My imagination has come true

The monster like a hill collapsed.

Chen Yi stretched out her hand and grabbed the wrist of her precious junior sister, and the two of them did not move, allowing themselves to fall into the muddy blood with a thud.

Mu Qingyun tried to make his breathing quieter, and moaned: "Go back and take a shower."

The system interface seemed to be finally over, beeping non-stop.

Countless subtitles flashed on the interface.

[Hidden task: clear monster 1, random attribute point +1]

[Story progress: 70.00%.Stage rewards: [-] pairs of Baiyunmen medicated bath packs, [-] catties of various medicinal materials. 】

Before that, in this world, she didn't show the task progress at all, and she didn't even know that it also had task progress.

The system was as quiet as if it didn't exist, except that it dutifully made her feel the power of heaven's rewards when she was practicing martial arts hard.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing. Baiyunmen's medicated bath pack is a good thing. Now she uses this kind of medicated bath pack every day. She has read the recipe. Most of the medicinal materials are very common, but some of the medicinal bath packs used , like tiger bones, bear gall, and tortoiseshell, are deadly.

There is also a medicine 'Kongqing', which has already been tried and become extinct.

If she wanted to make such a medicinal bath pack in future generations, every pair would be even more difficult.

She likes this reward very much, and it is not hot for her to hold it. After all, it is the result of her hard work and hard work.

Mu Qingyun exhaled, remained silent for a moment, and recounted every step in his mind just now.

Killing this monster, every step is not a fluke.

It’s like walking a dog with a sword array, no, fishing, uh, walking it like a bullfight, a group of twenty or so disciples, round after round, back and forth, over and over again.

The most terrifying thing about this is the erosion of confidence.

No matter how you hit it, the monster seemed to be there, it was so huge that it couldn't be hit at all.

No one knows when they will succeed, or they will finally be unable to bear it and become delicacies in the mouths of monsters.

With all his patience and confidence, Mu Qingyun didn't know if he could succeed. After working hard all day and all night, he finally killed it before dawn.

Several disciples of the historian, either sitting or standing, stood beside the monster and wrote quickly.

From time to time, there was the sound of horseshoes, and the historian's unique black cloak could be seen flying in the air.

In the beginning, it was their disciples from the Yuncheng Martial Arts Academy and other warriors who carried out news transmission and lectures spontaneously. Later, the disciples of the historians naturally took over such work.

Inside and outside the city, galloping on horses, they are everywhere.

It seems that seeing these people are still running around, people's hearts can be at ease.

Only when Mu Qingyun arrived in this era did he realize that there are actually so many disciples of the historian at this time, and the historian has penetrated into every aspect of this era.

There are so many of them, and so many historical materials have been written, it is a pity that most of them cannot be handed down to future generations.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi sat on the stone steps and rested for a long while before leading people to deal with the monsters.

Monsters, if left for a long time, will pollute the water and soil. After a long time, not a single blade of grass will grow, and the creatures living on this land, whether they are humans or livestock, will have physical problems.

In the early years, people did not know the habits of monsters, and many people were victimized by it.

The sky was bright, and the wind blew light rain.

The common people worked tirelessly and came to help. The monsters were transported to the incinerator on the edge of the city, the ground was dug three feet, and the blood-stained soil was also stuffed into the incinerator and burned.

A group of warriors came to wash the ground again.

Mu Qingyun looked at the scene where the warriors washed the ground, and he refused in his heart.

A leather mattress is spread on the ground, some have rabbit skins, some have wolf skins, and warriors either lie down or lie on their stomachs on the mattress, skating back and forth like ice skating, condensing the internal energy of the whole body, constantly hitting the ground.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

It's okay to be a little tired, just practice hard, but with this posture, this movement, there are a bunch of historians squatting next to them writing.

Mu Qingyun couldn't hold back his forehead and murmured: "The information of the historians has not been handed down much. Could it be that the warriors, cough cough, kill people and burn books?"

She has been in contact with historians for a long time, and found that they are all stubborn, relying on their light skills, they follow everywhere, dare to write about everything, and shout at every turn to record everything in the world absolutely and objectively.

The problem is, there are always some people, some things, who simply don't want to be remembered, let alone handed down to future generations.

Mu Qingyun didn't have the nerve to say that he didn't want to wash the floor. While working, he thought of seven or eight ideas to shut up the little bastards in the Shijia.

Among them was a particularly brutal one.

The sun was high, the dark clouds cleared, the drizzle stopped, and the trees beside the road seemed to be a little cleaner.

Historians spread the latest news from all over the world. Generally speaking, this small wave of monsters was temporarily suppressed.

The monsters have been wiped out everywhere, leaving only the work of washing the ground with a long stream of water.

To say that this monster is not easy to kill, it requires desperate efforts, and it is extremely dangerous, but the follow-up cleaning is more important.

In the early years, everyone did not know that after a wave of residual poison was not cleaned up, the number of people who died later was several times higher than that at that time, and for several years, new monsters appeared from time to time where the monsters died. Really exhausted, very difficult.

People in the imperial court and many martial arts masters studied it carefully, and only then did they figure out the reason. The warriors from all over the place have been exhausted for more than a year, and finally wiped out the residual poison.

Mu Qingyun stretched his waist and retreated to the east wall of the city with the flow of people.

All kinds of wooden sheds have been set up in the empty field, and the people, old and young, are all crowded inside.

Although it is said that the crisis in Yuncheng has been resolved, the government has not issued an order, and no one dares to leave.

"Qingqing, here it is."

Chen Yi yawned, stretched her two long legs, reached out and took out a small box of jasmine powder and handed it over, "Give it a little bit of jasmine powder, it smells delicious."

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and looked at his face with the soup bowl in his hand. There was only a vague shadow, and he couldn't see clearly.

But the tiredness drilled from the bone to the outside, thinking about it, his face was not good-looking.

Even Chen Yi's hair at the temples seemed a little gray and listless.

Mu Qingyun laughed, and reached out to take it: "When did senior sister buy this?"

They usually don't wear powder.

Chen Yi put a lot of skin care products in the Wuguan, such as oils, creams, etc., and kept them for several years, and finally they all went into the trash can.

"Now, there's a baby crying over there."

Mu Qingyun looked at Chen Yi's hand, and sure enough, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl with a flower basket in her hand, hiding beside her grandma and secretly looking this way.

"This kid sells incense powder for others. He didn't dare to throw away the basket just now when he ran for his life. If the incense powder can't be sold, the grandma at home has no medicine to take. It's pitiful."