After the immortal disappeared

Along the way, He Lingchuan discovered that the more densely forested the mountainous areas were, the more likely they were to be occupied by others. Thick branches and leaves can absorb more imperial sap, giving practitioners time and opportunity to harvest it.

If the imperial slurry falls directly onto the water surface or the mud, it will penetrate directly and no one can dig it back out.

So where he is now, even the wild monsters in the mountains don't bother to occupy it.

This time out of the city, he set a goal for himself:

Low profile.

Be discreet and collect as much Imperial Ooze as possible.

Now he climbed to the tallest tree nearby, standing on the highest branch and looking down:

“It’s just right here.”

This Metasequoia tree is twenty-two feet tall, a head taller than the low hill behind.

Standing on its highest branch, He Lingchuan could overlook the entire small lake.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a suitable mountain breeze.

After a while, his clothes began to fly up and down.

The wind is blowing in the right direction.

He Lingchuan took out two eyeball spiders from his arms and threw them in the north and northeast directions respectively:

"Go ahead."

The two little guys were as light as nothing and were blown away by the strong wind in an instant.

But they left two strands of spider silk behind them, which were wrapped around the thick tree branches behind He Lingchuan.

Zhu Erniang's silk is as thin as human hair but stronger than fine steel.

He Lingchuan was not in a hurry and sat down to wait.

About a quarter of an hour later, something moved.

This kind of throbbing is completely different from the trembling in the strong wind. He Lingchuan has been with the eyeball spiders for a long time, and he has some experience. He knows that this is one of the eyeball spiders that has arrived at the destination, so he plucks the silk to send a secret signal.

Soon, another thread moved.

This step went surprisingly smoothly, both eyeball spiders were done:

They were carried by the wind, drifted all the way across the lake, and reached the big tree by the lake.

After adjusting the position, they wrapped the spider silk well.

Next, He Lingchuan recovered them and then selected a few more directions to repeat the same process.

About an hour later, the bottom grid of a giant spider web was laid, spanning four acres of water, with a rough grid.

The best that eyeball spiders can do is that they are too small to spin more silk.

So, He Lingchuan took out the Xiali Yun brocade given by Zhu Erniang from the storage ring, unfolded them and spread them on the prepared bottom grid.

At that time, he squeezed ten pieces of Yunjin from Zhu Erniang, but he didn't expect that they would be put to use so quickly.

Ordinary cotton and linen can only have one or two layers at most, but Zhu Erniang's Xiapei is different. This ancient monster has always been very real. Each piece has at least seven layers stacked up, and when you are in a good mood, it may be stacked up to ten layers.

After He Lingchuan refined the auxiliary medicine in the hotel, he temporarily hired a dozen weavers to help him dismantle the brocade. They dismantled the multiple layers of brocade into single layers and then spliced ​​them back together. Because I'm in a hurry, my needlework doesn't need to be beautiful, as long as it's strong enough.

If Zhu Erniang saw that her hard work was treated so roughly, she might go berserk on the spot.

Even so, even if the ten pieces of cloud brocade were dismantled, they could not completely cover the lake, only covering most of the center.

But He Lingchuan was already very satisfied.

For the first time, such a giant spider web was hung on Sanxin Lake.

He jumped onto the giant brocade net that had just been laid out and climbed to the center to stand.

The entire large net droops naturally, with a very gentle arc, and the lowest point is where he stands.

The protective mirror had been observing his actions, and then he said "Wow": "You kid, you have laid a big plan."

It saw what He Lingchuan was going to do.

After so much work, both eyeball spiders were exhausted, lying on the net sucking the freshly caught pheasant as a snack.

He Lingchuan leaned back, half sitting and half lying down, as if he was perching on a giant hammock. He looked very comfortable.

But his hands were not idle. He took out one bamboo chop after another and sharpened them with a knife.

He spent a few bucks to buy this from two restaurants next to the hotel. The shopkeeper didn't expect that there would be people wanting this kind of second-hand goods.

When He Lingchuan finished cutting all the bamboo chopsticks, there were thousands of glowing lights in the west.

He lay half-lying on the large net hanging over the lake, enjoying the sunset and enjoying his dinner.

Next to the guest house where the Shimen caravan stayed, there was a 30-year-old smoked and braised pork trotters. The signature dish was the smoked and braised pig trotters he was holding in his hand at the moment. The black skin was torn open, and there were snow-white hoof flowers inside. , fat but not greasy, crisp but not rotten, the smell of fireworks is just right, and it is especially chewy.

The staple food is two large bowls of brown sugar rice cakes, accompanied by half a pot of sweet and sour green plum wine.

He Lingchuan felt comfortable after eating, patted his belly and stretched.

He had to be prepared at night and he had to eat enough.

Seeing that it was getting late, he said to the breast mirror: "Lend it to your evil ghost."

"Okay." Why did it refuse?

He Lingchuan lifted the mirror, and three streaks of black smoke jumped out of the mirror and went to the nearby woods.

After the sun went down, three black shadows jumped out of the forest and jumped onto the web along the spider silk.

These are three giant monkeys with oily heads and blue faces. When they stand upright, they are almost as tall as an adult. The mountain people also call them mandrills.

He Lingchuan didn't get up to stop him. He could clearly see that the three evil spirits released by the soul-telling mirror were attached to the mandrill.

He threw the leftover food and the pig bones over.

