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The shop owner said that these seeds might have appeared 40 years ago. It is very likely that these black seeds appeared in the Qingtian city 40 years ago, and finally gradually spread to everyone, absorbing everyone's spiritual power and spiritual veins.
As for the cultivators in the Chen family and the City Lord's Mansion, Yang Yu had learned that the latest of them had become cultivators fifty or sixty years ago.
In the entire Qingtian city, there hasn't been a single cultivator in more than thirty years.
But no matter what, these seeds are a very good means of attack for him. In the next few days, he can take out all the black seeds in the entire city, and use the black seeds to catch the enemy off guard in future battles.
……
Wu Bai chewed the pill and pouted, recovering his spiritual power while transferring it into these black seeds.
More than an hour passed.
The big white fox finally filled all the black seeds in his hand with the spiritual power of the late stage of consolidation. A light sweat oozed from his smooth and delicate forehead, and his delicate body was filled with an alluring fragrance, making people want to hold him in their arms and lick him.
Wu Bai tilted her head and glanced at Yang Yu, and found that Yang Yu was still studying the black seeds in his hand. She narrowed her charming eyes, took out a pile of clothes from her storage ring, and began to choose carefully.
After a while,
"Master, I've finished it."
Hearing this, Yang Yu turned around and looked over.
The big white fox sat charmingly beside her, with her slender legs crossed, her long black hair with slightly curled ends cascading down like a waterfall, her hair reaching her hips, two long pointed fox ears sticking out from her hair, her eyebrows drooping, and her eyes as clear as spring water.
"Master, does it look good?"
Qi Wen, who was full of charm in misty white, wore a simple white one-shoulder tight-fitting long dress. The hollow white gauze sleeves wrapped around her slender arms. The off-shoulder dress revealed her white and slender neck and a small piece of smooth back behind her.
The large patches of smooth skin on her chest, as delicate and smooth as white jade, exude a faint floral fragrance, and her two breasts are as white, tender and soft as milk pudding.
The thin skirt fits closely to her snow-white curved outline; the willow-leaf-shaped belly button line looks seductive and cute against her plump and slightly protruding belly; the tight-fitting clothes perfectly reveal her vase-like, mature curves that are wide at the top, wide at the bottom, and narrow in the middle.
"Master, does it look good?"
Wu Bai asked again, looking at Yang Yu enthusiastically, wanting to get a praising answer from Yang Yu's words.
"It looks good, it does look good, but where did you get these clothes?"
Yang Yu showed an admiring look, but also a little curious, as this kind of clothes should not be sold in the Qingtian City.
"Meimei took me to buy these clothes. During those days, the master was locked up in the yard by Fairy Haoyue."
Wubai happily stuck out her sweet little tongue, and her pink little tongue licked her lips, which was quite tempting.
"So what do you mean by changing clothes now?"
Yang Yu smiled and asked knowingly.
“(*∩_∩*)”
Wu Bai closed the window in a charming manner, swaying her hips, and walked to Yang Yu's side with lotus steps. She placed a pair of bare hands on Yang Yu's shoulders, kneading them gently, and opened her mouth slightly, exhaling the fragrance of orchids, "I love you, Master."
"You slutty fox, I'm going to beat you up."
Yang Yu lifted up the misty white, plump and slender thighs, and let the big white fox scream and sit astride his arms.
Yang Yu grabbed Wu Bai's thighs and thrust his hips hard.
The white and perky buttocks were originally resting on Yang Yu's thing and were suddenly sunk down.
Misty white eyes rolled back and her sweet tongue stuck out.
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Several days passed.
Yang Yu happily took out black seeds from the mortals in the Qingtian City and gave them to Wubai. Wubai pouted and acted as a middleman, constantly infusing spiritual power into the black seeds.
The white mist is poured out during the day and poured back in at night. Although she is unhappy with her pouting mouth when working during the day, she is very happy when she lies on the bed with her butt sticking out at night.
Soon, Yang Yu accumulated tens of thousands of black seeds. Each black seed contained the spiritual power of the late stage of consolidating the foundation, and due to the special structure of the black seeds, the spiritual power was constantly compressed during the period, and could burst out with a power stronger than the self-detonation of a cultivator. Just one black seed could match the full-strength attack of the early stage of cultivating the essence.
If tens of thousands of black seeds exploded, Yang Yu could hardly imagine how powerful the power would be.
However, Yang Yu's goal is not just to get all the black seeds in the Qingtian city. With the map given by the innkeeper, the surrounding villages are also marked in detail. There are thousands of villages in total, large and small, and each village has hundreds of people.
If everyone in the Qingtian City has black seeds in their bodies, then it is impossible that the villagers in the surrounding villages are not also free of black seeds.
Yang Yu collected all the black seeds in the entire Qingtian city and gave them to Wu Bai, then took the map and began to look for the surrounding villages.
Wherever they go, Sun and Moon Divination can find that every person has at least one black seed on their body.
There were thousands of villages, and at each place they had to stay for the time of an incense stick to carefully check the black seeds on each person and remove them.
In three days, Yang Yu searched nearly a hundred villages in the surrounding area and obtained thousands of black seeds, which he brought back to the inn.
