Chapter 1265: Many Roads North and South (Seeking monthly votes at the start of the month, two-in-one)

"Was it when I came in?"

"Suhebalu" touched the extinguished rune on his brow.

Coming out of the Underworld, all his consciousness and efforts were concentrated on maintaining clarity, unable to distinguish the situation outside. Only at a certain moment of warming, probably when he entered the sick tiger's shell, Sanskrit sounds echoed in his ears, invading his sea of consciousness. Lao Yingtian had never heard that kind of Sanskrit.

The "Underworld" was not without Buddhism; among the nine major sects, there was the First-Grade Great Awakening Temple. However, the Sanskrit in the Great Awakening Temple made people solemn and respectful, far from being this treacherous. It was also at that time that another burst of dragon roars and tiger whistles dispersed that Sanskrit.

"Walking on thin ice."

Lao Yingtian's mind sank.

The talismans at the middle and lower dantian were still shining brightly, giving him a sense of security. Now that the Elder was not here, everything had to depend on himself.

Losing one of three lives just after descending, the situation was more critical than imagined. He couldn't sit and wait for death; he had to take the initiative.

Lao Yingtian's heart was hot. In a trance, he returned to that empty treasury again.

Recalling the Elder's analysis.

"Suhebalu's identity is special, his strength and status are extremely high, and the relationship between the Great Snow Mountain and the Northern Court is complex. The High Master of the Great Snow Mountain is a guest of honor in the Northern Court, but—power, such a thing, can never be handed over just because of faith. This revival must have given the Great Snow Mountain an opportunity to deeply intervene in Northern Court affairs, enough to make a big fuss—"

Lao Yingtian pondered the method and got out of bed to move his body.

He familiarized himself with the items in the room. The more symmetrical it was to the "Underworld," the bolder and more relaxed he felt, without any restraint of coming to a strange environment.

This is—

Living.

"Elder, I'm over there, what if I don't have the sick tiger's memories you mentioned?"

"If you lose your memory, lose it. Many things don't need to be deliberately disguised. If you don't know something, just act like you don't know.

Revival from the dead, there are too few cases, and it's unheard of for someone to occupy the magpie's nest after revival.

Things that exceed human cognition, the more you cover up, the more suspicious it is; the more deviation, the more normal it is.

If there is a deviation, people will try to correct it; if there is something suspicious, people will doubt—

Only language, if you understand, speak; if you don't understand, don't speak."

Lao Yingtian always felt that Elder Fish had a lot of insight into this.

The realm was slowly withering, the Northern Court envoy was urging, the Great Snow Mountain monks were observing, every moment was very important.

No time to "rest" and ponder, sorting out the situation, Lao Yingtian gathered his thoughts and tried to practice in the new world.

The cultivation method in his body operated automatically, not any one Lao Yingtian had learned, but the sick tiger's own cultivation instinct after thousands of refinements, including the "Northern Court language" he had just blurted out.

Divine ability, Qi sea, physique—

All in all, familiarized in half a day.

"Suhebalu" returned to the window.

Just now the wind and snow were vast, and everything outside the window couldn't be seen clearly. Now the wind and snow were slightly smaller, and in the distant whiteness, a rising arc vaguely appeared.

A majestic snow mountain was hidden in the wind and snow.

The "Underworld" had high mountains, but he had never heard of one so towering.

The walls of the house were very thick, built with bricks and stones.

The outermost layer of the wall was covered with a white coating, with a faint milky smell. He didn't know what material was used, and the windows were also two layers, divided into inner and outer windows.

Lao Yingtian had never seen such a building, but he could see it was for heat preservation.

Great Snow Mountain.

A place of bitter cold.

Is it "I" who came to the new world, or "I" who returned to the new world?

Observing the surrounding environment, having a basic impression, staring at the Great Snow Mountain, Lao Yingtian, who had pondered for a long time, walked out of the room.

Outside the door, the monk bowed: "Fierce Tiger General."

Lao Yingtian scanned twice, combined with the Elder's description, recognized that this was a "Gelong" who had received full ordination. He ignored him and stepped out the door.

The Gelong was stunned and hurriedly followed.

"Fierce Tiger General, Fierce Tiger General—"

Lao Yingtian turned a deaf ear, walked in the corridor, came to the new world, the goal was very clear.

One is to stand firm.

Two is to contact the Elder.

Three is to eat from both sides.

Four is to have the opportunity to severely damage one side, without hesitation!

In the corridor, the wish-lamps flickered, the smell of yak butter was everywhere, every wall had thick-colored murals, and every corner had narrow holes.

