Chapter 421

The heavy eyelids, after a struggle, finally opened slowly, and the scenery of the eyes became clear gradually.

What entered Lu Qingshan's eyes was a yellowing tent roof.

Looking at the dirty and shabby canopy, his memory before coma flooded in.

Daoji was extracted, and in case of serious injury, he also used Zhentian.

Even with the power of forgetting the river, his state is only from terrible to not so bad.

So after he forced himself to cut off his Daoji, he just passed out of control.

Lu Qingshan struggled and sat up slowly supporting his body with his arms.

After sitting up, he calmed down and sank into the Dantian.

His Yuanying was still sitting in the Dan field, but at this time, his light was dim, his eyes were closed, like sleeping, and no power came out.

Since he cut the Taoist base, he must rebuild the Taoist base from the realm of Qi refining.

Before Daoji was rebuilt, he was a mortal who lost all his accomplishments.

However, although the cultivation has been lost, his realm is still there.

Therefore, compared with the first practice, this way of re cultivating the foundation of Taoism is naturally much easier.

Because his cultivation will not encounter any bottleneck until he recovers to the initial stage of Yuanying.

"It's really back before liberation..." Lu Qingshan felt the situation in his body and said with emotion: "take this opportunity to create a real flawless road base."

He ruthlessly cut off his Daoji in order to make up for the lost sheep.

Fortunately, he found the problem early.

If he found the problem of Daoji only after he reached the six or seven realms of practice, it would be too expensive to reshape Daoji at that time.

Moreover, it is definitely not easy to completely pull away from your Tao base intact from your body.

Fortunately, the Mountain Ghost's magic power is strong enough.

In that case, the Mountain Ghost actually helped him find out his problems in advance.

What a good ghost.

Lu Qingshan sighed.

In his elixir field, in addition to the dim Yuanying, 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 mountain and sea is equivalent to the spiritual power of friars in the later period of Jindan.

But this is a one-off, and there is no way to recover after using it. Therefore, you must save some money before repairing your spiritual power.

Lu Qingshan withdrew from Dantian with a slight frown. Only then did he begin to notice his situation, "where is this?"

Just then, the curtain of the tent was lifted.

Lu Qingshan looked at the curtain.

He didn't put down his guard until two tall and thin figures appeared in his sight.

"Young master, are you awake?" the tall figure was Qin Yitian. He was glad to see Lu Qingshan wake up.

The thin figure is a little girl, yellow and skinny. In her eyes, she also has a happy color, and is also mixed with a trace of timidity.

It was a little girl from the sheep tribe who had previously received him a "moon cake" and told him all the news about Lei gongchi.

In this way, I should be in the "sheep" tribe now.

Lu Qingshan quickly reacted.

Under Lu Qingshan's gaze, Yang Qing'er panicked and rubbed his clothes with his left hand, but he still summoned up his courage, put the old pottery bowl on his hand, handed it to Lu Qingshan and said timidly, "you're seriously injured. You'll be better after drinking this..."

Lu Qingshan looked at the pottery bowl handed over by Yang qinger. There were some green paste like liquids in the bowl, and an unpleasant smell came to his face.

It seems that he is afraid of Lu Qingshan's dislike. Yang qinger quickly added: "if the men in the tribe are injured, they all drink a bowl of Tibetan medicine and will recover soon."

"This is the herbal medicine that Qing'er picked from climbing the cliff of the canyon and boiled it," Qin Yitian said. "Childe, you've been in a coma for three days."

"Let you worry," Lu Qingshan said softly to Qin Yitian.

Then he smiled kindly at Yang Qing'er, took the bowl of so-called "Tibetan medicine" and drank it up.

He turned the pottery bowl upside down and shook it at Yang Qing'er, indicating that he had drunk no more drops.

Yang Qing'er smiled shyly.

"My name is yangqing'er." yangqing'er carefully looked at the landing green mountain, and then whispered.

"My name is Lu Qingshan. I don't know what's going on. How could I be here?" Lu Qingshan smiled gently at the little girl.

"When I went to pick food for yang'er, I met sister Yitian walking out from the inside with you covered with blood..." Yang Qing'er said inside, which naturally refers to Lei gongchi. "I saw that you were injured so badly, so I quickly brought you back..."

"But..." Yang Qing'er paused and said carefully, "Grandpa patriarch saw your injury and said you used to be a monk, but now your accomplishments seem to have been completely destroyed. I'm afraid..."

Lu Qingshan was noncommittal, but did not explain.

Dang Dang!

There was a sudden clang outside the tent, mixed with faint cheers.

Yang Qing'er also showed a trace of joy on her face at this time.

