If you want to know where you are and how to get back to the Xuntian Prison, you need to find an adult in the village and ask.
I hope that the children in front of me will lead to the topic of the land father-in-law and the groundhog again.
Shigou looked at the bucket, then at Mu Nan, and said seriously:
"But I still have to go to the stream to fetch water. Grandpa has limited legs and feet and is waiting for me to fetch water for breakfast."
Mu Nan smiled and said, "What's so difficult about this? I can help you fetch water. Can you take me to see your grandpa?"
Shigou hesitated for a moment, his eyes slightly melancholy:
"Yes, yes, but you need to eat less breakfast. Grandpa is not in good health and there is not much food left."
Mu Nan was suddenly stunned for a moment.
Looking at the ten dogs carefully, they have sallow complexions and thin muscles, and their delicate skin is still exposed under the various patches of clothing.
Presumably, it is true that the family is poor.
But Tong Yanwuji still wanted to share his breakfast.
It is simple and honest.
But, he looks like a freeloader?
"I have a very small appetite. I can feel full just by drinking a mouthful of soup."
After Shigou heard what he said, he felt relieved and handed over the bucket.
"You have to keep your word, uncle, have you ever seen a groundhog? It just makes a swishing sound..."
Mu Nan instinctively blocked his subsequent words.
Buckets are very heavy to buy.
Coupled with a bucket of water, it was hard for him to imagine how ten dogs could drag such a weight to and from the stream.
Mu Nan subconsciously filled up the water, listened to the "chattering" of the ten dogs, and walked towards the village.
Shigou seemed to be tired and stared at the ruler:
"Uncle, I can hold the iron rod for you. This way, you can feel more relaxed."
The ten dogs were extremely curious about the measuring ruler.
It looks like a sword but not a sword, it looks like a stick but not a stick.
There are ten inscriptions on the smooth surface.
The most beautiful thing the blacksmith in the village makes is a sickle, but he doesn't have this skill.
So, he found a good excuse.
"You can't lift it..." Mu Nan advised kindly.
To measure the weight of the ruler, not only a child but also an adult would have to spend some effort to drag it up.
Moreover, he discovered that every time an inscription was illuminated, the measuring ruler became much heavier.
"I'm very strong!" Shigou raised his young arms as if in protest, and at the same time showed off: "I can lift a bucket of water!"
Since he said so, Mu Nan didn't want to appear too stingy, so he put the measuring ruler on the ground:
"You try? If you can drag it, I will give it to you!"
Shigou rubbed his hands and looked extremely excited.
"Except for the village chief's dog-beating stick, I've never seen anyone else's stick look so good-looking. Hey!"
Shigou took a breath and held the handle of the ruler with one hand, trying to play with it twice, but the ruler did not move at all on the ground.
Shigou was unwilling to give in and used two hands to drag.
Still doesn't help.
Finally he used his two feet too.
His feet were on the ground and his arms were stretched straight.
Muscles bulge.
His face turned red from holding back.
He was panting from exhaustion, but he couldn't move the measuring ruler even one inch.
"I said you can't handle it, right?" Mu Nan smiled and said, "I'll do another trick for you."
Just say it, with a wave of one hand, the measuring ruler disappeared out of thin air.
"You still said that you are not the father-in-law of the land!" Shigou's eyes widened and he circled around him twice, seeming to be looking for traces of the measuring ruler:
"Only the father-in-law of the land can hide things! Tell me quickly!"
"Have you met Mr. Tu?" Mu Nan asked curiously.
There are ten dogs and one land father-in-law. Is it possible that there is an imperial monster in this small village?
If there were such monsters, it would be much easier to find out where they were and how to get back to the Heavenly Patrol Prison.
"I haven't seen it." Shigou shook his head: "But I have seen a woodchuck. It jumped out of the ground with a whoosh."
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It is said that the children of the poor have already become the masters of the house, and if ten dogs can make the decision, only half of the thatched cottage can be taken care of.
The reason why I say half room is because the other half has collapsed, and the remaining half cannot protect too much wind and rain.
"Grandpa, I'm back."
The ten dogs jumped into the small courtyard surrounded by a broken fence and shouted to the old man who was living in the courtyard.
"The dog is back?"
The old man was lame and somewhat hunchbacked.
The gait is high and low, and because of his age, he seems extremely slow when doing things.
"Well, I also brought back an uncle groundhog!"
"I met Mr. Leng in Xia Mu Nan."