The statues in the niches were fierce, the complex semi-circular bowls were exquisite and luxurious, the powerful knelt on the ground, offered gifts, and crawled out of the cave to receive the monks' blessings.

In the main hall, rows of red-robed monks faced the statues, chanting, the Great Buddha was golden red.

In the right side hall, the High Master read scriptures and lectured to disciples.

In the back side hall, the naked Sky Mothers had different shapes.

Under the murals, a woman with a smooth white back sat on a cushion with a monk, panting, sweat dense on her forehead. She wore a yellow robe, which was completely soaked with sweat and turned brown, sticking to her curves, her body rising and falling, like surging sea waves, separating the cloth robe and steaming white smoke in the sunlight, and there was even an elderly High Master sitting by watching and pointing.

Dual cultivation was common, but so blatant, it was unheard of.

Observing the strange "people," judging the orientation in the temple, Lao Yingtian went deep all the way, and under the persuasion of two High Masters, stood at the door and looked around.

"What is the Venerable's intention to harm me?"

Green Pattern Valley.

Ancient trees covered the sky and sun, the sunlight was poisonous.

Finishing a morning of cultivation, Li Xianghan lay on the table, folded a frog out of paper, pressed its butt, and bounced it out, racing with three mice stacked in yellow, gray, and white.

—

The table crackled, a group of paper frogs jumped one after another, and as one of them rushed across the finish line first, the yellow mouse jumped high, flipping ten somersaults in a row.

Bang!

Li Xianghan was furious and knocked on the table, all the mice on the table were shocked to jump, butts hitting the ground. She flicked her finger and smashed the yellow mouse's little frog into ashes, which drifted out the window.

The yellow mouse lay on the window, reaching out and shouting.

"Saintess, Saintess! The new Tusi has been selected, there is news about the reward of the Insect Valley Festival." The maid lifted the hem of her skirt and ran over excitedly.

Li Xianghan stood up suddenly: "Is the Long Qi being issued?"

"Yes, the rewards for the top ten this time have changed a lot, but Saintess, you are the top this year, your reward has not changed."

Li Xianghan was overjoyed.

Got the Long Qi, give it to Liang Qu, would it be possible to let Awei come back?

There is a sick tiger in the North, and a Saintess in the South.

There are roads on both sides.

Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick.

Everything was developing in the established direction.

Mid-May, the weather gradually became hot, and flowers bloomed in the pond.

Liang Qu and Zhang Longxiang left the capital, came to the banks of the Yellow Shahe, and met the Prince of Dingxi.

White Alum Building.

A famous building in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow Shahe, the three princes gathered, a grand banquet, local magistrates and celebrities personally entertained, eating and drinking for free.

The rolling yellow water rushed into the sea.

Sheepskin rafts rolled on the river.

Compared to the Huai River, the water volume of the Yellow Shahe was only one-tenth of the Huai River, but it was still a great river as magnificent as the sea, stretching a million miles from east to west, magnificent, and ordinary people could not walk to the end in their entire lives.

Prince of Dingxi, Zhao Yebai, Fourth Stage of the Sky Dragon, over 500 years old, could also be called a great expert. His own resume was mediocre, belonging to the Prince of the Great Qian, but he had few favors, a neutral person swaying between the two sides. With the growing power of the Great Shun, he surrendered and retained the fiefdom from the beginning of the Great Qian, with basically no changes otherwise.

This was also a portrayal of many fiefdom princes.

Among the Sky Dragons in the world, less than half surrendered to the fiefdom princes, and among the fiefdom princes, there were those who listened to the tune but not the announcement.

Prince of Dingxi joined, very simply. First, many fiefdom princes could cultivate feelings, getting closer and closer, and second, Prince of Dingxi had a friendship with a demon king in the Yellow Shahe and was quite familiar with the Yellow Shahe.

Since they wanted to make major changes to all aspects of the Yellow Shahe, naturally they couldn't avoid dealing with the demon kings in the Yellow Shahe. They were equivalent to local snakes, and if they caused trouble, it would be troublesome.

Not to mention the banks of the Yellow Shahe, just in the river, there were three "Stones in the River."

A bit of understanding.

Even quite rare, among the three demon kings, there was one from the Fat Fish's family!

Legend has it that when the Yellow Sand Long Wang fell, the fish monster, who was originally a Great Demon, was bold and reckless, broke into the battlefield, and desperately snatched the flesh and dragon scales, soaring into the sky from then on.

From the Frog Clan to the Porcupine Clan, from the Porcupine Clan to the Long Gong.

