Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan roughly drew a line on the map and claimed all the land within the line as his own. Thinking that he had not been out much since arriving here, he took Chu Yi and Fu Bao to inspect him in person. The top of the mountain.

Above the sky, layer after layer of turbid fog still covered the sky and sun, pressing down heavily, giving people a very strong sense of depression.

After emerging from the gray stone field, sporadic weeds and trees began to appear on the ground, all stretching their branches in a twisted posture, as if shouting in pain.

Fu Bao followed him and pointed to the left front and said: "I have come out and walked around before, and there is a river in front of me. It is the largest river in this land."

The so-called big river seems to be dozens of feet wide, but the water volume is very shabby. It is only two people deep at the deepest point. The water quality is muddy and yellow, with mud and sand.

Liu Qinghuan picked up the water and touched her lower lip, and couldn't help but sigh.

Fubao said: "After a while, the rainy season in this world will come. It will rain for several months, directly transitioning from drought to flood, and the river will also swell."

One person and two pets walked along the river. There were many small tribes living on both sides of the river. When they saw them, they all hid far away, and then peeped in the dark thinking they were hidden.

Liu Qinghuan just pretended not to notice and remained silent all the way, her face darkened.

Fu Bao winked at Chu Yi and whispered, "Hey, just wait and see, the master's compassionate heart will be violated again."

Chuyi shouted dissatisfied: "You are so arrogant, don't say bad things about your master!"

Then he turned his head angrily and refused to pay attention to him anymore.

Fubao laughed strangely twice, caught up with Liu Qinghuan, and began to tell him all the information he knew about the small clan.

In the territory that Liu Qinghuan casually drew, there are more than a dozen ethnic groups living in it. In addition to the Gray Stone tribe who are less than three feet tall, there are also the Heigu tribe with dark skin, the three-eyed tribe with three eyes, and the three-eyed tribe that can turn bitter water into Get sweet and delicious sweet aqua and more.

"The talent of the Heigu tribe is to raise animals. They raise many small beasts called Heigu, and then exchange them for food with other tribes."

"The Three-Eyed Tribe is said to be able to search for minerals. Master, don't look at it, there is no vegetation in this turbid abyss, but there are a lot of mines." Fu Bao said with a smile: "The Three-Eyed Tribe lives in a mine in the south, where a kind of fish called Miscellaneous minerals of green crystal.”

"Oh?" Liu Qinghuan said with interest, "Then I'll go and have a look later."

However, these ethnic groups range from large to small, ranging from dozens of people to hundreds of people.

The largest ethnic group is called the Changren tribe. It has a population of several thousand people and is divided into many villages along both sides of the river.

Their appearance is very similar to that of normal people, except that they cannot open their mouths. Because as long as they open their mouths, they will grin directly to the base of their ears, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, which will definitely stop children from crying.

However, compared to ordinary small tribes, the people of this tribe obviously live a better life. The animal skins they wear are neater, and they no longer live in caves, but in stone houses.

The first person who dared to come up and talk to Liu Qinghuan was this person from the long human race. Several people came up and bowed to him, chatting a lot.

Liu Qinghuan has been in frequent contact with the Graystone tribe these days and can already understand the local dialect. He showed a kind smile and asked: "Are you Ying, the leader of the Changren tribe? What is the innate ability of your tribe?"

"Ah, Master Healer knows me..." Ying opened her mouth in flattery, revealing her ferocious teeth: "We, we are good at growing vegetables, and the vegetables we grow are delicious and grow big."

Liu Qinghuan's consciousness had already circled around everyone without anyone noticing.

What is surprising is that these people are all martial arts masters, but their strength varies. However, the leader named Ying has reached the realm of high-level martial arts masters, which is roughly equivalent to the alchemy stage of human cultivation.

"Oh, growing vegetables."

His eyes fell on the river beach not far away. There were large fields opened along the river beach. In addition to a few fields of ash trees that were obviously newly planted, there were also many other crops. The growth was indeed good, at least better than those of the gray stone species. Those who want to die are much stronger.

"Did you plant the fields over there? Tell me what crops they are."

Ying had a bitter look on his face when he heard this, and replied uneasily: "Sir Hui Lingshi, our clan has handed over the full amount of this year's rice to Master Feng, and the others are just ordinary crops of no use for the clan's daily needs. abdomen……"

His tone sounded like he was worried that Liu Qinghuan would have to collect the land rent again, and he was extremely worried.

Liu Qinghuan shook his head and said no more.

Fu Bao said loudly: "Let me tell you, from the big fish mouth to the gray stone ground, this large area will belong to my master Qinglin Immortal Master from now on. What a withered eagle, if you see him in the future, come and tell me , I’ll fight him off!”

Ying opened his mouth wide: "Ah, ah...immortal master?"