I caught the mandrill in my hand and chewed it happily.

With them standing guard, He Lingchuan put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes to rest.

The spider web was very light and swayed gently in the night wind, like a cradle, and he soon fell into a slumber.

Time passed slowly, and the mountain lake at night was shrouded in bright moonlight. The forest birds occasionally made noises and stumbled, but they soon became calm.

The wind picked up, but then subsided.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly the surrounding areas became silent, like the calm before the storm.

He Lingchuan felt something in his heart and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

coming.

It started to rain in the sky, first with stars, and then with denser wisps of rain.

He Lingchuan stretched out his hand, and a raindrop fell on his palm. It was light green, slightly thick, and had a strange fragrance that penetrated deeply into the soul and stirred up enthusiasm.

This time, the forecast from Lingxu City was extremely accurate——

The Emperor's Liquid has arrived!

He Lingchuan put his tongue on the roof of his mouth, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his mind with his nose, trying hard to suppress the greed in his heart, expand his spiritual thoughts, and be on strict alert.

Just like last time, the creatures in the mountain forest became frantic, and even the lake below began to churn.

This time, the rain of the emperor's slurry was more intense, and the fragrance was naturally more intense, enough to drive the unintelligent creatures into ecstasy.

They were collecting Emperor Ooze everywhere, but He Lingchuan didn't need to be as busy as they were, he just had to stand still.

The Imperial Liquid Rain is a liquid. When it drops on the cloud brocade, it will naturally flow down along the spider silk. That is, it will gather from all directions and flow all the way to the lowest point——

That is, He Lingchuan's feet.

He hung a bucket here and held it safely.

After experiencing an explosion of Imperial Liquid Serum in reality and in dreams, He Lingchuan found some clues. If you want to occupy more of the Emperor's Liquid, there are only two principles:

Maximum area, minimum time.

That's why the major forces in Fuxin City and the Panlong City officials in Dreamland want to occupy the mountains and fields in the suburbs, that is, occupying area.

Rain slurry must also be collected in the shortest possible time.

After all, this thing burrowed into the ground and escaped as soon as it hit the ground.

When daybreak comes, it will also evaporate and disappear.

When He Lingchuan weaved such a large net, it was equivalent to covering most of the emperor's liquid on the lake, and he didn't have to collect it himself. Although the floor space is not as good as those of Fufeng City, it is more efficient and operable.

This is how spiders usually collect clean dew. He had observed it frequently in the Devil's Nest Swamp. He had an idea a few days ago and came up with this funnel-shaped automatic collector.

Gu Xingjing sighed with envy: "It's a pity that I have no hands and feet, so I can't get a share of the pie."

He Lingchuan saw through its pretentiousness at a glance: "If you protect the law well for me, maybe it will be of benefit to you."

The mirror shook: "Seriously?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

No? The mirror didn't have time to think about it, because He Lingchuan said in a deep voice: "Be careful, the robbers are coming." After that, he took out the Nuo opera mask and put it on his face.

Now, he just wants to be a person who hides his head and shows his tail.

In fact, the fish in the lake were also bewitched by the imperial liquid on the spider web, and kept jumping out of the water. Unfortunately, none of them had the potential to leap over the dragon's gate. Only then did He Lingchuan realize that the fish in the lake were not small. The longest one was over seven feet long, with scales all over its body black and gold-tinged, and two long whiskers at the corners of its mouth.

The ones in the water can't come up, which is easy to handle, but the robbers in the air are also attracted.

In the mountain forest, birds and beasts of all kinds have been fighting fiercely for a long time, and the strange fragrance on the large net on the lake attracts them to change their targets.

Dozens of birds came first, and regardless of whether their eyesight was good or not, they pounced on the net and licked the sap from the spider silk.

He Lingchuan had been whittling the bamboo chopsticks for more than an hour, and now he used them as flying knives, shooting them out one by one.

His shooting accuracy is already very good, and these guys don't have much ability to dodge, so they hit every shot.

The mandrills controlled by the three evil spirits also joined the battle, and at the same time they pulled out the bamboo chopsticks and returned them to He Lingchuan for recycling.

He Lingchuan ordered them to throw the bird carcasses into the nearby woods or on the ground. The feathers of these things were stained with a little imperial ooze, and they soon became new targets for other birds and beasts to compete for, diverting the pressure from the spider webs.

As for other moths, butterflies, ants, etc., they were too small, so He Lingchuan could only turn a blind eye, and this matter could not be perfect.

It was also Xia Pei who was taken away by Zhu Erniang, otherwise these creatures would not be able to escape.

The bucket hanging below the spider web was soon half full.

The harvest in this one hour alone was about five or six times greater than the previous entire night's total. Even though the amount of rain in Emperor's Liquid Slurry was heavier today, the key point still lies in the proper way he collected it.

There were birds that wanted to grab the bucket, but he paid close attention to them, and they screamed and fell into the lake.

He was even so extravagant that he dipped a little bit of Emperor's Liquid into it and applied it directly to the cracks in the breast shield.

This is called equal exposure to rain and dew.

The mirror screamed, full of joy.

The imperial slurry in the barrel was very thick, and the cracks on the mirror that had been cut by the Fusheng knife were slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He Lingchuan didn't have time to take a second look at it. He was very busy. There were too many robbers, and it was difficult for him to fight with just two fists.