The Fat Fish had played every role, but had never been "himself" once. Unfortunately, he had taken the old toad to the North Sea, and Prince of Dingxi also had a friendship with the Fish King, so it wasn't Liang Qu's turn to visit.

The three divided them one by one at the banquet.

The most powerful demon king was handed over to Zhang Longxiang, Liang Qu was assigned to a Fourth Stage demon king in the middle reaches, before each left.

"Prince of Dingxi, I have one thing I want to ask."

Zhao Yebai arched his hands: "Huai King, you are too polite, as long as I know, this old man will tell everything."

"Is there any Dragon-seed water beast in this Yellow Shahe now?"

"Dragon-seed? Yes!"

"Oh?" Liang Qu's eyes lit up, "What kind of race? Do you know where they are?"

Prince of Dingxi replied: "The Yellow Sand Long Wang had his own vassal races, three types of Dragon-seeds, one is the Yellow Sand Carp, two is the Yellow Thorn, three is the Dragon Loach.

As for their respective locations, they are in the upper, middle, and lower reaches. However, the Yellow Sand Dragon has been dead for a hundred years, the number in existence should not be many, Huai King asks about this—"

"Want to see them once, it is beneficial to me, Prince of Dingxi rest assured, it will not be harmful."

"Huai King is kind, naturally trustworthy, this old man roughly remembers some directions, will draw them on the atlas later, and hand them to the Huai King together."

Liang Qu was overjoyed: "Thank you, Prince of Dingxi! No need to trouble, Third Prince!"

"Coming!"

Lying in the pastry basket, the Third Prince, who was clawing with two claws, rushed out, opened his mouth and spat out fog, and a map of the Yellow Shahe in equal proportion knocked open the window.

"What a convenient divine ability!" Zhao Yebai was surprised.

"Prince of Dingxi, please."

Zhao Yebai didn't procrastinate, pointed three times on the three-dimensional map.

Getting the map, no more hesitation, red light rose, three "Stones in the River," each rushed to their destination.

"Whoosh—time is too tight.

, Liang Qu pinched his brow.

There were really too many things to do now.

Including but not limited to contacting Lao Yingtian, contacting Frog Duke, visiting demon kings, finding Dragon-seeds, governing the Yellow Sand, swallowing so many creation medicines.

Most importantly, from the Northern Court to the capital, with the passage of time, the River God Festival on June 6th was coming!

The previous River God Festival could be postponed if he wanted, no difference in July, just a sacrificial activity in a town, Liang Qu's prestige was greater than the River God.

Now it was different, the sacrificial activity led to a celebration, the development direction was destined to cultivate "user habits," if the date wasn't set standardly, it would be a huge destruction to habit cultivation.

The Mirage Clan side also had to be checked to see if there were any mistakes.

The currently most popular "Dream Entry" was built under a well-constructed dream framework, if someone broke the framework—

This thing, people without heart fire, absolutely couldn't hold on, sinking rapidly, it was another world, and dreams came true at will in the world.

"The affairs in the fiefdom can't be taken care of, can only be handed over to Eying, try to squeeze out time, go over on the day to walk through the motions, get a favor degree—"

"Awei, I don't have anything here for the time being, you go to the Southern Frontier to find Li Xianghan."

"Round Head, you select a few smart finless porpoises to go north, go to Blue Lake and Sheep Lake respectively, wait for the sick tiger to contact, probably every day—don't forget to cultivate the Phoenix Fairy Fish."

"Fist, continue to engage in construction, help the Sea Workshop Master build the palace, find mineral veins."

"Third Prince, spit fog!"

"Obey!"

Golden light flashed, finless porpoises sneaked, Fist crossed.

Liang Qu drilled into the quiet room, swallowed creation medicine.

The Green Long Yin-Yang Pill participated in 95% of the medicine power digestion, the Dragon Tiger Golden Body grew slightly, the dantian root sea had reached 408 times, with the new medicine entering the abdomen, it grew again.

Inside the Ze Cauldron, the Blue Tide surged!

【Water Marsh Essence: 2,038,400】

Jianghuai Great Marsh, the climate warmed, lotus leaves spread on the water surface.

The hedgehog brought a stack of registers to report work.

Long Eying reviewed documents, first contacted the Third Elder Long Zong Yin, Ao Qing, selected clansmen, Dragon Sturgeon to distribute essence blood, arranged seclusion.

"Why pick only the old ones?" Ao Qing didn't understand, "Even if they can enter Perfected Form, Great Demon, their lifespan is not as long as young Dragon People, Dragon Sturgeon."

