After seeing the injured Xiu Tu one by one, Wei Yuan's last stop was the Medicine Garden.
The flames of war did not spread here. As soon as he entered the gate of the medicine garden, Wei Yuan saw a dense underworld air permeating the air, with will-o'-the-wisps floating everywhere, and the ground of the carefully tended medicine fields was covered with green and black, and ghosts emerged from time to time.
The spiritual plants growing on it are also twisted and dry. The branches are like dead bones tightly squeezed by pain, and the leaves are like broken souls. Many of them have sharp thorns and barbs, and some thorny branches are constantly waving, looking for prey.
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Wei Yuan was already used to this scene of medicine gardens. Almost all the medicine fields transformed by Hades were concentrated in the entrance area, creating a scene of purgatory on earth.
This area not only looks dangerous, but is actually very dangerous. After all, this is the snake's favorite environment and they usually live here. When snakes sleep, they always like to make themselves very small, and then something will automatically come to them.
Come to your mouth.
Fortunately, after going deep into the medicine garden, you will see the real scene of the immortal family.
Wei Yuan also brought a dozen followers, pulling three large trucks.
The three spirit beasts were originally more interested in what Wei Yuan brought, but after sniffing around the three carts,
It was boring and lay aside in boredom.
"What's in the car?" asked the old Taoist.
Wei Yuan said: "The remains of the body and limbs of the great witch who died in battle."
The old Taoist hoeer was overjoyed and said: "This old Taoist is really useful. Buried under the underworld, it can make many of the old Taoist's spiritual plants grow faster."
After the great witch died in battle, part of his soul returned to heaven and earth, and a small part was turned into a gift from heaven and earth. The value of the remaining body was much less, and it could not be used as material for refining weapons, so it could only be buried as fertilizer.
The situation of Youwu Yujing is similar. Most of the essence of their life's cultivation is in the sea of ​​consciousness, and their physical body is just a boat carrying the Tao. The flesh and blood they shed when they are injured is priceless because it contains part of their own soul.
But once one dies in battle and the soul returns to heaven and earth, the value of the physical body will plummet.
Wei Yuan looked at the injuries of the three spiritual creatures and saw that they were not seriously injured, so he felt relieved and left the medicine garden and went to the weapon forging workshop.
There are now five thousand Taoist foundations in the entire Qingming Realm, of which 3,500 are template Taoist foundations for practice. Now with the huge reputation gained from the confrontation with Hong Ye, Wei Yuan transferred more than 4,000 Taoist foundations in one breath.
Forge.
After several rounds of rapid expansion, the forging workshop now covers an area of ​​more than ten miles. In the meantime, dozens of forges stand towering, and pillars of fire dozens of feet rise into the sky, as if they are going to set the sky on fire. The hot molten steel is burning day and night.
It poured out continuously, turning the furnace area into a flaming purgatory.
All kinds of iron forging machines are working non-stop day and night, and the energy supply array requires at least 500 Taoist monks to maintain it at all times.
Wei Yuan came to the forging workshop to adjust the output of the forging workshop again based on the optimization plan given by Human Fireworks. At this time, Yu Zhizhuo was wrapped like a rice dumpling, dragging one leg that could not move.
Patrol the entire forge.
The weapons forging workshop is now huge. Fortunately, Yu Zhizhuo is a Dharma cultivator and can jump more than ten feet on one leg, so it is not difficult to patrol.
Wei Yuan found Yu Zhizhuo and gave him a new output adjustment plan. Yu Zhizhuo took it and looked at it and said, "Missiles are so useful?"
"From the results of the analysis of past combat cases, this is the case."
Nearly 40% of the Wu clan's casualties in the last battle were caused by missiles. Therefore, after obtaining this analysis result, the first thing Wei Yuan did was to double the missile production.
After Yu Zhizhuo saw the analysis report, he pondered for a moment and said: "This missile has not been improved much. I will think about it more and I will be able to come up with a better one soon."
"It doesn't have to be too good, just measure enough first!"
"Don't worry, it won't delay anything."
At this point, Wei Yuan finally had some free time and hurriedly entered the world of fireworks.
