The Emperor is Above

Chapter 101 These four locust trees might have become spirits!

The morning sun is bright red and the morning mist is light.

Qing Yi stretched lazily, stretched his arms, and walked out of the hut leisurely.

Under the golden sunlight, four huge locust trees stand quietly on the solitary hill.

Seeing the familiar tree shape and twisted branches, Qing Yi couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. With the protection of these dragon claw locust tree spirits, the safety of the solitary hill would be no problem.

But the villagers were frightened. Four locust trees appeared out of nowhere overnight. Such a strange thing made them open their mouths wide and unable to speak for a long time.

"W-what's going on?"

"I remember that when we moved, these locust trees disappeared. I was in such a hurry at the time that I didn't have time to ask more questions. I thought the head of the village had cut them down."

"The trunks of these locust trees are five meters tall and two meters in diameter. How can such huge locust trees be easily moved?"

Chai Yong's face was full of vigilance: "It's really the four dragon claw locust trees in the locust hill. Look, the nest built by the little phoenix and the big rooster is still there!"

Now the villagers were even more frightened.

A woman said with fear on her face: "These four locust trees may have become spirits!"

"Tread?"

The villagers trembled together. This guess was the most reasonable one. If it wasn't a tree spirit, how could it appear on the hill overnight?

Seeing Qing Yi's figure, the villagers gathered around him and said in panic, "Village head, I'm afraid these four locust trees in your house are tree spirits."

"Yes, I have heard since I was a child that tree spirits drink human blood to cultivate. If we are entangled by these four tree spirits, will our lives be in danger?"

Qing Yi couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "Don't panic, uncles and aunts, these four dragon claw locust trees are indeed tree spirits, but they will never harm human lives."

However, horror stories about mountain spirits and tree monsters murdering people often circulated in the country pavilion, making the villagers panic and confused. They surrounded him and talked non-stop, which made Qing Yi feel helpless.

"Cough cough cough-"

The old man, leaning on a cane, walked slowly over with the old man and five or six other old men.

Hearing the villagers' panic shouting, he angrily said with an unhappy face: "Why are you all so panicking? Many of you came to Huaiqiu when you were young.

"We have lived next to these locust trees for more than 20 years. Among the hundreds of people in the locust hill, has anyone been killed by the tree spirits? Think carefully, is there not one?"

The villagers looked at each other and finally nodded in agreement that indeed no one had ever been harmed by the tree spirit. Their originally panicked mood also began to ease.

"Since we live next to these four locust trees, no one has been murdered in the past 20 years. You guys have nothing to fear!"

The old man tapped his cane, his white beard trembling.

"We all moved to Guqiu with Qingyi, close to the dangerous Jiming Lake. From now on, the safety of our whole family will depend on these few locust trees to protect us.

So don’t be surprised by them in the future. When you worship your ancestors during festivals, don’t forget to pay your respects to these tree spirits as a token of your gratitude.”

It was not until now that Qing Yi realized that the old men in the locust hill had long known that their four dragon claw locust trees were tree spirits. With their help, they came forward to appease the villagers, and everyone quickly settled down and started to be busy again.

However, the big rooster and the little phoenix saw that their nests were taken away by the locust tree, and they flapped their wings without hesitation and flew to the treetops, chirping happily. "Brother Yi, so it turned out that you and grandpa were talking about these four tree spirits yesterday!"

After the villagers dispersed, Shi Dazhu came over with a look of shock and emotion, "I have been so proud of my promotion to the fourth rank all these years, but I have been wronged by you many times.

It’s ok that I didn’t recognize the big rooster and the civet cat as ferocious beasts, but I didn’t even recognize these four tree spirits. It seems that grandpa is right. I am really too weak. "

Qing Yi was speechless after hearing this: "Brother Dazhu, if your fourth-grade cultivation is too weak, I have just been promoted to the ninth-grade warrior realm."

"You don't need to enlighten him, kid Yi. Dazhu has been slacking off in the past two years!"

Old Man Shi held Niuniu in one hand and twisted a piece of green grass in the other, and walked over calmly, "You can't tell that the four dragon claw locust trees are tree spirits, which only means that your cultivation is weaker than theirs.

The fact that you can't tell that the civet cat and the rooster are strange beasts and fierce birds only shows that your eyesight is not good enough. When you return home, you should meditate and practice hard, and advance to the third level as soon as possible."

"Grandpa, you said these dragon claw locust trees are at least at the third level?" Shi Dazhu was shocked at first, but when he saw Old Man Shi nod, he couldn't help but say solemnly, "It's true that my grandson has been slack in the past few years."

Old Man Shi nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Yi and said, "Boy Yi, we are going back to the capital today. I just found a lot of Star Spirit Grass on the top of the hill.

Although this grass is not a spiritual grass, it can absorb spiritual energy and cultivate spiritual soil. Be careful not to ruin it. I am waiting for your good news."

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Old Man Shi and Shi Dazhu took Niuniu away.

I followed here before because I was worried that Qing Yi would encounter too many dangers in Guqiu and would not be able to protect his own safety.

Now that they found that there were four dragon claw locust tree spirits of at least the third level guarding the trees, there would not be any major danger, so they naturally left with peace of mind.

Knowing that their head has such a powerful trump card, the villagers feel more confident and are more motivated to do anything.

Neither the thousands of ferocious alligators in the nearby river nor the growing number of huge herds of beasts around Jiming Lake could frighten them.

As the weather gradually warmed up, the villagers spent two days harvesting reeds, thatch, and cutting branches, and built enough straw huts in the sparse woods on the sunny slope of the hill to shelter from the wind and rain.

Then, under the command of Hei Weng, who had the most farming experience, spring plowing began. The preferred farming land was the flattest and most fertile land in the southwest of the solitary hill.

Qing Yi was a corporal who was granted a title. His fiefdom was one mile in area, which contained 1,000 acres of farmland. He also added an additional 500 acres of land, making a total of 1,500 acres of arable land. Together with the 100 acres of farmland each villager received and the land granted for military merit, the total amount of land was nearly 7,000 acres.

Hei Weng led the young and strong villagers to farm, the women led the children to clear the weeds, and Bo Wu and Jiang Ji led some elderly people to cook and provide logistics.

As the lord, Qing Yi led Gongsun Wu, Dongmen Hu, Dongmen Bao, Chai Yong, Daniu and others to hunt by the river, providing a large amount of alligator meat and animal meat every day for everyone to eat and replenish their physical strength.

In just seven or eight days, nearly 7,000 mu of farmland was cultivated. Hei Weng held the sowing plow and said with a feeling of unfulfilled desire: "In the past, during spring ploughing, I always hated the large amount of farmland and the hard work. Now I just feel that the amount of farmland is too small. It would be great if a family could cultivate 1,000 mu of farmland."

Qing Yi smiled secretly in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't have time to subdue Qing Xi to farm. Otherwise, Hei Weng would have become addicted to farming and would have wanted to farm tens of thousands of acres of land himself.

After the spring plowing is completed, the villagers start to build village houses and construct their new homes, and they work even harder.

The rammed earth walls are three feet thick and look simple but are warm in winter and cool in summer. The wooden beams, pillars, rafters, doors and windows were all dismantled from locust hills. Coupled with the thick thatched roof, construction is not difficult.

Everyone worked in an orderly manner, and there was laughter and joy every day. In less than a month, a brand new village was built on the hill and was named Guqiuli.

After walking around his two hundred-foot-long and wide courtyard for a few times, Qing Yi muttered with great satisfaction: "Finally, I have my own home again. I must ask Mu Ling for any good suggestions."

(End of this chapter)