Keeping a low profile, Wei Yuan felt that he had understood the true meaning of these four words in the past month, and he had not provoked or gone out to fight for a whole month.
In front of Wei Yuan, there is an endless grain field. The seedlings have grown to about a foot high. The harvest season will be in less than a month. At this time, the seedlings in the field are still a little sparse and uneven in height. It is estimated that one acre of grain can produce two hundred
catty.
This 100,000-acre grain field is all newly cultivated land. Wei Yuan scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and could feel that the toxicity in the land was being absorbed by the seedlings little by little, and then slowly transformed. The estimated output of the next grain production season is
It can be increased by 10%. When Jiamu Shengxuan recovers, it can be increased by another 10%.
The yield of top-grade fertile land in the human domain is about 400 kilograms. Qingming has only been established for nearly a year now, and the yield of the best fields is already more than 300 kilograms per mu. With time and when the world changes further, it should not be a problem to reach the standard of top-grade fertile land.
Wei Yuan not only grows his own grain, but also purchases large quantities of surrounding grain, which has raised the price of grain throughout the Western Regions.
Not far from Wei Yuan's sight, there is still a piece of gray-black sludge. However, the sludge has stopped expanding and its toxicity is slowly being removed.
When he thought that the grain harvest season was less than a month away, Wei Yuan felt happy and secretly thought in his heart: "Gather up the grains and wait for the harvest..."
Wei Yuan suddenly became alert and quickly pushed these words out of his mind.
At this time, Yu Zhizhuo flew over, threw a box towards Wei Yuan from a distance, then turned around and left. Wei Yuan caught the box and said, "Uncle Master, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
Yu Zhizhuo's voice faded away: "I just discovered a high-quality mineral vein in the west. There may be spiritual objects. I have to go and capture it. In the box is your gun, which has been modified."
Before I finished speaking, I knew that the humble man had gone far away.
Wei Yuan opened the box and saw a five-foot-long short gun inside. It was white jade in color and covered with golden hollow patterns. At first glance, Wei Yuan could hardly recognize that it was his own Wugou Reincarnation.
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The Muzan Reincarnation at this moment has been re-refined by Yu Zhizhuo, and its structure and formation have been changed. It can now also be inserted into Wei Yuan's flying sword magazine, fire flying swords continuously, and a handle is added to the rear end.
It is convenient for Wei Yuan to hold and aim when launching the flying sword. There is still a card slot at the muzzle for the Feiye Zhuxian Sword to be installed.
Picking up Muzan Tensei, Wei Yuan went to the shooting range to try out the gun. This gun is now equivalent to a top-grade magical weapon. It is naturally much more powerful than the gun Wei Yuan made at random. It has comprehensive range, rate of fire and power.
Crush. Each flying sword shot has the power of Daoji's full blow.
It's just that at this moment, after Wei Yuan returned to Qingming, the mountains and rivers of Wanli recovered, and the daily Taoist power naturally recovered dozens of times than before, and the Kaihui Taoji warriors also increased to ten. Under their work day and night
, there are now mountains of flying swords in the Daoji, tens of thousands of them. Looking at the small mountain of flying swords, Wei Yuan felt for the first time that Muzan Tensei's gun barrels were a little short.
At this time, Wei Yuan thought of Xu Wenwu's toad. Looking back now, this guy had the foresight to either use too many weapons or to control them harshly. Unlike Wei Yuan, who was half-up and down, he was too shy to talk about firepower.
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After putting away Muzan Reincarnation, Wei Yuan took out the map and started planning new grain fields.
Now Qingming's coverage area has reached 300 miles, so this time Weiyuan planned two phases of new fields, each with an area of ​​500,000 acres. When the two phases of new fields are completed, there will be 2 million acres of farmland in the boundary, with a yield of 2 million acres per season.
There are 400 million kilograms of grain. Wei Yuan is already considering whether to introduce weights and measures from the outer world. Otherwise, the current number is too large and accounting will be difficult.
Just as Wei Yuan was struggling for Guangji Liang, someone suddenly came to report: "Boundary Lord, Zhao Guo Zhenshan Jiedushi Li Zhi sent an urgent report! He was defeated in an ambush and was surrounded by mountain people in Ashan. Please send troops to the Lord.
Rescue!"
"What?" Wei Yuan was startled, reached out to grab the emergency report, and read it carefully.
A map was attached to the letter asking for help, indicating the location of Ashan, as well as the surrounding mountain people's positions and the general distribution of troops. A little bit of Li Zhi's Taoist power was also attached to the letter to distinguish the authenticity.
The letter said that Li Zhi led his army to fight with the mountain people and was accidentally ambushed. Now there are only 5,000 troops left with him, and there are hundreds of thousands of mountain people surrounding him.
Wei Yuan calculated the distance and found that only Qing Ming was the closest to Li Zhi. Because Li Zhi was too ambitious and traveled nearly ten thousand miles in one breath, all other Zhao Kingdom's border army stations were now farther away than Qing Ming, and the procedures for mobilizing border troops were also
It was cumbersome, and by the time a sufficient number of troops could be dispatched, Li Zhi would have been destroyed long ago.
