The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1150 Dragon Pattern Rice Field

Yun He rode on the Jiao Ma, holding the whip and pointing to the hillside, saying: "This morning, someone found a team of about 300 bear monsters entering the mountain from here. What we have to do today is to catch them in the mountain and kill them all!"

Most people just felt strange, but did not think deeply, but most of the scholars with literary status fell into deep thought, realizing that this matter was not simple.

Fang Yun looked at Yun Hu and Yun Ao, who knew the inside story, and neither of them showed surprise.

Yun He's friend Kang Xingzhi, an old Jinshi, looked at Yun He, hesitant to speak.

None of the three Jinshi spoke, and the others did not dare to say anything more, and followed Yun He to move forward.

Ordinary horses find it difficult to move forward on such a slope, but for Jiao Ma, as long as the slope does not exceed 60 degrees, it is easy to walk.

The 1,200-man monster hunting team entered Fushan along the slope.

When the team disappeared on the slope, a pitch-black crow flew silently in the blood-red mist in the west.

In the mist in the east, an eagle demon soldier appeared and quickly disappeared.

The body of Fushan Mountain was pitch black, but the plants were all slightly red.

Fang Yun's eyes had a red light disguised as talent. After entering Fushan Mountain, he felt more and more uncomfortable with this scenery.

However, the moment he stepped on the pitch-black Fushan Mountain, Fang Yun felt that the Panlong in the Wen Palace seemed to open his eyes, but quickly closed them again.

"Could it be..."

Fang Yun's eyes flashed with joy.

Everyone continued on their way.

The signs on the map were very clear. Since some of Yun Jie's companions had learned arithmetic, and Yun Jie was also a person in the first realm of painting, as long as he remembered the map, he could easily find the road.

The mountain road was rugged and it was difficult to move forward. At noon, everyone had just crossed a mountain.

At lunch break, everyone quietly took out dry food and ate, and most people were thinking.

The demon hunting team was particularly silent.

Fang Yun ate the dry food that the Yun family had prepared long ago, two thin noodles wrapped in sweet paste, half a pound of braised beef, a piece of pickled vegetables, and a red-heart egg.

While eating, Fang Yun took a look at the dry food of ordinary soldiers. They held coarse noodles with red in the black in their left hands and black pickled vegetables in their right hands. Each of them had a piece of pickled meat weighing less than half a tael.

After eating, the scholar who was studying the power of the peasant family performed "Spring Breeze and Drizzle" in a small area to let everyone drink clean water.

After resting for two quarters of an hour, the team set off again.

On the third day of entering the valley, that is, the morning of November 20, the demon hunting team finally found a group of demons.

Everyone was stunned.

Fang Yun rode on a dragon horse, his eyes were a little straight, and he thought to himself that he didn't expect to really encounter a demon, but these demons were a little different from what he imagined.

There were more than 30 demons in front, and the strongest one was only a wolf demon general, and there were seven demon soldiers, and the rest were demon people.

Unlike the fat and strong monsters, these more than 30 monsters were very thin and each of them was very old.

It took Fang Yun a while to realize that there were no bear monsters among these monsters. They should have been abandoned by the tribe and left to fend for themselves. Unless they could find the sacred objects in Fushan Mountain, they could only find food in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Leave four alive for questioning, and kill the rest of the monsters!"

After Yun He finished speaking, everyone immediately launched an attack.

Fang Yun did not use verbal attacks, but only used war poems that were also found in the Holy Temple of Xuemang Ancient Land to attack.

After a while, the battle was won.

Yun He personally interrogated these monsters and did not find any valuable information. He only knew that they were indeed monsters abandoned by the tribe. Unless they could find the Holy Blood Jade in Fushan Mountain, they could only die in Fushan Mountain.

After Yun He confirmed it, he killed the last monsters and the monster hunting team continued on the road.

