Song Xin was on the road during the day and found a secluded place to practice at night. He walked for a full month before returning to Juancheng.
In the past eight months, he found a book called "The Theory of Zhou Tian Cycle" in the Qi training collection of "Yu Qian Lu", which contained various basic cultivation knowledge, such as the supplement of Zhen Qi and spiritual energy, and various methods of cultivation. , remove hidden injuries from cultivation, etc., for his reference. These are the cultivation experiences left by senior practitioners. Although they cannot directly improve his cultivation, they can help him solve many difficult problems in cultivation.
Although the realm of the Mingxin Alchemist he is currently in is humble, it is crucial to practitioners. Whether one can go further in the future in practice also depends on the foundation of the Mingxin Alchemist Realm and the Spiritual Heart Warlock Realm above it.
"At that time, it only took me one day to travel with the magic talisman. I didn't expect that I would walk for a full month."
Song Xin looked at the endless plain in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.
A large river crosses the earth with clear water. This is the ancient Yellow River before it was diverted. At this time, the Yellow River did not have so much sediment.
The Wei family's manor is still lying in the wilderness, like a lying tiger, and it is unknown how many people have been devoured.
The surrounding villages all depend on him, receive protection, and are exploited by him.
What he wants to see most now is his mother-in-law and sister. The Song family lives in the village north of Juancheng. They are a small clan attached to the Wei family. There are many others like the Song family, all in the villages near the Wei family manor.
But now he can't go back to meet them like this, because everyone in the village thinks that he is already a beheaded dead man.
Thinking of this, Song Xin's fists clenched and unclenched. Now is not the time for revenge, and he is a practitioner. If he kills mortals indiscriminately, he will be killed by thunder.
Dressed up as a hawker buying livestock skins, he walked into the Song family village. Because his appearance and figure have changed greatly, and his speech is a mixture of modern people, ancient Bingzhou people, and Yanzhou people with a strange accent, no one would connect him with the boy who was killed two years ago.
When he reached the door of his home, he instinctively raised his hand to push the door open, but suddenly froze again. Within the reach of his spiritual consciousness, his home was already empty.
The tables and straw mats were covered with thick dust, and the corners of the walls were covered with spider webs and hung with empty insect shells. It looked like no one had lived there for a long time.
"Did they also get killed...?" This thought flashed through Song Xin's mind. Since the souls of Song Xin from the two eras merged, he naturally regarded these relatives as his own.
"Who are you looking for?" At this time, a young voice came from behind. Song Xin turned around and saw that he was his childhood playmate Agou. He was carrying a bamboo pole and looking at himself warily.
Apparently Agou didn't recognize Song Xin, and his eyes were full of doubts and alertness.
"Oh, this little brother, I came here to pay off a debt. Song Jin from this family sold me a few pieces of leather two years ago. I wonder where their family members are?" Song Xin used a few words in order not to reveal his identity. Speaking with a skilled Bingzhou accent.
"Uncle Song Jin?" Agou was a little surprised, but then his expression softened, "He committed a crime and disappeared a few years ago."
"I remember he also had a daughter. I don't know where she went?"
"She remarried and moved away with her mother."
"Remarried!!?" Song Xin was startled and suddenly realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly controlled his anxious voice and asked, "Who did you remarry?"
Agou had a look of disdain on his face, "Marry that Song Chou."
Song Xin felt a chill down his back and thought to himself, "I'm remarrying...Song Chou."
"Uncle Song Jin disappeared, and his son was also killed. This mother and daughter will live a good life with Song Chou."
Song Xin seemed to be petrified, feeling unbelievable, but he forced a smile and said, "That's a shame. I was originally paying back the money to their family."
Agou said: "They don't care about those few pieces of leather money now. This guest, I think you should stop looking for it."
"Excuse me, where does Song Chou currently live?"
"He, huh. He got the title and land, joined the Wei family, and now he is a high official. He should live in Juancheng."
"Wei family..." When Song Xin heard the name, a trace of killing intent flashed across his face. "In that case, thank you very much, little brother."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. You can go to the village and ask who still sells leather. Don't go all the way to Bingzhou. I advise you not to go to the Song family. Who knows what trouble you will cause. After Agou finished speaking, he picked up the pole and left without looking back.
"Aniang is married to Song Chou...Aniang is married to Song Chou?" Song Xin's heart felt like overwhelming pain. Song Chou almost killed him, and the disappearance of his father Song Jin must have something to do with it. It has something to do with Song Chou, and his mother-in-law is married to this bastard.
Song Xin glanced at the dilapidated door of his house, turned around and left angrily.
When I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw a large group of people arguing about something.
"It's a narrow road for enemies..." Standing opposite the crowd turned out to be the Wei family.
