"Jade medicine? Old man Gongsun?"
Although I haven't seen this guy for decades, I still recognized the origin of Jade Medicine at first sight.
Why does Qiu Sheng have jade medicine on his body?
Was it exchanged with old man Gongsun before?
Tang Ping said he didn't understand.
Near Jade Medicine is a map-like thing.
Tang Ping looked at it for a long time and couldn't figure out why.
The lines are not complicated, but too simple and there is no reference.
"Forget it, we'll talk about it later."
Tang Ping sank into the ground.
Come to the underworld under the banyan tree.
Zhang Qi and others commanded the ghost soldiers to take care of the fields.
Tang Ping watched for a while.
Each of his subordinates is a good farmer. Although he does not have the ability to change the soil fertility, he still has the ability to condition the fields based on the original land.
At this time, Zhang Qi and Xiong Lan also saw Tang Ping coming and stepped forward to salute: "Greetings to the Lord God."
"Um."
Tang Ping waved his hand.
boom!
The carcass of the dragon fell out of the storage bag.
"Take the meat and eat it, and make the scales into armor."
A wandering god-level dragon must have a very high defense.
By then they can also take charge of their own business.
Now no ghosts are found and they seem to be loyal to themselves.
This is worth taking advantage of.
"A group of old friends will be coming over in a few days. Please welcome them."
Over the years, I have saved a lot of places for the mountain-opening and grass-cutting ceremony, about twelve.
Xiong Ying is an evil spirit.
In addition to the five that I already have, the total is six.
The next day.
Following a golden light, a sturdy middle-aged man came here, looking around with confused eyes.
There are seven warriors and three tree men behind him.
"Xiong Ying!"
Suddenly, a call broke Xiong Ying's confusion. Xiong Ying turned around and saw an elegant man standing under the banyan tree.
"Master!"
More than twenty years later, the master and apprentice met again in the underworld.
Xiong Ying suddenly felt that death was not so terrible.
A group of people paid homage to the god on the tree.
"Well, from now on, you two will each take care of half of the things."
Tang Ping flew into the sky and opened his Dharma Eyes.
One hundred and eighty feet is the core of Yin Earth.
Further outside are the peripheral forces, covering a five-mile radius and covering most of the mountains and forests.
There are hundreds of acres of ghost rice fields, thousands of cotton plants, as well as many miscellaneous blood vines, cordyceps, etc.
It is governed by three evil spirits and hundreds of ghosts.
"Isn't it a bit too conspicuous? No, you have to keep a low profile."
Tang Ping shook his head.
After that, Xiong Ying and others settled down and gradually became familiar with the affairs of the underworld.
Greenwood Ridge.
In a sea of splendid flowers, an old man and a young man drink alone in front of the moon.
Under the light of the blood moon, a strange mist rose from the sea of flowers and the nearby spiritual mist.
"You haven't broken through to the wandering god yet?" Mandrill asked.
"Forget it, give up." Tang Ping looked helpless.
"I heard that there are several evil spirits nearby. What does it have to do with you?"
"Except for the one named Qi, the others have nothing to do with me, except that we get along relatively well."
Tang Ping was stunned for a moment, but then he came to his senses.
It seems that Mandrill investigated himself.
It is estimated that Xiong Lan, Xiong Ying and other ghosts are external forces.
If you think about it carefully, it's really like that.
Except for rare cases, Xiong Lan manages the fields externally, as do most ghost soldiers and ghosts.
Tang Ping doesn’t charge taxes either, so you usually use it yourself.
Recently, another evil soul, Xiong Ying, has appeared, and he is also independently managing the land reclamation in the west.
Only Zhang Qi spent a long time under the banyan tree.
There is a problem with ghost soldiers. Except for the new ghost soldiers and ghosts, everyone else basically knows that Shenhou is Maohou, the banyan tree god under the pseudonym of the underworld.
Just let the newcomers follow them first.
As for Yangjian’s identity, you can speak out boldly.
Among the barbarians in the deep mountains and old forests, no one cares which sect you belong to, they are all barbarians. Just like Huaiyi is divided into several countries, they are still called Huaiyi.
Mandrill's eyes flickered for a moment before he put down his wine glass.
"There are no people on my mountain, just these old apes and wood spirits. If you can persuade them to join me, I will be very grateful."
While Mandrill was talking, he secretly looked at Tang Ping, hoping to show some emotion on his face.
People in the world talk about interests.
When I was willing to befriend this ghost as a wandering god, I valued its cultivation ability and its future potential.
