She is Jianxiu

Chapter 338 Three hundred thirty-seven
There are three mountains and five lakes in the Heyan Xiaoqian world. Although the mountains in the north are mountains, they are actually low hills and hills. The green shrubs are layered as shadows, and there are many strange beasts.

There are no streams in the mountains, only a few underground springs occasionally can be seen, mixed with sulfur gas, and steaming water mist rises from it.

These springs are polluted by miasma and sulfur and cannot be drunk. The water sources of the spirit monsters all rely on the Houyuan River running through the mountains of the Northland and its several tributaries that are divided like leaf veins.

And if you follow the Houyuan River directly to find the source, you will pass through the vast Biyin Swamp.

Some people say that there is a big monster hidden in the Biyin Swamp, which has been entrenched in the swamp for more than a thousand years. Its strength is so powerful that even the most powerful Shinto monks dare not easily provoke it. With it here, the strange beasts have not been driven out. .

After crossing the swamp, you will arrive at the most lush and prosperous boundary among the three mountains and five lakes - Pingdingshan.

This mountain is particularly tall and steep, even if the monk retreats thousands of miles away, he can still see the majesty of the mountain.It goes straight to the sky, and the mountainside is surrounded by Youyun. All the big rivers in the world of Heyan Xiaoqian originate here.What is amazing is that the supposedly high and steep peak of Pingdingshan is empty, as if it has been cut off in the middle, and the part above the mountainside is not visible.

Even so, the towering height of this mountain is still the highest among the mountains, which shows its magnificence.

Wearing a sackcloth and wearing a pair of bare feet, the tiger-striped old man looked at the mountain from a distance. His usual open and heroic spirit was gone, and he felt a thick layer of shadows pouring down from the sky, making him restless.

"Father, the Shinto envoy has left."

Those who came also stepped on the ground with bare feet, the new grass creaked softly with the broad soles of their feet, and the juice splashed together with the morning rain and dew.

He looks similar to the old man, except that the tabby spots around his body are wider, and his two hair-covered ears have never turned into human ears.

"How much have you received this year?" The old man called father only had kindness in his eyes when he turned around, but this kindness was quickly overshadowed by worry and melancholy.

"The elixir and spiritual materials are [-]% each, and the beast slaves took two hundred."

This must be an astonishing amount, otherwise the old man wouldn't have swung his robes, and his eyes would almost overflow with pain.

He walked back with his beloved son, walking steadily and straightforwardly, and said clearly: "When we came to expropriate last year, we took 82% of the elixir and 300% of the spiritual materials. Beast slaves were conscripted every ten years, and the last time we asked for it was the same." Only half of them, that is, 64. Since the tax collection was adjusted [-] years ago, it has not changed over the years. The sudden increase this year is almost emptying out my family... and my family is in the [-]th family of the North Mountain. It’s still in its infancy, and those big clans with richer backgrounds are afraid to harvest more, and such a huge amount of elixir and spiritual materials are sent to the beast slaves, which shows that there is something wrong with the human race.”

The young man kept nodding behind the old man, and after hearing the second half of the sentence, he suddenly stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "I heard it's because of the Red God Palace."

"Red God Palace?" The old man paused for a moment, then lightly scolded his son again, "Don't say that again."

Seeing that the news he had painstakingly inquired about was not approved by his father, but scolded by him instead, the young man couldn't help feeling depressed and angry, and when he told his friends about it, he was even more aggrieved and spoke passionately.

"Your Majesty is also cautious in dealing with things. After all, the Red God Palace is the leader of the Human Race Shinto sect. It even monopolizes 64% of the treasures that the [-] tribes pay tribute every year. Who knows that it will not be so arrogant. Leaving eyes and ears in the mountains of the Northland?" The human monk sitting opposite the young man had a handsome appearance, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and he was a little thin, but he was even more immortal, and he looked like he was out of the world.

It is precisely because of this separation that he is very different from the Shinto monks outside the mountains of the Northland, the young man would tell the monk that he came from the Mize Great Lake when he first met him, and he would be at odds with the Shinto monks. The matter is seven or eight points.

Now that they have been together for more than two months, the amazing strength shown by the other party is even more convincing and admirable.

"It's true, my father always thinks more than I do, and always says that I'm not stable enough." The young man took two sips from the jug, leaned on the table with one elbow, and said with a bit of luck in his tone, "Today Thanks to the method you gave, brother Zhou, all those beast slaves can be trained obediently, otherwise, how could the clan get together two hundred beast slaves like before?"

Zhou Kang lowered his head and smiled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I came across this method by accident, and I kept it in my hands because of its unique function. It is a great blessing to be able to help brother Gu Ming. As for those beast slaves, who are you?" I don’t know that after the Shinto monks want them to go, they will have cramps and skins, bloodletting and dissection, and even the furs will be refined and used for them, so for them, it’s better to die earlier than life.”

This made Gu Ming shiver, touched his cheek with his big fur-covered hand, and said happily: "Fortunately, my father is wise, under his rule, our Ronghu clan is still one of the 64 clans." , unlike those small tribes that are not well-known, they are frequently invaded by other tribes, and the whole tribe is reduced to beast slaves."

"The methods under your father's rule are indeed clever, but you also know, Brother Gu Ming, that the mountains in the Northland are weak. Even if the 64 tribes work together, they cannot compete with the Shinto monks."

"That's true." Gu Ming was pulled over by Zhou Kang, listening to the other party slowly talk about the pros and cons.

"I once told Brother Gu Ming that the reason for the sharp increase in the number of Shinto monks this year is actually in the Red God Palace. Not only the 64 tribes in the mountains of the North, but when I was traveling in other lands a few days ago, many small countries and In the cities and towns, the annual income doubled and increased, resulting in the dissipation of the wealth of the people and the separation of their flesh and blood. There are not a few people." Zhou Kang sighed while talking, seeing the tiger-striped man's face showing no mercy, he could only feel curious. It's also a little bit colder.

"Because of their practice, Shinto monks need to constantly recruit souls from outside. I have read through the historical records of many small countries, and found that the time when they wantonly recruited souls happened to coincide with the situation that some important figures in the Shinto sect made breakthroughs in retreat. But it’s not like this year that even the elixir and spiritual materials have been doubled.” Zhou Kang lowered his voice a little, and said, “In order to avoid fishing from exhaustion and cutting off one’s own immortality, Shinto monks collect a fixed number of treasures every year. The large mountains in the North and the small nations of the human race have more conquests, which means that there are deficiencies in other places."

"That place is my hometown, my little brother, the forbidden place of the Shinto in your mouth, the Great Lake of Mize!"

Gu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he sat up instantly, blinking his eyes showing doubts.

But Zhou Kang sighed, shook his head and said sadly: "The spirit veins in the Great Lake of Mize are broken, and the old practice is difficult. Every year, you have to offer countless treasures to protect yourself. It is extremely frugal when absorbing spiritual energy and practicing. Be careful, for fear that the spiritual veins will be exhausted and the path will be cut off. It's just that the underground spiritual veins will continue to dry up far away under such circumstances.

"Without spiritual veins, it is naturally impossible to breed elixir and mine spiritual materials. Shinto monks cannot obtain them from the Great Lake of Mize, so they have to make up for them from other places."

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