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Chapter 396 The vast sky cliff is my love

There are really very few people who have ever controlled absolute power who are not greedy for power.

After all, salted fish like Yun Buliu who are very self-aware are still in the minority. Of course, this is also because they are in the primitive era and their expectations for this era are not strong.

Power means controlling others, money and beauty, but in this primitive era, these things are somewhat looked down upon by Yun Buliu.

Controlling others means that he has to spend more time doing other things, and with his current status, he can't mess around or engage in hegemony, and he doesn't have this hobby.

After doing it again and again, in the end, we still served the tribal people.

Money, he doesn't need it even more. All monks are actually walking money printing machines. If you spend a little time, you can use up the money, which is nothing more than a waste of mental energy.

Beauty, what kind of beauty can there be in this primitive era?

So he can concentrate on being a salted fish, silently waiting for his wife to return, waiting for his wife and children to be on the hot bed in the future, and living a happy and contented salted fish life.

Leave all other troublesome matters to the professionals!

Is there any specialization in the art industry?

That's why he decided to return to the lakeside, compile a book of formation techniques and runes, and teach a few more disciples. If anything happens in the future, the disciples will do their work and don't disturb his salty life.

In terms of weapon refining, he already has some foundation, and the most he will do in the future is to learn how to make alchemy.

If there really is a day in the distant future that the force that once fought comes and comes to this world again, then if we can fight, we will fight, if we can't, we will surrender.

If he was not allowed to surrender, then he would ask a few people to back him up. This was also the trick his wife An Ran gave him back then, and he thought it should be feasible.

Therefore, he can understand the thoughts of these tribal leaders, but he does not agree with it. A small tribe with a population of tens of thousands is not as big as a township in the global village!

Of course, this is just his complaint. In real terms, the power of the tribal leader is much stronger than that of the chief of a township. After all, the chief of a township is in charge of the chief of a county.

In this primitive tribe, the leader is the largest one, and there are no natural enemies on it. At most, there are shamans watching them and preventing them from doing anything excessive.

So they would be greedy for this kind of power, which Yun Buliu could understand.

So he gave them a suggestion, "This matter is very simple! The branched out village can be commanded by the deputy leader of the tribe, and the work will be reported to the leader once a month... The tribe can set up a patrol team and report it to the leader.

Directly under the jurisdiction, the deputy commander who is assigned to manage the village is only responsible for managing the village. If hunting, the two villages can work together..."

Yun Buliu's idea was nothing more than to divide a township into several villages, with the township head directly managing the village cadres. To put it bluntly, it didn't have much technical content, it was just a bit trivial.

If he were left to do this by himself, he would really not be happy. After all, there would be no benefit.

But he is still very happy to give people advice and use words.

You see, he received another wave of admiration and gratitude. Although admiration and gratitude are actually of no use, these tribal leaders speak well!



After returning to the lakeside and bidding farewell to the leaders of the six major tribes, Yun Buliu's life returned to its original state.

Without the burden of many trivial matters in the academy, he can once again experience the freedom of sleeping until he wakes up naturally. But because the biological clock has been fixed, he will basically wake up at the right time, and there will be birds if he doesn't wake up.

The sound of children singing woke him up.

Although it is already winter, there are still many birds in this mountain wilderness.

When I woke up in the morning and opened the door, a chill hit me, and the world outside was completely white.

"Hey! It's snowing!" Yun Buliu laughed.

The industrious Xiao Xiangji had already swept away the snow in front of the door and on the terrace, and was happily making porridge on the grass below, humming 'The vast sky cliff is my love...'.

Yun Buliu didn't know when she learned it. Listening to this song, he always felt that it was full of contradictions, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch.

Have you ever sung this song in front of her? Yun Buliu couldn't believe it. How could he sing such a rustic song? And when did he sing it? It definitely wasn't me!

Yun Buliu shook his head and denied this in his heart.

"Brother Yun, get up! I've already cooked the porridge, come and eat!"

Seeing Yun Buliu stepping down from the cliff with his hands behind his back and looking like a tall man, Xiao Xiangji waved her little hand towards him and greeted him to eat.

This made Yun Buliu feel like a snail girl had entered the family.

The only flaw is that the snail is too small.

Pooh!

What am I thinking? I have a wife!

Yun Buliu quickly corrected his outlook on life and calmly came to the lake. "Let it cool down for a while. I'll do some punching first!"

A big watermelon...

On the lake, the wind and snow were floating, and a figure moved slowly on the lake, as graceful as a startled giant.

The surrounding wind and snow, affected by his influence, drifted towards him one after another, and before long, a ball of snow gathered in front of him.

Less than half an hour later, the snowball had turned into a big ball several meters in diameter.

Yun Buliu then sent the big snowball into the sky, "Let's go!"

Bah...

The snowball rose into the air, exploded again, turned into snowflakes again, and scattered in all directions.

Yun Buliu swung his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked calmly back to the lakeside. The little fur ball purred as it appeared on his shoulder. Yun Buliu casually explored it and grabbed it in his hand.

Then the little furball buzzed with electricity. Yun Buliu shook a few times, slowly exhaled a puff of green smoke, and the instant noodle hair on his head became fluffy again.

But the next moment, the fluffy hairstyle returned to its original shape under the influence of his mental power.

"Cool!"

Yun Buliu screamed, threw the fur ball, twisted his neck, and felt full of strength.

The figure of the little furball flashed and appeared on the giant wooden pile, lowering its head to gnaw on the delicious fried steak that Xiao Xiangji made for it.

The tiger emerged from the woods, roared at them, then turned around and went back.

As their size continues to grow, their living conditions naturally become worse. They are basically treated like sleeping on the streets. Compared with the original treatment, the treatment is much worse.

The little fur ball finished chewing the steak in two or three times, and then pushed the small basin forward. Yun Buliu noticed its quick movements and said: "I have nothing to do in the winter, so I will go back to the house to write..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the little fur ball had already disappeared with a hiss.

In the small woods, the sounds of the little fur ball and the roar of the tiger came, and then the two sounds gradually faded away.

Yun Buliu: "..."

Xiao Xiangji: "Brother Yun, let's eat porridge!"


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