Vol 3 Chapter 999: Daxia Ceduo Shengwa

Queshan Hou Country, Dushan Island.
In recent years, the Que Ling clan, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, has had a hard time. The ancestors of the Que Ling clan were granted the emperor of the first emperor of the Great Yin and established the Que Ling Hou State.
In the 40,000 years, the 108 princes who were entrusted by the Emperor Da Yin at that time, and there are not many inheritances.
Over the long years, the Que Ling clan has also experienced ups and downs. For the Que Ling tribe, they believe that this will be the same as before, and it will be a short-term downturn, and the Que Ling clan will eventually return to its prosperity.
Dushan Island, Magpie Palace.
"Cough cough~~" Que Lingya couldn't stop coughing. In just a hundred years, his hair has been gray, his face is old, and his blood is indistinguishable from the twilight old man. Today's injuries are still getting worse, I guess It has not been a hundred years to live.
The grand occasion that once broke through the third step of the land development has completely become yesterday's yellow flower, and now he is just a lingering wounded.
Not only that, almost every moment, he has to endure the pain from his body, and years of torture have prevented him from shooting.
In the clan hall, there are many people, all of whom are the elders of the Que Ling clan and the uncle who ruled the lower kingdom.
At the time when the Great Yin King's court awarded Que Ling ancestors, there were also a group of loyal warriors under the Que Ling ancestors.
Everyone will work with you. Afterwards, you will benefit from it. Naturally, you should share it together. You have to give others a mouthful of soup when you eat meat.
Therefore, in order to appreciate the merits, the ancestors of the Magpie Spirit have divided some places in the territory of the Magpie Hou Kingdom, and given them to their subordinates who are loyal to the warriors to shelter and establish a country that belongs to the Magpie Spirit.
In addition, over the long years, in the process of inheritance of the Que Ling clan, sometimes the head of the Que Ling clan has many heirs, and sometimes more than one person is favored. However, the Que Ling can only be inherited by one person, and the other is favored. Heirs, will also set up a part of the country.
Nowadays ups and downs, there are a total of nine Bos belonging to the Queshan Hou State. Of course, the territory owned by the Bos belonging to the Queshan vassal is incomparable to that of the former Bos in the frontier, and the area is relatively small. .
By the way, it was half a year ago for the nine vassals of the country, and they are still under the orders of the people of the Queshan Hou country.
"Asshole, when Liu Ling followed her ancestors, she had a place to live, but now she dares to abandon my clan."
In the clan hall, an elderly elder of the Que Ling clan, with white beard and anger.
Just half a year ago, the Liu Mubo tribe, who was in the westernmost part of Queshanhou, broke away from Queshan, and its uncle married a daughter of an elder from the Fubohou tribe in the west of Queling.
At this moment, the invitation to the marriage was placed on the wooden case in front of the Que Lingdu.
Slap!
This is not what a proper face slap is!
The invitations are all sent to the clan, where will the Queshan Hou country be.
"I can't forget it. I was able to grant him a confinement by the Que Ling clan back then, and now I can take it back."
"Yes, you can never forget it. There will be Liumu today, and there may be other uncles tomorrow."
"You can't give in, you must kill the chicken and the monkey, let them know that even if my ancestor is gone, it is not so easy to recognize people!"
The elders of the Que Ling clan clamored, making the faces of the other five uncles in the hall look a little ugly. What does this mean? Isn't this referring to Sang Shuhuai!
The remaining five uncles in the clan hall are all descendants of the Que Ling clan. Their ancestors were also direct blood children of the Que Ling clan of a certain generation. Later, they received the royal seal from the Que Ling Hou lord and set a place in the Queshan Hou State. , Established the ancestral temple ancestral temple.
Of course, even though they were all born in the Que Ling clan, their blood relationship has already come out for so many years.
"Patriarch!"
Waking up by the clan elder's shout, Que Ling was a bit bitter. Since he took over the Que Ling clan, the Que Ling clan has been in bad luck over the years, and now many people in the clan are dissatisfied with him.
"I'll go." This is Que Lingya coughing loudly.
"Old Patriarch, you~"
Magpie Lingya said: "Ahem~ At this point, the real root of the Magpie Ling family is with me. If it wasn't for my decision to make a mistake, it wouldn't be the case. Since Willow wants to leave my Magpie Spirit, let them go. .
