sound, the higher the cultivation level of the person coming.
He looked at the mountains in the distance and whispered: "When the Wuling Master reaches Dao Wuya, the strife and wars in this world will begin. It's okay if you don't guard the gate, but you should pay more attention when running around.
Check out their movements."
Fubao turned his head angrily and finally responded: "I know."
After this trip, Liu Qinghuan had an idea of the situation in his territory, but he looked around and couldn't find anything special about Hu Si coming here to compete for territory.
Five days later, the leaders of more than a dozen small tribes gathered on the gray stone ground, waiting outside the formation fearfully and eagerly.
This time, Liu Qinghuan did not show up again and just asked Fu Bao to see them.
The corresponding conditions have been set. These small tribes have been protected by Liu Qinghuan, but every ten years, they have to hand over 50% of the stone crystals, minerals and other things produced by their tribe. Some ordinary crops do not need to be paid.
Hand it over, it's useless to hand it over to Liu Qinghuan.
In addition, Liu Qinghuan found several kinds of seeds and distributed them to each tribe, and asked Fubao to explain in detail the planting method and the care required during the growth process.
Although they are all low-level spiritual herbs, elixirs or spiritual fruits, they do not have strict environmental requirements and have strong vitality. They can grow even in places lacking spiritual energy, but they grow slower or not very well.
That's all.
But given time, the mountains and rivers can be made more colorful, and the environment here can be gradually improved, so that the aura becomes thicker, and the small tribes can benefit more, and can also add a few more aura-rich foods.
Not to mention how grateful the leaders of the small clan were, Liu Qinghuan had put aside these complicated matters and entered the Songxi Cave Heaven Map. He only came out once a day and then returned to the map to practice or ponder his inner thoughts.
When he fell into a place like Zhuoyuan, the external resources he could borrow were extremely limited. Fortunately, he had made some preparations before and deliberately collected some mental law books that he might use, as well as various treatises that he could learn from.
However, creating your own mental method is not easy. Although Tong Lele has studied how to create a brand new mental method from scratch before, but when you actually do it, you realize that the difficulty is like creating a new world.
What's more, what he created was the mental method after Kongjie. Not only did he have to integrate the experience of practicing the "Zuowang Sutra" in the first half of his life and his understanding of the Tao, but he also had to consider every realm in the future and the requirements for upgrading.
Difficulties faced, bottlenecks, etc.
In short, there is only one sentence: difficult, too difficult!
No wonder many people give up on creating their own mental methods in the end, and choose to change their own way and practice other people's methods.
Liu Qinghuan immersed himself in the classics every day, holding the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting Immortality in his left hand, and the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen in his right hand. When he thought of having a headache, he went out to take care of the spiritual field, and then used the energy of green wood to water the Hunyuan Lotus and plant the seeds.
The few stonewood trees.
After a period of time, the three lotus leaves of Hunyuanlian floated flawlessly on the dirty muddy water, and a small lotus bud popped out.
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but be overjoyed, and then was shocked: "Cyan!"
In the misty mist, the small lotus buds showed a light blue-white color, like the sky that had just cleared up after the rain, clear and unstained.