Chapter 21: People Send Murder Intent, Heaven and Earth Repeat (Part 1)

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After some struggle, the heavy eyelids finally opened slowly, and the scenery in the eyes gradually became clear.

What Lu Qingshan saw was a yellowed tent roof.

Looking at the dirty and dilapidated roof, the memories before he passed out flooded back like a flood.

Daoji was drawn, and in the case of being seriously injured, he used Zhentian excessively.

Even with Wang Chuan's power of life, his condition has only changed from terrible to not so bad.

So after he forced himself to chop off his Dao foundation, he passed out uncontrollably.

Lu Qingshan struggled, and slowly supported his body with his arms to sit up.

After sitting up, he calmed down and sank into his dantian.

His Nascent Soul is still sitting cross-legged in the dantian, but at this time the divine light is dimmed, his eyes are closed tightly, as if he has fallen into a deep sleep, and there is no more power coming out.

Since he cut off the Dao foundation, he had to reshape the Dao foundation from the realm of refining Qi.

Before Daoji was reshaped, he was a mortal who lost all his cultivation.

However, although his cultivation was lost, his realm was still there.

So this road of rebuilding the Dao Foundation is naturally much easier than the first practice.

Because his practice will not encounter any bottlenecks until his cultivation base returns to the initial stage of the Nascent Soul.

"It's really back to before liberation..." Lu Qingshan felt the situation in his body, and said with emotion: "Take this opportunity, we must create a truly flawless foundation."

He cruelly cut off his Dao foundation, just to make up for it.

Fortunately, he found the problem early.

If he discovered the problem of the Dao Foundation after he reached the sixth or seventh realm, then the price would be really too high if he wanted to rebuild the Dao Foundation.

Moreover, it is definitely not an easy task to completely withdraw one's Dao foundation from the body intact.

Fortunately, the magic power of this mountain ghost is strong enough.

In other words, the mountain ghost actually helped him find out his own problems in advance.

What a ghost.

Lu Qingshan sighed.

In his dantian, apart from the dimly lit Nascent Soul, there is actually a layer of light dark green spiritual power.

That is the power from the power of mountains and seas, which has not been completely squandered by him.

The remaining part of the power of mountains and seas is equivalent to the spiritual power of Jindan late-stage monks.

But this is a one-time use, and there is no way to recover it after using it, so before repairing your own spiritual power, you must use it sparingly.

Lu Qingshan withdrew from his dantian, frowned slightly, and then began to notice his situation, "Where is this?"

At this moment, the lowered tent curtain was lifted.

Lu Qingshan looked at the door curtain.

He didn't let go of his guard until two tall and thin figures appeared in his line of sight.

"My lord, are you awake?" The tall figure was none other than Qin Yitian, seeing Lu Qingshan awake, his face was full of joy.

The thin figure was a little girl with a sallow and thin face, and there was also joy in her eyes, but also a hint of timidity.

It was the little girl from the 'Yang' tribe who accepted a piece of 'moon cake' from him earlier and told him all the news about Leigongchi.

In that case, I should be in the 'sheep' tribe now.

Lu Qingshan quickly reacted.

Under Lu Qingshan's watchful eyes, Yang Qing'er panicked for a moment, and rubbed the corner of her clothes with her left hand uncomfortably, but still mustered up her courage, and handed over to Lu Qingshan the dilapidated pottery bowl in her hand, Qieqie said: "You are seriously injured, drink this and you will recover sooner..."

Lu Qingshan glanced at the pottery bowl that Yang Qing'er handed over, there was some green pasty liquid in the bowl, and an unpleasant smell hit his face.

As if afraid of Lu Qingshan's dislike, Yang Qing'er quickly added: "If the men in the tribe are injured, they will drink a bowl of 'Tibetan medicine', and they will recover soon."

"This is the herbal medicine that Qing'er personally picked by climbing the rock wall of the canyon, and then boiled it out," Qin Yitian said: "Young master, you have been in a coma for three days."

"I made you worry." Lu Qingshan understood and whispered to Qin Yitian.

Then he smiled kindly at Yang Qing'er, took the bowl of so-called 'Tibetan medicine', and drank it all in one gulp.

He turned the pottery bowl upside down and shook it at Yang Qing'er, indicating that he had drunk not a drop.

Yang Qing'er showed a shy smile.

"My name is Yang Qing'er." Yang Qing'er looked at Lu Qingshan carefully, and then whispered.

"My name is Lu Qingshan, I don't know what's going on, why am I here?" Lu Qingshan smiled gently at the little girl.

"When I was picking food for Yang'er, I met Yitian sister who came out of it with you covered in blood on her back..." What Yang Qing'er said was naturally referring to Leigongchi, "I Seeing how badly you were injured, I quickly brought you back..."

"However..." Yang Qing'er paused, and said cautiously: "The patriarch grandpa saw your injury and said that you used to be a monk, but now your cultivation base seems to be completely ruined, I'm afraid... .”

Lu Qingshan was noncommittal, but did not explain.

Clang, clang!

Suddenly there was a clanging sound outside the tent, mixed with cheers that were faintly visible.

