Chapter 21: Murder in humans, the world is repetitive

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After a struggle, the heavy eyelids finally opened slowly, and the scene of the eyes gradually became clear.
Printed into Lu Qingshan's eyes is a yellow tent roof.
Looking at the filthy and shabby roof, the memories of his unconsciousness flooded like a flood.
Daoji was drawn, and when he was seriously injured, he was over-charged to use the sky.
Even with Wang Chuan's life force, his state only went from terrible to not so terrible.
Therefore, after he forced to cut off his Dao Foundation, he passed out uncontrollably.
Lu Qingshan struggled, slowly supporting his body to sit up with his arms.
After sitting up, he concentrated his mind and sank into his dantian.
His Nascent Soul was still sitting cross-legged in his dantian, but at this time the divine light was dim, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was asleep, no more power came out.
Since he cuts Daoji, he must reshape Daoji from the realm of refining Qi.
Before Daoji was rebuilt, he was a mortal who lost all his cultivation.
However, although the cultivation base was lost, his realm was still there.
Therefore, compared with the first practice, this road of rebuilding the foundation is naturally much easier.
Because his cultivation will not encounter any bottlenecks before his cultivation is restored to the beginning of Yuan Ying.
"It's really back before liberation..." Lu Qingshan felt the situation inside his body and said with emotion, "Take this opportunity to build a truly flawless foundation."
He cruelly cut off his Dao Foundation, just to make up for it.
Fortunately, he discovered the problem early.
If he only discovered the problem of Dao Foundation after he had cultivated to the sixth or seventh level, then the price of reshaping the Dao Foundation would be really too great.
Moreover, it is definitely not an easy task to completely remove one's Dao Foundation from the body intact.
Fortunately, the magical power of this mountain ghost is strong enough.
With that said, Shan Gui actually helped him by helping him find out his own problems in advance.
What a good ghost.
Lu Qingshan sighed.
In his dantian, in addition to the Yuan Ying with dim light, there is actually a layer of shallow dark green spiritual power.
That is the power from the power of mountains and seas, which has not been completely squandered by him.
The remaining part of the power of the mountains and seas is equivalent to the spiritual power of the monks in the late Jindan period.
But this is a one-time use, and there is no way to recover it after using it, so you have to save a bit of it before repairing your spiritual power.
Lu Qingshan withdrew from his dantian intently, frowned slightly, only then began to notice his situation, "Where is this?"
At this moment, the lowered tent curtain was opened.
Lu Qingshan looked at the door curtain.
He didn't let his guard down until two tall and thin figures appeared in his sight.
"My son, are you awake?" The tall figure, Qin Yitian, was full of joy when he saw Lu Qingshan wake up.
The thin figure was a little girl, with a yellowish face and thin skin. Her eyes were also filled with joy, and at the same time there was a hint of timidity.
It was the little girl from the ‘Sheep’ tribe who had previously received a piece of "moon cake" from him and told him all the news about Lei Gongchi.
With that said, I should be in the'sheep' tribe now.
Lu Qingshan quickly reacted.
Under Lu Qingshan's gaze, Yang Qinger panicked for a while, rubbed the corner of her clothes with her left hand uneasy, but still mustered up the courage to hold the old pottery bowl in her hand and hand it to Lu Qingshan. Cowardly said: "You have suffered a serious injury. Drinking this will make it better soon..."
Lu Qingshan glanced at the pottery bowl Yang Qing'er handed over. In the bowl was some green paste-like liquid, and an unpleasant smell came over his face.
As if afraid that Lu Qingshan would dislike him, Yang Qinger quickly added: "If the men in the tribe are injured, they will drink a bowl of'Tibetan medicine' and they will soon recover."
"This is the herbal medicine that Qinger picked up by climbing the canyon wall himself, and then boiled it out," Qin Yitian said, "Master, you have been in a coma for three days."
"It makes you worry." Lu Qingshan knew Qin Yitian softly.
Then he smiled kindly at Yang Qing'er, took the bowl of so-called'Tibetan medicine' and drank it dry.
He turned the pottery bowl upside down and shook it towards Yang Qing'er, indicating that he had drunk no more.
Yang Qinger smiled shyly.
"My name is Yang Qing'er." Yang Qing'er looked at Lu Qingshan carefully, and then whispered.
"My name is Lu Qingshan, I don't know this is the case, why am I here?" Lu Qingshan gave the little girl a gentle smile.
"When I went to pick up and eat for the sheep, I ran into sister Yitian carrying you covered in blood and came out from inside..." Yang Qing'er said inside, referring to Leigongchi naturally, "I Seeing that you were injured so badly, I quickly brought you back..."
"But..." Yang Qing'er paused, and said carefully: "The patriarch grandfather looked at your injury and said that you used to be a monk, but now your cultivation base seems to be completely ruined, I'm afraid... ."
Lu Qingshan was noncommittal, but he did not explain.
Clang clang!
Suddenly there was a clanging sound outside the tent, mixed with faint cheers.
Yang Qing'er also showed a hint of joy at this moment.
