From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

Chapter 129-128, Single-handedly pushing across two hundred miles!

This crown prince really doesn't have much of a presence.

However, domineering fathers often raise sons who are more submissive.

The emperor is domineering and powerful, and so is the crown prince. Two tigers cannot share one mountain; things are bound to fall apart.

Isn't this the Crown Prince's wise way to protect himself?

Next.

Ren Qingshan continued his conversation with the group, focusing on the idea of ​​"mobilizing the whole country".

A group of officials quickly received a full-fledged education on disaster relief awareness—"Take this from my five thousand years of cultural heritage!"

Until evening.

Ren Qingshan shared all his knowledge and ideas with everyone he knew.

That's all, really, not a single drop left.

The next morning.

Early in the morning, Wei Bin, accompanied by a Xiantian expert brought by Zhou Shiqian, returned to the prefectural city along the original route to transport grain.

He didn't sleep a wink all night, tossing and turning, but he was in excellent spirits, his inner fire completely ignited.

Inside and outside the city.

The entire Qinghe Prefecture government was mobilized with astonishing efficiency.

Bags of grain were brought into the city gate and used to cook large pots of porridge.

The city's weapon shops and blacksmith shops built furnaces on-site and smelted tools for digging canals.

The apprentices and doctors of the pharmacy were on standby everywhere, brewing medicinal soups to ward off the cold and promote blood circulation.

In the river, the Qi Refining Realm expert who was protecting the prince held a blood-red broadsword high in his hand. With a burst of true energy, he slashed down with the sword!

boom!

With a loud explosion, a gap about two zhang deep and half a li long was blasted into the riverbed, and soil and rocks flew like rain.

Ren Qingshan's eyelids twitched slightly as he looked at Zhou Shiqian.

Amazing! — As a powerful expert in the Qi Refining Realm, he personally dug the river channel. How did you convince him, Your Highness?

"Who is this?"

Zhou Shiqian smiled and replied, "He is my Grand Tutor. His master's name is Jiang Rong, and he was once my father's disciple."

In the riverbed.

Jiang Rong was like a perpetual motion machine, or even a human explosive, single-handedly clearing a path and cutting through the river.

Behind him, Feng Zhenjiang offered a simple prayer to the river god, distributed the offerings to everyone, loudly assigned tasks, and then jumped into the riverbed to personally dig out the first shovelful of silt.

The soldiers, yamen runners, laborers, and refugees who followed immediately got to work with great enthusiasm.

dig!

Work will earn you a full meal!

Dig through this river, and the grain can be transported in!

Moreover, even powerful Qi experts who seem like gods descended to earth, and high-ranking prefects, are digging and digging!

Looking at all this, Ren Qingshan felt a surge of unspoken emotion.

Immediately, he thought of his 800,000 taels of silver.

"Your Highness, let's start with me in exchanging grain for martial arts supplies, so as to set an example for everyone."

"Could you exchange the 800,000 taels of silver and 100,000 catties of rice I brought for five-element spiritual items?"

Zhou Shiqian was slightly taken aback.

He looked at Ren Qingshan with some disbelief.

The change in style was too sudden, making it hard for him to adapt. He had been worrying about the country and its people since last night, but now he was scheming again.

A chill ran through him.

But all that could be heard was Ren Qingshan's faint voice.

"Don't look at me like that. Principles guarantee the bottom line, self-interest improves efficiency—didn't the Grand Tutor teach you these things?"

"If you can't even protect my interests, what businessman would dare to trust you completely and work for you?"

Zhou Shiqian's eyes showed contemplation. He took a deep breath, his expression somewhat solemn, but he cupped his hands towards Ren Qingshan, as if he had vaguely grasped something.

You're such a useless prince—what kind of naive and innocent girl are you?

The Great Zhou Dynasty perished.

Ren Qingshan continued to complain in his mind.

Otherwise, how could the other princes dance so enthusiastically!

Aside from being born into the right family, the crown prince is just an ordinary person in every other respect. He has a good character and is willing to listen to advice, but that is far from enough to be a good emperor.

Crimson Jade, Mysterious Heavy Water, Jianmu Seed, Taibai Gold, Yellow Spring Dust.

Ren Qingshan sat cross-legged in the room, with five spiritual items placed in front of him. These were the stock from Qinghe Prefecture. He didn't know how the Crown Prince had acquired them, but he had them anyway.

They're so stingy, yet they only give one copy.

Let's leave it at that for now; at least we can recover some losses.

Ren Qingshan enveloped it with his true energy, drawing it into his body one by one, and then circulated the "Innate Skill" to refine it.

The difficulty increases with each level of the Innate Refinement. The physical body merges with the Innate Spirit, transforming into something inhuman. This makes one more susceptible to injury, more prone to demonic possession, and even death.