My dignified Que Ling clan has been passed down for 40,000 years. What kind of big storms have not been seen, but now it is only a temporary decline. What is there to be afraid of. "
Que Lingya was the clan leader of the previous generation at any rate. He had been in the Que Ling clan for thousands of years. Even if he was severely injured now, the remaining power was still there. As soon as he opened his mouth, the many elders who had just shouted stopped one by one.
"Elder Wanfa is still walking in the palace on the 9th, and my Queling clan and the geniuses of the town clan can't collapse!"
Looking at the elders in the hall, Que Lingya also felt a sense of powerlessness. Why did Tang Tang Que Ling get into this situation? It was really a wall that was pushed by everyone. Que Ling just showed a trace of weakness, and everyone around was going to rush to take a bite. .
At this moment, there were noises, chaotic footsteps, and eagles crowing outside the clan hall.
For a while, the frustrated Magpie Ling shouted, "Who is making noise outside the door."
咚咚咚咚~
Outside the clan hall, a middle-aged man who was servant of the wind and dust rushed into the hall without paying attention to the people in the hall. He opened and shouted: "The ancestor ~ the ancestor is back!"
what!
In an instant, everyone in the entire clan hall was taken aback for a moment and then reacted.
"What did you say, say it again."
In the blink of an eye, a group of elders surrounded the middle-aged people who rushed in.
"Really, Que Lingshan, you say it again."
At the top of the main hall, Que Lingya and Que Ling both looked at each other, and then the Que Ling roared and rushed down from the seat, pushing away the surrounding elders.
"Get out of me!"
The Magpie Spirit City rushed into the crowd, grabbed the Magpie Mountain, carried it in front of him, and asked: "Quie Ling Mountain, do you know what you are talking about!"
Now in the entire clan, who didn’t know that the ancestors went to the ruins of the border and desolate gods, and were swallowed up by the ruins, not only the ancestors of the other clan, but also the blood of the ancient clan, and even the strong man in the Hu Benwei .
Some things can't be said nonsense.
"Really, really, the ancestor's destiny soldier Xuan Huang Tianji~"
The Queling Mountain being carried, waiting for the big eyes, said loudly: "The ancestor's Xuanhuang Tianji, I saw the ancestor's Xuanhuang Euphorbia, it can't be wrong."
Xuanhuang Euphorbia!
For a while, the elders in the hall gathered around again, shouting in a mess.
"Where is the ancestor, say it quickly."
"Go, let's welcome back our ancestors."
"Haha, the sky will not destroy my magpie spirit."
"The ancestors return and live the third life, I am God blessed by the magpie spirit!"
...
Magpie Spirit held Magpie Spirit Mountain's hand and slowly released it, only feeling that the weight of Wanwan Jun on his body was much lighter. Over the years, he, the Magpie Spirit clan master, was really too difficult.
It can't be wrong, the ancestor's destiny soldier Xuan Huang Tianji, if there is any basis for reincarnating people, in addition to the awakened consciousness, it is the natal destiny soldier.
The Xuanhuang Tianji is a magic weapon that the ancestor has nurtured for two lives, and it is impossible for others to easily obtain it.
The ancestor must have encountered danger in the relics of the kingdom of God, and then was forced to step into the reincarnation ahead of time. God blessed the magpie spirit and allowed the ancestor to reincarnate safely.
"Quickly, get ready to meet the ancestors!"
The Que Ling clan, who had been suppressed for a hundred years, seemed like a volcano that had been accumulated for a long time, suddenly erupting.
For a hundred years, the clan luck has collapsed, the surrounding tribes have continued to oppress the magpie spirit, and the ancestors have returned. Those who bit the magpie spirit must spit out the meat.
Greet the ancestors and return to the family!
...
Borderland, Daxia.
In the Wanyu Guarding Post on the west side of Phoenix City, the spiritual field surrounds the guarding post, and there is a wave of wheat in your eyes, and many people in the farmland are bowing their heads and busy.
There was a sound in a large stone yard northwest of the guard station. In the center of the yard, a witchcraft plow stood upside down. The shape of this witch plow was like a magnified nine-tooth nail rake.
Each rake tooth has the thickness of an arm, the bottom is extremely sharp, and there are runes and lines on the surface.
"Come here." Outside the stone courtyard, Lin Tong led a group of domesticated bulls, set the rods in front of Wuli on the bulls, and began to drive the bulls forward.
