In southern Xinjiang, deep in the distant mountains, there is a small village. It is not big, with only a few hundred households.
In the courtyard of a house at the east end of the village, there were more than a dozen village residents standing or sitting, talking to each other.
In the room, several villagers gathered around a bamboo couch, on which a young woman with a somewhat pale complexion lay half-lying against the head of the bed.
A middle-aged villager looked sullen and stared at the woman and said, "We saved your life. According to the rules of southern Xinjiang, you should listen to us and let me marry my son as my wife. Why don't you want to!"
The woman lowered her eyes but said nothing.
The middle-aged man snorted: "We fished you out of the river, asked a wizard to heal you, and took good care of you for so long, so you survived. Why?"
"That's right, how can there be such a rule? As a human being, you must repay kindness..."
"Girl, I saved your life..."
The woman raised her eyelids slightly: "I...I will repay you, but I can't marry..."
"Hmph!" An old man paused his crutches heavily: "Can you control me? Let me tell you, although our village is small, it still belongs to the Wutu Village among the eighty-eight villages. The village has clear rules and will not tolerate your disobedience. "
The woman's eyes were distant, as if looking into the invisible distance: "Really, I really can't get married."
"Don't marry? You have to marry even if you don't want to!" A strong man said coldly: "My nephew must marry."
"I know they saved me, but I can't marry. I will give them a lot of reward..." The woman still didn't turn to look at anyone, but said in a serious tone.
"I don't want it!" A young man with a pockmarked face said, "I want you!"
The woman's voice was calm: "I'm sorry, thank you for saving me, but I have other identities and I can't stay..."
Everyone was shocked, but the old man on crutches snorted: "Identity? What kind of special status would a Chinese woman come to southern Xinjiang? Besides, how could you end up in such a situation if you have a good background?"
"That's right, it's clearly nonsense. This kind of person doesn't repay his kindness and makes up lies. It's really hateful!" someone echoed.
A woman hesitated and said: "She looks like this...she seems to have something wrong with her body..."
"It's just a good time, maybe it will get better." The strong man snorted.
The woman frowned, her eyes wandered, and finally said slowly: "I, I have a husband..."
Everyone was stunned. The pockmarked young man rushed forward: "I don't believe it, you are lying!"
An old woman who looked like a wizard said slowly: "Girl, you are obviously a virgin, don't talk nonsense."
"Do you have a husband? Who is your husband and where is he? If you can get him to come over, we will believe you." The father of the pockmarked young man sneered.
"...He's not here, but he will definitely find me. I know he will."
"Everyone, don't talk nonsense. Let's make arrangements today. Please ask the wizard to take care of her. In ten days, the village will celebrate the Huashan Festival, so we will take advantage of this good day to bow and enter the bridal chamber."
"That is, a Central Plains person can't find it here even if he looks for it. What can he do if he finds it? The grace of survival should be like this."
When the pock-marked young man heard that the matter had been settled, he immediately smiled and said to the burly man, "Thank you, uncle, for making the decision."
The strong man said: "Although I am the leader of the clan, the marriage needs to be organized together by the clan members. You should thank them."
The pockmarked man hurriedly said to the people around him: "Thank you all tribesmen, my family will definitely prepare good wine and food to entertain you!"
The strong man said: "Okay, nephew, you and I will go into the mountains tomorrow and try to get a wild boar to make us happy."
"Okay, okay." The pockmarked man responded hurriedly.
"What you don't understand, don't force me, he will really find me." The woman sighed softly.
"Hmph, then let him come. We want to see if he can fall from the sky." The strong man looked disdainful and led the people out.
As the door was locked, the woman's pale and tired face showed a look of helplessness and anticipation, but it soon turned gloomy. She knew how long her body could last...
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"Although you have very poor martial arts qualifications, you are very talented in battle tactics..."
Mr. Tian looked at Jiang Fan who was fiddling with the formation diagram and couldn't help but nodded.
"Oh? It seems that I am not useless." Jiang Fan stared at dozens of formation diagrams and compared them back and forth.
Mr. Tian sighed and said: "Although my talent is extremely high, it's a pity that I don't have enough martial arts training. I can only understand it, but I can't use it."
Tian Luoyu curled his lips: "That's not all useless."
Jiang Fan also frowned and put down the drawing.
He also discovered that this Tao of Formation was indeed profound and unpredictable, but it actually contained many theories that he understood or even understood more profoundly, such as mathematics, geometry, physics, and even the Five Elements, Bagua, and Qimen Dunjia that he had seen before. Many of the theories in these side books were so similar that it was not that difficult for him to understand.
It's just that Mr. Tian is right. He can't keep up with his martial arts cultivation and still can't understand the real mystery.
He smiled bitterly: "Martial arts is still basic after all."
Mr. Tian nodded: "A warrior's true energy determines everything. Although you can draw inferences from one instance, or even draw inferences from one instance, and your comprehension ability is extraordinary, it is a pity that it is difficult to understand the mysterious and mysterious context."
Jiang Fan sighed: "There is no way, talent is unfair."
Mr. Tian said lightly: "Fairness? When does fairness exist in the world? God has given you excellent wisdom and unparalleled literary talent. How can these be fair to other people?"
"Haha, it's true, people can't be too greedy."
Tian Lao said: "Just understand, Zhang Yi is a little greedy."
Jiang Fan said: "So there is always a price to pay. This time he and the pusher from the air found out a lot of things. For him, not only did he truly stabilize the position of the Prime Minister of Daxia, but he also mastered many confidential clues, even to the four countries. The impact of the war is deeper. I should be content, but I am not."
Mr. Tian said: "You are the one who threw out the chess. If he didn't know how to use it, he would be really stupid. If it were him, he would inevitably think more."
Jiang Fan said calmly: "It's just that in his eyes, the one got more, so he's not willing to accept it."
"After all, there is still a lack of forbearance and advancement." Mr. Tian said, shaking his cattail leaf fan.
Jiang Fan smiled: "If you were willing to endure it, how could you have been born, and how could you have gone against Zhang Zaifu? Not only him, but also the big snake?"
Tian Lao said: "Do you really know what that big snake is?"
Jiang Fan squinted and looked into the distance: "Perhaps, I will have to go for a walk in Tangwu Mountain soon..."
Suddenly, a voice came from mid-air: "Lord, I'm afraid we have to go to another place first."
Mr. Tian shook his cattail leaf fan as if he was not surprised. This was his farm, and he had already noticed it from the moment this person came in.
Jiang Fan was very surprised, probably because he knew the person very well.
The thirty-seventh killer in the world——Lu Hanting.
Looking at Lu Sanqi falling from the sky, Jiang Fan frowned slightly: "You are rarely so nervous."
Lu Hanting knelt down on one knee: "My lord, please forgive me."
