The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 180
"There is no need to catch the wind and wash the dust!"

Seeing that the ghost in front of him really presented the invitation, Feng Qing'an's expression suddenly became quite subtle.

Although the place where the ghosts and gods live is full of auspicious energy, clean and peaceful, the legal domain opened up by the ghosts and gods is still full of gloomy qi, and living creatures with fresh blood, it is best not to set foot in the underworld unless necessary.

"Here, I will bring back the son's message..."

The ghosts and gods who came to send the invitation bent down and bowed, and then they were about to retreat. The young man in front of him was obviously not to be provoked, and if he didn't want to go, he couldn't force him to invite him. As for the orders of the adults, if he didn't complete them, he could just scold him. It doesn't matter, it's not his turn to be promoted anyway.

"Wait a minute, how do you plan to report when you go back?"

Feng Qing'an opened his mouth to stop him, if it is not necessary, it is best not to offend the local snake, he just subconsciously refused, he didn't want to go to places like Yinsi.

"Naturally, report the truth and report to the Shangguan every word that the young master said!"

The ghosts and gods said respectfully.

"Have I offended you before?"

Feng Qing'an's expression became even more subtle, just passing back such a sentence, God knows how those ghosts and gods of the underworld will figure it out, those guys were all officials when they were alive.

Now that he is a serious noble son, it is very annoying for his subordinates to figure out his thoughts all day long. He can interpret nine meanings in one sentence, and he has ulterior motives for the collapse of the Black Mountain.

"My son and I just met for the first time, so why offend?"

The face of ghosts and gods changed greatly in fright, because the bloody barbarians beside this young master had already begun to sharpen their knives, and when this young master gave an order, he would be wiped out in ashes.

"Then if you say that, don't you just want me to offend your immediate superiors for no reason!"

Feng Qing'an narrowed his eyes and looked at the trembling ghost, not knowing whether he did it on purpose or not.

"Forget it, if you go back and say this, you say that I am too tired to move around, and I need to rest for a day. At noon tomorrow, I will hold a banquet in the mansion, and invite the City God to gather with Lord Zhu Si!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely convey what you mean, my lord!"

The ghosts and gods were trembling, seeing that Feng Qing'an didn't want to keep him anymore, they turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew away as if fleeing.

"My lord, do you want to entertain ghosts and gods?!"

After seeing the ghosts and gods leave, Butler Zhao's face showed embarrassment.

"Well, what's the problem?"

Feng Qing'an looked at the old warrior in front of him whose complexion was much better than before, part of his vitality had been replenished.

"What kind of wine and meat should I prepare?"

Steward Zhao has a headache, not to mention that he is over 200 years old, but he basically has no contact with ghosts and gods. He follows the rules, and ghosts and gods will not come to his house without incident. They are instinctively disgusted with each other, and they basically don't see each other.

"How to prepare normally, how to prepare now!"

Feng Qing'an said without hesitation, what ghosts and gods need is incense, but he doesn't have incense here.

Don't say he doesn't know how to worship ghosts and gods, even if he does, do these ghosts and gods dare to accept it?

As for those warriors, let alone, if they really had the idea of ​​seeking help from ghosts and gods, they would not be able to cultivate to the current level. Their greatest reliance is their own fists and the invincible heart of martial arts.

"Yes!"

When the young master speaks, housekeeper Zhao has a plan in mind, and everything will naturally be arranged according to the young master's usual food preferences. As for the group of ghosts and gods who may visit tomorrow, they will eat it or not, and they will not eat it!
The next day, the ghosts and gods of Jinling Mansion came to visit as scheduled, and none of these ghosts and gods objected to the banquet prepared by Steward Zhao purely for the living.

It was only after the banquet was over that Housekeeper Zhao realized that the food in front of the ghosts and gods had lost all taste and taste, and tasted like sand.

"So they can eat!"

Housekeeper Zhao, who had lived an ordinary life for several lifetimes, couldn't help sighing after taking a bite of the tasteless pastry in his hand.

If it wasn't for Mr. Feng, he would probably only come into contact with these ghosts and gods after his life was over. As for when he was alive, the ghosts and gods would not come to provoke him.

"If you don't have anything to show courteousness, you can either rape or steal! The ancients never deceived me!"

But at this moment, Feng Qing'an didn't care about those little things. The ghosts and gods of Jinling Mansion wanted to invite him to the Yin Division for a banquet when he entered the city yesterday, but he declined politely.

This is not because the ghosts and gods in this prefecture feel that they are a threat or something. The ghosts and gods in Dajin will communicate with each other and can live in other prefectures. As long as nothing happens, go to the next prefecture, probably not. be rejected.

