On the first day of June, the sun was shining brightly. As the heaven-sacrifice ceremony presided over by Lu Fang ended, Zhuo Erhuo dug into the soil with a hoe, announcing the official groundbreaking of the southbound road.
Zhuo Erhuo, the future successor of the Zhuo family, was personally responsible for the construction of this road. After he dug the first hole, he looked at the enthusiastic and expectant eyes around him with a happy heart and shouted: "Start the construction!"
The crowd cheered thunderously, and countless shovels, hammers, and hoes flew around, bringing up clouds of soil.
This was a forced operation, in other words, the road was built directly into their territory without the consent of the Jiuzhen tribes, especially the third tribe. In order to ensure the smooth operation of the forced operation, Lu Fang, Jin Wuhuan and three tribal village leaders gathered in Xiuyun Mountain. The road construction army composed of more than a thousand Mangdang Mountain elites not only brought road construction tools, but also brought ten Five chariots.
Around Xiuyun Mountain, there are thousands of elite tribal warriors summoned by the Lianshan, Cangwu and Nuoxi tribes. They occupy several mountain passes and valley mouths, allowing them to advance and attack, and retreat and defend.
A combination of hardness and softness, a two-pronged approach, is an old routine in Mangdang Mountain. Roads are being built here, and consultations are being held on the other side. Master Dongsun, Moyou, Yuezhong, and Dongxue each have their own stalls, and they are the third place of Jiuzhen. The tribesmen who came from the ministry came to treat their illnesses, and there was a long queue for a while.
Wu Sheng did not appear in any ceremony. In fact, in order to ensure that Mangdangshan would not be implicated by himself, he stopped appearing in public after the meeting that day.
But he has always been concerned about the progress of road construction, hiding nearby, watching everything in front of him, as if watching his own children.
In the first two days of road construction, there was no response from the Jiuzhen tribes, but on the third day, the number of people from the Third Zen tribe who came for consultation was significantly reduced, and the long queues in the previous two days were shortened by more than half.
Jin Wuhuan led fifteen chariots and began to patrol on both sides and in front of the road, and the atmosphere on the construction site suddenly became tense.
Wu Sheng quietly left Xiuyun Mountain and marched fifty miles into the dense forest to the southwest. He saw a deep valley ahead.
The smoke was lingering in the valley, and there was a hint of chill. Wu Sheng reached out and grabbed it, holding an emerald-green green snake between his fingertips. The green snake was as thin as chopsticks, only about a foot long, and stared at Wu with cold eyes. Sheng, two fangs bit Wu Sheng's wrist, but they couldn't bite in.
Even though Wu Sheng was almost distracted, he still couldn't avoid it, which shows how powerful this green snake is.
Wu Sheng pinched the snake's head, spit out his true energy, crushed the green snake to death, bit the tip of its tongue, and sacrificed the blood into the storage ring. This green snake has no name, but it is definitely a good spiritual material, even if he can't imagine it now. If used, soaked in wine and drank, it can also clear the liver and improve eyesight, and help to strengthen the body.
Distraction and distraction, when will it come? It is too unrestrained to always have to use blood sacrifices to enter and exit the storage magic weapon.
Just as he strangled the green snake to death, a loud shout came from his ears: "Who dares to hurt my mountain-protecting snake?"
Wu Shengshun walked towards the sound transmission place, passed through the dense forest, and suddenly saw a cliff more than ten feet away in front of him. Standing on the cliff was a fat man in yellow robe, round like a pebble, with a wooden fork in his bun. The fork grows like antlers, and the branches are actually covered with green buds.
Really, it was just the wrong name, not the wrong number.
Wu Sheng raised his hand and said, "Is your honor Master Mulu?"
"Who are you? Why did you break into Mulu Valley without permission? How dare you kill my spirit snake!" Master Mulu stared at Wu Sheng fiercely, as if he was about to take action.
Wu Sheng said: "I have long heard that Master Mulu has profound cultivation and is especially good at medicine. I came here to visit you today and want to ask for your advice."
This is the path to the challenge.
Master Mulu said coldly: "Doctors need to be brave and ruthless to save lives and heal the wounded. With this thought in mind, how can you treat illnesses and save lives?"
