In the small lake in winter, there are no lotus flowers, but there are lotus leaves.
Pieces of withered and yellow remnants of lotus float on the cold lake water. They look lifeless, but you can imagine what a grand scene of endless blue lotus leaves that will reach the sky next summer.
A few waterfowl stayed on the remnants, rested briefly, and then prepared for the next hunt.
There are many reeds growing on the shore of the lake. When the cold wind blows, the white reed flowers flutter in the wind and fall on the withered yellow lotus leaves or on the lake mixed with broken ice.
Shu Guan arrived at the bank of this small lake around three o'clock in the afternoon.
The winter afternoon sun shines on the floating reed flowers and lotus leaves. There are water birds flying in the sunshine. There are also several young people who look like students by the lake, holding easels and sketching.
Shu Guan felt that the scenery of this small lake in winter was extremely beautiful.
Of course, the small lake in summer was also beautiful, but he had only seen it in the boy's soul, and it still felt a layer apart.
Shu Guan walked along the bluestone road by the lake, passed behind the young students who looked like students, and took a casual glance.
I saw the drawing boards of those young students drawing lake water, residual lotus, reed flowers, water birds, as well as the mountain not far away, and the small village at the foot of the mountain.
Three men and two women were discussing with each other, laughing, and full of enviable youthful atmosphere.
Shu Guan turned his gaze and looked at the mountain in front of him and the small village at the foot of the mountain.
The name of the mountain is Lansun Mountain, located thirty miles outside Shencheng.
Lansun Mountain is not high or big. It is composed of more than a dozen peaks. However, Shencheng is located in an alluvial plain. Not to mention mountains, even hills are rare, and the scenery of Lansun Mountain is also beautiful. , so it has always been able to attract many Shanghai citizens to come here to play.
There are many scattered villages around the foot of Lansun Mountain. For example, at the end of the bluestone road at the foot of Shuguan, there is a very small village.
From a distance, the small village looks no different from other surrounding villages. Perhaps the only difference is the bluestone road outside the village.
Like the roads outside other villages, they are all bumpy dirt roads. Only outside this village is a smooth bluestone road, which leads from the small lake to the inside of the small village.
Shu Guan walked into the small village carrying a long cloth bag.
The moment he walked into the small village, Shu Guan was suddenly in a trance.
It was naturally his first time to come to this village, but the surrounding scenery was strange yet familiar.
At this moment, Shu Guan seemed to be one with the boy from a hundred years ago.
A hundred years ago, a young man walked into this village one afternoon.
More than a hundred years have passed and nothing seems to have changed in this village.
This village is very small, with only dozens of houses, almost all concentrated on both sides of the bluestone road. You can see it at a glance. At the end of the bluestone road is a large house with green walls and red tiles.
Everything was exactly the same as the scene before the young man's soul disappeared.
Shu Guan stopped at the entrance of the small village for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the large house with green walls and red tiles.
Shu Guan did not walk very fast, his steps were relaxed and leisurely, and he looked around from time to time, just like a tourist who came to Lansun Mountain and accidentally entered this place.
I think many tourists have visited this small village before.
But no one seems to have discovered the real secret of this small village.
While strolling on the bluestone road, Shu Guan was thinking about this problem.
This small village is not hidden in some deep mountains and old forests. Although Lansun Mountain is located on the outskirts of Shanghai, as one of the most famous scenic spots in Shanghai, there are not many tourists here on weekdays.
In the long past, Shu Guan believed that there would always be practitioners who came to this small village by chance.
It's just that the cultivation community in Shencheng seems to have never known the secret of this small village. Otherwise, the Xuesha Sect, an evil cultivation sect that everyone hates, would not have existed for such a long time.
So how do they hide their identities?
Relying on some secret breath-containing technique to prevent people from detecting their identity as practitioners?
The inheritance of the Blood Demon Sect is extremely long, even longer than the history of the Seven Immortals Alliance, and can be traced back to the Heavenly Court era.
It is not surprising that such an ancient sect has some powerful breath-containing secret techniques. In the information of the Secret Religion Society, he has seen that the Blood Demon Sect has a secret blood-containing technique that can conceal itself. Just like ordinary people.
This is also the biggest possibility that Shu Guan can think of.
Of course, there is another possibility, that is, there were practitioners who came to this village and discovered the secret of this village. However, they never left after entering, and naturally they could not spread this secret.
The possibility of this situation is not small.
Shu Guan couldn't help but touch the long cloth bag in his hand.
Several villagers who seemed to be from the village walked over. They were wearing coarse short-coated jackets, their trouser legs rolled up high, and their straw sandals were covered with mud. They were carrying hoe bamboo baskets in their hands, and they seemed to be digging from the ground. Come back after work.