"It should be that the hunting team has come back. It seems to have gained something. If you have meat to eat this time, your body can recover faster," Yang Qing'er was very satisfied and asked, "do you want to go out and have a look?"

"Well, good." Lu Qingshan smiled and nodded, then staggered to his feet.

He is not the big muscle bully of physical cultivation, but he used to be a monk Yuanying. His physical quality is naturally much better than ordinary people.

After a short rest, although his whole body was still covered with a thick scab, he had already recovered his ability to move.

Qin Yitian hurried forward and took Lu Qingshan's arm. Although Yang qinger was shy, he also came to help him.

The curtain of the tent was opened, and Lu Qingshan saw a group of men in sheepskin clothes returning triumphantly with a huge piece of meat on their shoulders.

It seems to be a quite successful hunt.

For the "sheep" tribe, a small and poor tribe, there is no complex way to cook food, such as frying and frying.

First, there is not so much attention. Second, there is no so-called seasoning.

They cut the meat into fist sized pieces and threw it into a huge iron pot.

Soon, the smell of meat spread all over the narrow camp.

Yes, the "sheep" tribe still belongs to the primitive system of big pot rice. People eat what they eat and starve what they don't eat.

Yang Qing'er helped Lu Qingshan, looked at the big pot boiling with the meat, and unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

For the children of the "sheep" tribe, who are extremely short of material resources, nothing is better than eating.

In front of the big pot, all the people in the tribe lined up with bowls and women holding spoons.

Women and children can get a piece of meat, while adult men can get two pieces.

"Go and line up." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang qinger's messy hair and smiled.

The little girl was already greedy, but she insisted on helping Lu Qingshan.

"But..." Yang Qing'er hesitated.

"It's all right. Isn't sister Yitian holding me?" Lu Qingshan said.

Yang Qing'er was relieved and hurried to join the team.

After all, I'm still a child.

An old man came with two pottery bowls and handed them to Qin Yitian and Lu Qingshan.

There were two pieces of meat in the bowl, and the hard Nang was torn and soaked in it.

"I'm the head of this tribe," the head of sheep introduced himself.

This is a physical cultivation of the ninth floor of gas refining.

Lu Qingshan looked at the old man and saw his accomplishments.

He didn't refuse the kindness of the sheep patriarch and took the pottery bowl.

This bowl of broth is already a feast for the people of the "sheep" tribe. In Lu Qingshan's opinion, it is not delicious. After all, except for some wild vegetables, there are no other seasonings and spices. It is really very light.

The hard nangs, even if torn and soaked in soup, are still hard to swallow,

But Lu Qingshan still drank up the broth.

"Distinguished guests should not be local people," asked the sheep patriarch, with a smile on his wrinkled face.

"From the East." Lu Qingshan means the eastern region.

But the sheep patriarch obviously didn't want to go so far. He just nodded vaguely, "that's really a far place."

"Your guest was badly injured. Do you want to rest here for a while?" the patriarch of the sheep didn't ask Lu Qingshan why he came here or how he was injured.

This is a kind of wisdom brewed by years.

Lu Qingshan thought about it and finally nodded, "it's quiet and remote here. My injury really needs time to recover. If I can, I also hope to rest here for a few more days. I just don't know if it will bother the head of the sheep clan?"

The sheep leader smiled and said, "no trouble, no trouble."

.......

The head of the sheep clan set up a tent for Lu Qingshan as his residence, and Lu Qingshan stayed temporarily in the "sheep" tribe.

There are no idle people in the "sheep" tribe except children under the age of four or five. Even Yang qinger has to pick weeds everywhere during the day and feed them to the meat sheep raised by the tribe.

Only in the evening will the people in the tribe have some time of their own.

It's night.

Lu Qingshan sat in front of the campfire and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang qinger sat carefully beside Lu Qingshan, a little shy.

"Sir..."

After hesitating for a while, Yang Qing'er's eyes were full of expectation and asked timidly, "can you tell me something outside?"

"What's going on outside..." Lu Qingshan looked at Yang qinger with great interest and said slowly: "the outside world is very big. There are fox immortals, water monsters, river gods, Dragon Kings in the sea, monks seeking longevity on land, and sword practitioners who cut through the jiuchongtian with a sword, refining a flying sword, killing the enemy thousands of miles, or learning a sword skill and looking sideways..."

Following the little girl's mind, Lu Qingshan told her several swordsman stories.

"Swordsman..." the stars twinkled in Yang Qing'er's eyes. "Kill the enemy thousands of miles and look at him vertically and horizontally..."

"Mr. is also a sword repairman?" Yang Qing'er suddenly asked.

"Why do you say that?" Lu Qingshan was stunned.

