"Yes, my child knows!" Ziming stood up lightly, took the Soul-falling Lamp, then stretched his hand, took out a storage bag from his arms, and after opening it, he grabbed a handful of millet from the inside, and said, "Good Master Wu knows that this is the millet sent by the great god Houtu to the sea of ​​未分类, which is completely different from the original millet in Mengshan! Not only is it not afraid of drought, it also grows very fast and can be sown and harvested many times a year!"

"How is that possible?" The veteran witch of Xuanming Village waved his hand, and several millets fell into his hands. After waiting carefully, he still couldn't believe it, "This is just ordinary millet. I recognize it clearly. I have studied it carefully for the millet!"

"Wait for a moment!" Ziming said with a smile, "The effect of this millet... has been tested by Hong Dizhai, a subordinate of Shebizhai. Please explain it to all Wu Dizhai."

While speaking, the old Wu of Hongdizhai walked out of the crowd in panic. He was just one of the 360 ​​Wu of Shebizhai. His status was extremely low. In general, he had fewer opportunities to see Shebizhai Wu of the village, let alone the big Wu of the twelve main villages.

"I've seen all the great witches!" The witches of Hongdizhai, who had not even given their names when he saw Xiao Mao, finally reported their names and saluted the twelve great witches.

"You doll, there are so many common etiquettes! Tell me quickly... Is this millet really as Ziming said?" The old Wu of Xuanming Village waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes, I'm the old wizard!" said the old wizard in Hongdizhai. "I have planted it twice, and each time I harvested a lot of millet. Not only is the harvest 30% more than before, but the harvested millet can also resist drought and ripen prematurely!"

"Hahaha~" Seeing that someone had tried it, the other ten old witches all showed ecstasy on their faces! Only the old old witches in Shebizhai had a little gloomy face.

"Huh? Ziming, are you... storage bags?" The old Wu, who had three arms and a square scarf, looked hidden behind him, saw the storage bags in Ziming's hand. He was suddenly stunned.

"The great wizard of good sects knows that this is exactly the case." Ziming said with a smile, "How can I, the people of Mengshan, go to the sea of ​​Ching easily? This was sent by the Taoist monk under the guidance of the great god Houtu!"

"Cultivators of the Dao Sect?" Everyone in the ancestral temple focused their attention on Xiao Hua and others. At this time, they also understood why there were several cultivators of the Dao Sect in the ancestral temple of Houtuzhai.

"Young Master Xiao, please come here!" Zi Ming's clear voice sounded.

As Xiao Mao decomposed, seeing that everyone was looking at this place and Ziming greeted him again, Xiao Hua knew that it was time for him to come on stage.

So, Xiao Hua nodded at Xiao Mao, led by Xiao Mao and walked out of the crowd of old Wushu and came to the front of the statue of the Great God of Houtu.

Mr. Wu from Hong Dizhai was also in front of him. When he saw Xiao Mao walking past him, his face turned red. He wanted to open his mouth to call him, but he was a little afraid. Xiao Mao didn't know what he was thinking, so he nodded slightly at him, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth. This smile made Mr. Wu from Hong Dizhai let go of his heart.

"My younger generation, Xiao Hua, the Emperor of Thunder Sect of Xiguo, have met you all seniors!" Xiao Hua took the lead in politely. Xiao Mao and others also followed suit.

"Well!" Many old witches nodded slightly and didn't pay much attention to it. Old Wu from Xuanming Village asked in the words of the Daozong in disbelief, "Did you find this millet?"

"It was found by Xiao Mao, the junior brother of Xiao Mao, who was in charge of Xiao! " Xiao Hua corrected.

"Where did you find it?"

"Of course it's a sea of ​​tide?" Xiao Hua said with a smile, "It's just that it's a deserted island. When I encounter storms with my junior brother, I'm afraid it's not easy if I look for it now!"

"Why are you waiting for me to do it?"

"I've come to experience it!" Xiao Hua was still neither arrogant nor humble. "But I didn't expect... he came to send millet to the people of Mengshan under the arrangement of the great god Houtu!"

"Fresh and jealous. I come to Mengshan for the Great God of Houtu to send millet seeds, that is the envoy of the Great God of Houtu!" The old Wu of Shebizhai said coldly, "But when will this monk of this Taoist sect become the envoy of the Great God of Mengshan?"

"Zhemin~" The Wu Lao of Houtuzhai also changed his face in a rare change and said lightly, "I only said that Xiao Hua sent millet seeds. But I never said that he was the envoy of my master Houtu! I think that millet seeds are far away in the sea of ​​​​the sea, and I, the people of Mengshan, have rarely gone there. The master Houtu sent the monks from the Taoist sect here. What's wrong with this? Besides, even if the master Houtu sent Xiao Hua as the envoy, I wouldn't doubt it!"

"Oh?" Before the words of Mr. Wu from Shebizhai, another young Mr. Wu also said strangely, "How do you say this?"

"My elders Wu must know the holy beast from the sky that came from my Houtu Village decades ago?" Wu elders Wu from Houtu Village said lightly.

"Oh, what about... what about the holy beasts in your Houtu Village?" Many old witches remembered at this time, and they were looking at the desk in front of the statue of the Great God of Houtu.