Wu Sheng said: "Master is right. If this is the case, why do you want to prevent me from Mangdang Mountain from entering Jiuzhen to treat the diseases of the people?"
Master Mulu suddenly understood, nodded and said: "So you are from Mangdang Mountain? The medical skills you practice are not the right way. If you interfere with our witchcraft and Taoism, you should stop it!"
Wu Sheng shook his head: "This is just telling lies with open eyes. I, Doctor Mangdangshan, have saved countless lives. All people are grateful for my kindness. I am upright and upright. I cannot be more upright. I, the Central Plains Taoist, do not discriminate against you, Taiyi. I think your mind is really narrow-minded because of your sectarian outlook. In this case, I want you to see what the right path is."
Master Mulu said: "Let's not talk nonsense. Now that we are here, don't waste any words. Let's take you first, and then let Mangdang Mountain take the people!"
Having said that, the shaman behind him transformed into a sika deer descending on auspicious clouds.
Master Mulu has a good level of cultivation. He is in the second realm of divine witchcraft in the Taiyi witchcraft. Although he is in the same realm as Dao Nanshe, Huang Feilong and Ah Nuo, his cultivation level is much higher. He has reached the peak and is in the On the edge of breaking through the realm, the next step is to enter the spirit witch realm.
Once you enter the realm of spirit witches, you will be comparable to a senior god-refiner in the Central Plains Taoism.
Wu Sheng once fought against a witch of his level, the witch doctor She Lao from the Dushan tribe. At that time, Wu Sheng was still in the advanced level of Qi refining, and combined with the power of Yuan Sima and Jin Wuhuan, he took his life. Poison Pearl Refining.
Now that his cultivation level has soared, he no longer needs to rely on the strength of others. He uses his strong physical strength to withstand the impact of the sika deer. He grabs the antlers with both hands and pushes forward. The two-person tall sika deer is running at full speed, but he can't rush through it. Half step.
Seeing this, Master Mulu floated down from the cliff. After landing, he lowered his head and was about to go into battle in person. Suddenly he saw Wu Sheng raise a hand and tap his fingers lightly towards him. He suddenly felt the antlers on his head were itching.
The antlers on his bun look like wooden hairpins, but they are actually the hard horns that grew out of his scalp after practicing his sect of witchcraft. They can be used in various magic techniques, are integrated with his body, and penetrate the sea of energy in his Dantian.
An itch on the deer's antlers immediately causes waves of Qi, which is a bad secret.
But Wu Sheng took out a bronze mirror, polished it so brightly, and threw it directly in front of Master Mulu: "Does it look good?"
While Master Mulu was scratching his itch, he subconsciously looked at the bronze mirror, only to see a large and delicate peony growing on his antlers in the mirror!
Wu Sheng reminded him: "Don't scratch it. This is a real thing. If you scratch it, it won't look good!"
It was just a joke whether it was beautiful or not, but when Mulu instantly realized that it was a real flower, he really didn't dare to scratch it anymore, he couldn't bear to part with it.
As a witch doctor, he naturally knows what the essence of medicine is, which is the way of growth of all things. If you can understand the truth inside, not only your medical skills, but also your cultivation will be greatly improved!
Master Mulu did not dare to scratch anymore, but rather touched the peonies growing on his antlers with pity and asked: "No spirituality?"
Wu Sheng let go of his hand and allowed the magical shaman Julu transformed by the other party to return to its original form. He sighed and said, "With my cultivation level, I can only understand this. If you are not satisfied, there is nothing I can do."
Master Mulu looked carefully at the mirror for a moment, feeling the rhythm of life emanating from this peony, and sighed along with Wu Sheng: "It's not easy...how did you do it?"
This is the embodiment of the inner alchemy of heaven and earth. How to teach it? Wu Shengzhen didn't think about it, so he could only say: "Think about it for yourself... By the way, two suggestions. First, the road construction in Mangdang Mountain is to open up the north and south and treat the diseases of the people. Stay there honestly and don't follow Zhu Zhen. Make trouble; secondly, don’t be so snobbish when practicing medicine in the future. The leaders of the village will treat it, but the ordinary people will also have to treat it! Got it?"
"good."