Judging by his clothes and accent, he was a lower-level manager of the Wei family. His name was Wei Xin. Song Xin had met him once. He was currently scolding the people of Songjia Village in a domineering manner.
"I paid the rent earlier this year, why do I have to pay it again and not let people live!?"
Wei Xin crossed his arms and sneered, "You don't have to hand it over, but this is an order from the court. When the time comes, you will be arrested and put into prison, and then you will be sent to the army to perform corvées!"
"The imperial court has to let people live, what will they plant next year after paying the bills?!" the villagers complained.
"The granaries of the Wei family are full, but they still ask these poor people to pay for the military rations..." Song Xin listened for a while and understood that this was because of the war, and the Wei family themselves were unwilling to pay, so they became dependents. Their people pick grain out of their hands.
This kind of thing has been used by corrupt officials and bullies to bully the poor throughout the ages.
"You must hand over all the food before the fifteenth of this month, otherwise, we will all send you to the front line to serve as corvees." Wei Xin finally threatened.
Everyone in Songjia Village was quiet, but no one dared to refute. They lowered their heads and clenched their fists tightly, but were unwilling to disperse. Facing the powerful local wealthy family, they could only suppress their anger in their hearts. At this time, if you go to do corvee labor, you can't say whether you can survive. If the harvest is delayed, where will the next year's food be found?
Song Xin sighed secretly, "It's always the poor who are bullied..."
The historical stories he knew before were all the shining moments of princes and generals. These poor people cannot even read a drop of ink in the history books.
Wei Xin smiled proudly, turned around and mounted his horse. Then he pointed at everyone with his horse whip and said: "I am going to the neighboring village to collect grain. You Song family members have all written it down for me. On the fifteenth day of this month, I will send people to collect grain. If you can't hand it over, I will send it to you." Served in corvee service.”
After saying this, he greeted the servants behind him and the chief of the pavilion who followed him, and walked away. At this time, only the people in Songjia Village dared to complain loudly. Song Xin sighed secretly, looked at the direction Wei Xin was going, and slowly followed him. He wanted to know whether Liu Jing was still in the Wei family.
If you don't inquire clearly and rush in rashly, you may be crushed to death by Liu Jing immediately with your little cultivation.
Facing Liu Jing, he had no chance of winning. He knew that he did not have the ability to leapfrog challenges like the protagonist of Shuangwen, so he would not take this risk. Self-knowledge is also an important condition for survival. People who cannot control their temper often die miserably in the end.
By the time the Wei family and the others conveyed the order to each village, it was already sunset. These people decided to stay in a small village and asked the pavilion chief to find a girl from the village to sleep with them. They didn't notice that not far behind them, Song Xin had been following them secretly.
These people had been running around all day, and had been drinking and drinking too much at night. They were already exhausted, and they didn't even have a night watchman. Song Xin quickly approached the house where Wei Xin lived without anyone noticing.
There was loud snoring in the room. Wei Xin was extremely tired and was sleeping soundly with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old village girl in his arms.
"Miss, I'm sorry." Song Xin stepped forward and slapped the girl on the back of her head, sniffing and confirming that she was unconscious. Seeing the girl's foot bindings thrown on the ground, they started arguing, then grabbed Wei Xin and dragged him up.
"Ah." Wei Xin woke up from his sleep in pain. As soon as he screamed, a ball of smelly foot wrap was stuffed into his mouth.
Then he was picked up by the neck and jumped onto the courtyard wall. He could only whine in the cold wind, not sure whether it was because of the cold or because he disliked the smell of the foot wrap.
Finally, they came to the cemetery a few miles behind the village. Wei Xin was thrown to the ground and covered in dust. A gust of cold wind made him shiver with cold, and he was not even half domineering. He just looked at the person in front of him in horror and whined.
Song Xin deliberately lowered his voice and said in a robber's tone: "Don't be afraid, I just want to get some money to spend. I don't want to hurt your life, so don't yell and yell, you know?"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Wei Xin nodded desperately with tears and snot smeared all over his face.
"Our King Ultraman said that it's not easy for brothers to go out for a trip. I want to borrow some money and food from your Wei family. As long as you explain the Wei family's situation properly, I won't embarrass you then."
Wei Xin had already believed that the man in front of him was a robber who wanted to rob the Wei family and was here to find someone to help him. But this was the first time he heard this Ultraman King, and it seemed very mighty and domineering. Song Xin was also in a hurry and couldn't make up a name, so he couldn't stop it...
Wei Xin's face turned as red as pig liver from holding back, and he groaned.
Song Xin pulled the cloth from his mouth and said, "Listen, brothers, it's been a hard journey. If you are not honest, I will kill you immediately!"