When he came in, he realized that Zhang Sheng had just passed through five thunder tribulations. At this time, the tribulation clouds in the sky were slowly spinning, brewing the eleventh thunder. Now there were ten fairy swords floating around Zhang Sheng, and the light was shining.
They were different, each one was different, but when he saw the tenth one he had just generated, Wei Yuan felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
Thinking back carefully, Wei Yuan suddenly remembered that the true meaning of this sword was actually somewhat similar to Su Xuejing's Snow Stepping Kunlun. However, the rank and power were really far apart, just like the Immortal Sword's Pseudo Sun to the Immortal Sword's Great Sun. According to Wei Yuan
It is customary to name this sword Walking Over the Hill.
Although the swords made by Zhang Sheng are all human-level, after ten swords are collected, the power of the heavenly tribulation has been weakened by 10%. Although the power of each tribulation thunder is increasing, the increase is very small. After being weakened, it is basically
It is almost the same as the first thunder tribulation. After being baptized by ten thunder tribulations, Zhang Sheng's soul body and soul have been tempered to the point where they are faintly glowing, and he will never be severely injured by such a level of thunder again.
At this time, the half of the suicide note at Zhang Sheng's feet had disappeared.
Wei Yuan looked at the thunder tribulation again, but there was really nothing to see, so he withdrew from the human fireworks and took the time to reorganize the army.
It stands to reason that reorganizing the army after a war is an extremely cumbersome matter, but all soldier information is backed up in the Human Fireworks. The Human Fireworks will automatically move the mortals who participated in two consecutive wars to the third line, and then leave some experienced people on the front line.
The people who fought in the First World War were matched with some dead soldiers, and then the rest were filled with mortals who had never been on the battlefield. In this way, in the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of thousands of usable troops.
There are dozens of Kaihui Daoji in Weiyuan. They are divided into various places. They take the corresponding lists and organize the army one by one. Then they go to the designated camps to distribute equipment and conduct training.
Which troops each camp will receive, what equipment needs to be distributed, and what meals to prepare have all been planned in advance and are being stocked simultaneously.
Under the coordination of the human fireworks, there are dozens of Daoji warriors serving as nodes to convey orders, and Wei Yuan's extremely high reputation at the moment makes the entire Qing Ming start to rumble like a huge war forging machine.
But something seems to be wrong in the south.
Wei Yuan flew directly to the small town in the southern part of the boundary that was specially designed to receive refugees. The town was now filled with people. When Wei Yuan arrived, a caravan was pulling carts of breastplates out of the boundary and headed towards Zhao.
Go to the country.
Wei Yuan took a quick look and realized that his powerful consciousness had counted out that there were actually 150,000 refugees in the town.
At this time, thirty registration tables had been set up, but they were far too busy, and the queue was hopeless. The refugees walked long distances, could not stand for long, and kept making noises. At this time, some soldiers shouted loudly
Some people even swung their whips and whipped them down. In the blink of an eye, the most noisy refugees were whipped to the point where they were writhing in agony.
Wei Yuan instantly flashed behind the soldiers, took away their horses, and shouted sternly: "Who asked you to whip the refugees?"
When several soldiers saw it was Wei Yuan, they hurriedly saluted, and then said: "These unscrupulous people are inciting other refugees to cause trouble.
We just gave them a lesson—"
Wei Yuan was furious, and each soldier was whipped hard on the face, until the skin was torn and the face was bleeding. Then he shouted sternly: "Qing Ming has a law, no one is allowed to use force against the refugees unless there are officials."
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What right do you have to whip the refugees in public?"
Wei Yuan's words used Taoist power and resounded throughout the town, and everyone could hear it clearly. Until then,
There are very few people who really remember that Qing Ming seems to have a law, but they only heard it from Wei Yuan and it has not been officially promulgated.
In such a face-to-face encounter, the facial identities of several attacking soldiers have been found through comparison and matching in the human fireworks. These people are all from a certain caravan escort team, and so far everyone in this escort team has
I have never been on a frontline battlefield.
