The white clouds drifted away with the breeze, revealing the blue sky. A white light flashed past without leaving any trace.
White light like this comes and goes frequently these days, but it is just because the speed is too fast for ordinary people's naked eyes to see it clearly and clearly, so it has not been discovered.
Furthermore, life is a lifetime, vegetation and autumn, life and death, joy and anger, and the daily necessities of firewood, rice, oil and salt are the basics of life. No one will be idle all day long staring at the sky and wondering about the sky. It's unrealistic to lose money and food all the time.
Therefore, even if streams of light flashed overhead, there seemed to be an infinite distance between them, like two worlds.
But occasionally, the white light disappears, and the immortal cultivator appears, standing in the air, seemingly performing a miracle in front of ordinary people. At this time, many mortals will be seen kneeling down one after another, calling the immortal master, and they are full of piety.
But they asked for it and recited it silently in their hearts countless times, just because the immortal master appeared. Such an opportunity was rare, but they didn't want to say some words without saying it. How could the immortal master know? Even if they have a chance to say it, the superior immortal master may not pay attention!
The days go by day by day, asking again and again but not willing to give up, praying again and again, life seems to be a farce, and there are very few people who are really living their lives well.
After a bloody incident, Qingmu Town is what it is now.
Those who survived were frightened, and those who had relocated thought of rebuilding their homes. The immortal masters who were no longer out of reach gave them some confidence, and one after another people walked into the boundless woods in the west of the town.
As the saying goes, they rely on mountains to eat mountains and water to drink water. For the people of Qingmu Town, the boundless woods are the treasure land for their survival. Even if there are savage beasts in it, as long as they still live in this place, they have to fight with that woods. deal with.
Zhang Dashan walked out of the woods step by step.
When he returned to Qingmu Town, he took a deep breath, looked back at the woods shrouded in the dark night, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Having experienced that catastrophe personally, every time he goes into the woods and returns home, it is a close call for him, and it is a game of survival for him.
On his back was a basket full of herbs. He was obviously trying to buy time when picking the herbs. The herbs were packed very casually and chaotically, with a lot of mud. The basket full of herbs contained at least More than 60% is soil.
Zhang Dashan was covered in sweat and mud, and he was out of breath as he walked. Although he is becoming more and more familiar with collecting herbs, in order to collect more herbs, he also walked deeper and further, and passed through more dangerous places. His body was covered in paint and bruises.
Returning to his bun shop, he put the bamboo basket on the ground. Zhang Dashan took a few breaths and saw a young man walking out of the shop.
"Qingfeng, help me pick out the herbs."
The boy looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with a thin figure, black hair shawl, and his eyes were as bright as stars, but it still gave people the impression that his appearance had been deliberately concealed, and there was always something The appearance of being absent-minded.
Qingfeng looked at the bamboo basket of herbs and said, "Or pick these?"
Zhang Dashan shook his head helplessly and said: "There is no way, it will be faster."
Qingfeng looked towards the pharmacy opposite.
The old miracle doctor Xu was lighting the lamp and was treating the patients who came to seek medical advice, most of whom suffered from external injuries.
Although there are no ghosts in the boundless forest today, it is just that after the great catastrophe, a considerable number of immortal masters often visited that forest. Due to various reasons, that forest is no longer the familiar forest it once was. , the landscape and environment have changed. Even if the young people of Qingmu Town walk through familiar places, they will inevitably slip and get injured. There are more people injured, and the supply of herbal medicines naturally exceeds the demand. How can it be that the only family in Qingmu Town now is the old miracle doctor Xu? Is there only one old doctor in the pharmacy?
Qingfeng remained silent as he picked out the herbs in the bamboo basket and sorted them by category. After deducting most of the soil in the basket, there were actually very few herbs.
Looking at Zhang Dashan who was covered in bruises and bruises, and the people in the medicine shop across the street who were covered in wounds, Qingfeng frowned, but didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhang Dashan was also distracted, looking at the distant sky and muttering: "I wonder how he is doing?"
At this moment, he saw a meteor flashing across the night sky. Zhang Dashan was busy sending out his wishes in his heart, and followed the meteor straight into the boundless woods to the west of the town.
Thinking of the boundless forest, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
Then he saw a middle-aged man walking slowly by the side of the road, which immediately attracted Zhang Dashan's attention.
If you don't pay attention, this middle-aged man's behavior is really incompatible with the residents of Qingmu Town today. You can tell he is an outsider at a glance.
The middle-aged man, dressed in white, is strolling around Qingmu Town. His carefree and calm appearance does not look like the residents who still stay in Qingmu Town and live a cautious life every day. Rather, he looks like those immortal masters flying around all day long. There are some similarities, but compared to those immortal masters, this middle-aged man feels much more real at this time.
Judging from the appearance of the middle-aged man, he seemed to be looking for something. He was observing the surroundings very seriously, but he didn't pay much attention to what he saw around him. He would often glance at it and not look at it again, which made people confused. What on earth is he looking for.
Not only Zhang Dashan noticed this person, but the neighbors on the same street also noticed this person's existence, and they all showed curiosity and inquiry, but no one came forward to talk to him.
No one noticed that when the middle-aged man approached, Aoki buried his head lower. After picking out the herbs that were already obvious at a glance, he only needed to put them together, but at this time his movements were much slower. .
The middle-aged man stopped in front of the bun shop for a while, pondered for a while, and shook his head. Then when he noticed Qingfeng, he took another look at him, frowned slightly, but couldn't tell anything, and quickly walked over.
Zhang Dashan's eyes followed the middle-aged man and found that the man stayed in front of the Qingmu Inn for a long time, but he still did not enter the inn.
For the next two days, the middle-aged man wandered the streets, seemingly looking for something, but it was obviously not going well, so he searched a few more times.
"Where did it go?"
The middle-aged man seemed to mutter for a while, then his figure suddenly faded away and disappeared from the small town.
The moment the middle-aged man disappeared, Qingfeng suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the boundless woods to the west.
In the woods, a man in white appeared.
His left hand was constantly counting in front of him, and the energy between his fingers was moving very fast. There was a slight breeze moving around him, which could not be shaken away. The breeze caused the flowers and plants under his feet and the surrounding leaves to sway.
The middle-aged man was walking among them, his fingers counting faster and faster, and the energy between his fingers became more and more concentrated. The understanding of the mystery was far beyond words.
Such a wonderful technique appeared to be performed easily in the hands of this person, without any difficulty at all.
This is a man of great cultivation.
But who is he?
I saw his footsteps landing. Each step looked chaotic, but it was obviously very organized, because every step fell after he had gone through many calculations.
The remaining marks between the sky and the earth matched his gestures, and seemed to be conveying to him what had happened here before into unspeakable messages.
The information was vague and incomplete, but the middle-aged man counted with his fingers as fast as the wind, and could barely see his fingers. And every step he took was long or short, fast or slow. Sometimes he ran as if in a panic. Sometimes when I run, I can see that I am calm and calm.
After careful identification, every step that the man's feet took was exactly the same as the traces that Gu Chen walked here after he fled into the woods with Yang Chan. Every step, no matter how fast or slow, the shape of the trajectory, was exactly the same. Even though the terrain here has changed, it is still difficult to stop this person from using this mysterious method to recreate the original scene.
It's just that this person seemed to have only calculated Gu Chen's behavior at the time, but not the local affairs at that time. His brows were raised and wrinkled from time to time, as if there were many things he didn't understand, but his movements never slowed down in the slightest.
He was extremely purposeful, working from beginning to end, only looking for traces of Gu Chen, and didn't care much about what happened here in the first place.
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