"Elder Ao, no need to say more, this distribution, regardless of age, only looks at contribution, don't abandon, don't give up, everyone has a chance, Sturgeon can be Great Demon, there is no reason to miss the opportunity because of age, everyone went through hardships together, now that we've survived, we should share the sweetness."

"Fine, you are the Princess, I'll go call the Sturgeon." Ao Qing turned and left.

Long Eying knew that Patriarch Ao was a Sturgeon who had suffered, had his own clan survival strategy, could also understand, continued to review, suddenly felt Long Zong Yin cast a glance.

"Third Elder? Why look at me like this, is there any problem with the quota distribution?"

"No problem with the quota, you did very well." Long Zong Yin shook his head, "Just the words you said just now, they were exactly the same as the Huai King."

"Ah?"

"Hahaha, nothing, nothing, this old man just said it casually." Long Zong Yin stroked his beard and laughed, "You do your work, I'll go call people."

The Long Gong quieted down.

Long Eying thought for a while, suddenly laughed out loud.

After distributing the essence blood, she went to Jiangchuan County again, inspected the new cloth shadow films of this year's Bing Fire file, combined with the government office and martial arts hall, arranged manpower for holiday patrols, checked the living conditions of the Merman and Great Da He Li clans, and approved the budget approval.

Silver came fast, went fast.

With the huge flow of people in the fiefdom, fish and dragons were mixed, inevitably there were those with ulterior motives. Last month, there was even Merman trafficking, fortunately two martial arts hall disciples were sharp, sensed it in time, no tragedy was brewed, must be rewarded heavily, the villains came from other places to Pingyang, needed to communicate with the household registration place by letter, after leaving a record, choose a day to be beheaded.

The former Dragon People clan, except for Long Yanrui, was originally cultivated in the direction of the next Elder, then experienced Liang Qu's subtle influence, "innovative methods" regardless of style, it was considered handy.

Jianghuai center, Long Gong floating island.

"What is this doing?" Long Eying pointed.

The island was in full swing, beavers gathered in a group, cheers shook the sky, inside there was also the figure of the Da He Li Chief Engineer, chewing a red carrot in his mouth, taking the whole family to join the fun.

At this moment, two beavers carrying big hammers walked to the center to select steel.

The hedgehog took a look: "Back to the Princess, it is the annual forging competition of the Da He Li clan, within half a day, use ordinary iron to forge weapons, the winner can get the title of Great Artisan."

Long Eying thought for a while: "Can it be turned into a program? Delay for half a month, held in June, promoted as a highlight of the River God Festival?"

The hedgehog's eyes lit up, before answering, another Merman asked to see her.

Long Eying turned her head, she recognized the other party, Quan Guangqin, a young Merman her husband thought highly of: "Is it Guangqin? Anything?"

"Back to the Princess, the Tridacna clan of the East Sea has come to surrender!"

【Absorb a wisp of Dragon-seed Qi】

【Absorb a wisp of Dragon-seed Qi】

【Absorb a wisp of Dragon-seed Qi】

【Absorb a wisp of Dragon-seed Qi】

【Consume seven wisps of Dragon-seed Qi, can generate one Ying Dragon pattern.】

【Dragon-seed Qi: 10】

The Ze Cauldron trembled, brilliance floated.

Descending to the Dragon Loach clan land, Liang Qu was overjoyed.

A clan actually has four Great Demons? The remaining two have the same number, wouldn't it be possible to sublimate two layers at once?

Combined with Jianghuai, it wouldn't be impossible to rush to the third layer with twenty-four!

Clearly all nodes disappeared similarly, this number of Dragon Loach was much more than the Dragon Sturgeon that only had one Ao Qing at the beginning.

No foreign enemy invasion, sure enough, the normal remaining number would not be small.

The Flood Dragon is truly guilty!

Write it down in the notebook.

"Who is it! Trespassing on our clan land!"

A mouthful of authentic Yellow Shahe dialect blurted out, two Dragon Loaches drilled out of the mud and sand, shook their spirits, and attacked majestically, without waiting to attack.

"Whoosh."

Bubbles one after another.

"Strange, where are the people?"

【Absorb a wisp of Dragon-seed Qi】*3

【Dragon-seed Qi: 13】

The second Yellow Thorn clan was slightly inferior, not as good as the Dragon Loach, only three wisps.

However, to the third Carp clan land, it was a surprising bumper harvest for Liang Qu.

【Absorb a wisp of Dragon-seed Qi】*12

【Consume seven wisps of Dragon-seed Qi, can generate one Ying Dragon pattern.】

【Dragon-seed Qi: 25】! ===== CHAPTER 1266 =====