The sun shines brightly this day, and the rice seedlings in the fields are growing happily. Thanks to the agent Tudi Gong Zhong Zhizheng to guide the spiritual energy, the river god Ao Yingying restrains the water vapor.

The Eagle King Stone Bird became addicted to digging canals and took the monsters to work in the deep valley, preparing to cut a section of the deep valley to make a reservoir. Guan Yun, a god general from Daishan, drank and ate skewers with the monsters in the swear valley. This was the fourth day. The four heroes of Moyi learned how to make malatang and teppanyaki, and continued to practice their skills before healing his face.

The seven monsters of Guanshan, led by the fox demon Tuhu, searched the mountains and picked up forests everywhere, found various plant seeds, and became Shennong. Tuhu did not mention Tushan for the time being, and said that he wanted to sort out a book of Guanshan Hundred Herbs. Of course, what is more important is to find more spicy ingredients and let Zhongyao, who has insufficient prose and spices, hand over the ultimate delicious food technique... Hotpot.

Damn the old man has been lying in the house to make trouble with his skills. When he occasionally comes out, his face and breath are different. Sometimes he is as white as a woman, sometimes he is as dark as an African uncle, and his body shape changes day by day.

Ji Jiaorao followed Elder Zhong and focused on the matter of Guanshan Sword Sect. He found more than a dozen wood-like and good-looking teachings among his disciples, hoping to promote the Ji family's sword skills in Guanshan Sword Sect.

Elder Zhong was not talking about the affairs of the Sword Sect, but Bo Honghu became interested in the Sword Sect and forced Birmingham to join the Sword Sect. Naturally, Red Beard also held the intention of not allowing the Zhong family to be beautiful, and wanted to make the Bo family's sword skills reach the top in the Sword Sect.

Even Zhong Zhiqiang traveled around Ziyuan and Heshenpo every day, immersed in the growth trend visible to the naked eye of the two places. Most people are working wholeheartedly for their lives, and they feel that the mountains and clouds are clear and the fog is dissipated, and the prospects are bright.

Zhong Yao was a little uneasy. It had been several days since the accident happened in the uncle's family, and the remaining uncle's family was still huddling in the uncle's courtyard. Is it really unintentional to pursue it? There was no movement in Xiguan County, Duguo, across the river. Is it really not taken seriously?

Thinking of the Taoist priest who presided over the title of God that day came from Du Guoshujing's Yinlong Temple. Ao Yingying ran away when she showed up. Can the Taoist priest tolerate it? Can the Yinlong Temple, which is known as the National Temple, endure it?

She stayed at the uncle's family to be kind, and Zhong Shancun passed on a message saying that everything was fine. Zhong Zhizhong, who was responsible for communicating with the uncle, also reported that the uncle's family was busy cleaning up the mess and was unable to pay more attention to it. However, Zhong Yao was skeptical about the news about these two people.

Just be careful, let’s guard the River Temple.

Zhong Yao came to the courtyard and ate early soil first. In the past few days, he did not use root soil to incubate spiritual seeds, but he was ready to do it at any time. However, the second transfer of the land of the Nine Earth to the Te Ching requires a lot of various soil. The courtyard was filled with various soil, which were dug by the town guards and disciples. He had to eat more than ten kilograms every day.

The various turbid air that were eaten from the soil became less and less, which made Zhongyao feel relieved. The three gods' barriers unfolded, and the nightmare was naturally expelled, and the turbid air such as poison, miasma, and corruption were also steadily declining.

He picked up the green bamboo piled in the courtyard, and the loud bang, the smoke and dust spread, and Zhongyao and the bamboo disappeared.

On the river beach east of Ziyuan, Zhongyao stepped out of the smoke and dust. On the high cliff in the distance, the outline of the River God Temple was vaguely seen.

Before the land barrier of Ziyuan could extend to Heshenpo, Zhongyao's earth escape only reached this place, and the remaining few miles had to go by himself.

Holding the green bamboo weighing at least a hundred kilograms, Zhongyao was not tired. His divine thoughts touched the river god jade piece on the pottery bowl, and the power of incense and the rippling water vapor pressed on the soul. This was the real weight.

Zhongyao pushed this force and stirred the river from afar. A vortex rolled up in the river, and Ao Yingying's phantom floated out.

"What are you doing!"

Ao Yingying said blankly: "Don't ask me to send you over with water again. It's only a few miles away. Can't I take a walk by myself? I'm still busy. There are many fewer water monsters coming from Du Jiang today. It's a good time to search for Huihe water monsters and build a team for myself."

Zhong Yao was speechless and regretted not bringing Ziluo here. At this time, Ziluo followed Ji Jiaorao to train his disciples in the stone castle, and the little girl was having fun.

"You go and do it, but pay attention. If something goes wrong, it will be a monster..."

He really wanted to use Ao Yingying as a Didi to beat Jiao. Since this guy was not happy, he didn't have to force him.

He was still reminding him: "Be careful of any big news on Du Jiang."