Nine plow blades glowed with a faint black light, and did not submerge in the soil. They were dragged away from the stone courtyard by the wild cattle, and soon came to a small wasteland between the spiritual fields.
The mud in the wasteland was undulating, and a group of young people had been busy here for half a year. At this moment, the wild bull was pulling Wuli into the wasteland and was immediately surrounded by a group of people.
The people at the Manwa Guardian have long been familiar with them, and the wizards who know this group of young people are studying a tool that can help them level the ground.
This is a rare thing. The high-ranking wizards even care for the mud legs to farm. I heard that when in the tribe, wizards would not go out hunting.
"Hurry up, inlay the beast core."
At the urging of everyone, a young girl named Mengling took out a second-order beast core from the small animal skin bag she carried and embedded it in the top groove of Wu Li.
Hum!
Suddenly, the engulfing of energy made Wuli's spirits flourish, and the winding lines were connected together, covering the nine plough teeth, and there was a faint buzzing sound.
"Ahuang walk around."
Hearing the greeting, the old barren cow began to drag Wuli forward. The nine plough teeth were two feet long, all of which were submerged in the mud. As the old cow dragged, a large amount of mud was turned up.
On the overturned soil, a faint wave penetrated into the soil.
"It's dead, let's see if it's a millet."
"Really, the millet is really bad. It is hidden underground and gnaws on the roots of the millet. It is not easy to find. By the time it is discovered, the millet has withered."
"Now it's good. When leveling the ground, kill the millet hidden under the soil."
"Look, it's the egg of a feather moth."
"There's still another, it's a fat worm."
...
Seeing the corpses of many small insects appeared on the soil that was turned over, the people surrounding them suddenly started talking.
Farmers hate these bugs in the soil and eat their own crops.
"This Wuli is really amazing."
Seeing that the witch formation painted on the rake can really kill the insects hidden in the soil, the young people around the rake are very happy.
This is the first time they have made a witch tool. Although the structure is very simple, it depicts a witch array on the original rake, and adds a witchcraft sound wave array pattern, which is for the whole family’s planted spirit field. , But it has great benefits.
Just a few small formation patterns, I didn't expect it to be so effective.
The clan owner is right, and applying what you have learned is the real witchcraft.
...
At this moment, Xia Tuo, who created an ancestor for the Que Ling clan, was looking for a spirit tree to hang himself in the summer garden, and he was furious.
Xiang him, the grandmaster of the Xia family, unexpectedly has such a stupid kid.
This account has not been raised yet, is it going to be a trumpet?
Standing in front of Xia Tuo, Xia Qianyuan looked at his father pitifully, and said aggrieved: "Daddy, I heard others say that there is a kind of bird in the great wilderness. They can't fly high, so he lays an egg and hatches him. Fly~~Fly..."
"Fuck off!"
Before Xia Qianyuan finished flying, Xia Tuo couldn't help it anymore and waved directly to let this little go.
No, so he wouldn't be an old bastard.
"Come back, who told you this story."
"It's Aunt Qiao'er, he said you once told Grandpa Wu."
"You get me back...
Hearing that Xia Qianyuan ran faster, he was a fool when he returned.
After pouring the water in the pottery cup on the wooden table fiercely, Xia Tuo's inner fire was just now, and the boy Xia Qianyuan recently destroyed him.
"Master, the younger brother is already very powerful. A doll of this age is already at the forefront." Outside Shiting, a pair of urns stood up and said, seeing Xia Tuo going back and forth, he subconsciously touched his own. Back of head.
Putting down the cup in his hand, Xia Tuo said that he didn't know the hardship of being a father when he was improper. This was simply a beating heart arrest.
During the recent period, his temper has risen significantly.
Tweeted~
With a soft cry, a blue-violet divine light shot from outside the garden and fell in front of Xia Tuo. Zi Luan opened his mouth and spit out a jade talisman, which Xia Tuo waved and fell in front of him.
The spiritual thoughts were submerged in the jade talisman, and Xia Tuo immediately sensed the situation.
It was passed back by Qiao'er, who asked him to select young people in the clan to prepare for the reform of the clan. I have to say that young people are flexible in their minds and have no conventional restrictions.
"Farm tools are made."
