Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Things are actually very simple.

No wonder Zhang San family in Village A lost a farming cow. As a result, Zhang San went to Xingshi's house in Village B to find out if he was guilty. Li Fourth said that you would say yes if you yelled at the cow. Zhang San said that the cow had his own mark. Li Fourth told the villagers to beat Zhang San mess stick out, his nose was swollen and his face was swollen, and he broke a leg.

As a result, large-scale armoury fighting was triggered in Village A and Village B.

In poor, obstructed towns, such village-based fighting is common.

It is quite normal to fight for cattle, for water, for land, for daughter-in-law, or for centuries to settle the accumulated grievances of all kinds of old rotten valleys. Both sides put out their brains and damaged several lives.

However, Village A and Village B are just at the intersection of the two cultivating sects' spheres of influence, sheltered by different sects, even their villages have temples and shrines, serving different sects of cultivator Ying Ling, all day long incense and endless sacrifices!

When the villagers fight, they often like to invite all the mud and foetal idols in the temple, red and green, firecrackers and firecrackers, carried by several strong men, rush to the battle, indicating the Immortal Master's blessing, let them fly the flag to win.

Since it is an armored battle, it is inevitable that the mud idol of one of the "fairy masters” will be broken in a messy scene, and even deliberately defiled with black dog blood, women's pocketcloth and other filthy objects when the moon comes, is inevitable.

For the mountain on the defeated side of the armored battle, how can those who fix it be insulted by watching their fellow spirits being trampled across the street?

Speak out, a certain monk of a sect, how immense he is when he lives. After his death, the Spirit is so miserable, he can't even bless the believers on his side to win the war. Even he was broken by a bunch of mud legs across the street with a pot of black dog blood!

That's the word. Is this cultivation sect still used in the cultivation world?

It is necessary to start with farmers within the power of cultivating sects in the face of such things!

In the beginning, they will naturally not surrender and go to the opposite farmer's trouble, but go directly to the opposite sect!

Since the two sects have been bordering each other for hundreds of years, their friction has naturally continued. They have long forged unclear resentments, and there are various conflicts of interests. If the banner drums come to the door, will they show weakness?

This led to the death of more than twenty refiners and three foundational fires in two cultivation sects, and so began inexplicably.

Seems to be caused by a farming cow, but not for a cow, but for a sigh of breath, and for the purpose of fighting for an all-round living space.

According to Li Yao's later understanding, the folk of Daqian, as long as the ground is less crowded, highly developed and unable to expand into the surrounding mountain forests, the wind of the folk armor fight will follow.

Whether in rural areas, village-based, for cheap farmland, wells, irrigation, etc., or in towns, the interests of rowing, mining, private salt trading are often fought for and maintained by force.

Most of the fields in each village belong to a cultivation sect, and what kind of salt gang or rowing gang in the city, even if controlled by a martial arts club, is there still a cultivation sect behind it?

So, this kind of armored battle, eighty-nine out of ten, will be involved in cultivating sects, from the armored battle between ordinary people to cultivating sectarian fire, and even both sides will invite the sword fairy power of the three mountains and five mountains, and the battle will intensify, becoming a great battle spanning dozens and hundreds of sects.

As Li Yao saw with his own eyes this time, the two cultivation sects caught fire to cultivate a cow and, in fact, it was fine.

After all, in ancient times, cattle cultivation was an important asset of a village, and it was indeed worth fighting for in order to belong.

And Li Yao heard the most extreme example, in order to a bubble of shit, two small cultivation sects started a full war, and both sides constantly invited friendly sects to come to assist. The friendly sects also had brothers and sisters outside to open branch leaves, stand on their own doors, heard that their own people suffered losses, and also came to help with boxing.

So more and more forces joined, a war that lasted six months came down, nothing else to say, even Jindan died two!

One bucket of shit, two Golden Dan masters. That sounds ridiculous. This is ridiculous!

But Li Yao carefully analyzed it, but felt that it was an indestructible circle. All those trapped by the circle, from the ignorant farmer, to the high golden dan, could not escape.

The so-called "one bubble of shit” means that a farmer goes out with her child to take relatives, and on her way back, the child has a hung stomach and wants to take a shit.

In the era of so-called "fat water is not flowing out of people's fields”, shit is an important fertilizer, this place is far from home village, children say pull, farmers can not stop, so think of a way to wrap up the pulled shit with a few wide leaves, want to take it back to home field.

