The Emperor is Above

Chapter 331: Except for the fact that you can’t fight, it’s pretty fun!
Yang Hu was a little unhappy, but not because he was jealous of others' achievements.

Instead, he was troubled by the fact that his combat puppet soldiers had made no progress, which made him doubt his own thinking.

"I spent a lot of exotic beast bones, refining materials, and crystals to make a puppet soldier that can only do a few funny actions. I really don't live up to the expectations and trust of the senior doctor."

Yang Hu pointed listlessly at a puppet soldier about three feet tall beside him, and with a face full of shame, he introduced to Qing Yi his achievements over the past ten days.

Compared with the achievements of Lu Wangzhi, Jiang Gongwang, Ying Feizi and others, he felt that his achievements were not worth mentioning. If Qing Yi had not asked him specifically, he would have been too ashamed to introduce them to others.

"Sir, this puppet soldier made by Yang Hu is quite entertaining, except that it can't fight!"

Zhu Zhiwu picked up a palm-sized central formation controller and enthusiastically controlled the puppet soldiers to perform funny movements, causing many students in the carriage to burst into laughter.

Yang Hu's already depressed face suddenly became darker. He had been teased a lot by his bad friend Zhu Zhiwu recently. Fortunately, the senior doctor Long Chengyi did not laugh, which made Yang Hu feel a little comforted.

Qing Yi held his chin with one hand and watched carefully how Zhu Zhiwu controlled the puppet soldiers.

Although it has no fighting power, its movements appear to be more flexible. If it were carved more carefully, people would probably think it was a real actor entertaining people.

At this moment, Yang Hu suddenly found Qing Yi also laughing, and he felt bitter in his heart, thinking that he would also be teased, but unexpectedly Qing Yi turned around and comforted him: "Yang Hu, who said that the puppet soldiers you made are useless?

There is no waste in this world. It depends on how you make use of its function. Even a pile of cow dung can be used to fertilize the fields. This toy in your eyes also has its great use.

I will draw dozens of character portraits for you in a while. Please make corresponding puppets according to the portraits.

There are 15,000 people in our migration team. The young and strong people practice martial arts every day, the women work hard at weaving, and the children go to school every day. It is not a good thing to be too tense and have no entertainment.

I'd like to trouble you for help. Let's make a puppet show and perform it every night when we camp, so as to enrich the spiritual world of many people."

Initially, in order to reduce conflicts and contradictions among the young and strong people, women and children and integrate them into a whole as quickly as possible, these people suffered a lot.

Now, many measures have achieved good results, and all the subjects have recognized the entire group. At the same time, they must be allowed to combine work and rest so as not to suffer from excessive mental stress and fatigue.

Although Yang Hu didn't know what puppetry was, since Qing Yi mentioned it as so important, he agreed without hesitation. At least it would allow him to hone his proficiency in making puppet soldiers.

"Doctor, if you want to make puppets, all of us brothers can do it!" Zhu Zhiwu never disliked playing with things, and other students of the Imperial Academy were also very interested in it.

"Haha, since everyone is willing to get involved, let's all work together. It would be best if we can finish it tonight!"

Qing Yi quickly drew the appearance of the Ghost King Ningtu, the High Priest of the Black Wind Tribe, the Cat Ghost God, the Red God of Wealth, the Black Wind God, the Ghost Witch Tribe's Wu Xiang, Wu Peng, the Beast Soul Warrior, and many powerful wild people from the Jiming Lake.

These portraits are all the ones Qing Yi has actually seen, except for the appearance of the Black Wind God, which was made up by Qing Yi himself.

After all, what the Black Wind God revealed was just a projection of his avatar, and he was killed by the city defense formation before he could successfully descend. We can only imagine his facial features and physique based on his outer outline.

Whenever Qing Yi painted a portrait, the exquisite style would attract dozens of students from the Imperial College to scramble for it, especially the portrait of the high priest of the Black Wind Tribe, which attracted the covetousness of many students from the Imperial College.

In the whole afternoon, sixty students made a total of seventy or eighty completely different puppets. The puppet of the chief priest of the Black Wind Tribe alone had nearly twenty different shapes. Although Qing Yi was speechless about this group of young students, he still gave them a high evaluation after carefully checking each work:
"Very good, very good. I will write the plot first, and then go to Aunt Hua and the others for help when we camp in the evening to make dozens of small clothes for the puppets."

The realm of thought has always been a battlefield of extremely fierce conflicts. If you don't occupy it, someone else will. The increasingly rampant worship and sacrifice of evil gods in various countries in Zhongzhou is a very vivid lesson.

Qing Yi wants to use puppet shows to entertain the people in his territory, while also making them aware of the methods and evil of the various evil gods, as well as the many murders and bloody sacrifices they have committed.

For the whole afternoon, Qing Yi not only guided Yang Hu in making puppets, but also wrote more than a dozen short scripts, some of which included the old man's personal experiences in the State of Chen.

Before they knew it, it was evening and time for camping. Teams of sleds were organized in an orderly manner to form camps. As soon as Qing Yi walked out of the sled, he saw two giant boys from the Wangmang clan running towards him excitedly.

"Brother Qing Yi, Brother Qing Yi!"

Wang Mang's voice sounded a little strange. He was so excited that his face turned red. "My brother Qi Ji and I finally advanced to the sixth rank upper armored warriors."

"Your Wangmang giants are advancing too fast!"

Qing Yi was happy but speechless at the same time. A few days ago, Wang Mangqiji and Wang Mangqubing came running over excitedly to say that they had been promoted to seventh-rank lower-armor soldiers.

Unexpectedly, in less than ten days, they were promoted to sixth-rank upper-armored warriors again. If it weren't for the decline of the four ancient giant clans and the decreasing number of clan members, the giants would be the masters of this land of four poles and eight wildernesses.

Wang Mangqiji was a little calmer, and although his face was red with excitement, his tone was calm: "Brother Qingyi, Uncle Yu Wang said that it is normal for us to progress so quickly.

The Wangmang clan members are physically strong. The period from the age of thirteen or fourteen to twenty-five is the time when they grow up. Practicing martial arts at this time will have better results, and it is also the stage when practice progresses the fastest.

After the age of 25, the progress of cultivation will slow down. If you wait until the age of 35 or 40 to practice, even if you obtain the cultivation method of your ancestors, the effect you achieve will be greatly reduced. "

Wang Mang Qubing nodded as he listened, and at the end he said with regret: "If only Uncle Yu Wang could have met Brother Qing Yi a few years earlier, it would have been great. Now even if he practices, he can only reach the peak of the fourth rank at most."

"If Uncle Yu Wang had met me a few years earlier, it wouldn't necessarily be a good thing!" Qing Yi frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, and whispered to comfort him.

“In fact, the fourth level is not bad. The giants of the Wangmang clan are born with supernatural powers and strong physiques. Even if they are at the fourth level, they can be comparable to the third level of combatants in terms of combat power.

It would be great if Brother Gongsun, Uncle Chai and the others could advance so quickly. By the time they reach Dragon City, their current strength is still a little weak. "

Qing Yi had been busy with various affairs recently and felt that he hadn't chatted with the two giant boys for a long time, so he started chatting with them while walking.

"Wow—someone else has advanced to the next level!"

A chaotic vortex of spiritual energy appeared in the camp not far away, rolling up the snowflakes on the ground, causing exclamations from many people in the surrounding camps and interrupting the communication between Qing Yi and the two giant boys of the Wangmang clan.

Then, the loud voice of Daniu was heard shouting, "Hey, Gongsun Jiazai has advanced again, this time to the fifth-grade warrior realm!"

(End of this chapter)