Wei Yuan immediately ordered the troops to be mobilized, and all Longxiang and Longyi armies were dispatched, together with an additional 10,000 standing troops.
While waiting for the army to assemble, someone suddenly reported urgently: "Boundary Master, there is a monk who said he wanted to come to you to argue. His subordinates said you were not available, so he barged in. We really can't stop him..."
Wei Yuan looked directly into the distance, where a bit of Buddha's light was coming quickly, with a dozen monks chasing behind him, but they couldn't catch up.
In the Buddha's light is a young monk with an excellent appearance. He is wearing a moon-white monk's robe and has long flowing sleeves. He looks like he is walking on the waves, and his grace is unparalleled.
Wei Yuan frowned slightly. At this time, he was eager to save people, so how could he have time to pay attention to this incomprehensible little monk? Last time, this little monk suddenly came to the door to argue, and the reason he said was inexplicable, and in Wei Yuan's opinion, it was nonsense.
Wei Yuan remembered that he was not polite at all last time and beat the young monk until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Why is this guy here again? Has he mastered some powerful spell again, or is he secretly following an elder from the master's sect?
Seeing that this young monk's cultivation was only at the basic level of Taoism, Wei Yuan felt that he was invincible and did not intend to quarrel with him.
In the blink of an eye, the young monk stood in front of Wei Yuan, clasped his hands and said: "Little monk Honglian, donor Wei, we meet again."
Wei Yuan looked impatient and said, "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly!"
The young monk sighed and said: "The young monk originally learned some principles and planned to have a good talk with the donor. However, the donor has been doing the wrong thing recently, and it is not something that ordinary Buddhist teachings can influence. He must give a warning before he can find his way back."
Wei Yuan smiled instead of getting angry and said, "Tell me, why did I do the wrong thing?"
"Donor Wei has repeatedly used weapons and weapons to create boundless killings. For example, in the battle with the Xu family the day before yesterday, tens of thousands of innocent souls were created out of thin air."
Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "Little monk, pay attention to what you say! In the last battle, I, Qingming, killed countless loyal and brave men. Their Qingyu will not allow you to speak nonsense! If you insist on opening your mouth, then I understand.
Let me tell you, it’s not like I haven’t killed people from your Dabaohua Pure Land. I sent a Ming King of this generation to be reincarnated! Do you also want to seek death?”
The young monk had no expression on his face and said: "It seems that the donor can no longer listen to the Buddhist teachings. Anyway, the young monk has become a little better in his fists and kicks."
He first bowed in harmony, then slowly opened his hands, and a little blood appeared between his hands as white as snow. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a small lake of rippling blood, and there was an extra layer of blood on his body.
It's like wearing a scarlet cassock.
Wei Yuan first glanced at the brass buckle on the blood-colored cassock. This buckle looked extraordinary, which actually brought obvious pressure to Wei Yuan. At least it was a top-grade magic weapon, not something that ordinary Dharma cultivators could have.
Wei Yuan raised his head again and looked at the sky.
Outside the sky, a stalwart will was a little surprised and said: "It's so sharp, it seems like a natural supernatural power."
This young monk is indeed well-prepared. He is carrying a high-grade protective magic weapon, and he must have inherited the dharma. It will never be worse than Shan Kai's Ming King's golden body. There are elders outside the sky to protect him, and they are basically disciples of the Immortal Sect.
It's a perfect match when he goes out. But I don't know if he has other magic weapons on him, similar to the aura of the Immortal Lord that Wei Yuan carried when he went to the Western Regions.
Looking at the little monk's appearance, Wei Yuan thought he was the one.
Seeing that the little monk Honglian had already drawn up his posture, Wei Yuan was no longer polite, picked up the Wugou Reincarnation, inserted a flying sword magazine with a click, and then with a roar, a long stream of fire erupted from the muzzle, and twenty swords were fired.
The flying sword instantly hit the little monk Honglian!
When a magazine was empty, the young monk's bloody cassock was in pieces, with only the copper buckles still shining. But Wei Yuan replaced the magazine with a new one in an instant, and the gunshots continued as if they had never stopped.
Countless flying swords hit the young monk like a violent storm. In an instant, the copper buttons were wiped out and the light tore the moon-white monk's clothes to pieces. A golden body just appeared, and before he could see what it was, it was defeated by countless flying swords.
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Wei Yuan finally stopped and blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, then looked at the young monk who was covered in flying swords and fell to the ground. The young monk originally said that his fists and kicks were a little better, but Wei Yuan didn't even see it
With his fists and kicks, he didn't understand the Buddhist teachings, and he didn't even see the golden body clearly. With a flying sword, the monk was leveled.
Wei Yuan vaguely felt that he needed to re-evaluate the power of Muzan Reincarnation after changing the magazine.
Wei Yuan picked up the tattered little monk, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and threw him out of the realm.
This time Wei Yuan didn't even bother to say a word, he just snorted and flew away to join the army.
Chapter completed!