Along the way, He Lingchuan discovered that the denser the forest, the more fertile land occupied by others. The dense branches and leaves can absorb more imperial fluid, giving practitioners time and opportunity to harvest it.
If the imperial slurry falls directly onto the water surface or mud, it will penetrate directly and no one can dig it back out.
So where he is now, even the wild monsters in the mountains don't bother to occupy it.
This time out of the city, he set a goal for himself:
Low profile.
Discreetly collect as much Imperial Ooze as possible.
Now he climbed to the tallest tree nearby, standing on the highest branch and looking down:
“It’s just right here.”
This Metasequoia tree is twenty-two feet tall, a head taller than the low hill behind.
Standing on its highest branch, He Lingchuan can overlook the entire small lake.
He is waiting.
Waiting for a suitable mountain breeze.
After a while, his clothes began to fly up and down.
The wind is blowing in the right direction.
He Lingchuan took out two eyeball spiders from his arms and threw them towards the north and northeast respectively:
"Go ahead."
The two little guys were as light as nothing and were blown away by the strong wind in an instant.
But they left behind two strands of spider silk, which were wrapped around the thick tree branch behind He Lingchuan.
Zhu Erniang's silk is as thin as human hair but stronger than fine steel.
He Lingchuan was not in a hurry and sat down to wait.
About a quarter of an hour later, something moved.
This kind of throbbing is completely different from the trembling in the strong wind. He Lingchuan has been with the eyeball spiders for a long time, and he has some experience. He knows that this is one of the eyeball spiders that has arrived at the destination, so he plucks the silk and sends out a secret signal.
Soon, another strand of thread also moved.
This step went surprisingly smoothly, both eyeball spiders were done:
They were carried by the wind, drifted all the way across the lake, and reached the big tree by the lake.
After adjusting the position, they wrapped the spider silk well.
Next, He Lingchuan recovered them and then selected a few more directions to repeat the same process.
About an hour later, the bottom grid of a giant spider web was laid, spanning four acres of water, with a rough grid.
The best that eyeball spiders can do is that they are too small to spin out more silk.
So, He Lingchuan took out the Xiapei Yun brocade given by Zhu Erniang from the storage ring, unfolded them and spread them on the prepared bottom grid.
At that time, he squeezed ten pieces of Yunjin from Zhu Erniang, but he didn't expect that they would be put to use so quickly.
Ordinary cotton and linen have at most one or two layers, but Zhu Erniang's Xiapei is different. This ancient demon has always been very real, and each piece has at least seven or more layers. When you are in a good mood, it may be stacked up to ten layers.
After He Lingchuan refined the auxiliary medicine in the hotel, he temporarily hired a dozen weavers to help him dismantle the brocade, disassemble all the multi-layer brocade into single layers, and then splice them together. Because he was in a hurry, the needlework did not require to be very beautiful.
, as long as it is strong enough.
If Zhu Erniang saw that her hard work was treated so roughly, she might go berserk on the spot.
Even so, even if the ten pieces of cloud brocade were dismantled, they could not completely cover the lake, only covering most of the center.
But He Lingchuan was already very satisfied.
For the first time, such a giant spider web was hung on Sanxin Lake.
He jumped onto the giant brocade net that had just been laid out, climbed to the center and stood still.
The entire large net droops naturally, with a very gentle arc, and the lowest point is where he stands.
The protective mirror had been observing his actions, and then he said "Wow": "You kid, you have laid a big plan."
It saw what He Lingchuan was going to do.
After so much work, both eyeball spiders were exhausted, lying on the net sucking the freshly caught pheasant as a snack.
He Lingchuan leaned back, half sitting and half lying down, as if he was perching on a giant hammock, which looked very comfortable.
But his hands were not idle. He took out bamboo chopsticks one after another and sharpened them with a knife.
He spent a lot of money to buy this from two restaurants next to the hotel. The shopkeeper didn't expect that there were still people who wanted this kind of second-hand goods.
When He Lingchuan finished cutting all the bamboo chopsticks, there were thousands of glowing lights in the west.
He lay half-lying on the large net hanging over the lake, admiring the sunset and enjoying his dinner.
Next to the guesthouse where the Shimen caravan stayed, there was a 30-year-old smoked and marinated brand. Its signature dish was the smoked and marinated pig's trotters he was holding in his hand at the moment. The black skin was torn open, and there were snow-white hoof flowers inside.
, fat but not greasy, crisp but not rotten, the smell of fireworks is just right, and it is especially chewy.
The staple food is two large bowls of brown sugar rice cakes, paired with half a pot of sweet and sour green plum wine.
He Lingchuan felt comfortable after eating, patted his belly and stretched.
He had to be prepared at night and he had to eat enough.
Seeing that it was getting late, he said to the breast mirror: "Lend it to your evil ghost."
"Okay." Why did it refuse?
He Lingchuan lifted the mirror, and three streaks of black smoke jumped out of the mirror and headed toward the nearby woods.
After the sun went down, three black shadows jumped out of the woods and jumped onto the web along the spider silk.
These are three giant monkeys with oily heads and blue faces. When they stand upright, they are almost as tall as an adult. The mountain people also call them mandrills.
He Lingchuan did not stand up to stop him. He could clearly see that the three evil spirits released by the soul-capturing mirror were attached to the mandrill.
He threw the leftover food and the pig bones over.
He caught the mandrill in his hand and chewed it happily.
While they were standing guard, He Lingchuan put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes to meditate.
The spider web was very light and swayed gently with the night wind, like a cradle, and he soon fell into a slumber.
Time passed slowly, and the mountain lake at night was shrouded in bright moonlight. The forest birds occasionally made noises and stumbled, but they soon became calm.
The wind picked up, but then subsided.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly everything fell silent, like the calm before a storm.
He Lingchuan felt something in his heart and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
coming.
It started to rain in the sky, first there were stars, and then the rain gradually became denser.
He Lingchuan stretched out his hand, and a raindrop fell on his palm. It was light green, slightly thick, and had a strange fragrance that penetrated deeply into the soul and aroused fanaticism.
This time, the forecast from Lingxu City was extremely accurate——
The Emperor's Liquid has arrived!
He Lingchuan put his tongue on the roof of his mouth, looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart with his nose. He tried hard to suppress the greed in his heart, expanded his spiritual thoughts, and exercised strict vigilance.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Just like last time, the creatures in the mountain forest became manic, and even the lake below began to churn.
This time, the rain of the emperor's ooze is more intensive, and the fragrance is naturally more intense, enough to drive the unintelligent creatures into ecstasy.
They were collecting Emperor Ooze everywhere, but He Lingchuan didn't need to be as busy as they were, he just had to stand still.
The Imperial Liquid Rain is a liquid, and when it drops on the cloud brocade, it will naturally flow down along the spider silk. That is, it will gather from all directions and flow to the lowest point——
That is, at the feet of He Lingchuan.
He hung a bucket here to hold it safely.
After experiencing an explosion of Imperial Ooze in reality and in a dream, He Lingchuan found some way out. If he wanted to occupy more Imperial Ooze, there were only two principles:
To be continued...