It can only be said that in the previous dynasty, the martial arts style and various martial arts in the martial arts had really developed to a climax and a peak.

They can't reach it yet.

At this moment, Zhu Minghuang suddenly spoke and said to Wei Yi in front of him:

"If the imperial court tries its best to develop, it will support it at all costs."

"So how many generations of seeds can you produce in a year?"

This matter is very serious.

The output must be clearly defined.

Looking at Zhu Minghuang's appearance, Wei Yi stretched out his hand to slap:

"Only 500 grains will be produced this year."

"But if it is next year, if there is enough land to cultivate the mountains."

"I can give at least five thousand pills."

"And as time goes by, there will only be more and more seeds of this generation."

"In a few years, I will be able to ensure that a few masters in Kyushu will be able to eat a large bowl of Yiyi Lingmi with every meal."

First-class masters have huge appetites. If a first-class master really eats freely, he can eat a cow, and a large bowl of rice can only be the bottom.

But no matter how tall he is, he can't take hundreds of century-old ginseng in one meal.

This is not nutritional supplementation, this is courting death.

Although the words are exaggerated.

But Wei Yi's meaning was also very clear.

He has broken through the technical barriers, and the next step is to accumulate a large number of seeds every year.

If it weren't for this thing, which takes a long time to plant and consumes too much land, he would be sure to spread it throughout the world within a hundred years.

Pity.

No matter how much he cultivates it.

This thing consumes a lot of nutrients.

If he didn't make any experimental mistakes.

For example, if a generation-level spiritual seed is planted on an ordinary fertile field, after only one generation, the field will basically be unplantable.

It took at least 5, 6, 7 or 8 years before things could slow down and the weeds could slowly grow.

To know.

Nowadays, there are many people in the world.

Even in many places, you can only eat some wild vegetables when eating, which is not possible at all. Everyone in Kyushu can have enough to eat.

If he spreads such seeds.

I'm afraid there will have to be a great famine, causing the Kyushu Dynasty to be in turmoil.

After all, sheep eating humans is no joke.

When I think of this.

The two people couldn't help but look at each other, and they both saw the meaning in each other's eyes.

Then, they all said in unison:

"Western Region!" x2

After the words fell, the two of them couldn't help but laugh even more happily.

The Western Region is vast and sparsely populated.

Moreover, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. It is almost a place where many mountains gather together. The population is very small and it is not suitable for survival.

But if we capture the Western Region.

Then the medicinal materials needed by Kyushu and this spiritual rice can be planted in the endless mountains.

There is no need to completely capture the Western Region.

Only needing to capture half of the land would be enough for all the masters above and beyond the entire Jiuzhou to eat a generation of spiritual rice.

This trip to the Western Regions is a must.

Thinking of this, Zhu Minghuang couldn't help but patted Wei Yi on the shoulder, and then said solemnly:

"Next, it's time to trouble our great protector of the country. From now on, it's up to you to provide this kind of money."

"Tell me what you need and want. Even if I give you these three mountains, I can still do it."

"Next year my father will meditate on me."

"I will have interviews with many real leaders at that time. Within five years at most, the Western Region Plan will be launched. Please!"

Seeing Zhu Minghuang's expression, Wei Yi couldn't help but waved his hand, and said indifferently:

"Small problem, small problem~"

"Isn't this what the Great Protector of the Nation does? The royal family cannot afford to eat in vain."

For a moment, everyone including more than a dozen real people laughed.

After all, they also eat from the imperial court.

…

Five years passed slowly.

Wei Yi is forty-five years old this year.

And within these five years, one of them became the current emperor, and the other became the current great protector of the country.

It can be said to be a perfect cooperation.

The old emperor, who is now the Supreme Emperor, built a palace for himself and retired there in peace of mind.

After all, this guy is an old fool.

I have loved this queen all my life, and of course, she is now the Queen Mother.

Naturally, you can't be like the wife of the emperor and indulge in the period before death.

Just at this time.

I could only see silhouettes of people flickering outside the capital from time to time.

Each one is several feet long.

Everyone has light skills like a ghost.

When walking, you feel like a fairy on land.

Wanton and unrestrained, enviable.

Finally, now, many heads of the eight sects are slowly gathering at an imperial palace near Kyoto.

Stop.

Several people looked at the acquaintances in front of them and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Especially Dugu Chaoyun of Qiyun Mountain.

He looked at the seven old friends in front of him and couldn't help but sigh:

"You must have gained something by now. I wonder what kind of decisions you have made?"

Listening to Dugu Chaoyun ask this.

The abbot of Enlightenment of Bodhi Monastery took a few steps forward, and then shouted the Buddha's name:

"Namo Amitabha~"

"Our Bodhi Zen Temple has been rewarded with spiritual seeds by His Majesty, and now it has begun to bear fruit, and the effect is extremely significant."

"I came here this time just to repay Your Majesty. Your Majesty is kind and virtuous, and he will definitely be a Holy Emperor in the future."

"With such a human emperor, how can we, the Bodhi Temple, not actively come to serve you?"

Listening to Abbot Wusheng's bragging, the other leaders couldn't help but take a few steps back.

What an old bald ass.

I haven't learned any martial arts yet.

The people at Bodhi Zen Temple are very good at flattering.

But no one said much.

After all, they all came here for the same purpose.

That is the spiritual seed!
To be continued...