Shu Guan took a step aside and watched the villagers walking past him.
The villagers didn't look at him, they just talked to themselves and walked forward.
And the sound of their conversation reached Shu Guan's ears very clearly.
All they talked about was farm work in the fields.
In this life, Shuguan was also a child who grew up in a mountain village. When he was in Taoyuan Village, apart from hunting, he did all the work in the fields, and he did it better than most of the Taoyuan villagers. here you go.
So after the conversations between these villagers reached Shu Guan's ears, it became clear that these people were real farmers who had been working in the fields for a long time.
The familiarity with all the details of farm work reflected in those conversations cannot be faked.
Moreover, Shu Guan did not feel any fluctuations in spiritual power from these villagers.
Shu watched them pass by, then said goodbye to each other and walked into the houses on both sides of the bluestone road.
Then he looked down and smiled.
Those villagers are real farmers, and they are the kind of farmers who have been doing farm work for many years and have rich experience.
There is no doubt about this.
But just because they are real farmers doesn't mean they can't have other identities.
When those farmers passed by Shu Guan just now, Shu Guan still noticed something different from ordinary farmers.
First of all, the skin of the farmers exposed outside their clothes was a little red.
It is normal for a person who has been working in the sun all day to have his skin turn red due to the sun.
However, as someone who often worked in the fields before, Shu Guan could still tell what "red" skin caused by the sun looked like.
The "redness" of the farmers' exposed skin was not caused by the sun, but a faint red that came from underneath the skin.
Of course, this difference is still difficult to distinguish if you don't look carefully.
Shu Guan remembered a sentence Zhang Haotian mentioned when describing his dream.
"...The people in that village all have red skin..."
This was also the reason why he looked carefully just now.
In addition, the skin of the farmers just now not only had a very peculiar light red color, but was also very thin, as delicate as a woman's.
The mud on their ankles was real, but the skin on the ankles wrapped in mud was so delicate. Shu Guan could clearly see that when one of the villagers waved and spoke, there were no calluses on his palms. .
The question is, how can the skin on a farmer’s ankles, who works in the fields all year round and steps on the soil, be more delicate than a woman’s?
How could a pair of palms that often hold a hoe be free of calluses?
Shu Guan's skin used to be very rough and his palms were covered with calluses. It was not until he bathed in the dragon's blood that his skin suddenly became delicate and delicate, and all the calluses between his palms disappeared inexplicably.
Because after bathing in the dragon's blood, in a sense, he became a practitioner.
Even if a practitioner gets older, the gloss of his skin is still not comparable to that of ordinary people. It is the result of being nourished by spiritual power all year round.
In addition, there was something very unusual about the farmers who just passed by.
That's when they came, the expressions on their faces were so relaxed and comfortable, without any signs of fatigue, and there was no sweat on their faces.
Although it is winter now, it is impossible to come back from working in the fields without sweating at all.
And listening to their conversation just now, it seems that they have been working in the fields for a day.
If it were a normal farmer, after working in the fields for a day, he would be exhausted and would just want to go home and lie down for a while as soon as possible. He would not even have the desire to talk.
Shu Guan, who grew up in a mountain village, knows very well what a farmer must be like after a hard day's work, and how he can still talk and laugh with a relaxed expression like those farmers just now.
Unless the physical strength of these farmers is far beyond that of ordinary people.
The people in this village are indeed extraordinary.
It's just that these abnormalities are difficult for ordinary people to notice. Even most practitioners, if they don't have the experience of living in rural areas for a long time like Shu Guan, it will be difficult for them to detect abnormalities.
Shu Guan smiled and continued walking forward.
Then he passed a small pond, and there was really a wooden waterwheel on the edge of the pond. It was exactly the same as the scene in Zhang Haotian's dream. The only difference was that the wooden waterwheel was not turning on its own at this time.
Next to the waterwheel, there was an old farmer squatting on a large bluestone and smoking a dry cigarette.
He was a very old farmer. The skin on his face was wrinkled like the bark of a dead tree. He was thin and small. His eyes were thin and long. The cheekbones on both sides of his cheeks were high. His temperament was simple and simple. The old farmer's complexion was darker and redder than the villagers he met on the road just now.
Shu Guan walked towards the old farmer.
He knew this old farmer because he was the only person he had seen so far who had appeared in Zhang Haotian's dream.
The old farmer said something in Zhang Haotian's dream.
"Young Master, the little girl today was captured by Alaa personally in the city for you."
More than a hundred years have passed, and the old farmer is still alive, and his appearance does not seem to have changed much.
According to the situation in Zhang Haotian's dream, the old farmer's surname should be Hui. The head of the Blood Fiend Sect called him:
Elder Hui.
There will be a double update today to make up for yesterday’s update.