Now more than twenty years have passed, and I guess there is no hope in this life.
"Me? How can I have that kind of reputation?"
Tang Ping thought in his heart, is there such a good thing?
I am worried about how to clear my power.
Although Mandrill is a good character, if a force suddenly grows near his territory, and there are several evil spirits at once, it is inevitable that he will have the thought of "on the other side of the bed...".
"You take the lead, and you can make whatever conditions you want."
"Can I ask for a formation?"
Tang Ping asked.
What this old man is best at is formations. The spirits on the mountain are as if they have no seeds at all, and there is no trace at all.
I don't have any skills to practice now, so I just use the magic circle to kill some time.
"You kid, it's okay. I'll thank you greatly when the job is done."
Tang Ping went down the mountain.
Mandrill had a drink. No matter what their relationship was, he was confident of poaching someone.
A few days later, Xiong Ying and Xiong Lan were led up the mountain by Tang Ping.
"Two brothers, this is Senior Mandrill of Green Muling Ridge."
"Greetings, senior."
One is rough and the other is introverted.
"In the future, we will move our house to Green Muling. As for the fields outside, we can occasionally take care of them. We will charge a 30% tax. What do you think? As for your cultivation materials, I will take care of them all."
Mandrill asked.
"I'm not very good at fighting..." said the young man Xiong Lan.
"It's okay. I don't like fighting. You can just scare Xiaoxiao on the mountain."
Then the two agreed.
Since then, there have been two more evil spirit stewards in Green Muling.
Of course, not everyone could trust the Mandrill, so they were not asked to manage the spiritual objects, only to patrol.
Presumably testing their loyalty.
After returning, Tang Ping summoned the local planner, looked at the names of the people on the back, and filled his mind with thoughts, preparing to deliver the message.
"You can't come here without orders from now on. Don't let the mandrill misunderstand."
The one mile radius of the banyan tree, west, south and north has now become the territory of the mandrill.
It doesn't matter, it's safer.
Tang Ping's mentality is relatively calm.
Except for your own territory, everyone else is just a passer-by after all.
They worship themselves and give them a certain status and resources.
Apart from this, whether you live or die depends on fate.
Be it land or power.
As time goes by, it all belongs to you after all.
How many ghosts and humans among them can accompany him to that day?
Return to the cabin.
There are miscellaneous utensils for refining medicine in the house.
Nowadays, the bait refining method is perfect, with a 100% success rate for low-grade medicine, 60% for medium-grade medicine, and 30% for high-grade medicine.
Most of them are based on orchid medicine, which is used to maintain one's own practice.
As for other prescriptions, I will leave it to be explored slowly in the future.
"Mu Zheng's last chapter..."
Tang Ping spread out the wooden slips, which recorded the principles of the formation.
Legend has it that this method was created by Mu Zhengjumang. It records how to sense wood energy, mobilize the wood energy and arrange the formation eyes to form an array similar to the functions of Dongtian Paradise.
There are two types of this method: Muyin Formation and Musha Formation.
One is to hide, the other is to kill the enemy.
"I see……"
Tang Ping was simply eye-opening.
The important thing is not the formation, but the principle of the formation that no one pays attention to.
If this formation principle is used, what about using earthy and other qi?
He is the underground master and has three territories: wood, water and earth, which he can control at will.
The most difficult first step is to understand Qi, understand potential, and control Qi and potential. You can slowly explore the remaining arrangements by yourself.
Mu Zheng's posthumous chapter (1/800)
thereafter.
Tang Ping concentrated on practicing and waited for the opportunity.
During the four rites of the year, Wu Ming always brings people to collect taxes in person.
This person is not as greedy as Wu Yang, and he spends most of his time in the underworld, never finding a flaw.
"Maybe start from the underworld."
It’s time for the winter steaming ceremony.
Ghosts and gods fight.
Tang Ping took a look with his magic eye.
The Well God Dragon King is in the late stage of the Wandering God, and the Zongmu Ghost Witch is in the late stage (not the Zongmu Great Witch in the Yang Realm).
Fire ghosts and centipedes are in the middle stage.
The rest are all in the early stages.
It seems that there are many masters in this field.
The steaming ceremony is over.
Suddenly, centipedes attacked the abyss cliff altar, killed Wu Ge, looted the station, and fled to the underworld.
In the Yang Realm, he ate up all the families who worshiped him in the Yang Realm, raided the Zuo family's warehouse, and wounded the Wu generals who were guarding the place.
Then he fled.
"Be bold!"
For a moment, Wu's masters were dispatched.