Ao Yingying snorted: "What you mean is that as long as there is someone who causes trouble, it must be a monster?"

This dragon snake is really hard to deal with...

Zhongyao had to walk on foot with bamboos. These bamboos were cut off from around Jilin Mountain Temple. They were full of spiritual energy and were suitable for using the art of true qi sword control.

The true energy of the Nine Earth was poured into her feet, and Zhongyao took one step and ran faster than ordinary people. He arrived outside the River Temple in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Today, many people came to inquire, and some of them must have been informed of the uncle's family."

Zhong Shancun led a team of town guards outside the temple and reported to Zhong Yao in this way.

The current situation is unclear, and I am worried that someone will be mixed with the pilgrims and borrowing the incense from the River Temple is not good for Ao Yingying, so the River Temple has been closed.

It is normal for someone to inquire, but it is a small move, so Zhongyao felt a little relieved.

Zhongyao ordered: "You go and have a rest, you can also go to the uncle's house to see your mother, or go back to Ziyuan to listen to the class."

Zhong Shancun shook his head firmly: "Since the village master is here, I will naturally be by the village master and wait for the order to be sent at any time."

Zhongyao didn't force himself, and sat cross-legged on the big rock outside the temple, using his fingers as a knife, and cutting bamboo to create a sword.

Zhong Shanxian looked around and saw Zhong Yao stretching his fingers to gently stroke the green bamboo quietly cracking, and there was no light of the sword energy between his fingers. It was originally an unusual movement, but it was as natural as the sun and the moon rotated, and the stars rose and fell. It was amazing.

When I saw Zhongyao's expression calm and he was like playing a piano again, he was not only relaxed and freehand, but also felt the pleasure of immersed in it, which was even more shocking.

After Zhongyao cut a large bamboo into dozens of thin bamboo slices, Zhong Shancun couldn't help asking: "Mr., are you practicing?"

Zhongyao nodded. This is of course a practice, just like using the soil and rice seedlings as spiritual foundations when plowing the fields and circulates innate cycles. When dissecting these green bamboos, they also circulates innate cycles, which can absorb the remaining spiritual energy in the bamboo, and the wood-like nature of the Five Elements Qi Sea can be slightly strengthened in this cycle.

Zhong Shancun asked again: "Then can we practice like this?"

Zhong Yao smiled and said, "You can do it when I and that old man and I sorted out the practice method."

Zhong Shancun laughed and said, "Then isn't it equivalent to practicing as long as we work?"

It is worthy of being the Zhong family's goodness and extremely intelligent, and you can see the specialty and advantages of this method of practice at once.

This is exactly what Zhong Yao hopes. He has no feelings about sitting in a hole and practicing Qi. In ordinary people, as a monk, he must be extraordinary, but in his opinion, he does not work in production, only knows how to plunder. Only by connecting production and practice can he follow the mortal path he told the old man.

Now that I can’t practice, but I can understand the meaning of Tao, Zhong Yao talked about the way of everyone to Zhong Shancun.

Halfway through the cliff, below the cliff, there was a faint sound of a shrill bronze horn sounding in the direction of Shujia Town.

Zhong Shancun whispered: "No, something happened to my mother and Uncle Zhizhong!"

Zhongyao frowned, but a big rock fell in his heart. Uncle's family... No, maybe not only Uncle's family have finally made some moves.

Let Zhong Shancun take the village guards over to investigate, and Zhong Yao sat upright outside the temple gate, focusing on guard.

If something really happens, this is the other party’s goal.

It depends on how powerful they will have and what means they will use to deal with themselves and Ao Yingying.

The smoke from the incense table in the temple stretched slowly, condensed into a large wavy head, making a misty sound at Zhongyao.

"Damn it! Who threw the statue of Du Jiang River God into the river, but was still roasted by the power of incense, which attracted all the water demons of Du Jiang to come over!"

Ao Yingying's tone was a little panicked: "I have to hide in the water palace and mobilize the water vapor to rinse away the divine power of the Dujiang River God. I will not be able to take care of the River God Temple for a while. Can you keep it?"

This evil dragon was not stupid either. He guessed that the other party's purpose was to suppress her and facilitate her attack in the River Temple.

Zhongyao looked at the bottom of the cliff, two or three hundred feet away, and a few black-panned boats had just landed, and hundreds of people with mixed clothes jumped down, with several Taoist priests inside.

Looking at the green bamboo scattered on the ground, Zhong Yao said calmly: "What's the point of a group of mobs?"

Sprinkle the bamboo sword stuffed in the skin and connect the newly cut bamboo slices on the ground. Zhong Yao took a deep breath and waited for it.

The group of people rushed to the cliff about a hundred feet below and saw Zhongyao clearly. They were shocked and suspicious for a moment and stopped moving forward.

The Taoist dressed in a purple robe came out and called out loudly: "Is the Lord of Zhongxiang in front of me? I am the King of Yinlongguan in the capital, please ask for advice if you have any questions!"

Zhongyao raised his hand, and a bamboo sword rose, and the clear light was floating, ready to go.
Chapter completed!