What are the other hidden dangers of the demon elixir cultivation method? Zhu An didn't elaborate on it one by one, it seemed to be another taboo topic.
Anyway, after dispersing his skills, Wanwan no longer struggled, turned around and went back to the depths of the North Mountain, found a place to hide, and began to ponder this human race's pure body training method.
It actually has no idea in its heart. It should be the only panda in the world that practices human body training. What if it fails in the end?
But having come this far, I have to give it a try.
"Maybe it will make me grow up faster."
Nothing is more important than growing up, so Maruwan threw away all worries and started practicing immediately.
A small storm ended, and Beishan returned to peace.
The red fox Hongyun huddled under the willow tree, covering its head with its big fluffy tail. It was still sleeping deeply, and the scream of Marumaru just now failed to wake it up.
Among the scars all over the body caused by wicker whipping, wisps of plant essence are seeping into the skin, like spring breeze turning into rain, blending into every inch of flesh and blood, turning decay into magic.
Foxes roost under the trees, and birds chirp on the branches.
In a hidden cave, Panda Wanwan sat cross-legged on the ground, tilting his head, resting a paw on his chin, frowning and thinking about the secret of body training.
Suddenly I felt something. I turned around and saw the willow branches outside the cave entrance, swaying gently in the breeze.
This scene seemed familiar. It seemed like it was back when it was young, hiding alone in the cave, waiting for its mother to peel back the layers of wicker and return with the fragrant spiritual fruit.
Wanwan patted his bulging white belly and said happily: "I can eat enough now."
Deep in the mountain, there are scattered bamboo shadows, silent and silent.
A chipmunk squirrel with a big tail poked its head out from the branch, looked around, and found no trace of the panda, so it turned its attention to the willow forest ahead.
It stared at the green bamboo leaf hanging in the air, confused and a little eager to try.
Clouds and mist gradually rose, and a vast expanse of white gradually enveloped the entire Beishan Mountain.
…
"Something's wrong!"
"Where is the village chief?"
A shout rang out from the entrance of the village, rapid and abrupt.
The young men who were selling medicinal materials came back early, but there were only two of them. Their faces were muddy and sweaty, and their clothes were in tatters and full of scratches.
"The city gates were suddenly closed and no one was allowed in or out. They said they wanted to strictly check the identity of everyone in the city."
"We bought seeds in a village outside the city so we could run back. Everyone else was trapped."
The old village chief was very surprised after hearing this, "Except when the demon clan attacks, Guangping never closes the city. What happened?"
The two shook their heads in confusion.
To the east of Beishan, more than five hundred miles away, across the vast hills and wasteland, stands an ancient city three feet high.
That is Guangping City, the most important human settlement in the nearby area.
Guangping is at the edge of the human race's sphere of influence. It is surrounded by mostly barren mountains and wild ridges, where wild beasts often appear. If you go further, you will enter the area where the monster race operates.
Therefore, the people here either live in the city or near the city wall, so that they can easily enter the city for refuge at any time.
It is extremely rare for hundreds of people to live in the deep mountains and forests like Beishan Village. If word spreads, it will even cause a sensation.
But for thousands of years, no one has discovered this hidden village.
The villagers know this and pay attention when going out. When someone asks, they claim that they are local herb farmers in Guangping, but they often go into the mountains to collect herbs, so their whereabouts are unpredictable.
The permanent population of Guangping City exceeds 100,000, and there are still people communicating with neighboring cities. The mere number 20 or 30 of the drug farmers will naturally not attract much attention.
But this time, the situation is really not good.
Locking down the city and checking the identity of the entire city means that it is impossible to get away with it - the villagers are equivalent to "black households" without any identity documents and no neighbors to help identify them.
If we try to make some temporary arrangements now, it might be too late, and we might not even be able to enter the city gate.
And once they are targeted by the City Lord's Mansion, can the more than twenty young men guarantee their own safety? And can you withstand the pressure and keep tight-lipped?
