Lou Xiaoyi discovered this situation the year before last, but the news hadn't spread yet, and there weren't many people around. He still managed to make some gains, but relying heavily on the incense to catch red nematodes had caused a catastrophic decrease in red nematodes in the core area of the Gobi. But it's not him. He just wants to catch enough at one time. It doesn't matter whether you have spring, summer, autumn, or winter, or whether you will be cut off from resources. It is true that you eat until you are full first.
So last year Lou Xiaoyi went in and used a lot of incense, and only caught one to two hundred red worms. Such changes made him realize that this treasure land would no longer be able to help him in the future.
Fortunately, he still had some wealth before.
The vague memory of his previous life gave him a very persistent awareness of protecting the environment and biological creatures, so he never hunted indiscriminately, and would definitely send these little bugs back to the Gobi after using them. However, there are still too few people with this awareness, especially This is under the premise that everyone is grabbing it!
He did not go to the core area this year because he knew that the news should spread. In this Gobi in the future, not to mention red worms, even ordinary white sand worms may not be able to survive. Once humans discover the value, wait for the survival of these species. , there will be no other end than extinction.
Even the relatively remote place where he stayed had lost its peace and quiet. From time to time, monks would come over to dig around and tinker with the ground... He had no reason to stop others. This was not his private territory. He was full. , just to restrict other people’s food, this is not the way to practice!
In other words, he is not yet capable of setting his own path in this desert!
So he moved his practice place back to Tuya Cave Carving. After all, on the edge of the Gobi, there were always fewer people looking for insects, so everyone's first target was still red worms.
This is sensible. There are so many casual cultivators pouring into the Gobi this year. Everyone rushes into the core area of the Gobi, using relatively cheap dolphin thread incense in exchange for precious red worms. Over-capture has begun to spread, and there are no nearby ones. The sect came to declare its sovereignty, and there was no such thing as a ban on arrest.
With more people and fewer resources, conflicts are inevitable under the hot sun, ranging from confrontations between individuals to conflicts between different countries, different regions, and different interest groups. Although Lou Xiaoyi is far away, I can't feel the fluctuations of spiritual intelligence, but occasionally I can see monks running away in panic.
In the seemingly peaceful world of spiritual practice, when interests cannot be reconciled, things immediately turn bloody. Lou Xiaoyi wonders if he was one of the people who just learned the news, would he also go to get chestnuts from the fire?
He should not be idle, because in the nearly ten years since he entered this circle, he has not found a way to obtain resources that is worth continuing for a long time?
If it must be counted, maybe robbery counts?
To Lou Xiaoyi's surprise, the situation was deteriorating. From this direction alone, he saw several wounded monks who had fled. One of them even faced him and politely asked which state and government this place was. Lou Xiaoyi also Knowing the rough process of their conflict, because there is no participation of higher-level monks such as Sensing Foundation Establishment, this large-scale confrontation, which is basically full of casual cultivators, is developing towards the nature of an alliance.
Several large regional gangs began to reach a consensus and joined forces to drive away those individual travelers and loners. The power of the organization gradually emerged in this chaos.
They want to dominate the Gobi. At the very least, they want to completely control the core area of the Gobi, which is also the most important red worm production area.
For a single individual, confrontation is difficult. Everyone is in the breathing stage, and there is no essential difference in combat effectiveness. Therefore, the party with the numerical advantage is basically the party that controls the field.
This injured monk is a lonely traveler who has been squeezed out. There are many like him in the central area. After being scattered, they can only run around and have to leave the area where the red worms are produced.
For later monks, ordinary white sandworms have no meaning anymore.
The world of casual cultivators is actually no different from ordinary people. At least at their level, there is not much difference.
Lou Xiaoyi sighed in his heart, and there was nothing he could do about it. For him, it was good to be able to take care of himself. The reality of other people was so far away from him that he couldn't even reach it!
But trouble is like this, when you want to avoid it, it will haunt you. Even if it does not go to the central area, does not practice in that remote place, and does not want to provoke these troubles, it will still follow you like a shadow.
Come up.
In the afternoon of this day, he was walking backwards on the earth cliff, and he did not hide his appearance, because even if he hid in the cave, the changes in the sky would not be hidden from the passers-by, so it was not as good as being generous.
Sitting on a cliff to practice, you can at least spot those approaching from a greater distance.
Others like quietness and coolness when practicing, but he likes the heat like fire, the feeling of physical exertion in sweating, the feeling of being burned in an oven. This is not a physical liking, but a psychological closeness.
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So he immediately discovered two cultivators riding sand camels, not because he could feel the breath of the cultivators, but because from this direction, they couldn't be ordinary mortals. This was not the direction of the trade route.
, and there is little water source,
Shatuo ran unhurriedly, obviously different from those lone travelers who were chased and driven. Lou Xiaoyi slowly stopped his movement, but still maintained his movement posture to deal with possible troubles.
The movement of the two strangers obviously had no special intention. They saw that the soil of the Gobi began to become plate-shaped, with more and more soil and less and less sand. They also knew that this place was close to the edge of the Gobi. Then, they
I saw the cliff at a relatively high place and a person sitting cross-legged on it.
Under the scorching sun, anyone who can sit here and bask in the sun is either a lunatic or a cultivator. After a moment's hesitation, the two men came over on sand camels and ran all the way to the bottom of the earth cliff to look at the man who was still motionless.
After looking at the people sitting cross-legged, one of them said:
"The Gobi Red Line Alliance will temporarily take charge of this area. Friends, it is better not to stay here for a long time, otherwise it will be difficult for us!"
The words themselves were quite polite, but the meaning behind them was aggressive. Lou Xiaoyi was puzzled.
"A trusteeship? Is it authorized by the court of Zhaoye Kingdom? Give a seal? Send a letter to all directions? If not, as far as I know, Zhaoye is not a country of cultivation. The land and rivers are owned by the state. When can practitioners be entrusted to themselves?
Have you classified a certain area as already?"
The monk frowned. Sure enough, there were no good people among the casual cultivators. As long as their interests were touched, they would immediately shirk and resist in every possible way.
"Since we are cultivators, we don't want to talk about the mortal world! We control this area and only control the access of cultivators, not mortals!
Little brother, don’t get caught up in too many casual cultivator habits when you’re out! You have to give in when it’s time to give in! Otherwise, you’ll suffer losses, but don’t blame us for not saying ugly things first!”