Spring Festival Ceremony.

Boom boom boom!

The sky is filled with wars and colorful lights flashing.

A fire ghost who is three feet tall and has fire snakes on his feet.

The water dragon well god with a body of black water and a majestic head and horns; a centipede with hundreds of legs as a ghost; a centipede with thousands of legs.

A masked Zongmu man and two samurai.

Several ghosts compete for a piece of sunken jade.

Tang Ping was floating in the air, and a python was swimming underground. The strong wind blew its clothes and made a hunting sound.

There are ten orchids and twenty sunflower-like plants planted on the shady soil twenty-four feet below the feet.

Remove all other plants.

Nowadays, the local Yin soil basically does not grow anything other than spiritual objects.

Orchids and sunflowers are typical spiritual objects. The latter is bought from mandrills. When mature, the devils produced are pure yin power and earth energy. They are very effective in replenishing energy and the price is high.<

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After Tang Ping observed it for a while, he flew down to water the water.

He spread out his right palm, and his essence turned into water snakes, flying above the Sun Demon sunflowers to water them. With the help of the water control technique, the amount of water was accurate to the drop.

"There are still eight years, eight years to mature."

It will bring in 5,000 yuan a month.

In addition to the subsequent expansion of five acres of ghost rice and 800 cotton plants.

The monthly net income is also 5,500.

Exclude it for your own cultivation,

The Yuren's rule is very loose.

There is no such thing as tax, and there is no Lord of the Underworld.

Everyone depends on their ability, and whoever grabs it belongs to whom.

This move intensified the internal fighting in the underworld.

Of course, Tang Ping will not participate now.

After watering, I inspected other places.

Then return to the underwater palace.

"Quack!"

When the frog saw Tang Ping, he immediately pointed to something wrapped in lotus leaves not far away.

"Yeah, I know."

The reason why Tang Ping took such drastic measures to get rid of the ghost grass was that in addition to lowering prices, he also discovered the business opportunity of pickled fish.

If you fail in refining the weapons, you can sell them, and the price is not low, about 500 coins each, and four of them can buy a pair of elixirs.

On the 15th, the ghost market opens.

Tang Ping packed five pieces of pickled fish and some orchid dew and headed to the ghost market.

Wow!

After getting out of the water, Tang Ping wandered around the streets.

See if there is any evil spirit.

No matter what kind of evil spirit you want now, after passing through the mouth of the earth python, it will turn into the evil spirit of Jiuyou Huangquan.

The things he planted now were not enough to produce flowers, so he resolutely cut down other things and replaced them with spiritual objects that were more difficult and more profitable.

When I came to the stall, I found myself in front of the man in black who looked very lifeless.

"Two more elixirs, and the rest will be discounted."

"Okay."

Tang Ping picked up his things and left.

Tang Ping has not mentioned this matter since he made the request last time.

But he knew that this kind of thing must take root in that person's heart.

After returning, Tang Ping continued to absorb evil spirits.

Wisps of yellow gas poured into the body.

The yellow air passes like time.

Four years later.

[Maotu Deed·Snake Mantra]: Mountain-opening and grass-cutting ceremony (1000/1000).

The Secret Method of Taiyin Food Evil (30/1000)

Tang Ping summoned Gao Di Ce, and the grass-cutting ceremony reached the upper limit for the second time. The proficiency level returned to zero, and a golden ball of light floated on the Gao Di Ce stone slab.

Now there are two light balls in total.

This is the qualification for the grass-cutting ceremony.

I used to be able to gain proficiency every two days, but since Ningsha, the time has become less and less.

It’s July 15th again.

Zhang's Altar.

The core members of the Zhang family perform sacrifices in the clan area.

Above the sky, Tang Ping observed all this in the dark clouds.

Not far away, there are several evil souls peeping secretly.

I found that under the dark clouds, an invisible pressure was coming, so I could only leave quietly.

Tang Ping thought to himself, it seems that a ghost has noticed this place.

Below.

Zhang Qi is already fifty years old. Years of hard work have left him with white hair. He is accompanied by a boy in his early ten years.

This is his eldest son Zhang Cong.

A genius-level figure, who has been practicing for three years by taking bait, is about to enter the phase of breathing (evil soul).

The father and son followed the shaman's ritual and knelt down to worship.

Zhang Cong looked respectful. The story of his father's rise from raising horses has always inspired him. As the main reason for everything, it was the god in front of him, but it was a pity that he had never seen it.

Wow!

A gust of dark wind blew, and the sacrifice ended.

Tang Ping pointed upward, and the tortoise shell cracked.

The wizard presented the tortoise shell.

"What's the explanation?" Zhang Qi asked.

"The image comes from the heart."

Zhong means moderation, neither good nor bad, but it also has the meaning of choice.

Let the head of the family choose the future path, whether to continue on the previous path or take a step back to defend the city and develop.

Zhang Qi pondered for a moment and secretly made up his mind. It was almost dusk and there were many things that he should work hard on.

Heaven, Tang Ping understood Zhang Qi’s inner thoughts.

He has rarely seen mortals in recent years.

Yin and yang should be separated. If there is no interference, there is no need for him to interfere.

Half a year later.

The king of Jing State suddenly declared war on Huaiyi. The king's three armies went first, with 36,000 people heading to the Huaihe River.

The two sides are fighting endlessly.

"Continue to open up wasteland, and the private land system remains unchanged!"

Zhang Qi ordered.

As the war rages on, the monarch may recruit nobles from all walks of life to join the war.

If you perform well in this battle, you may be able to gain a title and have your own city and kingdom like the Zuo family.

The same is true for Xiong.
To be continued...