This is what worries the old village chief.
"The existence of our village cannot be known to outsiders. This is the ancestral teaching and the will of Master Shenzhu." He coughed and expressed his firm attitude.
According to village records, the ancestors of Beishan Village originally lived in the city just like ordinary people.
But in the early years, the human race was still very weak. Once they were invaded by monsters and the city gate was broken down. A group of people fled into the mountains and were rescued by Shenzhu.
In order to repay their kindness, these people stayed in Beishan to build a village and worship the sacred bamboo for generations.
The sacred bamboo also protects Beishan Village and protects the villagers from monsters.
For a long time, the human race was in a worrying situation, but Beishan Village was peaceful and peaceful, all because of the power of Shenzhu.
In recent years, the human race has gradually risen, and the precarious life has gone forever. Perhaps the existence of Beishan Village has lost its meaning, and living in Guangping City is just as safe.
But as long as Beishan Zhizhu does not give his will, the old village chief will never break his promise and lead the villagers to move away from Beishan.
Zhu An does not restrict the freedom of the villagers. Those who are eager to leave have already made a vow in the sacrificial hall to forget everything. The village chief will also use money to help solve the identity problem and allow these people to completely integrate into the outside world.
Therefore, those who remain in the village today all have firm beliefs.
At this moment, they all nodded in agreement when they heard the old village chief's words.
Everyone understands that Shenzhu wants to keep a low profile and does not want to be known to the outside world, otherwise he would have become famous all over the world.
Therefore, you must do your best to keep the village's secrets.
After some discussion, a group of villagers with outing experience set out urgently to inquire about information around Guangping.
He also brought the money accumulated in the village to see if he could open a way to rescue the trapped young man.
The remaining villagers set up obstacles on the only way back to the village, trying to block it, and prepared bows, arrows, spears and other weapons to prevent the worst from happening.
The old village chief took the old, weak, sick and disabled who were unable to work, knelt in the sacrificial hall, and reported the incident in a low voice, hoping to get Shenzhu's will.
Unfortunately, after kneeling for a long time, there was only smoke curling up in the sacrificial hall, and no vision occurred.
"Everything we do, Shenzhu sees it."
The old village chief stood up slowly, his face as usual, and he did not feel anxious. "Shenzhu didn't intervene, which means the problem is not serious."
After saying that, he leaned on crutches and walked tremblingly outside the village to personally supervise the arrangement of the roadblocks.
A ten-year-old child named Xiao Fei was still kneeling in the sacrificial hall, his eyes red, and he kowtowed heavily to the bamboo leaves.
There was a dull thud, startling the people around him.
"Master Shenzhu, please protect me, and nothing will happen to my father." He muttered in a low voice while rubbing his red forehead.
"If you need anything, just ask me. I will do whatever you ask me to do, without any hesitation!"
After saying that, he raised his head expectantly, hoping that like the last time in the mountains, the bamboo from the North Mountain would fall from the sky and save everyone.
It's a pity that this time, there is no blue shadow coming from the sky.
Xiaofei was a little disappointed.
A silver-haired old woman who was responsible for cleaning the sacrificial hall also knelt next to her. She saw everything in her eyes, laughed dumbly, and touched Xiao Fei's head.
"Silly boy, that's not how you worship God. It doesn't mean that if you kowtow, Shenzhu will have to do something for you."
"Respect for the sake of asking is actually disrespectful."
"You have to believe that Shenzhu will treat you well. Shenzhu has never treated this village badly."
"What you should do is to be honest with Shenzhu, then live a good life and wait for the arrangements he gives you."
"Waiting..." Xiaofei still couldn't fully understand these words and hesitated, "Can you wait?"
The silver-haired old woman had kind eyes and a smile on her face, staring at the withered yellow leaf on the incense table that had been there for who knows how many years.
"Of course, everyone can wait."
