I have a clone in the world of monsters and beasts

The warm spring breeze blew through the hazy mountain stream, blowing away the thin morning mist.

buzzing-

In the pouring warm sunshine, a golden bean-like industrious bee emerged from the beehive, vibrated its wings as thin as cicada wings, bathed in the sunshine, and pounced into the flowers.

The soft and delicate fragrance lingers in the valley, bursting out the refreshing breath of spring.

Suddenly, among the vibrant flowers, a fist-sized wasp with circles of black stripes around its body flew quickly. The strong wind brought by the bee's wings crushed the flower bones and bent the grass, and the morning mist and dewdrops splashed everywhere.

puff! !

A water arrow suddenly shot out, piercing the speeding wasp, and its broken wings slowly fell down.

"It's just spring and the black-ringed wasps are here."

As the grass half a man tall was swaying, a young man wearing thick linen clothes and carrying a bamboo box walked out with a frown on his back.

The young man has a high and straight nose bridge, shallow eye sockets, regular facial features, a clear and gentle voice, and his steps are not slow at all.

Carefully picking up the black-ringed wasp that was still twitching on the ground, Yun He's expression became more solemn as he looked at its size and the distinctive yellow and black lines on its body.

"This group of black-ringed wasps has not been frozen to death in one winter. Now we are really in trouble."

The worker bee in his hand has a full abdomen, rippling lines, and powerful wings. It is obvious at a glance that it is very dangerous and aggressive.

Black-ringed wasps are a very dangerous bee species that feed on meat, weak bees, and honey.

Even the queen bee of the Black-ringed Wasp is a real monster, possessing the ability to control the entire Black-ringed Wasp swarm.

Once a black-ringed wasp worker bee is found, it means that there must be a black-ringed wasp hive nearby, with a queen bee living in it.

This is nothing short of a disaster for beekeepers like Yun He who make a living by raising bees to extract spiritual honey.

He first discovered the black-ringed wasp at the end of last fall, which caused considerable damage to his bees and resulted in a loss of honey harvest.

I thought that after one winter, the damn group of black-ringed wasps would at least be greatly reduced in size, if not all frozen to death.

But now it seems that the bee colony may not have suffered much losses, but has actually developed better.

Looking at the dozens of bees searching for honey among the bushes, Yun He felt helpless.

A spirit bee of his size would be destroyed soon, right?

Not to mention the shortage of spiritual honey by then, whether he can survive the next cold winter is a question.

"We have to find a way to get rid of this swarm of black-ringed wasps."

The warm spring sunshine shone on his body, but Yun He felt a hint of coolness.

I couldn't help but shudder.

With his cultivation at the second level of Qi Refining Stage, how can he deal with the Black-ringed Wasp Queen who is at least a first-order monster?

Not to mention the queen bee, he might not be able to handle a few more ordinary black-ringed wasps.

"Cultivation as an immortal is so difficult."

Thoughts were rushing through my mind, and I couldn't help but miss my previous life.

Yunhe is a time traveler.

Half a year ago, he was a social worker in his late thirties who was working hard to get a mortgage. He didn't dare to find a partner or have too many social interactions.

Did he think that no matter how bad life was, it could be worse than what he was at that time?

Until an accident brought him to this world inexplicably.

This world is full of immortal cultivators.

Here, some people can fly across the sky, some can live for hundreds or thousands of years, and some can burn mountains and boil seas.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

He is just a weak spiritual beekeeper.

With only the second level of Qi refining, he had to accept his status as the bottom of the immortal world.

Backed by the safe zone designated by Hejianfang City, every year through the spiritual honey harvest, after excluding the high taxes, four or five low-grade spiritual stones are harvested, so as to maintain the practice with difficulty.

'If you want to deal with the black-ringed wasp, you must be at least in the middle stage of Qi training, right? '

Yun He thought in his heart.

More helplessness followed.

Let alone the middle stage of Qi training, it was still a question of when he could break through to the third level of Qi training.

"I can only hope that the black-ringed wasps have a bigger goal and stop staring at my dozens of tiny wasps."

Yun He murmured something and at the same time, he made a secret gesture with his hands.

The weak spiritual power circulated, and the most basic "Bee Control Technique" was used. The wandering spiritual bees seemed to be pulled by some kind of instructions and flew towards the flowers guided by Yun He.

If it didn't work out, he could only choose to raise spiritual bees in another place.

Although that comes at a huge cost.

Because the area where each spiritual beekeeper can keep bees has been planned by the city stewards, if he wants to change places, the cost of upgrading and upgrading may take away all the spiritual stones he has saved over the years.

It might not even be enough.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, are you releasing the bees?"

At this time, a middle-aged monk who looked like an old farmer walked across the field ridge carrying a hoe. He saw Yun He and said hello with a smile.

"Yes."

Seeing the person coming, Yun He forced a smile on his face.

This is his neighbor Pan Hongxiu, a forty-year-old middle-aged monk with a third level of Qi training and a spiritual farmer.

"Master Liuyun from Fangshi said that this year will be a good harvest year, so you should leave some honey residue for us."

Pan Hongxiu didn't notice his forced smile.

Yun He took a slight breath to calm down, "Fellow Daoist Pan, just sell your aged rice at a cheaper price to us."

"Hahaha - easy to talk about."

Looking at the neighbor who was drifting away on the ridge of the field, humming an unknown ditty with a hoe on his shoulder.

If they didn't say anything, who would know that they were so-called "immortal cultivators" and not farmers working in the fields?

He sighed secretly.

It would be great if he was a spiritual farmer.

At least you don’t have to worry too much about black-ringed wasps.

Unfortunately, although he has dual spiritual roots of water and metal properties, he does not have the wood spiritual roots that spiritual farmers need.

It's getting dark.

Yun He finally breathed a sigh of relief after spending a whole day basking in the sun among the bushes.

After getting rid of the black-ringed wasp worker queen, no second worker bee appeared.

He made a hand gesture.

The bees swimming among the flowers entered the bamboo box behind him in an orderly manner.

Stepping on the sunset, Yun He returned to Fangshi's protective formation.

This is a truly safe place.

In a corner of the city, there is a shanty town with scattered houses, which is the residence of monks like them.

This place, because it falls within the coverage area of ​​Fangshi Array, has to pay a large amount of rent every year.

After greeting several familiar neighbors, Yun He returned to his residence.

The house occupies a large area, with rooms, kitchens, training rooms, etc., and there are even many vegetables grown in the fence outside the house.

After simply cooking a dinner with brown rice mixed with aged spiritual rice, and after solving the problems in the Five Zang Temple, Yun He entered the practice room and practiced day after day.

Three hours later, Yun He slowly opened his eyes, the light in his eyes dimming slightly.