The reason why the local ghosts and gods are so gracious is because they have something to ask for, but it is not that they have difficulties, but that the neighbors have difficulties, and they are asked to convey them on their behalf.

As for why he was asked, it was because this matter could really be involved in him, and he did have the possibility of solving it.

The neighboring mansion of Jinling Mansion is Nanshao Mansion. The land in its mansion is fertile and has hundreds of thousands of hectares of fertile land. It is one of the important grain producing areas of the Jin Dynasty. The river that crosses its territory.

Poliujiang!
It is the Boliu River controlled by the elder brother of Bailang River Water Lord Hongxi!

Different from the Bailang River controlled by Hongxi, the Bailang River flows through the mountains, and only the birds and animals in the mountains and forests depend on this river for survival, while the Boliu River, where it flows, has both sides. It is fertile soil and fertile land, directly or indirectly affecting the livelihood of millions of people.

Mastering the Jiangliu, which is closely related to the livelihood of the human race, only requires some thought, and naturally there is no need to worry about incense. Therefore, the position of Lord Boliu Jiangshui has always been extremely secure.

However, for hundreds of years in the past, this Lord Boliujiang, who has been living in peace with the people on both sides of the strait, and maintained a relatively peaceful state, after the absence of Lord Cangjiang, something is not quite right.

But it's just not right, as the Lord of Water, he still fulfills his duties one by one. If the people on both sides of the strait ask for rain from villages and towns, he will also rain it down, but it seems to follow the rules, but the food production cannot be fooled.

It is obviously a year with good weather and good weather. As one of the important grain-producing places in Dajin, Nanshao Mansion has seen its grain production decline year after year in recent years. This year's spring plowing has started for a long time, but the rain fell more than last year. few.

At the beginning, the Dajin government felt that some officials were enriching their own pockets, concealing and underreporting grain production, and wanted to seek personal gain in the process, but after some investigation, it was found that the problem did not lie with the officials.

Officials who seek personal gain naturally exist, but they only dare to secretly conceal a small part of the report, and they dare not reduce the grain production of Nanshao Mansion by nearly [-]%.

And because of the reduction in food production, they didn't even dare to do these small tricks, fearing that they would be found out, but even so, they were caught out.

But the root of the problem is not with them, but with the fields. The abundant rainwater from the Boliu River has been intercepted by an invisible force. Compared with previous years, it is much less.

Considering the sudden death of this Suicune's biological father, it seems that his behavior can be understood. After all, his own father was hacked to death by the human race, so what's wrong with throwing a little temper at the human race?
But the Jiangliu he is in charge of is really important to the human race, even a little temper can affect tens of millions of people.

Although the current grain output is quite considerable, if this continues, it will affect the government's grain storage. Once there is a catastrophe somewhere, the government will not be able to provide enough food for relief, and there will inevitably be a tragic scene of starvation everywhere.

The local officials have jumped their feet in a hurry because of the food problem, and even turned to ghosts and gods for help, but what can ghosts and gods do?Intentional and powerless.

Powerful ghosts and gods can affect the sky and force rain, but it is impossible to compete with a dragon species and water king for the right to move clouds and distribute rain.

Originally, both the officials of the Nanshao Mansion and the ghosts and gods had already given up. After all, the reduction in grain production was still within the tolerable range, and it was not impossible.

However, after the City God of Anqing Mansion reported the news that Bailangjiang Water Lord had been beheaded, the ghosts and gods in Nanshao Mansion couldn't help thinking about it. They really couldn't do anything with a Water Lord, but that didn't mean others couldn't do anything about it.

Therefore, this group of ghosts and gods want to invite the second son of Feng to come to Nanshao Mansion for a visit. If possible, it is best to have an appointment with Mr. Boliu Jiangshui to talk about the problem of rainfall.

The reduction in food production can affect the foundation of the country and the livelihood of the people. The food that could have fed ten people can only feed nine people. It is a situation where at least one person will go hungry and have no food to eat.

If there are unconscionable merchants who make trouble and make profits, a man-made disaster is close at hand, and a great famine is already brewing.

"My lord, are you going to Nanshao Mansion?"

Seeing Feng Qing'an sighing softly, at the banquet of ghosts and gods, serving on the sidelines, and satisfying many curiosity, Butler Zhao asked.

Even for warriors like him, the mountain gods and water kings belong to legends, and the distance is too far away.

In the description, for him, the martial artist who was able to go into the water to fight the dragon and go up the mountain to subdue the tiger king was also in the rumors, and he had never seen it before.

