The mountain-like monster collapsed.
Chen Yi reached out and grabbed the wrist of his precious junior sister. The two of them remained motionless and allowed themselves to fall into the muddy blood with a thud.
Mu Qingyun tried to make his breathing quieter and groaned: "Go back and take a shower."
The system interface keeps beeping as if it has finally stopped lagging.
Countless subtitles flashed on the interface.
[Hidden mission: Clear monster 1, random attribute point +1]
[Plot progress: 70%. Stage rewards: three hundred Baiyunmen medicinal bath bags and one thousand kilograms of various medicinal materials. 】
Before that, in this world, she had no task progress displayed at all, and she had no idea that it also had task progress.
Except for doing its best to let her feel the power of God's reward when she was practicing martial arts, the system was usually as quiet as if it didn't exist.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but laugh. Baiyunmen's medicated bath bag is a good thing. Now she uses this kind of medicated bath bag every day. She has seen the formula. Most of the medicinal materials are very common, but some of the medicines used in it are , like tiger bones, bear bile, hawksbill turtles, etc., they will die.
There is another kind of medicine 'Kong Qing', which has been tried and extinct.
If she wanted to prepare such a medicated bath bag in the future, every pair would be even more difficult.
She liked this reward very much, and it was not hot to her hands. After all, it was really the result of her hard work.
Mu Qingyun exhaled and stayed quiet for a moment, reviewing every step he had taken in his mind.
Every step in killing this monster is not a fluke.
It's just like walking a dog with a sword formation, no, fishing, uh, walking it like a bullfight. A group of twenty or so disciples, round after round, back and forth, over and over again.
The most terrifying thing about this is the erosion of confidence.
No matter how hard I hit him, this monster seemed to be there. It was so huge that I couldn't hit it at all.
No one knows when they will succeed, or when they finally can't stand it any longer and become delicacies in the mouths of monsters.
Fighting with patience and confidence, Mu Qingyun didn't know whether he could succeed. After grinding all day and all night, he finally killed it before dawn.
Several disciples of the historian were sitting or standing beside the monster, writing furiously.
From time to time, the sound of horse hooves can be heard, and the black cloak unique to the historian can be seen flying in the air.
At the beginning, the disciples of their Yuncheng Martial Arts School and other martial artists took the initiative to pass on the news and preach. Later, the Shi family's disciples naturally took over such work.
Inside and outside the city, their figures were everywhere, galloping on horseback.
It seems that seeing these people still running around makes people feel a little calmer.
Only when Mu Qingyun reached this era did he realize that there were so many disciples of the historian at this time, and that the historian had penetrated into almost every aspect of this era.
There are so many of them and they have written so much historical materials, but it is a pity that most of them cannot be passed down to future generations.
Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi sat on the stone steps and rested for a long time before leading others to deal with the monsters.
Monsters, if left for a long time, will pollute the water and soil. Over time, if not even a blade of grass grows, the creatures living on this land, whether they are humans or animals, will have physical problems.
In the early years, people did not know the habits of monsters, and many people suffered from this.
The sky was bright and the wind was blowing with drizzle.
The common people worked tirelessly and came to help. The monsters were all transported to the incinerator on the edge of the city. They dug three feet into the ground and stuffed the soil stained with blood into the furnace for burning.
A group of warriors came again to wash the floor.
Mu Qingyun looked at the scene of the warriors washing the ground and felt strongly rejected.
A leather mattress, either rabbit skin or wolf skin, is spread on the ground. The warrior either lies down or lies on the mattress, circling back and forth like a skater, condensing all the internal energy in his body and constantly hitting the ground.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
It's okay to be a little tired, just practice hard, but with this posture and movement, there are a bunch of historians squatting and writing furiously next to them.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but clasped his forehead and murmured: "The historian's information has not been passed down much. It's not like the warriors, ahem, killed people and burned books."
After having been in contact with historians for a long time, she found that they were all stubborn and relied on their qinggong skills to follow them everywhere, dare to write about anything, and always claimed that they must record everything in the world absolutely and objectively.
The problem is that there are always some people and some things that simply don’t want to be recorded, let alone passed down to future generations.
Mu Qingyun was too embarrassed to say that he would not wash the floor. While working, he came up with seven or eight ideas to shut up these little bastards from the Shi family.
Among them was a particularly brutal one.
The sun was high in the sky, the dark clouds dispersed, the drizzle stopped, and the trees along the road seemed to become a little cleaner.
Historians passed on the latest news from various places. Generally speaking, this small wave of monsters raging was temporarily suppressed.
The monsters have been wiped out everywhere, leaving only a steady stream of water to wash the floors.
It is said that killing this monster is not easy, it requires desperate efforts, and is extremely dangerous, but the subsequent cleansing is even more important.
In the early years, no one knew that if the residual poison could not be cleaned up, the number of subsequent deaths would be several times higher than at that time. Moreover, for several years in a row, new monsters would appear from time to time in the places where the monsters died. In those years, It was really exhausting and very difficult.
People from the imperial court and many martial arts experts carefully studied it, and then they figured out the reason. Martial artists from all over the country worked hard for more than a year, and finally eliminated the remaining poison.
Mu Qingyun moved his waist and retreated to the east wall of the city with the flow of people.
Various wooden sheds have been erected in the empty space, and people, old and young, are crowding into them.
Although the crisis in Yuncheng has been resolved, no one dares to leave without the official order.
"Qingqing, here it is."
Chen Yi yawned, stretched out his long legs, reached out and took out a small box of jasmine powder and handed it over, "Apply it, it smells delicious."
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows and looked at his face from the soup bowl in his hand. There was only a blurry shadow and his appearance could not be clearly seen.
But the fatigue is seeping from his bones, and his face doesn't look good when he thinks about it.
Even the hair on Chen Yi's temples seemed a little gray and listless.
Mu Qingyun laughed and reached out to take it: "When did senior sister buy this?"
They usually don't put on powder.
Chen Yi actually kept a lot of skin care products, such as oils and creams, in the martial arts gym. They kept them for several years, and finally ended up putting them all in the trash can.
"Hey, there's a kid crying over there."
Mu Qingyun followed Chen Yi's hand and saw that there was indeed a little girl of eleven or twelve years old, holding a flower basket in her hand, hiding next to her grandma and peeking secretly.
"This kid sells fragrant powder for others. He didn't even dare to throw away the basket when he was running for his life. If the fragrant powder cannot be sold, the grandma at home will have no medicine. It is also pitiful."