At this time, Yang Qing'er also showed a hint of joy on his face.

"It should be that the hunting team has come back. It seems to have gained something. This time, you have meat to eat. If you eat meat, your body will recover faster." Yang Qing'er was extremely satisfied, and asked expectantly: " Do you want to go out and have a look?"

"Well, okay." Lu Qingshan nodded with a smile, then stood up unsteadily.

He is not a big-muscle bully like a bodybuilder, but he was once a Nascent Soul cultivator, so his physical fitness is naturally much better than ordinary people.

After a short rest, although his whole body was still covered with a thick layer of scabs, he had already recovered his ability to move.

Qin Yitian hurriedly stepped forward to hold Lu Qingshan's arm, although Yang Qing'er was shy, she also came over to support him.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and what Lu Qingshan saw was a group of men in sheepskin clothes, carrying a huge piece of meat, returning triumphantly.

Looks like a fairly successful hunt.

For a small and poor tribe like the 'Yang' tribe, there is no such complicated way of cooking food as frying, frying and frying.

One is that there is not so much attention, and the other is that there is no so-called seasoning.

They cut the meat into fist-sized pieces and threw it into a huge iron pot.

Not long after, the tangy smell of meat spread throughout the small camp.

Yes, the "Yang" tribe still belongs to the primitive system of "big pot rice", where there is food to eat together, and those who have nothing to eat starve together.

Yang Qing'er supported Lu Qingshan, looked at the boiling pot of meat, and swallowed unconsciously.

For the children of the "sheep" tribe, who are extremely scarce in material, nothing is better than eating.

In front of the cauldron, all the people in the tribe line up with bowls, and women hold the spoons.

Women and children get one piece of meat, while adult men get two big pieces.

"Go and line up." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's messy hair and said with a smile.

The little girl was already too greedy, but she insisted on supporting Lu Qingshan.

"But..." Yang Qing'er hesitated.

"It's okay, sister Yitian is supporting me." Lu Qingshan said.

Only then did Yang Qing'er feel relieved, and hastily joined the team.

After all, he was still a child.

An old man came over with two pottery bowls and handed them to Qin Yitian and Lu Qingshan.

There were two pieces of meat in the bowl, and the hard naan was torn up and soaked in it.

"I am the patriarch of this tribe." Patriarch Yang introduced himself.

This is a physical training of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Lu Qingshan glanced at the old man, and he could see his cultivation.

He did not refuse the kindness of Patriarch Yang, and took the pottery bowl.

This bowl of broth is already considered a feast for the members of the 'Yang' tribe, but in Lu Qingshan's opinion, it is not very delicious. After all, apart from some wild vegetables, there are no other condiments and spices added. It is really very bland.

And those hard naans, even if they are shredded and soaked in soup, they are still too hard to swallow.

But Lu Qingshan still drank up the broth.

"The distinguished guest should not be from the local area." Patriarch Yang asked, with a smile on his wrinkled face.

"From the east." Lu Qingshan meant the Eastern Region.

But Patriarch Yang obviously didn't think of going so far away, he just nodded with half understanding, "That's indeed a very far away place."

"Your honored guest is seriously injured, do you want to rest here for a while?" Patriarch Yang didn't ask Lu Qingshan why he came here, nor how he got injured.

This is a kind of wisdom brewed by the years.

Lu Qingshan thought for a while, and finally nodded, "This place is quiet and remote, and my injury does need time to recover. If possible, I also hope to rest here for a few more days, but I don't know if it will trouble the sheep. Patriarch?"

Patriarch Yang smiled and said, "No trouble, no trouble."

 …

The head of the Yang family drew a tent for Lu Qingshan as a residence, and Lu Qingshan temporarily stayed in the 'Yang' tribe.

Except for children under the age of four or five, there are no idlers in the 'Yang' tribe. Even Yang Qing'er has to go around to pick weeds during the day and feed them to the mutton sheep raised by the tribe.

It is only at night that people in the tribe have some time to themselves.

That night.

Sitting in front of the bonfire, Lu Qingshan didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Qing'er carefully sat next to Lu Qingshan, a little shy.

"gentlemen......"

After hesitating for a while, Yang Qing'er's eyes were filled with anticipation, and she asked timidly, "Can you tell me something about the outside world?"

"Things outside..." Lu Qingshan looked at Yang Qing'er with great interest, and slowly said: "The world outside is very big, there are fox fairies, water monsters, river gods, and dragon kings in the sea. On land, there are cultivators who seek longevity, and sword cultivators who cut through the nine heavens with a single sword, practice flying swords and kill enemies thousands of miles away, or learn sword skills and look at them vertically and horizontally..."

Lu Qingshan followed the little girl's thoughts and told her a few stories about swordsman.

"Swordsman..." Yang Qing'er's eyes shone with starlight, "Killing the enemy thousands of miles away, looking down at you..."

"Mister is also a sword cultivator, right?" Yang Qing'er asked suddenly.

"Why do you say that?" Lu Qingshan was startled.

"I feel, I feel that Mr. should be." Yang Qing'er pinched the corner of her clothes, thought for a while, and said.

"It really made you guess right." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's head, and suddenly became interested, "Want to learn?"

