Eternal Tranquility

After finally sending away the people from the Changren Tribe and Shuixiu Tribe, Liu Qinghuan turned around and asked Fu Bao to find Hu Si.

Fubaogang did not move where he was and asked curiously: "Master, are you standing up for that small tribe to get them into the Songxi Cave Heaven Map?"

Liu Qinghuan did not hide anything: "The map requires manpower. In the future, the small cave will become larger and larger, and the medicinal fields will be opened into large medicinal gardens. It will become increasingly difficult to maintain it with just one doll."

Fubao said in agreement: "That's true, Master, you have a lot to do. It's rare to be able to sprinkle some green wood energy on Hunyuanlian, Shizhumu, and several earth-level elixirs every day."

Liu Qinghuan added: "The Water Cultivation Tribe has water spiritual roots and has the talent to grow elixirs. I suspect they also have special bloodline... It is difficult for them to survive in this world. If they want to accept me as their master, I will take them in." Dongtian can just leave things like planting low-level elixirs and handling farm chores to them."

"Then..." Fu Bao thought for a while and said: "Although it is unlikely based on today's situation, it does not rule out that they will regret it in the end and refuse to recognize their master."

Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "This is a consensual thing. If they don't want to, they will naturally give up. Don't force them on your own initiative. If you can't provoke this kind of unnecessary resentment, don't provoke it, so as not to bear the consequences."

"Eat, I don't have that much to do!" Fubao said, "Then if they don't recognize the Lord, do you still care about their tribesmen living outside?"

"Well..." Liu Qinghuan paused and kicked away: "There are so many questions! I have my own opinion. Go and call Husi."

Fu Bao nimbly dodged the kick and ran away laughing.

At this time, Hu Si was aggressively consolidating his forces and fighting for territory with the scorpion demon. He was very busy every day, but when he heard that Liu Qinghuan was looking for him, he immediately put everything aside and ran to the gray stone ground. .

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Liu Qinghuan and the sickly young male cultivator sitting under a lush spiritual tree. There was a pile of letters and jade volumes on the stone table in front of them. It was unknown what the two of them were doing before.

Hu Si took a closer look at the young male cultivator and found that his complexion was much better than a few days ago. Although he still looked weak and could collapse in the wind, at least he didn't feel like he was going to die soon.

"Friend Qinglin, what do you want from me?"

Liu Qinghuan turned around and said, "You're here, come and sit."

Chonglou next to him stood up, brushing his sleeves, and nodded coldly to Husi: "You have something to say, so I won't stay with you any longer."

Liu Qing said with a smile: "Today I had a conversation with you, and the doubts in Liu's heart were all solved. Master, I will go to rest first, but I will have the audacity to ask you for advice in the future."

Chonglou twitched his lips: "I will have to rely on you to recuperate from my injuries for a long time. The things you asked about your own mental methods and various realms are naturally your reward. How dare you use the word 'asking for advice'."

After saying that, the clothes were gone like the wind.

Liu Qinghuan smiled, not caring about his attitude, and began to pack away the various letters on the table.

A person who has a sixth-level demon cultivator as a slave, and is called "Shangjun", who was once a major cultivator, is tacky if the reward is something like a magic weapon, so it is better to seize the opportunity to ask questions.

He still had many questions about his self-created mental methods. On the basis of concealing his true situation, it was appropriate to ask about the Tao and the creation of sutras.

Hu Si's sharp eyes saw words such as "True Sutra", "Tao Canon" and "Hidden Jue" on the pages of the book, and he couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart.

He is a very ambitious demon cultivator. He not only learned Qing Ming's language, but also specifically learned Qing Ming's writing in order not to become blind. But even so, he didn't recognize the words in most of the books on the table.

Hu Si watched Liu Qinghuan clean up with greedy eyes, and couldn't help but ask: "Fellow Taoist Qinglin, do you have any techniques suitable for me to practice?"

Liu Qinghuan paused, raised her head and said, "You want it?"

"Yes!" Hu Si roared, and then said with a flattering look on his face: "Uh, how much does it cost?"

Liu Qinghuan stopped collecting the books and tapped his fingers on the edge of the stone table a few times habitually.

"I need you to do something. If you do it well, I will give you a book of exercises."

Hu Si was overjoyed, but still remained cautious and asked, "What's the matter?"

Liu Qinghuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous. Sit down and I'll talk to you in detail..."

The two of them were talking in a low voice under the tree. The expression on Husi's face was sometimes surprised, sometimes excited, and sometimes solemn, which made Fubao and Chuyi who were standing by the side very amused.

That day, Hu Si stayed for several hours before leaving. When he left, he was full of fighting spirit, as if he was about to go on an expedition.

Within a few days, dozens of Shuixiu tribesmen came to the gray stone land carrying their belongings and home-made farm tools, with fear of the strong and hesitation of the unknown fate on their faces.

Liu Qinghuan was sitting in the house, her consciousness quickly scanning the crowd standing on the steps outside the door, feeling a little surprised.

As expected, all of these Shuixiu tribesmen have good looks. Among the various strange-looking alien races in Zhuoyuan, they are like shining pearls in the gravel, making it difficult for people to ignore them.

What's strange is that there are almost no old people among them, and the oldest one only looks to be in his thirties or forties.

"Have you considered it carefully?" Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "If you accept me as your master, you must follow me out of Zhuoyuan in the future, and you will never betray me again."

A middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and a steady demeanor stepped forward and said in the unskilled Qingming language: "Master Qinglin, we have thought about it. As long as you treat us as human beings and do not bully or insult us, We are willing to accept the Lord as our master.”

Liu Qinghuan said: "On this point, I can promise you that I will respect and protect you in the future, and will not harm your lives wantonly. Those who have merit will be rewarded, but those who have made mistakes will also be punished."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, obviously weighing the credibility of his words. Finally, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he knelt down and said, "Master!"

As he surrendered, other Shuixiu tribe members also knelt down and shouted in unison: "Master!"

Liu Qinghuan sighed secretly, stood up, helped the middle-aged man up personally, and said gently: "You are the leader of the Shuixiu Clan, what is your name?"

The middle-aged man said respectfully: "Returning to the master, my name is Lang. It was only when we all fled from Dongyuan to Xiyuan that we temporarily managed the affairs of the clan. If the master wants to choose another clan leader, I don't dare to say anything."

"No need, the clan leader is still yours." Liu Qinghuan said: "Now, let them come in one by one. I need to take a look at each of your spiritual roots and physiques before I know how to better arrange you."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and went to arrange the clan members without any objection.

After some investigation, it was found that there were a total of sixty-seven members of the Shui Xiu Clan, of which fifty-three had spiritual roots, and twenty-five had bodies of Kun Shui.

Among these people, the one with the highest cultivation level is Lang, who has reached about the fifth level of Qi training. Then there is a woman who has reached the third level of Qi training. Fan and Huaer who have been seen before are five people who have reached the first and second levels of Qi training. Six.

Liu Qinghuan fell into thinking when he asked Fu Bao to take people to build a residence next to the Graystone tribe's village.

It seems that these people who escaped are all the best in the Shuixiu tribe, otherwise the ratio would not be so scary, and almost the entire tribe has spiritual roots.

And as long as they are given a mental method and some guidance, these people can become monks in the future!