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Chapter 301: Yizi Town Family (asking for monthly ticket)

The fifth level of internal energy is prepared for the powerful internal strength of the grandmaster level.

What matters is savings.

It takes time and effort to polish it bit by bit before it can be achieved.

Even the strongest cavalry general of the younger generation, like Ling Pingyang, had spent several years slowly honing his skills to the late stage of the fifth level. If he continues to practice, he may have a chance to break through to the sixth level.

But at this moment.

Under the dual impact of the power of the ancient red dragon and the charm of the Nine Cauldrons, Li Guanyi's internal energy was rapidly increasing at an astonishing speed. In just a dozen breaths, he surpassed the internal energy cultivation of an ordinary person for ten years and directly reached the peak of the fifth level.

The roar of the ancient red dragon shook the four directions.

The clouds were stirred up and dispersed.

One side of the Jiuzhou Ding has completely returned to its original golden appearance, with a map of the mountains and rivers of the Jiangnan region engraved on it. However, the ancient red dragon was shocked and furious. He felt an indescribable aura pressing on him.

heavy!

Extremely heavy!

It seemed as if the heavy weight under the tripod was going to crush him directly!

It cannot be hidden or avoided, it is as vast as the sky.

Even the experience of the Ancient Red Dragon was shocked at this moment, and he asked: "What exactly is this Nine Cauldron? Why is it so heavy!"

Li Guanyi felt that Jiuzhou Ding suddenly calmed down.

He took advantage of the situation to suppress the Nine Provinces Cauldron's absorption of the Red Dragon's vitality. The boundless vitality of the Ancient Red Dragon was instantly withdrawn. He then looked around himself and immediately became angry: "What on earth is this!?"

"You actually absorbed 800 years of my lifespan?!"

Li Guanyi was shocked.

The Jiuzhou Cauldron has only restored one-ninth of its body, but it has already consumed 800 years of the lifespan of the Ancient Red Dragon. If it were in its full glory, wouldn't it have drained the rest of the Ancient Red Dragon's lifespan?

The ancient red dragon raised its head, and its scales vibrated, knocking Li Guanyi away.

Qilin landed in the void, stepped on the fire cloud, and caught Li Guanyi.

There was a large area of ​​red-gold fire clouds glowing all around.

Li Guanyi raised his head and saw a huge red dragon hovering between heaven and earth, staring at him with extremely strong anger in his pupils. Even the ancient Candle Dragon Lord was now annoyed.

Li Guanyi felt his whole body stiffen, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

The immortality skill had no effect at all, and the internal energy could not be circulated.

The power gap is too great.

Li Guanyi, on the other hand, did not shrink back. He just raised his head, stared at the ancient red dragon, exhaled, and said in a relaxed manner, "Senior, I have already advised you."

The boundless anger of the ancient red dragon paused for a moment.

"…………"

Li Guanyi looked sincere: "You won't be hurt by this thing, right?"

"Eight thousand years of ancient red dragon foundation."

"Will it not be damaged by my unawakened divine weapon?"

"The Lord of the Crimson Flame, the Heavenly Lord of the Candle Dragon Swallowing the Sun!"

"How could he be injured by a mere Nine Cauldrons Divine Weapon that has not yet recovered?"

The ancient red dragon and Li Guanyi looked at each other.

The ancient red dragon was directly picked up by Li Guanyi, who was wandering the city when he was young.

For a moment, the air was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

Only the Fire Kylin saw the cloud floating by like a big peach. He opened his mouth and took a bite of the cloud, his cheeks moving up and down as he ate the cloud.

Chew, chew.

This, this has no taste.

The little unicorn was melancholy.

He glanced at the blue orb.

Instead, the atmosphere between the ancient red dragon and Li Guanyi, who were confronting each other, eased a lot. Li Guanyi's back was wet. The ancient red dragon sighed:

"You are so brave, but I really shouldn't take my anger out on you."

"I laughed at the Fire Qilin who died from eating the orb. I laughed for eight hundred years."

"I almost followed in that guy's footsteps today."

"However, by absorbing my vast vitality and 800 years of life, your divine weapon has recovered!"

Li Guanyi hesitated for a moment and answered honestly, "Not yet."

The atmosphere became increasingly silent and awkward.

The Fire Qilin gave up swallowing the bead and out of boredom scooped up a bird from the air. He blew fire on the bird and turned it into roasted wings. He stuffed the wings into his mouth and chewed them slowly.