"Ok?"

"The means of sword repair."

"Ah?!" Yang Qing'er was a little excited and hesitated, "Can I learn it? But the patriarch grandpa said that I am weak and not suitable for cultivation..."

"That's the way of physical cultivation." Lu Qingshan didn't explain the difference between the cultivation system to the little girl, but just said with a smile: "The way of sword cultivation is different from physical cultivation. It only looks at the spirituality of the practitioner to the sword, not the flesh and blood. .”

"I want to learn!" Yang Qing'er looked at Lu Qingshan, there was a divine light in her dark eyes, extremely bright.

Lu Qingshan laughed heartily, picked up a wooden stick from the ground next to him, acted as if nothing had happened, picked up the wooden stick, and shook it lightly, like two swords stabbing out.

Then, he threw the stick to Yang Qing'er, "Try it."

The little girl was shy by nature, but she mustered up her courage, holding a wooden stick, and imitated Lu Qingshan's actions just now.

Hoo hoo.

The sound of the wind broke, although Yang Qing'er was weak, but just watched Lu Qingshan's demonstration once, she could be regarded as playing well, which made Lu Qingshan a little surprised.

After a while, Yang Qing'er put down the wooden stick in her hand out of breath.

What she said about being weak was true.

"Tired?" Lu Qingshan smiled.

Yang Qing'er nodded, but she was very excited.

"Go back and rest when you're tired."

"Well," Yang Qing'er nodded emphatically, and then said: "Mr. also remember to rest early, your injury is not healed yet, you need to rest more."

"Okay." Lu Qingshan replied.

Yang Qing'er was holding a wooden stick, as if she was holding some treasure, and walked towards her tent in small steps.

As if remembering something, Yang Qing'er raised her head and glanced in the direction of Leigong Pond, "There has been no thunderstorm in Leigong Pond for many days, could it be that Leigong fell asleep again?"

She remembered that after seeing Lu Qingshan for the first time, in the following seven or eight days, the thunder that broke out two or three times that day suddenly stopped breaking out.

After thinking about it for a while, the little girl who couldn't figure it out didn't think much about it.

Where is it her turn to worry about Lei Gong's matter?

the other side.

Lu Qingshan was also looking in the direction of Lei Gongchi, thinking about something.

"My lord, it seems that the thunder will disappear soon." Qin Yitian sat beside Lu Qingshan and said in a deep voice.

"Indeed," Lu Qingshan nodded, "The reason why Leigong Pond appeared was because of the thunder treasure tree.

Once the Thunder Treasure Tree disappears, it will not last long in Lei Ting. It is estimated that by tomorrow, the Lei Gong Pond that has existed for thousands of years will disappear completely. "

 …

Lu Qingshan stayed in the 'Yang' tribe for another three days.

The cultivator's strong physical fitness, coupled with the assistance of the elixir, within just ten days, all his traumas have been fully healed,

The scabbed scar fell off, revealing the new skin, crystal clear as jade.

"It's almost time to leave." Lu Qingshan murmured.

Suddenly, Lu Qingshan felt a slight tremor from the ground under his feet, and the tremor continued to expand.

It seems that thousands of troops are charging.

Boom boom boom!

The sky and the earth exploded like a thunderbolt.

But the Leigong Pond, where the thunder was born, clearly disappeared two days ago.

Lu Qingshan's heart moved, and he quickly mobilized the small amount of sea power remaining in his body, soaring into the air, he looked from a height in the direction of the thunderclap.

The canyon he is in now has an overall structure like a gourd.

The 'Sheep' tribe is at the mouth of the gourd in the canyon.

It is said to be a canyon, but the area is actually huge, and it is not small compared to a mountain.

But now, in the desert outside the canyon, thousands of sand wolves are rushing towards the mouth of the gourd, rolling up waves of yellow sand like a sandstorm.

Wherever the lamb goes, there will be wolves with it.

That is the group of sand wolves dormant near the sheep tribe.

After the Raw Thunder Treasure Tree was turned into dust and the thunder from Leigong Pond gradually dissipated, the deterrent force that made the Sand Wolf Demon afraid to enter the canyon finally disappeared.

The coveting of the 'sheep' tribesmen in the canyon, and the intuition that there seems to be treasures in the canyon, these greedy sand wolf monsters finally couldn't help it, and rushed out of their nests towards the canyon. coming.

Lu Qingshan looked back at the canyon.

The members of the 'Sheep' tribe, who had gradually realized the cause of the earthquake, were ashen-faced and desperate.

This is a wave of extremely terrifying medium-sized monsters.

In Mogao, apart from the powerful Nine Clans, no tribe can resist a demon tide of this scale.

There are hundreds of families, the number of which is no more than a thousand, but it is a "sheep" tribe that has existed for an unknown period of time. If there is no accident, today, it will disappear forever in the mouth of the sand wolf demon tide.

"The earth sends out murderous intent, dragons and snakes rise to the ground!" The elder of the sheep clan burst into tears, feeling sad in his heart.

The murderous intention of the earth burst out, and the monster appeared.

This is the earth wanting to destroy their tribe, how do they live?

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