Chapter 331: Winning with Effortless Effort

The common people looked around and laughed out loud at the miracle on the nearby branches.

One man couldn't help but sigh: "Oh my God! I knew that the little master was amazing. Fortunately, I moved to Daxia with my family. Haha, next year will definitely be a good year for harvest. Thank you, little master."

Another person said, "As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm. You made the decision early, and it's a good time to do it."

When the man heard someone talking, he immediately became interested in chatting, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes. Before, I envied Daxia's Spring Festival, because only Daxia's patients could be cured, so I sold all my family's belongings, donated a lot of silver to the Daxia government, and bought houses and fields before I successfully settled in Daxia. Hahaha, now it seems that I really made a profit. This time it's not just for curing diseases. Of course, I didn't say that the last Spring Festival was not good for curing diseases. This time it's also good for people like us who are already strong. I feel that my strength has increased a lot, and I can lift one or two people..."

The two Xia Guos beside him also said, "Haha, I also feel like I've become stronger!"

This is it. The scholar from Chu State looked down at his still powerless arms. He then looked at the bright flowers around him that were totally out of place in winter. Although he was shocked, he still said stubbornly, "It's impossible. It's a bit exaggerated. Why don't I feel any strength?"

The man who moved to Daxia with his family glanced at the scholar and said, "You are not from Daxia."

The scholar from Chu State was stunned.

The man enthusiastically explained, "It's normal that you haven't changed since you're not from Daxia. I cried and begged for spring rain to cure my illness before, but it didn't work. If you're not from Daxia, you can't enjoy the benefits. So later many people begged to join Daxia. But Daxia only allowed a small number of people to join."

The Chu State scholar was surprised: "Is it really that amazing?"

He didn't expect that his sigh would actually cause many Daxia people to respond, "It's really that amazing." Some foreigners who successfully joined Daxia also expressed their relief. Although they missed the Spring Festival, it was great to be able to catch up with the year-end blessings!

The scholars from Chu State were more shocked as they listened.

At this time, the person who had spoken to me before came over, made a money gesture with his hand, and then whispered: "It's very difficult to get a residence permit in Xia Country. I can help you with some money. Do you want it?"

The scholar from Chu State was also tempted, but still hesitant and reluctant to leave.

Until he saw his very weak friend suddenly picked up a full wine jar with both hands.

Scholars from Chu: ...

He suddenly avoided the familiar people around him, approached the man, and whispered, "Excuse me, what are the requirements for joining Daxia?"

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At this time, the altar in front of the palace.

The Chu spies who wanted to cause chaos, as well as the sorcerers of southern Xinjiang, knelt on the ground with the common people, their expressions becoming increasingly ugly.

At this time, a man with a blue face came up to the young man with an exotic look and whispered, "Holy Son, are you still going to launch an attack on General Wu Yi?"

The Holy Son of Wusu was staring at Yuanruan in the sky. After hearing this, he replied with interest: "Why? Do you regret it?"

The man shook his head repeatedly: "No, no." He was just afraid. Of course, he swallowed the words and continued, "Then, then let's start now?"

The Holy Son of Wulong nodded indifferently.

After a while, Wu Yi was still standing there without any movement.

The Holy Son of Wu Gu turned his head and asked, "Regret? Or are you afraid?"

The man's face turned green, and cold sweat broke out on his head: "No, I urged the insects, but, but General Wu Yi didn't react at all."

The Holy Son of Wu Su narrowed his eyes and said, "There is only one possibility. The Su insects were discovered and eliminated in advance."

The man's face turned even paler.

At this time, another man with a dark complexion, carefully avoided the devout Daxia people, knelt over and whispered: "Holy Son, these insects can't be controlled."

The Holy Son of the Witch Gu turned around and said, "Can't control it? Could it be that the Great Xia State Master can really control the Gu insects to attack their masters?"

"No, no. It's not a backlash. It's like these insects have entered the mating period." The man was anxious and tried to take a deep breath. "They started to kill each other and devour each other's bodies. It seems that they all want to mate in the best condition..."

The Holy Son of Wu Long frowned and took out a copper jar with incense.

Soon, centipedes, scorpions and other poisonous insects came out of the mouth, back and ears of the man who had just spoken, and quickly crawled into the incense copper jar. Soon, the man's expression, which had turned blue, calmed down.

The Holy Son of Witch-Slugs looked down at the copper jar and discovered that even in this top-grade incense, these insects were still fighting to the death.

The man with a pale face could not help but say, "Sir Saint, could that state teacher be the child of another Saintess from Southern Xinjiang who escaped? Only when the Saintess was refining the Ten Thousand Poisonous Guinea King could she mix the spices that would make the Guinea insects kill each other. Now the Guinea insects are killing each other. It really looks like a selection..."

"Shut up!" The face of the Holy Son of Wusu suddenly darkened.

The man seemed to have thought of something and immediately stopped talking.

The Holy Son of Wusong stared at the copper pot with a lavender fragrance in silence for a while. After a while, he looked at the faces of the Wusong masters in the southern border in front of him and found that each of them had broad purple stripes on their faces.

The Holy Son of Wulong was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he said slowly: "These insects are indeed competing for mates."

After a pause, the Holy Son of the Witch Lich said in a puzzled voice, "It's just a little strange. How come these insects are all in heat in the middle of winter... Never mind, it doesn't matter. Anyway, these insects are blindly competing for mates. Once there is only one left and it can't find a mate to mate with, it will commit suicide. Its venom is likely to kill the tribe members."

The man took a deep breath and said in panic: "Holy Son, we need to bring our people out quickly so that you can use the Holy King Insect Box to help draw the insects out of their bodies."

The Holy Son of Wu Long took another look at Yuan Ruan on the high platform, pinched the Golden Dragon King who was a little restless in his palm, and said "hmm".

The waiter whispered, "Sir, I will go look for my people now."

As he squeezed out, he wailed in his heart, how could such an outrageous thing happen! He was so excited to bring the insects here to wash away his shame, but before he even showed his face to the national teacher and started fighting, the people of Southern Xinjiang and the insects were about to be annihilated!

Is this Daxia blessed by God? ! It was too easy to win.

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