Li Guanyi took the initiative to say: "However, a large part of it has also been awakened."

"As for absorbing the senior's life span and vitality."

"This tripod is definitely not an evil object. I think there must be some problems with it. There should be a way to remedy it later."

The ancient red dragon said: "Just consider this matter as my mistake, there is no need to mention it again."

"But if you want to reverse the "Son of Heaven's Divine Art" and fix the destiny of the people, so that it will not be taken away by the heroes of the world, but will be returned to the people, you need a divine weapon. Now that thing cannot be produced, what should you do?"

Li Guanyi's mind dived into it, sensing the charm emanating from the Nine Cauldrons. He seemed to have realized something and said, "I may have a way."

"Oh? What is it?"

Li Guanyi looked at the ancient red dragon:

"Recast the Nine Cauldrons."

........................

Recasting the Nine Cauldrons is not like in the legend, gathering all the gold in the Nine Provinces to cast one vessel. Li Guanyi does not have that ability. Even if one-ninth of the Nine Provinces Cauldron is restored, there is no way for Li Guanyi to do that.

He sensed the revived charm of the bronze tripod.

He planned to follow the practice of the ancient sages and gather gold and iron from all over the eighteen states in the south of the Yangtze River to cast a large tripod. It didn't have to be too much gold and iron, as long as there was some from each state. Then he would activate the spirit of the Nine Tripods in Li Guanyi's body to imitate the Nine States Tripod and gather the energy of the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Cast this tripod.

As a substitute for the magical weapon needed for "The Divine Art of the Son of Heaven".

He told his idea to the Ancient Red Dragon. The Ancient Red Dragon pondered for a long time and helped him perfect the concept and details. He said: "For example, Tuyuhun melted the seals of the thirty-six tribes and cut off their heads; or the incident of Emperor Wu of Chen three hundred years ago."

"Only when one's own aura is extremely strong and one is at the peak of luck can one forge a magic weapon, and only then can one perfectly connect luck and magic weapons. You'd better think of something similar as a preparation."

"When things like this push the fortune of the mountains and rivers of Jiangnan to the limit, the forging of this tripod can be successful. As for forging the tripod, I don't think it is difficult at all."

"The Murong family is a family of forgers, and Murong Longtu is also here. Does the thing you forged count as the heyday of the Nine Cauldrons?"

Li Guanyi was thinking and answered subconsciously: "Is it one ninth?"

He immediately realized that he had spoken out of turn.

The ancient red dragon had guessed his own vast vitality, and even reduced his lifespan by 800 years. He only awakened one-ninth of the power of the magic weapon called [Nine Cauldrons]. For a moment, because the gap was too great, he lost his temper and anger. He was left with a feeling of being speechless and sighed:
"I don't know where this person forged these nine tripods. They are truly amazing."

"However, I'm afraid that the one you cast of the Nine Cauldrons is far from the full glory of the Nine Cauldrons. I really want to see what the Nine Cauldrons look like in their full glory."

Li Guanyi joked:
"Then would you like to give me the vitality of 6,400 years of life to try again?"

The ancient red dragon seemed to laugh in anger: "How disrespectful!"

"What a poor fellow, yet he is so arrogant!"

With a sudden shock, the majestic and vast dragon swung its tail.

It was like hitting a small ball, knocking Li Guanyi and Qilin into the sea of ​​clouds.

The ancient red dragon said, "Go down!!!"

Li Guanyi and Qilin fell rapidly downwards. Compared with the previous level, his internal energy was more than twice as powerful as before. Li Guanyi clenched his fist and suddenly smashed it into the air on one side.

There was a bang.

The Xue family's Broken Jade Fist displayed an extreme explosive power.

The majestic internal energy exploded in the air, shattering the clouds. The reverse impact force slowed down Li Guan's falling speed. He punched again and again in this way, keeping his falling speed within a safe range.

Finally, he spread out his hands and mobilized the Red Dragon Dharma Image. Accompanied by bursts of low dragon roars, the vitality around Li Guanyi collapsed and compressed inwards, turning into dragon scales that looked like red gems.

The dragon scales moved, and Li Guan fell down like a swimming dragon.

The branches were broken and the leaves fell one by one.

Fell into the pond together with the Qilin.

With a bang, a large amount of water splashed. After all, he was only at the peak of the fifth level. He was swung away by the ancient red dragon's tail, and was knocked dizzy. It took him a while to recover.

