Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 847 Collecting Family ([-])

After finally sending away the elders and the Shuixiu clan, Liu Qinghuan asked Fu Bao to find Hu Si when he turned around.

Fu Baogang didn't move, and asked curiously: "Master, you stand up for that small clan, do you want to get them into the Songxi Cave Map?"

Liu Qinghuan didn't hide anything: "The map needs manpower. In the future, the small cave will become bigger and bigger, and the medicine field will also be opened up to become a big medicine garden. It will become more and more difficult to maintain it with just a doll."

Fu Bao quite agreed and said: "That's true, Master, you have a lot of things to do, it's rare to be able to sprinkle some green wood energy on Hunyuan lotus, stone wood, and several kinds of earth-level elixir every day."

Liu Qinghuan continued: "The Water Cultivators have water spirit roots and the talent to plant elixir. I suspect they have a special bloodline... They have a hard time living in this world. If they want to recognize me as their master, I will take them in." Dongtian, it is just right to entrust them with planting low-level elixir and handling chores in the field."

"Then..." Fu Bao thought for a while, and said, "Although judging from today's situation, it's unlikely, but it doesn't rule out that they will repent and refuse to recognize the Lord in the end."

Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "This is a matter of mutual consent. If they don't want to, they will naturally give up. You don't have to make up your own mind to persecute them. This kind of unnecessary resentment can be avoided if you don't provoke it, so as not to be burdened with cause and effect."

"Eat, I don't have so many things!" Fu Bao said: "If you don't recognize the Lord, do you still care about their clansmen living outside?"

"Well..." Liu Qinghuan paused, then kicked him away: "Why are there so many problems! I have my own opinion, go and call me Husi."

Fu Bao nimbly dodged the kick and ran away laughing.

At this time, Hu Xi was aggressively reorganizing his forces, fighting for territory with scorpions, and was extremely busy every day, but when he heard that Liu Qinghuan was looking for him, he immediately put everything aside and ran to the gray stone field .

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Liu Qinghuan sitting under a luxuriant spiritual tree with the sick young male cultivator. A pile of slips and jade books were placed on the stone table in front of him. He didn't know what the two of them were doing before.

Hu Xi carefully looked at the young man Xiu, and found that his complexion was much better than a few days ago. Although he still looked weak and weak, at least he didn't feel like he was going to die soon.

"Fellow Daoist Qinglin, why are you looking for me?"

Liu Qinghuan turned her head and said, "You're here, come and sit."

Chong Lou next to him stood up flicking his sleeves, and nodded coldly to Hu Si: "You guys have something to say, so I won't accompany you any longer."

Liu Qing said with a smile: "I had a conversation with you today, and the doubts in Liu's heart were cleared up. The Venerable Master went to rest first, but I will have the audacity to ask you for advice in the future."

Chonglou twitched the corner of his mouth: "I have to rely on you for a long time to recuperate from my physical injury. The things you asked about self-created mental methods and major realms are naturally rewards. How dare you use the word 'asking'."

After finishing speaking, the belt went away like the wind.

Liu Qing smiled happily, and didn't care about his attitude, and started to tidy up all kinds of letters on the table.

There is a sixth-level demon cultivator as a servant, who is called "Shangjun", who was once a major cultivator by his side. If the reward is something like a magic weapon, it will be vulgar, so it is better to seize the opportunity to ask questions.

He still has a lot of puzzles about his self-created mental method, but on the basis of concealing his own real situation, it is appropriate to ask some questions about Dao and Sutra creation.

Hu's eyes sharpened when he saw words such as "truth", "dao" and "yin tactic" on the page of the book, and he couldn't help but feel itchy.

He is an ambitious demon cultivator, not only learned Qingming's language, but also specially learned Qingming's writing in order not to be blind.But even so, he couldn't read most of the words in the books on the table.

Hu Xi watched Liu Qinghuan tidy up greedily, and couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist Qinglin, do you have any suitable exercises for me to practice?"

Liu Qinghuan paused, raised her head and said, "Do you want it?"

"Yes!" Hu Xi roared, and said flatteringly, "Uh, how much?"

Liu Qinghuan stopped accepting the books, and tapped her fingers on the edge of the stone table a few times habitually.

"I need you to do something. If it is done well, I will give you a book of exercises."

Hu Xi was overjoyed, but still kept a trace of caution, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Liu Qinghuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not dangerous. Sit down and I'll talk to you..."

The two were talking in a low voice under the tree, and Husi's face was surprised, excited, and dignified for a while, which made Fubao and Chuyi who were standing by the side quite interesting.

That day, Hu Xi stayed for several hours before leaving, walking like a dragon and full of fighting spirit, as if he was about to go to war.

A few days later, dozens of Shuixiu clansmen came to the Graystone Field carrying their belongings and self-made farm tools, with fear of the strong and hesitation of the unknown fate on their faces.

Sitting in the room, Liu Qinghuan felt a little surprised as her consciousness quickly swept across the crowd standing on the steps outside the door.

All of these Shuixiu tribesmen are really good-looking. Among all kinds of strange-looking alien races in Zhuoyuan, they are like shining pearls in the sand, which is hard to ignore.

The only strange thing is that there are almost no old people among them, and the oldest one looks only in his 40s or [-]s.

"Have you thought about it clearly?" Liu Qinghuan said indifferently: "If you recognize me as your master, you will have to follow me to leave Zhuoyuan in the future, and you will never be able to betray you again."

A middle-aged man with sword-browed star-eyed eyes and a steady demeanor stepped forward, and said in an unproficient Qingming language: "Master Qinglin, we have already made up our minds, as long as you treat us as human beings and don't bully or humiliate us, We are willing to recognize adults as masters."

Liu Qinghuan said: "On this point, I can promise you that I will give you respect and protection in the future, and will not wantonly hurt your lives. You will be rewarded for your merits, but you will be punished for your mistakes."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, obviously weighing the credibility of his words, and finally a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, he knelt down and said, "Master!"

Following his submission, other members of the Shuixiu tribe also knelt down, shouting in unison: "Master!"

Liu Qinghuan sighed secretly, stood up, helped the middle-aged man himself, and said gently: "You are the patriarch of the Shuixiu clan, what's your name?"

The middle-aged man said respectfully: "Master, the villain's name is Lang. It was only when we fled from Dongyuan to Xiyuan together that we temporarily managed the affairs of the clan. If the master wants to choose another patriarch, the villain dare not say anything."

"No need, the patriarch is still yours." Liu Qinghuan said: "Now, let them come in one by one. I need to look at the spiritual root physique of each of you, so that I can know how to better arrange you."

The middle-aged man was stunned, and went to arrange the clansman without any objection.

After some investigation, there are a total of 67 members of the Water Cultivator Clan, of which 53 have spiritual roots, and 25 have the body of Kunshui.

Among these people, the one with the highest cultivation level is Lang, who has reached about the fifth level of Qi training, and then there is a woman at the third level of Qi training. six.

Asking Fubao to take people to build a residence next to the Huishi village, Liu Qinghuan was lost in thought.

It seems that these escaped people are considered to be the best in the water repair clan, otherwise the ratio would not be so scary, almost the whole clan has spiritual roots.

And as long as you give them a mental method, and guide them a little bit, these people can become monks in the future!
(End of this chapter)