"It should be that the hunting team came back. It seems to have gained something. This time you have meat to eat. If you have meat to eat, your body will recover faster," Yang Qing'er was extremely satisfied and asked again with hope: " Do you want to go out and see?"
"Well, okay." Lu Qingshan smiled and nodded, then stood up staggeringly.
He didn't cultivate the kind of big muscle tyrants, but he was once a Yuan Ying monk, and his physical fitness was naturally much better than ordinary people.
After a short rest, although his whole body was still covered with a thick layer of scab, he had already recovered his ability to move.
Qin Yitian hurriedly stepped forward and took Lu Qingshan's arm. Although Yang Qing'er was shy, she also came to support him.
The curtain of the tent opened and Lu Qingshan's eyes were printed with a group of men in sheepskin clothing, carrying a huge piece of meat, and returning triumphantly.
It seems to be a very successful hunt.
For a small and poor tribe like the ‘Sheep’ tribe, there are no complicated ways of cooking food.
One is that there is not so much attention to it, and the other is that there is no so-called seasoning.
They just cut the meat into fist-sized pieces and threw it into a huge iron pot.
After a while, the smell of meat spread throughout this small camp.
Yes, the ‘goat’ tribe still belongs to the primitive system of big pot rice. Those who eat eat together, and those who don’t eat go hungry together.
Yang Qing'er helped Lu Qingshan and swallowed unconsciously as she watched the big pot boiled with meat.
For the children of the ‘sheep’ tribe, who are extremely deficient in material, nothing is better than eating.
In front of the cauldron, all the people in the tribe lined up with bowls, and there were women in charge.
Women and children can be divided into one piece of meat, and adult men can be divided into two pieces.
"Go in line." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's messy hair and smiled.
The little girl was already too greedy, but insisted on helping Lu Qingshan.
"But..." Yang Qing'er hesitated.
"It's okay, isn't this sister Yitian supporting me?" Lu Qingshan said.
Yang Qing'er was relieved and hurriedly joined the team.
After all, he was still a kid.
An old man came over with two pottery bowls and handed them to Qin Yitian and Lu Qingshan.
The bowl contained two pieces of meat, and the hard naan was torn up and soaked in it.
"I am the patriarch of this tribe." The sheep patriarch introduced himself.
This is a nine-layer physical training for refining qi.
Lu Qingshan glanced at the old man to see his cultivation.
He did not reject the kindness of the chief sheep, and took the pottery bowl.
This bowl is already regarded as a feast of broth for the people of the ‘Sheep’ tribe. To Lu Qingshan’s eyes, it’s not very delicious. After all, except for some wild vegetables, there are no other condiments and spices. It is really light.
And those hard naan, even if they are shredded and soaked in the soup, are still hard to swallow.
But Lu Qingshan still drank the broth.
"The distinguished guest shouldn't be a local person, right?" Patriarch Yang asked, with a smile on his wrinkled face.
"From the East." Lu Qingshan means Eastern Region.
But Patriarch Yang obviously didn't expect to go so far, he just nodded faintly, "That is indeed a far place."
"The guest was seriously injured. Would you like to rest here for a while?" Patriarch Yang did not ask Lu Qingshan why he came here, nor how he was injured.
This is a kind of wisdom brewed over time.
Lu Qingshan thought for a while, and finally nodded, "It's quiet and remote. I really need time to recover from the injury. If I can, I hope I can rest here for a few more days, but I don't know if it will trouble the sheep. Patriarch?"
Chief Sheep smiled and said, "No trouble, no trouble."
.......
The patriarch of Sheep set up a tent for Lu Qingshan as a residence, and Lu Qingshan stayed temporarily in the "Sheep" tribe.
Except for children under the age of four or five, there are no idlers in the ‘Sheep’ tribe. Even Yang Qing’er has to go picking weeds and feeding them to the mutton sheep in the tribe during the day.
Only at night, the people in the tribe will have some time of their own.
That night.
Lu Qingshan sat in front of the campfire, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yang Qing'er carefully sat beside Lu Qingshan, a little embarrassed.
"Mr......"
After hesitating, Yang Qing'er's eyes were full of expectation, and she asked timidly, "Can you tell me something outside?"
"Something outside..." Lu Qingshan looked at Yang Qing'er with interest, and said slowly: "The outside world is very big, with fox fairies, water monsters, river gods, and the dragon king in the sea. There are cultivators on the land who seek longevity, as well as sword cultivators who cut through the Nine Heavens with a single sword, practice a flying sword, kill the enemy thousands of miles, or practice a sword skill, looking at it horizontally and horizontally..."
Following the little girl's thoughts, Lu Qingshan told her a few swordsman stories.
"Swordsman..." Yang Qing'er's eyes flashed with stars, "Kill the enemy thousands of miles, looking at you vertically and horizontally..."
"Mr. is also a sword repairer?" Yang Qinger asked suddenly.
"Why do you say that?" Lu Qingshan was startled.
"Just feel, I feel that Mr. should be." Yang Qing'er pinched the corner of her clothes, thought for a while, said like this.