With a wave of his arms, he floated out from the bottom of the water.

There was a fallen leaf stuck in her black hair.

Then it was poked by a finger.

A girl in a simple astrologer's robe squatted by the pond, her silver hair hanging down. She stretched out her finger and poked Li Guanyi's cheek, making a small dent.

Poke, poke.

Li Guanyi was stunned: "Yaoguang, what are you doing here?"

The girl thought carefully and answered, "Make a wish."

"What do you wish for?"

Yaoguang thought for a moment and said, "Make a wish for endless steamed buns to fall from the sky."

Li Guanyi laughed and said, "It's a pity it's me."

"Pull me up."

The silver-haired girl thought about it, picked up a branch and stretched it out, looking at Li Guanyi seriously. The boy grabbed the branch, flew into the air, and landed on the shore.

When Li Guanyi fell from the sky, he first lowered his head to look at the wine gourd on his waist. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the medicinal herbs inside were still there.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't miss it."

“I didn’t miss.”

Li Guanyi breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately shook his body and let out a low dragon roar. With his cultivation at the peak of the fifth level, the Red Dragon form was revealed. White steam rose from Li Guanyi's body, and the water on him was evaporated instantly.

Li Guanyi and Yaoguang went to the army.

First, these precious medicines were handed over to the seven old ghosts of Qilin for research and then planted by farmers.

Then he went to visit the old sorcerer and told him Hou Zhongyu's [Qilin Five Elements Transformation Method]. The old sorcerer seemed to be thinking about something and said, "Hou Zhongyu, you are quite talented."

"It's a pity that it's too extreme."

Li Guanyi said: "Can the senior deduce it?"

The old sorcerer didn't make any promises, but just said, "You can give it a try."

Li Guan thanked him again and again and left.

Although Hou Zhongyu is a bad guy.

But Hou Zhongyu’s master is also here!
Lao Hou, Lao Hou, just go with peace of mind.

Li Guanyi went to find Yan Daiqing and others again, and ordered them to find gold and iron from all over and send them over. Pure gold and iron was not needed, and it would be best if it was something that had been used by the people but was useless at the moment. When the order was passed down, Yan Daiqing and others did not understand it, but they still passed it on loyally.

"Forging the Nine Cauldrons..."

Although he knew that the Nine Cauldrons he cast could only be regarded as creations that imitated its charm, for some reason, just hearing these four words in his mind made Li Guanyi feel as if his blood was boiling.

Cast nine tripods and carve jade seals.

One country under heaven.

Thoughts arise in my mind one by one.

Li Guanyi shook his head, collected his mind, and was not moved by many thoughts. Slowly, these thoughts gradually disappeared and lay dormant. Li Guanyi directly threw away these thoughts that seemed to rise from his soul.

These three together are almost the stamp of Li Guanyi's thoughts in his soul.

in short--

Unity, unity! Those who do not seek unity are all rats!

“I just don’t know what changes will happen after one of the Nine Cauldrons is cast.” Li Guanyi stretched out his hand. He could faintly feel that the [Cauldron] with some of the charm and imprint of the Nine Cauldrons was cast and integrated with the more than 2,000 miles of territory in the Jiangnan area.

There will be a transformation.

But I don’t know what kind of transformation it is.

"The divine power of the Son of Heaven?"

"The Cauldron of Kyushu."

"But I don't know which is higher and which is lower?"

………………

Qin Wuhou's order was passed down. Although the people everywhere did not know the significance of this order, the reputation of this young prince in the Jiangnan area was so strong that he was known as an "unknown monarch."

Your Excellency wants this gold and iron that has been used but is now useless.

What else is there to say?
Naturally, they were all taken out.

Old Wentou is an old farmer. Old farmers like him who have experienced the vicissitudes of life for decades have a habit, that is, frugality. It is not frugality in the sense of saving money, but frugality in the sense of saving things. They pick up everything and bring it home.

"This thing will be useful. You never know when it will come in handy."

As he spoke, he picked up the things bit by bit and brought them back home.

As he walked along, his family members died one by one in the war.

He has a room where he keeps these things.

Any wood I saw on the way or broken tables and chairs at home, I stuffed them in the vault thinking they might be useful someday. Before I knew it, I had accumulated a lot of them. Today, after hearing the government order, I went to pick them up for the first time.

slam-la-

Old Wen just touched it slightly, and the things he had collected over decades collapsed like an avalanche. If it weren't for the young man who passed by and helped him, Old Wen might have been buried.