Mu Nan followed into the courtyard and held his hands in front of the old man.
"Hmm!" The old man realized that there was one more person in the courtyard and said hurriedly: "We have a guest. Sit down quickly! Children, don't talk nonsense, you don't have a tutor."
"Oh!" Shigou replied obediently.
He was quite sensible and moved the only bamboo chair in the courtyard.
There are only a few bamboo sticks left, and it is difficult to hold it up so that it does not immediately fall into a pile of firewood.
Mu Nan did not sit down.
It's not that he dislikes it, but that he is afraid that the only stool in the hut cannot bear his weight.
He just stood aside and said to the old man who said hello and went about his business:
"Mr. Leng, I am a wandering Taoist priest. I came here by mistake. There are many things I don't understand. Please help me clarify my confusion."
The old man did not put down his work and was preparing breakfast, seeming to be talking to himself:
"Qinglu Village has not seen outsiders for decades..."
What was being cooked in the pot was porridge, and half a bowl of unknown pickles was placed beside the stove.
In the smoke, Mu Nan got some information from the old man.
This place is called Qinglu Village, and there is another Qingshui Village thirty miles away.
There are no other villages.
To say that it is a secluded peach garden located at the foot of Mount Mang is a bit flattering.
Mangshan Mountain is so big that I don’t know how many thousands of miles it is.
The poverty of the village is just a struggle to survive.
There were once ambitious young people in the village who wanted to see the world outside the mountains.
Carrying the hope of the whole village, we stepped into Mangshan Mountain.
Without exception, no one ever came back alive.
The villagers firmly believe that the world outside the mountains is so wonderful that they never want to leave.
In the old man's memory, decades ago, there was a wandering Taoist priest like Mu Nan who traveled thousands of miles to Taoyuan Village.
He said he wanted to see this side of the mountain.
However, he shook his head in the village and left with regret.
Likewise, in the Leng family.
The difference is that the old man at that time was still a child.
Taoist priests say that Qinglu Village and Qingshui Village are the end of the sky.
Further south, there is an endless sea, but there is no corner of the sea.
On the other side of the sea, he guessed, it was still the sea.
He also said that the scenery in the north of Mangshan Mountain was not good. As for why it was not good, he kept it secret.
He just sighed that such a pure village should not be disturbed by the world.
Mu Nan thought maliciously: If you have never experienced poverty, you will naturally regard poverty as contentment.
"Thank you, Mr. Leng, for telling me."
In any case, Mu Nan got some useful information from the old man's words.
You need to cross Mount Mang to see the true face of this world.
And Mangshan is huge.
There are only Qinglu Village and Qingshui Village here. No one knows what is going on outside.
The village chief doesn't know either.
The old man knew this because he heard the complaints of the previous wandering Taoist priest.
"Where did Mr. Mu come from?"
The old man specially poured a bowl of thick porridge at the bottom of the pot and handed it to Mu Nan.
Mu Nan was polite, then handed it to Shi Gou: "Come from...the Sky Patrol Prison."
The old man's eyes were profound: "The Xuntian Prison is a good place."
"Mr. Leng knows about the Tianxian Prison?" Mu Nan asked excitedly.
"have no idea."
"Then you still said that the Patrol Prison is a good place."
"You can cross Mangshan Mountain to get here, why is the place so bad?"
The old man's eyes were still profound, and he said with infinite emotion: "That should be a very far away place."
"It's a bit far. We have to cross Mount Mang."
Mu Nan replied casually.
He approached the old man and used his spiritual sense to find out.
The old man has no cultivation and is not an outsider. He simply thinks that the Xuntian Prison should be a good place.
"That's really far away." The old man said nonchalantly: "Young hero, are you going back?"
Mu Nan didn't reply, he was making calculations in his heart.
At the speed of the Soul Gathering Coffin, it is not difficult to fly over Mount Mang.
It won't take too long.
"Mangshan Mountain is steep. Gou'er's father fell off the cliff and died. When his mother went to look for her... Hey! Young Master Mu should be careful on the road."
The old man sighed and served him another bowl of thicker porridge.
Mu Nan shook his head and said truthfully:
"Mr. Leng, to tell you the truth, I have been able to live without food and do not need to eat."
The old man hesitated for a moment while holding the porridge, and then said shyly:
"Young Master Mu is laughing at me. There is only some porridge at home, and there is really no other delicious food. I just have to make do with it to satisfy my appetite."