The demon race does not need light iron or four-horned antelopes, and even the demand for dragon-patterned rice is not high. It is only regarded as an ordinary rare divine object. However, the blood jade that can make dragon-patterned rice grow is one of the most desired divine objects for the demon race.

The blood jade mentioned by the people of the Blood Mang Ancient Land is named "Holy Blood Jade" by the demon race. This is to distinguish it from ordinary blood jade. After all, in the Shengyuan Continent or the demon world, blood-colored jade is called blood jade, and jade condensed from blood is also called blood jade.

The saints of the human race eat dragon-patterned rice, while the saints of the demons rely on holy blood jade to sort out their qi and blood.

It is said that holy blood jade is a magical object formed by the blood of the saints buried in the soil and undergoing changes for hundreds of thousands of years under special conditions.

Even if the blood of ordinary saints is left for many years, it cannot form holy blood jade.

Currently, there are only two places that produce holy blood jade, one is the Blood Mang Ancient Land, and the other is the legendary Burial Valley of Saints.

It just so happens that these two places are difficult for both the demon race and the human race to enter, especially the Burial Valley. Once a hundred years have passed, the wills of the saints are rampant, the invincible saint bodies are rampant, and the terrifying power is enough to destroy the starry sky. It is good to be able to come out alive, and no one is picky.

In the Blood Mang Ancient Land, there is a city called "Black Stone". The city wall is made of black stone from Fushan. The most famous place in this city is that there is a piece of the only holy heart blood jade in the Blood Mang Ancient Land!

In that piece of holy blood jade, there is a heart of a demon race semi-saint!

Just that piece of holy heart blood jade can plant ten acres of dragon pattern rice fields, and after more than three hundred years, there has been no change.

Dragon pattern rice is harvested once every five years, and one acre can produce 500 kilograms. Having a piece of holy heart blood jade means that an average of 1,000 kilograms of dragon pattern rice can be obtained every year.

A semi-saint of the human race can only eat 500 kilograms of dragon pattern rice a year.

The dragon-patterned rice planted in the cities of the Blood Mang Ancient Land and obtained in the wild can produce an average of more than 30,000 kilograms per year. One third of it will be traded to the Holy Academy. The other 20,000 kilograms are averaged out, and each family of the Grand Scholar can only get more than 300 kilograms per year.

In the Blood Mang Ancient Land, only the families that eat dragon-patterned rice can continue to produce Hanlin or Grand Scholars.

Fang Yun turned his head to look at the corpses of the monsters, sat on the Jiao horse and continued to move forward, thinking about the dragon-patterned rice field not far away. As long as he got it, he would live quietly in Juyun City or in the rear city for three months. When the time is up, the Holy Academy will pick him up and leave.

The group walked for another five hours, passing through a dangerous and narrow mountain road, turning around, and saw a different hillside.

On the dark Fu Mountain, most of the plants are red, brown or gray-brown, but on the gentle slope in front, there are two-foot-high plants standing upright, like carved jade, with white jade trunks and two rows of light green leaves rising upwards. At the top of the leaves and trunk, a rice ear hangs down.

The rice ear is five inches long, and the rice is wrapped in a golden shell, with distinct grains.

"Dragon-patterned rice!" someone exclaimed.

"It's a dragon-patterned rice field! It must be!"

"Oh my God..."

Yun He, Yun Hu, Yun Ao and Fang Yun smiled.

Kang Xingzhi was stunned for a long time before he turned his head to look at Yun He, and said helplessly: "Old Yun, you are so tight-lipped! Even a moment ago, I would not have thought that you came here for this dragon-patterned rice field!"

Yun He smiled, but then the smile disappeared. Looking at the dragon-patterned rice field in front of him, he slowly said: "This is what my son Yun Jie left for me to live in. Half of it belongs to Yun Fang, half of the other half belongs to the Yun family, and the rest, I will use to recruit soldiers and hunt down the bear monster to avenge my son!"

Yun Hu and Yun Ao looked at each other, Yun Ao's eyes were fierce, and Yun Hu showed helplessness, but then nodded.

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