Like in a ruthless game, crafting top-tier weapons is extremely easy to fail at.

It requires a large amount of Qi and blood to neutralize it.

The more abundant your Qi and blood, the higher your success rate.

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This was certainly not a problem for him. The 100,000 mu of land that Qinghe Prefecture had previously acquired had already been renamed. When the name was changed, Feng Zhenjiang's attitude was also surprised. He was educated again by Ren Qingshan using the same words he used to educate the Crown Prince. It was clear that he seemed unconvinced, but he still cooperated.

People like Ma De, having held official positions for a long time, are quite powerful. They either think that everyone in the world should risk their lives to follow them, or that the strong can crush everything—it's not that they lack wisdom, it's just that they are arrogant.

He shook his head and smiled.

He banished all distracting thoughts, allowing the green mountains to refine him with focused concentration, until his mind was completely clear.

The surging blood and energy continuously washed over the spiritual creature, gradually absorbing the spiritual essence of heaven and earth.

This is a transformation of the very essence of life!

A body of flesh and blood, gradually developing spirituality.

Beyond the innate level, one can already mobilize the energy of heaven and earth and transform it for one's own use.

The golden body is nearly immortal, with no flaws in its entire body, making it extremely difficult to die unless one reaches the end of their lifespan.

Both of these realms are based on the innate foundation. If one's innate foundation is insufficient, even if one is lucky enough to obtain the "Heaven and Earth's Essence", it is easy to be unable to withstand it.

A day and a half later.

Ren Qingshan opened his eyes, suddenly stood up, and sensed the powerful force within his body, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

The Four Innate Refinements!

It did indeed consume a lot of vital energy and blood, and nearly 50,000 units of earth energy were converted.

Their strength has increased by about 30% compared to before.

Other innate martial artists need a certain "cooling-off period" after each refinement of the five elements spiritual objects, allowing their bodies to adapt to the spirituality, replenish their qi and blood, until they reach their peak state—similar to a period of enlightenment.

however.

As for himself, he had no such worries at all. Without the time of wisdom, it was a method comparable to a fierce battle!

outside the city.

A long caravan wound its way in.

It was the seventh day since the river channel was being dug. The people of Qinghe Prefecture spread the news of the change in government orders through various means, and the situation immediately changed.

Under the protection of the guards, the caravan arrived at the city gate.

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Feng Zhenjiang, covered in mud, hurried over and asked curiously where they came from.

The reply came quickly; it was from an old friend of a constable in the yamen, who came without delay after receiving the letter.

Feng Zhenjiang's face twitched slightly, and a hint of anger rose in his heart: cunning subordinate, you dog, why didn't you come earlier, trying to play tricks on me!

However, remembering what Ren Qingshan had said, he forced himself to suppress his anger, forced a smile, and immediately ordered his men to count the grain and settle the accounts.

After the caravan left.

A few days later, caravans from all over the country received the news and immediately began to arrive one after another.

They first tested the waters with a small batch of grain. Seeing that payment was prompt, the news spread like ripples on water.

A few days later, caravans were arriving in an endless stream.

Zhou Shiqian had already spread the disaster relief methods throughout the drought-stricken prefectures in the north, and they were being implemented accordingly.

Feedback received from various regions indicates that the results have been remarkable.

The worry in his eyes gradually lessened, while his smile grew wider.

More than half a month has passed since Ren Qingshan arrived in Qinghe Prefecture.

Jiang Rong, a master of罡气 (罡气 is a type of internal energy), wields the divine weapon Crimson Blood Blade and battles the river day and night, single-handedly pushing across two hundred miles!

It was clear that he was extremely tired.

But he continued to slash like a tireless war god, one strike after another, as if he regarded the dried-up riverbed as his mortal enemy.

We will not stop until we have dug through and connected to the canal.

And on this day.

At the city gate, another caravan arrived, a grand procession stretching for miles.

Upon seeing the approaching figure from afar, Feng Zhenjiang immediately dropped his hoe and swiftly flew away.

"father!"

The leader, with his white hair, stood ramrod straight, his face weathered and his lips cracked, yet he exuded an imposing aura; he was none other than Feng Jingxian.

Beside him was Gongshu Ce.

During this period, inspired by His Highness the Crown Prince's personal letter, many retired officials did indeed come, bringing their own provisions, and they contributed a great deal of effort after arriving.

at this time.

Feng Zhenjiang kowtowed and bowed, hugging his father's legs, his eyes filled with joy, like a prodigal son returning home.

Feng Jingxian glared at his son, noticing that he was covered in mud and his official robes were filthy. A hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Tiger's eyes swept across the city and the river, seeing everything in order and teeming with life, the disaster victims working feverishly, hope seemingly budding amidst the ruins. He couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Where's Ren Qingshan! Tell him to get out here! That brat's letter got me all mobilized!"

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