In the middle of the Panxi world, the boundless plains are longitudinal and horizontal, and the neat street trees cut the earth like a chessboard, and the villages are chess pieces, scattered and dotted between the chessboards.
Under a tall green mountain, hundreds of fire kilns were smoky to the sky, and many fire tribe natives surrounded the fire kiln, chanting words in their mouths, and controlling the raging fire in the fire kiln with a calm demeanor.
A crystal clear river meanders beside the green mountains, and by the river stand well-dressed Shui tribesmen, who hold staff made of large fish bones, and control the river to constantly set off whirlpools.
The clumps of viscous mud were wrapped in swirls, swirling and thinly scooping, and the gravel impurities were filtered out, leaving only the finest clay clumps.
Eventually, the cleanly washed clay was sent to a flat stone slab by the river, where many Tu people gathered to take the clay balls from the Shui Tribe, and cast their own racial talent spells to control the mud to twist and change into various exquisite utensils.
Because the Tu people's control of the soil has reached the realm of supernatural perfection, so these utensils are exquisite and abnormal, such as those tea cups and wine cups and other small devices are as thin as cicada wings, placed in the sun can almost be seen on the other side of the river, in the farmland, the Tu people cast spells, the mud in the field rolls, all the eggs of pests are strangled, all the wild grasses are pulled out of the tumbling mud, and are sent far away to the ridges of the fields to accumulate.
The young seedlings of various crops in the fields are crisp and bright, glowing with a delightful green light in the sun.
Kneeling and begging for a hundred Du Yan Yan Song Many Mu tribesmen stood on the ridge of the field, holding staff made of various spiritual woods and chanting incantations in a low voice, a large green halo spread out from their bodies, and the green light shrouded the ground, and these crops and seedlings grew rapidly.
The rhizomes become stronger, the leaves become more fat, and a touch of intoxicating green almost drips out of the sprouts.
Suddenly, a cheer rose to the sky, and a few cooled kilns under the green mountains were opened, and a large number of snow-white jade-crystal clear porcelain were carefully taken out.
These exquisite porcelain have never appeared in the Panxi world in the past, although the original Tu people can also burn kilns, but they only fired simple clay ware, such exquisite porcelain with their technology and fire skills, it is impossible to fire successfully.
Whether it is the fire tribe that controls fire, the water tribe that digs for soil, or the soil tribe that makes utensils blanks, people of all ethnic groups gather together, and they are happy to have some exquisite porcelain with the smell of fireworks, and their eyes are narrowed into a line with a smile.
The people of all ethnic groups are working to the best of their ability, and in the spacious school fields between the villages, large groups of elite Jin people mixed with some other ethnic groups are forming a neat line to advance and retreat in an orderly manner.
A large number of heavily armored Terran warriors mingled among the native warriors, telling them how to retreat, how to cooperate, how to form a killing array with spears and short swords, and how to echo between crossbowmen and spear machetes.
At a glance, there are more than 100,000 such villages on the vast and boundless plain, and countless indigenous warriors are sweating and training on the school grounds, and there is already a faint elite aura on them.
In the middle of a city that had just been built, and the mud on the city walls had not yet been completely dried, in a square large enough to accommodate a gathering of 100,000 people, countless indigenous teenagers and children knelt respectfully on straw mats, and in front of each of them was a small table with pens, ink, paper, and inkstones.
In the middle of the square is a small platform only three feet high, on which a simple reed shed is erected, under which Xi Wenming sits and holds a scroll, solemnly preaching to these indigenous children.
"Therefore, whether it is gold, wood, water, fire, earth, or even thunder, lightning, poison, wind and air, they are all of the same bloodline, and they are the people of this heaven and earth."
"Therefore, you are all brothers, of the same root and origin, regardless of their own tribal attributes, they are flesh and blood.
Therefore, they should not fight, they should not fight, they should work together to reproduce the strong civilization of the race.
"So, I'll teach you today, what is filial piety, what is friendship, what is filial piety," Ji Wenming sat under the reed shed, he didn't cast any magical spells, but there was a thick yellow cloud rolling above his head.
The yellow cloud is more than 100 acres in size, just suspended above the reed shed, and a gentle and warm breath continues to gush out from the yellow cloud.
But as long as a young man really understood the truth expounded by Ji Wenming, there was a faint trace of yellow gas hanging down in the sky, constantly pouring into this cloud of yellow clouds.
When a fire kiln under the green mountain in the distance was opened, and a large number of exquisite porcelain were taken out, the yellow gas of the thickness of the water tank continued to hang down When in a workshop in the distance, the people of the Fire Clan and the Jin Clan joined hands to forge a fine armor, which was far more sophisticated than the armor they had forged before, and when the yellow gas of the thickness of the water tank was surging When not far away, the Mu tribe and the Shui tribe joined forces to help a group of cattle deliver the baby, and dozens of live livestock calves came to this world with a happy cry.
More yellow qi rolled over Ji Wenming smiled faintly, he was still fighting frantically a few months ago, but he used strong force to deter and quell the fight, and then conquered the natives with great personality charm, only felt a burst of happiness in his heart.
He didn't come to this world to plunder and kill like Gonggong Wuwu, he just relied on his heart to calm the fight, and taught these natives some principles of how to behave in the world, so that they could eliminate the hatred between various tribes for countless years.
And his indoctrination skills have also been recognized by this side of heaven and earth, and the merits of heaven and earth continue to fall, allowing Ji Wenming to get countless benefits out of thin air.
In the distance, Hua Xulie and Lieshan Xuwen ordered the rolling yellow clouds above their heads, and their faces were full of puzzlement and shock.
"It's strange, such benefits have made Ji Wen's life."
"Well, he's the only one who has that patience.
Don't forget that when we first came, these natives were commanded by their Holy Spirit to kill us demons from outside the world.
"I really want to be a master of this world, we are here, isn't it just to be a teacher" The two glanced at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Holding the scroll in his hand, Xi Wenming taught the scriptures to the indigenous children present very seriously.
His eyes were firm and gentle, with a penetrating light of wisdom.
To be continued
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