Old Wen hurriedly invited the young man to sit down, saying that he wanted to express his gratitude. He then dug out a teapot, poured him a cup of tea, and brought out some fruits and a plate of peanuts.

After settling the young man down, he went back to work.

The young man looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a shirt that was bleached from washing, and you could barely tell it was blue. It was estimated that he came from a humble background and was not a rich man.

Old Wentou was chatting while looking for something. He finally pulled the thing out, exhaled, and said with a smile: "I told you, keep this thing, it will definitely be useful in the future!"

After he said that, he realized that the old woman was long gone and there was no way she could nag and argue with him.

Old Wentou seemed to be used to it, just like the old people of his age. When no one answered their questions, he habitually muttered to himself: "I told you it would be useful, isn't it used now?"

"Still talking about me, talking about me."

"Look at this, what a grand occasion this is, and how useful it is!"

The young man looked over and saw what was in Old Wen's hand. It was a hoe, but only the iron part was left. The wooden handle had rotted away a bit, and there was a lot of rust on the iron hoe.

Old Wen brought a basin of water and sat by the well to grind away the rust, saying as he did so:

"My dear, I'm sorry to embarrass you, but I have to do this myself."

The poor young man wearing a jade hairpin said:

"This hoe is..."

Old Wentou answered readily:

"A hoe, what else can I say?"

"I still remember this. I made it when I was fifteen. I said I made it, but actually I melted my father's broken pot and asked the village blacksmith to make it. At that time, let me think about it. Queen Ying was sick a few years before she died."

"The emperor is far away, I can't remember clearly."

"After I made the hoe, I married a girl from the same village."

"Don't look at me because I am thin now. Back then, I was very strong. I used this hoe to help her family till the fields. Everyone who saw me would say I was a good young man. My old woman married me because she saw how strong I was."

"Hey, in a few years, there's a big fat boy."

Old Wen looked at the hoe in his hand and said, "I relied on this hoe to support my family. Later, when my son grew up, I gave him this hoe and made him an iron pot. He also went to find his wife."

The young man asked, "What happened next?"

Old Wen smiled and said, "What happened later? It was because of the war. First the taxes were heavy, and then they recruited people to go to the battlefield. Basically, this happened every one or two years, and it never stopped. When I was in my forties, my son's village was separated from me."

"It seemed that some master had gone there. A few days later, I went to check. Hey, everything in the village was gone. My son's house was burned down. I looked for him but couldn't find his family. Everything was burned down. The house collapsed. I only saw this hoe still there."

"I just brought back the hoe and two old cabbages that were drying in the sun in the back."

"That's a good hoe."

"My son is gone, but I still have the hoe and the two pickled cabbages. I've been eating them for a while. They're so good, I can't throw them away..."

Old Wentou said softly:

"The old man was also caught transporting food and grass."

"We encountered bandits blocking the road, and then we saw my son with a broken arm. He was in the bandits' den, holding a knife. He seemed to want to say something to me, but he didn't say anything. The government troops came out and killed people indiscriminately, and my son was stabbed to death with a knife."

"I still have this hoe in my hand."

"He was covered in blood."

"Then the government troops said they were celebrating with a drink, so I took advantage of the night when they were drunk and went over to smash the skull of the soldier who killed my son with the hoe. It broke into pieces with a clang and a snap, and all the red and white flesh came out."

"It's no harder than hoeing the ground."

"It's like breaking up a big clod of earth when you're hoeing the ground."

Old Wen was mumbling something. He finally polished off the rust on the hoe, as if it had just been made decades ago. He said, "This is a really good hoe. Really, it's strong and easy to use. It's still in good condition after all these years."

"But if the Lord wants it, this is the best thing."

The young man asked, "Aren't you going to stay now?"

Old Wentou said: "No need, that person from Heitu..."

"Oh, yes, it was the Mohist school. Those guys made something very strange, which is more useful than a hoe. At my age, I can only grow crops and have food to eat. This hoe has been with me all my life and I don't need it anymore."

"Life has finally settled down, but I don't know how long this stability will last. In the past, people said it was peaceful, but it's really not. I've been watching people being beaten all my life."

"These past two years have been very peaceful and good."

He touched the hoe. He had experienced all the things over the past few decades with this hoe. He touched it, picked it up, and said, "Brother, come on, let's go together..."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves, and a young man on a horse turned over and fell off. Seeing the young man walking quickly, he glanced at the old Wentou over there and said, "...There is news."