"That holy beast is Xiao Hua's soul beast!" said the old Wu of Houtu Village, "Xiao Hua came here to practice to find his soul beast. Tell me, if it weren't for the great god Houtu sent him over, why did his soul beast come to Houtu Village in my Mengshan earlier?"

After hearing from Mr. Wu, Xiao Hua took out Xiao Hei, and Xiao Hei obediently lie in his hands, his eyes were blurred!

"Silk~" Many great wizards in the witch village took a breath. They had seen Xiao Hei and knew that Xiao Hei was definitely not an ordinary soul beast. And such a strange thing was actually in Xiao Hua's hands, and he was so intimate with him. Even if Xiao Hua was the envoy of the Great God Houtu, who could refute it? Several wizards showed thoughtful expressions in their eyes.

"Of course, Xiao Hua is a cultivator of the Dao Sect. He never said that he was the envoy of the Great God Houtu. He came here just to take away his soul beast, leave the millet entrusted by the Great God Houtu to him, and help me the people of Mengshan to overcome the difficulties! That's all!!" The old Wu of Houtu Village looked at everyone and added.

"Isn't it worth the price of my Xuanming Village?" asked the old Wu of Xuanming Village.

Xiao Hua smiled and said first without waiting for the Wu Lao of Houtu Village to answer: "No cost is necessary! This millet seed was given to the people of Mengshan by the great master Houtu, not by Xiao and others himself. Why should the price be taken?"

"Okay!" The old Wu of Xuanming Village nodded, turned to the old Wu of Houtu Village again, "Jiangji, Xiao Hua said so, I'm not polite! But there is so little grain of grain, I'm afraid it's hard to assign!"

"No need to worry about this!" The old Wu of Houtuzhai smiled and said, "Since it was sent by my master Houtu, why are you thinking so well?"

"Hehe" Ziming also smiled, stretched out his hand, and took out five storage bags from his arms one after another.

"So much?" The old Wu of Xuanming Village flashed with joy.

"I still have it here!" Ji Man from Houtuzhai also came over and took out six more storage bags.

Wu Lao from Houtu Village smiled and said, "The Master Houtu brought twelve storage bags, and my twelve main villages are all one! Although there are no other Wu Villages in Wumeng, my twelve main villages will first distribute these millet seeds, and after a year or two, it will be distributed to Wumeng!"

"Okay!" The old witches were all overjoyed and their eyes fell on the storage bag.

"My old Wu from Houtu Village and Shebi Village are here, so I will stay carefully assigned. Other old Wushou can take a storage bag and go back to distribute it themselves!" Ji Man said with a smile beside him.

The Wu Lao was not polite after hearing this. He grabbed one of his hands and took one of them. They opened the storage bag and looked at it, with a look of satisfaction in their eyes. After all, Xiao Hua left a lot of millet in this storage bag. Although it could not solve all the disasters in Mengshan in one go, there was absolutely no problem within five or six years. In the eyes of these great Wu Lao Lao, it was just a blink of an eye.

"I'm frugal and jealous, thank you for this time!" said a blue-faced old Wu, "My people in Rushou Village remember the kindness of Houtu Village."

"Don't say that he is so fond!" The old Wu of Houtuzhai smiled, "All of them are descendants of the twelve great gods, and we should support each other. If we really want to thank you, we can thank the two friends from the Dao Sect. They turned out that I, Mengshan, have suffered a lot in the sword domain!"

Xiao Hua originally wanted to smile and give in modesty, but unfortunately, after Mr. Wu glanced at him and Xiao Mao, he nodded slightly. Although there was no arrogance on his face and no contempt in his eyes, it was obvious that he and others were not much in the eyes of these great witches!

"Since that's the case, I have to take a step first!" The blue-looking veteran Wu looked away from Xiao Hua and Xiao Mao, nodded at the Wu of Houtuzhai, and said lightly.

There was a hint of helplessness in the eyes of Wu Lao from Houtu Village. He valued Xiao Hua very much, but he could not ask the other eleven Wu Lao from Wu Village to have a similar view as he did. His identity may not be much worse than his, and he could not force it.

"Okay..." The old Wu of Houtuzhai nodded and smiled, "Mengshan is now full of mourning. You can make plans if you take a step earlier..."

"Slow~" At this moment, the old Wu of Shebizhai spoke out strangely and said lightly, "Fresh and vicious. Some things should be said in front of all the old Wus. While they are all here now, you can tell him something!"

As he said that, Old Wu from Shebizhai looked like lightning, looked at Xiao Mao, and even pointed his hand.

"Zhemin, these are the affairs of your Shebizhai and Houtuzhai, and you have nothing to do with us!" The tall Xuanming Village Old Wu smiled, "You'd better wait for yourself to solve it!"

In fact, when Ziming pointed out that the Wu Lao of Hongdizhai was a little enlightened. If Houtu Village tried these millet seeds, it would be necessary to choose the Wu Zhai under Houtu Village. It was impossible to find the Wu Zhai under Shebizhai. Moreover, Wu Zhai had never entered the ancestral temple of Houtu Village and attacked Xiao Hua. There must be some strange things. These Wu Zhai did not want to get involved in the conflict between the two villages.

ps: Today's third update
Chapter completed!