Wang Gensheng went over to the land and observed it first. The soil here was very poor.
And it's not ordinary poverty, it's poverty visible to the naked eye.
"Can the saplings over there be transplanted?" he asked.
The barbarian leader looked strange.
"The land over there is too barren. The saplings will not survive if they are transplanted. They will die tonight."
In the current barbarian settlements, there is not much land where trees can survive.
The location of each sapling was carefully selected by the barbarian tribesmen.
But the barbarian leader still nodded and agreed to Wang Gensheng's request.
He felt that this young man had an inexplicable power that made people unable to help but believe in him.
The barbarians followed the leader's instructions and transplanted the saplings to the barren land.
Just looking at Wang Gensheng's eyes, there was a bit of resentment.
This is one of the few saplings planted by the barbarians, and it will be destroyed in Wang Gensheng's hands!
It happened that Anxi also slipped over with water.
Anxi put the bucket at Wang Gensheng's feet.
The strength was well controlled, and the bucket made a sound when it hit the ground, but not a drop of water splashed out.
Wang Gensheng took out a spirit-gathering pill, crushed it and threw it into the bucket.
Soon, the elixir was completely dissolved into the water.
The water is still clear, and it cannot be seen that any elixir has been added to it.
I can't see any changes either.
Wang Gensheng poured all the water on the barren land.
By the way, give the saplings some water to moisturize them.
After doing this, Wang Gensheng dusted off his hands.
Having one's cultivation sealed is quite troublesome. What could have been solved with a small spell now has to be done by one's own hands.
"What are you doing?"
Anxi asked all the barbarians what they thought, and they all listened with their ears pricked up.
Wang Gensheng replied:
"Can't you see? I'm watering the saplings."
Anxi was a little speechless. He was not blind. Of course he knew that Wang Gensheng was watering the water.
"What did you put in the water?"
"It's not a bad thing. As for the effect, you can see for yourself tomorrow."
Wang Gensheng yawned as he spoke.
"I need to find a place to sleep now, please let the leader arrange it."
Before the effect of the Spirit Gathering Pill came out, Wang Gensheng was still very clear about his position in the eyes of the barbarians.
At best, he can be considered a difficult prisoner.
At this time, it is better to stay safe and obey the arrangements of the barbarian leaders, which will make them feel more at ease.
The barbarian leader kept his eyes on the sapling, and he could feel the faint fluctuation of spiritual power there.
But it's too bland.
It's like a drop of water in the ocean, not worth mentioning.
"Lock people up in lock towers."
The Lock Tower is the supreme magic weapon among the barbarians. It is hidden under the current barbarian camp and plays the final and strongest protective role for the barbarian camp.
When the wizard heard this, he hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something.
But until Wang Gensheng was taken away by Anxi, he said nothing.
Just staring at the saplings, as if waiting for something.
Outside the Lock Tower, Anxi reminded Wang Gensheng:
"After entering the lock tower, do not take the initiative to touch the lock tower's mechanisms."
"I don't have any cultivation now, how can I touch the magic weapon's mechanism?"
Anxi choked, he forgot.
"Is there a bed in there?"
Where possible, Wang Gensheng still hopes that his life can be more comfortable and comfortable.
Anxi shook his head.
"It would be nice to have a haystack inside for you to sleep on."
After a pause, he added, "Don't sleep too much tonight, I'll go in and meet you for a drink."
After Wang Gensheng agreed, he opened the lock tower and sent Wang Gensheng inside.
No matter how high the status of the Lock Tower is in the minds of the barbarians, it is still essentially a tower.
Wang Gensheng was in it, and after looking at it, he only had one thought:
This is indeed a tower.
There are countless golden Buddhas in the pagoda, as well as a low table used for copying Buddhist scriptures.
There are just no beds.
Wang Gensheng walked two floors before he saw what An Xi called a haystack.
He frowned, a little disgusted.
To say it's a haystack is a compliment, but it's just a dozen dead grasses that happen to be in one place.
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.
As Wang Gensheng thought, pillows and quilts appeared in front of him.
After lying down, he stretched out comfortably, crossed his legs and looked at the top of the lock tower.
There is also a golden Buddha on the top of the tower, with different movements in a circle.
Originally it was just to kill time, but as he watched, Wang Gensheng actually entered a mysterious and mysterious state.
He seemed to be asleep and dreaming.
There was nothing in this dream except the golden Buddha.
The golden Buddhas came to life and circled around him, each of them chanting something.
The golden Buddhas are chanting sutras.
Wang Gensheng closed his eyes and felt very peaceful inside.
The spiritual energy throughout the body begins to flow.
This is an extremely strange phenomenon. His cultivation was sealed and he could no longer continue to practice.
But now he has entered the cultivation state again.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Wang Gensheng heard slight footsteps and breathing.
He withdrew his spiritual power, opened his eyes and sat up.
I happened to see An Xi walking over carrying two jars of wine.
"Are you asleep?"
"Being idle is also idle, it is better to sleep."
"Then do you want to drink this wine?"
An Xi shook the wine in his hand. Naturally, he would not tell himself that he had discovered that Wang Gensheng was interested in barbarian spirits.
I was worried that something might happen to Wang Gensheng alone in the lock tower, so I came to see him specifically.
Wang Gensheng reached for it: "Of course, this wine is good."
"We barbarians have good wine and good people. They are all down-to-earth and hard-working men."
"It's not like you Chinese people, who are full of conspiracies and conspiracies."
Wang Gensheng opened a wine jar, raised his head and took a big sip, feeling completely refreshed.
"Chinese people don't like to engage in intrigues."
Anxi disagreed.
We couldn't talk about the topic together, but let him pass.
Wang Gensheng spoke again, talking about wine.
“What is this wine made from?”
"It's Kusaozi. The land in the northwest is full of Kusaozi."
It's hard to eat, but it's an excellent material for wine making.
"If you can go out, I will take you to see it next time."
Wang Gensheng agreed, "There will be a day."
The two finished drinking together, and Anxi started to yawn, but he didn't say anything about leaving.
Wang Gensheng saw what he meant:
"You don't still want to sleep with me here, do you? I only have one quilt here."
Anxi glanced at him, her face turned red, but she still spoke clearly and coherently.
"Who wants to sleep together with you? Let me tell you, there are people at home waiting for me to come back."
As if these words reminded him, Anxi slowly moved up.
"Yes, I want to go home."
After walking a few steps, Anxi stopped again.
"However, I seem to have forgotten something."
"What can you forget? Go back quickly, isn't there someone waiting for you?"
Anxi nodded and left as expected.
Wang Gensheng lay back again and spoke lazily:
"Come out, you've been hiding for so long, aren't you just waiting for now?"