"You really guessed it right." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's head, and suddenly became interested, "Want to learn?"
"Ok?"
"The method of sword repair."
"Ah?!" Yang Qing'er was a little excited and hesitated, "Can I learn? But the patriarch said that I am weak and not suitable for practice..."
"That's the way of physical cultivation," Lu Qingshan didn't explain the difference in the cultivation system with the little girl, but smiled: "The way of sword cultivation is different from physical cultivation. It only depends on the spirituality of the cultivator's sword, not the flesh and blood. ."
"I want to learn!" Yang Qing'er looked at Lu Qingshan, with divine light in her dark eyes, extremely bright.
Lu Qingshan laughed and picked up a wooden stick from the ground next to him. If nothing happened, the wooden stick was picked up and shook lightly, like two swords pierced out.
Then, he threw the stick to Yang Qing'er, "Try it."
The little girl was shy by nature, but she also plucked up courage, holding a wooden stick, and imitating Lu Qingshan's movements just now.
Huhu.
The sound of the wind broke, although the strength was weak, but only to watch the Yang Qing'er who Lu Qingshan demonstrated again, it was actually considered to be playful, which made Lu Qingshan a little surprised.
After a while, Yang Qing'er put down the wooden stick in her hand panting.
She said that she was weak, and that was true.
"Tired?" Lu Qingshan smiled.
Yang Qing'er nodded, but was very excited.
"Go back and rest when you are tired."
"Yeah," Yang Qing'er nodded heavily, and then exhorted: "Mr. also remember to rest earlier. Your injury is not healed, so take more rest."
"Good." Lu Qingshan replied.
Yang Qing'er took a wooden stick, like a treasure, and walked to her tent in shattered steps.
As if thinking of something, Yang Qing'er raised her head and glanced in the direction of Leigongchi, "Leigongchi hasn't broken out for many days. Could it be that Lei Gong is asleep again?"
She remembered that after seeing Lu Qingshan for the first time, in the following seven or eight days, the two or three thunders that broke out on that day suddenly stopped.
After pondering for a while, the little girl who didn't understand this matter didn't think much.
What is her turn to worry about Lei Gong?
the other side.
Lu Qingshan was also looking at the direction of Lei Gongchi, thinking about something.
"My son, the thunder seems to be all gone soon." Qin Yitian said while sitting beside Lu Qingshan.
"Indeed," Lu Qingshan nodded, "Lei Gongchi appeared because of the thunder tree.
Once the Thunder Treasure Tree disappeared, it wouldn't last long in Thunder. It is estimated that by tomorrow, this thunder gong pool that has existed for thousands of years will completely disappear. "
.......
Lu Qingshan stayed in the'Sheep' tribe for another three days.
The monk’s strong physical quality, coupled with the aid of the pill, all his injuries have been healed in just ten days.
The scabs fell off, revealing the new skin, crystal clear as jade.
"It's almost time to leave." Lu Qingshan muttered.
Suddenly, Lu Qingshan felt a slight tremor from the ground under his feet, and the vibration was still expanding.
There seemed to be thousands of troops charging.
Boom boom boom!
The world is like a thunder.
But the Thunder Lord's Pond, where the thunder was born, had clearly disappeared two days ago.
With a move in Lu Qingshan's heart, he hurriedly mobilized the small amount of sea power remaining in his body, hung in the air, and looked in the direction of the thunder from a height.
The canyon he is in now has an overall structure like a gourd.
The ‘Sheep’ tribe is at the mouth of the gourd in the canyon.
It is said to be a canyon, but the area is actually huge, compared with a mountain range.
And now, in the desert outside that canyon, thousands of sand wolves are rushing toward the mouth of the gourd, rolling up waves of yellow sand, like a sandstorm.
Wherever the lamb goes, there will be a wolf with it.
It is the sand wolf demon group dormant near the sheep tribe.
The Thunder Treasure Tree turned into powder, and after the thunder of Leigong Pond gradually dissipated, the Sand Wolf demon was so jealous that the deterrent power that did not dare to enter the canyon finally disappeared.
The coveting of the'sheep' tribesmen in the canyon, and the intuition that there seems to be treasures in the canyon in the dark, made these greedy sand wolf monsters finally couldn't help them, pouring out and heading towards the canyon. Flooding.
Lu Qingshan looked back at the gorge~EbookFREE.me~ The ‘sheep’ tribesmen who had gradually realized the cause of the earthquake were already ashamed and desperate.
This is a wave of extremely terrifying medium-sized monsters.
A monster wave of this scale, in Mogao, apart from the powerful Nine Clan, no tribe can withstand it.
There are hundreds of families with only a thousand people, but they are ‘sheep’ tribes that have existed for an unknown period of time. If nothing else, today, they will disappear forever in the mouth of the sand wolf monster tide.
"The ground is killing intent, the dragon and the snake rise on the land!" The sheep clan elder burst into tears, and his heart was sad.
The murderous intent of the earth burst, and the monster appeared.
This is how the earth wants to destroy their tribe. How can they live?
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