This is a bit interesting. A dangerous light flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes.
But at the moment, appeasing the refugees was more important than dealing with them, so Wei Yuan kicked the soldiers aside.
Call the monk in charge of the town. This person is a disciple of Good Fortune Temple and is Xu Henshui's nephew. He came to Qingming with Xu Henshui to practice.
Wei Yuan didn't have time to talk about the relationship, so he came up and asked: "Why are there only thirty tables registered here? Didn't I say that if there are not enough, we will add more?!"
The disciple of the Creation Temple was obviously not used to Wei Yuan's sharp words, and said: "It's not that I don't want to join, but there are only so many literate people below Daoji. You can't let Daoji do such trivial things, right?"
Wei Yuan did not expect that there would be so few literate people, but at the moment he was either wondering whether there really were not so many literate people, or whether he was simply unwilling to look for them.
Wei Yuan immediately ordered: "Why can't Dao Ji do some small things? Is it possible to disturb their Taoist mind or something? Come here, invite all the idle monks in the palace to come over! Let him come out of seclusion!"
Several monks flew away. Wei Yuan said to the disciple in charge of the Creation Temple: "Someone will come over in a while, and at least five hundred registration tables will be opened!"
Unexpectedly, the disciple of the Creation Temple was also a bad-tempered master. He was rushed by Wei Yuan twice in a row. He immediately threw the things in his hands and said coldly: "Master Wei, we are all from the same sect. It's just about our level of cultivation. With my strength."
Why do you put up with your shouting and drinking? I can’t do this job, so I won’t do it anymore! I’ll go back to Taichu Palace tomorrow!”
Anger welled up in Wei Yuan's heart, but he suppressed it and said calmly: "I didn't do the job well, and I didn't want to make up for it but just abandoned it. Very good, I will talk to your teacher about this later. Where is Grandmaster Danming?
I will also mention it when I have the chance."
The disciple was shocked and angry: "They are just ordinary refugees, how can you get to this point?"
"As for the visitor, please send this high cultivator back to pack his things."
The monk was filled with shame and anger, and shouted: "Just wait, sooner or later I, Lin Zekai, will surpass you in cultivation!"
Wei Yuan said calmly: "With your Taoist foundation, you are not worthy."
At this time, Ren Suxing led a dozen or so Daoist priests from Tianqing Hall to come in a hurry. He briefly asked about their tasks, and without saying a word, ordered people to move tables and chairs and register the refugees. After a while, Fei Yutong also brought some water.
The disciples of Moon Palace arrived.
As soon as they started working, the situation was different. There were eight queues in front of Ren Suxing and Fei Yutong, and eight people reported their names and identity information at the same time.
Both of them were in the late stages of Daoji at the moment, and they could write as fast as they could. They could keep up with each word at a perfect speed. Almost as soon as the eight people in front of them finished speaking, the registration was completed and they immediately moved to the next row.
The other half of the disciples started four teams at the same time, and the rest started two teams. The ones who started two teams seemed a little embarrassed.
Seeing that the progress was significantly accelerated, the refugees settled down, and Wei Yuan felt a little more at ease. These refugees will all go to the battlefield soon. At this time, any problem with the morale of the people will lead to catastrophe in the future.
Therefore, as soon as Wei Lan discovered a bad sign, he immediately put it out with thunderous means, and did not hesitate to send a disciple of the Creation Viewer directly back to Taichu Palace.
These are people who are going to the battlefield. In front of them, no matter what kind of monk's dignity and self-esteem they have, they have to be put aside.
After finally calming down the refugees here, suddenly there was restlessness in the porridge shed again. Wei Yuan's consciousness swept away,
It was discovered that the porridge and steamed buns in the porridge shed had all bottomed out, and at this time there were at least 70,000 to 80,000 refugees who had not received food.
All grain allocations are recorded when they are shipped out of the warehouse, and there are backups in the human fireworks. According to the amount of grain shipped out of the warehouse today, even if it cannot feed all the refugees, there will be a gap of 10,000 people at most. Just adjust the grain again.
But now, the numbers in between obviously don't match up.
Chapter completed!