"Well, rest today, and start tomorrow!"

Feng Qing'an made a decision. He didn't have any destination in the first place, so he could go wherever he went. Now that there are ghosts and gods entrusting him with a request, he naturally doesn't mind going over to have a look, anyway, it doesn't get in the way.

"My lord, that is Lord Yijiangshui!"

Butler Zhao couldn't help reminding.

"It's just Suicune, it's not like I haven't killed it before, I even tasted it myself!"

Feng Qing'an behaved calmly and calmly, writing lightly.

As soon as this remark came out, the many warriors who followed him looked at each other in blank dismay, and for a moment they didn't know what to say, and Steward Zhao didn't say anything at this time, looking at Feng Qing'an with eyes full of awe, obviously, this young master He also mastered tyrannical means that they did not understand.

"Then I'll go down and make arrangements!"

"Well, let's go!"

Feng Qing'an didn't seem to care, until the horse with four hooves on the snow walked into the hall, and his figure was reflected in the warm green pupils.

"My lord, are you really sure about dealing with Mr. Bo Liu Jiang Shui?"

"Not sure!"

Feng Qing'an raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. Although they are both rivers, the Boliu River and Bailang River are not the same. The Bailang River is just a river that stretches for hundreds of miles and passes through the mountains, while The river stretches for thousands of miles, and there are countless incense offerings on both sides of the river.

Just knowing this from the map, Feng Qing'an knew that compared with his elder brother, Mr. Boliu Jiangshui was not even worthy of lifting shoes, so he was not at the same level at all.

"Then you still want to go?"

Sen Miao couldn't understand that if Feng Qing'an had the means to deal with Mr. Boliu Jiangshui, then she would be willing to be a mount, and even if she traveled thousands of miles a day, she would send it all the way to Nanshao Mansion.

"Let's see, it's not really impossible. If he goes too far, I might take the opportunity to kill him!"

Although I know that the level of this Boliujiangshui Lord is far beyond what he can handle at present, Feng Qing'an still has more than one method to kill him, but the difference is only whether it is worth it or not, and whether it can be used .

"Young master, if you want to chop Liujiang Shuijun, please bring Senmiao with you!"

"Don't worry, if I really need you, I won't be polite to you!"

Feng Qing'an smiled, whether it was Dong Huang's real body coming, or he pulled out the God Slaying Dragon Sword, Sen Miao was useless, of course, you can't say that.

"Thank you sir!"

This unicorn beast made no secret of its hostility towards the Dragon Clan. After all, this Boliu Jiangshui Lord and her father-killing enemy belonged to the same family. Even if they didn't take action directly, they were still an important part of Hongxi's background.

Yin~
After Sen Miao stepped back, a slender golden-scaled dragon snaked out from Feng Qing'an's sleeve, looked at Feng Qing'an, and uttered a soft moan full of joy.

Seal of Zhenhai of the Nine Kings of the Wild Sea!
Minglongjia has always been thinking about it, it has always been thinking about it, and now it has finally waited for the opportunity. Originally, the owner had no intention of confronting this Suicune, but now some ghosts and gods came to the door on their own initiative.

"Little glutton!"

Looking at the bright dragon armor with obvious intentions, Feng Qing'an flicked it on the head angrily,
"Why do you want everything?"

Yin~
"Okay, I got it, I won't lose you if I have the opportunity, those who are virtuous soldiers live in them, and the virtues left by Shui Jun should be lost!"

While speaking, Feng Qing'an glanced at Ming Longjia.

[Fifth Soul Deed: Minglong]

[Race: Psychic Armor]

[Attributes: Spirit, Dragon, Water, Thunder]

[Potential Level: Monarch Medium]

[Battle power level: Commander·Superior]

The exchanges and battles with the warriors had a great impact on this little guy, not only did his combat power increase significantly, but even his potential increased by a small amount.

Not only did Ming Longjia improve a lot, but Heishan and Bai Yao, who had been with him for a long time, also changed a lot.

[First soul contract: Black Mountain]

[Race: Wolfhound]

[Attributes: Demon, Beast]

[Potential Level: Monarch Medium]

[Battle power level: Commander·Superior]

Black Mountain is still suppressing the realm, but the breakthrough is close at hand, and its potential has risen again. As for Bai Yao, during the period of following him, he has also been reborn.

[Race: Spirit Wolf]

[Attributes: Spirit, Beast]

[Potential Level: King·Inferior]

[Battle power level: Commander·Superior]

(End of this chapter)