The young man smiled apologetically to the old man over there, and the old man smiled proudly and said:
"I've seen it before. You are one of those students, right? A junior official?"

Li Guan smiled and said, "Yes, a small official."

"How big?"

“About the size of a sesame seed.”

"How big is that?"

"Look, I still have to help you here. How big can this be?"

"That's true. In the past, those high-ranking officials had their heads flying, and they were surrounded by dozens of followers."

"If you really are a high-ranking official, I, an old man, won't be able to see you."

Old Wentou touched the hoe that had accompanied him all his life, handed it to him and said, "Since the Lord wants something, you can help me deliver it there. This place is far, and I won't leave."

"I was chopping wood to cook today, and you helped me out earlier, little brother. How about eating together?"

"Then excuse me."

Li Guanyi took the simple hoe with both hands. Old Wen waved his hand and went back to wash rice and cook. After watching the old man go back, the student whispered, "Sir, Wen Changshi has urgent news."

Li Guanyi unfolded the letter and his eyes drooped slightly.

It was the news brought by Wen Lingjun that Li Guanyi's order reached all directions, and the people were all willing to help complete it. However, the noble families in various places pretended to obey, made various excuses, and even deliberately interfered.

“This has happened several times.”

It has been more than a year since Li Guanyi took control of Jiangnan. This time, in addition to smelting gold and iron in various states, Li Guanyi also issued other orders. These aristocratic families could not do anything to stop the gold and iron, but they could not shirk the other orders.

Li Guanyi also understood.

The wise people from these aristocratic families could see that Li Guanyi shared the world with the common people.

Instead of the eight hundred years of the Red Emperor sharing the world with the aristocratic families.

This was not the first time that these smart people wanted to use the rules to check and balance Li Guanyi. Smoke rose behind him and Li Guanyi smelled the smell of firewood burning. The student held paper and pen, and Li Guanyi picked up the pen.

There are two kinds of ink.

One is black ink and the other is cinnabar.

Li Guanyi closed his eyes.

There was a pause.

Qin Wuhou opened his eyes.

He picked up the pen, and the blue robe that had been starched and bleached looked like a kirin and cloud pattern. He picked up the pen and dipped it in cinnabar, wrote only one word on the memorial, and then put the pen down.

The student took a look and his expression was moved. He looked at Li Guanyi in front of him, took a deep breath, bowed, and said, "I will accept your order."

Turn around and climb onto the horse.

The horses galloped away.

Li Guan turned back and helped the old man to burn firewood. The old man originally thought that he was a scholar or an official, but he didn't expect that this young man was really good at making fire and cooking. He couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in praise.

"What a trick!"

"With this skill, I will definitely be able to find a good wife to live with in the future!"

Li Guanyi smiled shyly and stuffed some firewood in. Old Wentou curled his lips and said, "Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"When I was your age, my son was already out."

"Young man, you better hold on tight!"

"In a little while, when you grow up, there won't be any good girls left."

Li Guanyi couldn't reply.

Old Wen took a sip of wine and said as the old men of his age would, "Besides, since you have governed the place so well, you can have more children in the future."

"One is definitely not enough, and two is a bit too little."

"Three, about right..."

Li Guanyi couldn't resist and replied stubbornly: "Give birth to five!"

Old Wen gave a thumbs up: "Boast!"

"Hahaha, if you're capable, let me see it after you give birth to it!"

Li Guanyi was discouraged.

The student Zhao Jinzhi rushed into the prefectural governor's mansion.

Everyone in Tiance Mansion took a look.

The cinnabar brush and ink, just one word, domineering and indifferent.

Wen Lingjun closed his eyes and said, "Wen He, how are your preparations going?"

Wen He smiled and said, "About 90%."

Wen Lingjun held the imperial edict in his hands and said solemnly and slowly:

"The king's decree may be reward or punishment."

"Those who have made contributions must be rewarded. Without rewards, it is not enough to motivate the people. Those who have committed crimes must be punished. Without punishment, it is not enough to deter the soldiers. Before the lord goes to the Western Regions, cast a tripod. We want the lord to see that the troubles of the aristocratic families have been resolved."

"Gentlemen, come on."

He put the file on the table.

White paper and cinnabar, just one word.

Plain and simple.

say--

【punish】.

(End of this chapter)