As a result, it was a farmer who flew out of a local village, pointing to her and saying that since all the shit had fallen to this land, it was naturally her village's property, she had to leave the shit behind!

The two farmers fought for a bubble of shit, which naturally resulted in the loss of the rural farmer. Not only did they not keep their own shit, they even had their hair ripped off.

Back home, crying and crying, two villages belonging to different cultivation sects, originally due to water sources, farm production and other reasons, a deep long-standing grudge, naturally a battle to break the dog's brain.

With just a few human lives, things can't be good. Farmers won't go to the Yamen to find some fucking Master Qingtian. Just carry the body of their own people, go outside the local cultivation sect's mountain gate, line up, howl and cry, kowtow like garlic, beg the Immortal protection.

Can the fairy master not bless?

Since cultivation sects are rooted in the native township, it depends more or less on the support of the township parents.

Everyone tends to your fields, gives your family a long labor shortage without money, builds you a temple, builds a shrine hall, you can't eat one roasted chicken for three years, but you keep offering it to your dead people every day. You've done this, you're more filial than your own mother and father, what else can you do?

The fairy master didn't scream for nothing, the temple wasn't repaired for nothing, and the roasted chicken wasn't eaten for the dead. There was no such thing as a deep mountain old forest. There weren't many demons to chop off, tiger wolves to remove. The days were comfortable enough. Now the townsfolks are having problems. If you don't help them, what kind of fairy are you? What kind of face do you have to eat chicken?

Besides, beating the dog depends on the master. It is your uncle's cousin who lies here, knowing that there is someone behind him, knowing that our village is covered by noblemen, and beating him to death alive across the street. Didn't you not see our sect in the slightest?

Otherwise, no one will ever say that this sect is generous and expensive, but will think that they are cowardly and weak!

“What sect can't even take back a bubble of shit? How can you stand in the realm of repair and rob those natural treasures, Phantom? ”

Though preposterous, in this era of cultivation sectarian surplus, scarcity of cultivation resources, sharp contradictions to the extreme, it makes perfect sense.

It's not a matter of bubble, it's a matter of deterrence.

The so-called deterrent consists of two parts.

First, to ensure that we have the ability to defend all interests, even if they are just a piece of shit.

Secondly, to convince everyone that our side is at any time determined to activate this capability if it is inconsistent!

Deterrent, demons and other sects are afraid of you. Your doorman will be safer and more convenient to break out, and all walks of life will deliver benefits to you in exchange for your protection. If others want to take food from you, they will have to do it again and again, evaluate your revenge, and there will be more scattered admiration coming to you, because you “can hold it"!

Without deterrence, you can't even protect a bucket of shit, "can't cover up”, then it's over, people are distracted, sects are not good enough to take, and no one will obey you when you go out. The demon monster will be the first to open your knife, and the industry and territory you control will be harassed by others for three days. Your disciples under the door will be ridiculed by three aunts and six mothers for three days, with no light on their faces, unstable hearts, even slapping their asses and walking away. Even the lowest peasants may escape to other sectarian spheres of power and become tenants of others!

Even more troublesome if things like this get out and make the court feel like you're a soft persimmon!

So the beginning is necessary.

Of course, the first disciples must have been at the lowest level of the gas refining period. Perhaps both sides will also set rules, fight each other, "point to the end”, and try to solve the problem by more peaceful means.

However, the fixer eats half a cow at a time, punches a tiger and kills him. It's really time to bite his teeth off, “till the point” or something, how can you do it every time?

In case of bad luck, kill some disciples. Can't you be a master? If not, how can you be in the real world?

And of course, the master also has the master, the master and all kinds of siblings, beating the little, coming old, beating the gas, coming to build the foundation, beating the foundation, coming to Jindan.

That's the root of "one bucket of shit kills two golden dans."

Ultimately, "shit" is just the trigger line, the key is the resources, which are dwindling and depleting, not enough to support so many practitioners!

Li Yao only wanted to laugh when he first heard the story.

But it was a profound sadness to learn more about it.

He had long known that, in ancient times, cultivating sectarian relations was never as harmonious as modern cultivation civilization, and that fighting each other to compete for celestial treasures, extinct divinity, and even "killing for treasure" were common.

It is no surprise that these cruel stories, in the various novels, games and works of art of the Federation of Stars and Glows, have already performed.

But it never occurred to me that the ancient world of cultivation in an era of depletion of resources could be so cruel that every sect, in order to maintain its own deterrent power, any trivial thing would become Mars of the Great War!