The big white fox looked at the mountain of black seeds, its pretty face pouted up to the sky, staring at Yang Yu resentfully. Every time it filled a black seed, it would run to Yang Yu, pat his thigh with its big furry tail, and ask Yang Yu to massage it.
Every hour she would squeeze into Yang Yu's arms, act coquettishly and ask for a hug.
Yang Yu scratched Wubai's chin, making the coquettish big white fox hum comfortably, and smiled helplessly.
If his own realm was high enough, he would definitely choose to get these black seeds himself, but he has been busy with the black seeds these days and has no time to practice. His realm has remained at the middle stage of foundation building. Even if his spiritual power has been compressed, it is still not as good as the gap between the late stage of consolidation and his middle stage of foundation building.
"Master, you have done so much, why don't you just take a rest today."
The big white fox rubbed Yang Yu's hand obediently, and its pink little tongue gently licked the back of Yang Yu's hand.
"No, you were lazy yesterday and you want to be lazy again today?"
Yang Yu pinched Xiao Qiong's misty white nose.
"Woooooooo..."
Wubai whimpered softly a few times, and then obediently continued to supply spiritual power to the black seeds.
Yang Yu walked to the window and watched the sun gradually setting in the sky.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but while he was busy getting the black seeds these days, the days seemed to be getting shorter and the nights longer.
The spring, summer, autumn and winter in this world are not so distinct, but it is midsummer now. No matter what, the days should not be getting shorter, but longer.
. ………
Half a month passed.
Yang Yu has visited more than 90% of the villages around the Qingtian city. Among the thousands of villages, only dozens of the most remote ones are left.
His cultivation did not fall behind, and he gradually broke through to the great perfection of foundation building. Of the fourteen seals on his body left by Fairy Haoyue, only seven remained.
The phenomenon of shorter days that Yang Yu had noticed before has become even more serious. Now the daytime is only six hours and the night is also a full six hours.
This is midsummer, and the daylight hours should be seven hours, not balanced between day and night.
Moreover, as Yang Yu moved further and further away from the Qingtian city and went to those remote villages, the things he discovered in these villages became more and more strange.
"Something's not right."
Yang Yu stood in the air holding a map, looking at the village below.
About 50 households gathered on the flat land at the foot of the mountain, forming a small settlement. Surrounding them were neatly arranged fields. The villagers worked hard in the fields and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
But because of this, Yang Yu frowned deeply.
It is noon now, the sun is at its brightest, the temperature is high, and the air is stuffy. People will sweat profusely after working for a while. They cannot even stand being tired. Sweat breaks out on their foreheads and they feel weak all over.
Older and younger people simply cannot withstand this kind of working under the scorching sun.
The hotter the sun is, the more people get up early to work. After lunch, when the sun is at its brightest, most people will choose a place to hide in the shade.
But in this village, several families are working in the fields. It's not just one family, but there are people working in the fields, big and small.
From an 80-year-old old man to a few-year-old child, everyone was wielding hoes, turning over the old soil, and cutting weeds. Their movements were uniform and even had a hint of mechanical beauty.
This seemingly peaceful and auspicious scene is surprisingly weird and exudes a sense of terror that cannot be destroyed.
Yang Yu pondered for a few seconds in the air, and for some unknown reason he did not choose to unfold the sun and moon map directly in the air like the previous villages did, but chose to observe quietly from a hilltop nearby.
At the same time, he took another look at the map. This remote village was less than 30 miles away from the edge of the map.
I don’t know if the edge of the map is the edge of this world.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, one hour, two hours...
Yang Yu actually sat on the top of the mountain, quietly watching the villagers in the village below working for two hours.
Suddenly I didn't realize that the sun in the sky was setting step by step behind the mountain.
The shift of the setting sun caused the shadows of the mountains to gradually fall onto the fields.
At this time, the villagers realized that the sun was about to set, so they suddenly looked up at the horizon, seemed to take a deep breath, carried their hoes and baskets, quickly left the fields, returned home, and locked the door.
Yang Yu watched this scene, still sitting quietly on the top of the mountain.
a long time,
Yang Yu stood up and walked into the village.
Every household in the village closed their doors, but there was no smoke coming out of the roofs.
"interesting."
Yang Yu murmured a few words and did not choose to enter the villagers' houses.
Instead, he took out a small wooden house from his storage ring and placed it in the center of the village. Before sunset, he entered his wooden house.
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A quiet night.
It was dawn the next day.
Yang Yu walked out of the wooden house, leaned against the door, took out a recliner and put it on the table, put some spiritual fruits in the storage ring, and lay down on the recliner with his legs crossed.
Feeling that this was not relaxing enough, he raised the recliner further, leaned back in it, took out a leisurely and elegant novel, and read leisurely in the morning light.
He even felt that this was not leisurely enough and seemed a little deliberate, so he opened the door of the cabin, took out a broom and placed it on the railing in front of the cabin, as if he was just taking a short break from cleaning.
Not long after.
The villagers gradually came out of their houses. Smoke was rising from the few roofs, as if the other dozen households had no food to cook and were eating yesterday's cold leftovers.
They all ignored Yang Yu's existence. Even though Yang Yu's wooden house was located in the center of the town on the road in the middle of the village, no one asked about Yang Yu, as if they had never seen Yang Yu.