Putting down the jade talisman in his hand, Xia Tuo showed a smile. For witchcraft, making some small farm tools was simply a simple matter, and what was missing was a thinking concept.
These few witchcraft apprentices and sorcerers can improve farming tools. A small farming tool seems inconspicuous, but it can increase the yield of spiritual rice when used well. An acre of land yields an extra stone of rice, and there are hundreds of millions of rice under the command of Daxia. How much output will increase in the spiritual field and how many people can it support.
Seriously, it really just lacks an idea.
Clothing, food, shelter, and transportation are also the embodiment of human civilization, not just martial arts.
If the wasteland land can be cultivated, the people will be rich and rich, and the power of the wasteland may not be able to compete with the royal court outside the territory.
Before he knew it, Xia Tuo's mind was a little swollen.
If there is no shortage of people and resources, it is equivalent to laying the foundation for martial arts practice. Therefore, the construction of the grassroots is also very important. Without the foundation of ordinary people, no one can build a high-level martial arts.
Today, Daxia’s problem lies in the accumulation of its heritage.
Outside the Xiayuan, there was a young man wearing a costume with a big summer totem pattern, holding a stack of scrolls and jade slips, and walking towards Xiayuan.
"Qizi Patriarch, this is a document from various places yesterday.
The young man is Xia Pavilion's minister, and his task is to send a copy of the affairs handled by the clan court the day before to Xia Garden every day.
Since the last clan meeting, everyone in the clan court suddenly discovered that the patriarch, who had always been lazy, was working hard, paying attention to clan affairs every day.
Xia Tuo paid attention to the clan court, not for the promotion of those who were in charge of warriors, the share of salt and wine in those places, he looked at the instability of those places, and the population, taxes, and the quantity and output of the spiritual land under the clan court.
Not long ago, he issued an decree that all local authorities, population, spiritual fields, and martial arts practice in the city under his jurisdiction will be used as evaluation items for promotion, and promotion cannot be done without one.
The Daxia Clan is now most concerned about population, and if the population wants to increase, it needs to take care of Lingtian, local Jingping, medical treatment, and basic martial arts training. So Xia Tuo has begun to pay close attention to this aspect.
In short, Daxia's current clan policy is people-oriented, and the people in various places are in charge of the military, and the population under the rule increases every year. This is a rigid indicator.
Of course, if the warriors in various places find this thing simple, and let the tribesmen in the city work hard at home to make babies, that will not work. The population has to keep up with the corresponding medical treatment, training, food and accommodation.
Don't let your baby die before he grows up. It won't work if he doesn't have the resources to train in the initial martial arts.
Such people are caught one by one, and the serious ones are killed directly, and the ethnic group is also implicated, or they are demoted to mine slaves, or exiled to the wild and ancient land.
Anyway, Xia Tuo has been ruthless, and the clan wants a population. Now the clan has a population of 7 billion. He has been recuperating for a hundred years, even two or three hundred years, and let everyone go. He still doesn't believe in dissatisfaction and famine.
Daxia is not an extraterritorial tribe. The tribal system implemented in Daxia is almost entirely dependent on hunting. Daxia has spiritual fields, and where there is land and land, there is food to eat. The so-called warmth and love, making a baby is not a matter of course.
So much so that now ~EbookFREE.me~ he thinks whether to build a trumpet, as the leader of the Daxia clan, set an example for the whole clan, and give birth to many children.
Let's have a baby together.
The Frontier Desolation is huge, even if it is not enough, there are vast and endless wild and ancient land, as well as other areas of the Great Desolation.
Multiple births are the basic family policy established by Daxia. It is guaranteed that no changes will be made for at least three hundred years, and we must continue unswervingly!
In order to let ordinary people live in peace, Xia Tuo, the clan owner, can be said to have broken his heart. He asked the wizard to study farm tools and let the land and city gods drive away the ghosts. Anyway, everything is based on people's livelihood.
I took a look at the many affairs brought back by the cabinet, Xia Tuo put it down, and the clan policy of the clan family has been distributed to all places under the rule. In the past few hundred years, Daxia's internal affairs have been fairly stable, and it has gone through many generations. With blood inheritance, the people of the tribe have also devoted themselves to Daxia.
With a large number of people, and returning to the clan, Daxia's luck will become more prosperous, and the luck will prosper, so that he can be qualified to resist the big pits that others have dug him, and then blow their heads one by one.
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