"I feel that Mr. Yang Qing'er should be." Yang Qing'er pinched the corner of his clothes, thought for a moment, and said like this.

"Really let you guess right." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang qinger's head and suddenly became interested, "do you want to learn?"

"Huh?"

"Sword repair means."

"Ah?!" Yang Qing'er was excited and hesitated. "Can I learn? But the patriarch said I was weak and not suitable for practice..."

"That's the way of physical cultivation," Lu Qingshan said with a smile without explaining the difference between the cultivation system and the little girl. "The way of sword cultivation is different from physical cultivation. It only depends on the practitioner's spirit of the sword, not the flesh and blood."

"I want to learn!" Yang qinger looked at Lu Qingshan, with a divine light in her dark eyes.

Lu Qingshan laughed happily. He picked up a wooden stick from the ground nearby and did nothing. The stick was stirred up and shook gently, like two swords stabbing out.

Then he threw the stick to Yang Qing'er, "try it."

The little girl was shy in nature, but she also summoned up her courage, took a stick and imitated Lu Qingshan's actions.

Hoo Hoo.

The wind broke. Although the power was weak, Lu Qingshan was surprised that Yang qinger, who only watched Lu Qingshan demonstrate once, was playing a model.

A moment later, Yang Qing'er put down his stick breathlessly.

That's true of what she said about her weakness.

"Tired?" Lu Qingshan smiled.

Yang Qing'er nodded, but he was very excited.

"If you are tired, go back and have a rest."

"Well," Yang Qing'er nodded heavily, and then told, "Sir, remember to rest early. Your injury is not well yet. You should rest more."

"OK," Lu Qingshan said.

Yang Qing'er walked to his tent with a stick like a treasure.

As if remembering something, Yang Qing'er looked up at the direction of Leigong pool, "Leigong pool has not had a big thunder outbreak for many days. Is Leigong asleep again?"

She remembered that after seeing Lu Qingshan for the first time, in the following seven or eight days, the big thunder that broke out two or three times that day suddenly stopped breaking out.

After pondering for a while, the little girl who didn't understand the matter didn't think much.

Where can she worry about Lei Gong?

The other side.

Lu Qingshan is also looking at the direction of Lei gongchi and thinking about something.

"Childe, it seems that all the thunder will disappear soon." Qin Yitian sat beside Lu Qingshan and said in a deep voice.

"Indeed," Lu Qingshan nodded, "the reason why Lei gongchi appeared was that Lei Baoshu was born.

As soon as the thunder tree disappears, it will not exist in the thunder for long. It is estimated that by tomorrow, the Lei Gong pool, which 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 help of pills, has healed all his injuries in just ten days,

The scabby scar fell off, revealing the new skin, crystal like jade.

"It's almost time to leave." Lu Qingshan murmured.

Suddenly, Lu Qingshan felt a slight tremor coming from the ground under his feet, and the vibration was still expanding.

It seems that thousands of troops are charging.

Boom, boom!

Heaven and earth are like thunder.

However, two days ago, the thunder pool had completely disappeared.

Lu Qingshan's heart moved. He quickly mobilized the residual force of the sea in his body, hung up in the air, and looked from high to the direction of the explosion.

The canyon where he is now is like a gourd.

The "sheep" tribe is located at the Hulukou of the canyon.

It is said to be a canyon, but the area is actually huge, which is not small compared with a mountain.

Now, in the desert outside the canyon, thousands of sand wolves are running towards Hulukou, rolling up bursts of yellow sand like a sandstorm.

Wherever the lamb goes, a wolf will follow.

That is the sand wolf demon group dormant near the sheep tribe.

The thunder tree turned into powder. After the thunder in Leigong pool gradually dispersed, the sand wolf demon was terrified and the deterrent force that dared not enter the canyon finally disappeared.

The coveting of the "sheep" tribe in the canyon and the intuition that there seems to be a treasure in the canyon finally made these greedy sand wolf demons pour out and rush towards the canyon.

Lu Qingshan looked back at the canyon.

The people of the "sheep" tribe, who had gradually discovered the cause of the earthquake, were already gray and desperate.

This is an extremely terrible wave of medium-sized demons.

This scale of demon tide, in Mogao, except for the powerful nine tribes, no tribe can resist it.

There are only a few thousand families, but there are "sheep" tribes that have existed for an unknown period of time. If there is no accident, today, they will disappear from the mouth of the sand wolf demon tide forever.

"The ground sends out the killing machine, and the dragon and snake land!" the elder of the sheep family wept and was sad in his heart.

The killing machine of the earth burst out, and the monster appeared.

This is the earth trying to destroy their tribe. How do they live?