Fu Bao said again: "Yes! Do you remember?"

Ying nodded like a fool: "Remember, Immortal Master! Immortal Master Qing, Qinglin!"

"Put away your little thoughts, no one will snatch those worthless things from your field!"

Fu Bao scolded unhappily: "As for how to pay the land rent in the future, you will let you know when you come to Gray Stone Land in five days. Well, you can go and notify the chiefs of other small tribes and ask them all to come. No. Come and bear the consequences!”

With a few words, the scene fell into silence. Ying and the Changren clan members, as well as all the people who followed quietly behind, were stunned, and the uneasiness began to spread.

Liu Qinghuan glared at Fu Bao, used a calming technique silently, and said in a gentle voice that contained comfort:

"You don't have to be afraid. In the future, all your tributes will be lower than before, and at most they will not exceed half of your harvest. In addition, I am also going to give you some seeds, which may improve your situation."

As soon as the words fell, the scene became even quieter, followed by various screams, as if they were too surprised to speak.

Ying was the first to calm down and asked urgently: "Is what you said true? Is it true that you only charge half of the rent?"

Liu Qinghuan smiled and said, "Of course it's true."

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at him. Although they were still full of doubt and disbelief, it did not prevent most of the low-minded aliens from showing eager expressions.

Some people even saw his kind attitude and boldly stepped forward to ask.

"Are we, the Sweetwater Tribe, only taking half?"

"Where is the Three-Eyed Clan?"

"Is it the same for the Black Gu tribe?"

After getting the affirmative answer, the cheers suddenly rang out!

Liu Qinghuan made such a decision before he left the house. He had not planned to say it out so quickly, but Fu Bao's previous words were too strong. Without explanation, it would easily cause panic.

From the current point of view, it seems that he can only leave Zhuoyuan after cultivating to the Yinxu realm, so he will have to live here for at least three to four hundred years. Now that this land is under his own jurisdiction, he needs to make a decision on how to act.

Of course, with his cultivation level and the possession of Xiaodongtian, he could completely ignore these small tribes and let them fend for themselves. Or they act according to the rules of this place before. Anyway, these people are used to being oppressed and don't know how to resist.

However, although he is not a good person and his hands are stained with blood, he comes from a noble family and cultivates a pure and clear mind, so he has a steelyard to measure good and evil.

He cannot help the people and do good deeds of kindness, nor can he be completely cruel and cold-blooded, oppress the weak, and turn a deaf ear to the suffering that is right in front of him.

Therefore, let’s allow these local ethnic groups, which are already having a hard time surviving, to live a better life. As for the entire Zhuoyuan, his abilities are limited, but he cannot control it.

"Immortal Master Qinglin!"

Someone shouted something loudly, and everyone fell to their knees on the ground, shouting his name and worshiping him non-stop.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little sad. This was not a generous treatment at all. What was common in other interfaces seemed to be a great good deed in Zhuoyuan.

Just because the people here are oppressed by the harsh environment and are really inhuman, they are not much different from beasts.

However, although they are ugly or weird-looking, they can indeed think, feel pain, and cry. They have their own ethnic language, so there is no way they can't be treated like human beings!

Liu Qinghuan raised his hand and said: "Okay, let the leaders of each of your tribes go to Gray Stone Land to explain the specific regulations in five days. Get up now."

This sentence reminded many people whose leader was not here, and they saw them get up quickly and run away.

Fu Bao muttered: "Savages are just savages, they don't even have any manners."

"Shut up, I'll settle the score with you when I get back." Liu Qinghuan shouted, turning around with another gentle smile, and asked Ying who grinned to the back of his ears: "Now, can you introduce to me your place?" Did you grow something in it?”

Ying smiled and led him towards the field.

"This field grows licorice grass. Their roots are long, sweet, and very juicy."

"This is stone millet. The fruit is harder than a stone. You can't break it open with a knife, but our strength masters can easily pinch it..."

"Shami, the food our tribe usually eats may not increase our strength, but it can fill us up..."

"Prickly fruit..."

"Hui Huicai..."

After walking out of the village of the Chang Human Clan, Liu Qinghuan still lamented that his previous views were a bit biased. There were still many types of food here, although most of them did not contain spiritual energy.

Along the way, ordinary people accounted for the majority of these small tribes, and only a small number of people were practicing. A large tribe like the Changren tribe only had dozens of martial arts masters with varying strengths.

As for spiritual masters who cultivate spirits, there are none.

Liu Qinghuan said thoughtfully: "It seems that most of the people in the Graystone clan are strength masters, which is a bit special."

Fubao disagreed: "The Greystone tribe has the talent of stone wood. Even though they are small, they are quite strong."

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile: "That's true..."

He turned his head inadvertently and suddenly saw a fair-skinned and beautiful girl standing under a tree not far ahead!