There was a lot of people and a lot of smoke. The fields were being plowed, and children were herding cattle by the river. Between the mountains and plains, more than a dozen cities and villages watch each other.
Thirteen towns and villages are connected together, which is the origin of Shisanwu.
In the yard of a farmhouse, two old men were enjoying the cool air. An old man and an old woman.
Judging from their appearance, they look like two ordinary farmers, but these two people have the power of a metamorphosis. In today's Di Shengqian Continent, he belongs to the one who stands at the top.
They also have legendary stories about their great luck in escaping two disasters.
"Junior sister, have you heard?"
"Um."
"what should we do?"
"Waiting to die."
Like the two veterans of Baihemen, they were survivors of the catastrophe. But the situation afterwards was no better than those two.
The two Taoist priests returned to Baihemen and lived a comfortable life for at least ten years. But from the beginning, the two of them never had a comfortable day.
After running around planning to rebuild Liejian Villa, Ren Shukui came back just after saving some money. Not only is the second-level soul extremely powerful, he is also known as the descendant of the Lord of Penglai.
Although the two people who had just been frightened by Penglai were dubious, they did not dare to raise any questions and became followers in a daze. By the time something felt wrong, Ren Shukui had already become the climate.
He recruited a large circle of scum, left Liejian Villa alone, and appointed Yaoyue Palace as the palace master. He was rebellious and cruel. Because they were aware of their strength and too cowardly, the two dared not speak out in anger. Some time ago, he was sent to Shisanwu to monitor Liu Jian's movements.
Although this job didn't seem like much, the two of them actually liked it. As long as I can stay away from that lunatic Ren Shukui, being an old farmer here seems to be a good idea.
But as a series of news came, this day could not be passed.
Unlike the two veterans from Baihemen, their information was not blocked at all. Ever since I heard the first news, I haven't had a good night's sleep.
While others were still verifying what happened to the miracle, they had already reached the final conclusion.
The Lord of Penglai has arrived.
The first reaction of the two people was to run, but they found that there was nowhere to go.
Returning to Ren Shukui's side would definitely be a suicide attempt. If you want to go somewhere else, there is no guarantee that the Lord of Penglai will not be found. Neither leaving nor staying, living in fear.
"Junior sister, otherwise we should run away." The old man said, "According to the previous news, that person seems to only go to the Seventh Sect. As long as we leave Thirteenth Pier, we should be safe."
"If that person is really intent on killing, it won't matter where he goes." The old woman shook her head. "Don't forget, when we were in Qianzhou, we were separated from that person who knew how far away. As a result..."
"Then we really have to wait to die..." The old man was decadent.
"Then what else." The old woman sighed, "The ancestors used the sword against that person, and now Ren Shukui pretends to be that descendant. They are both from Liejian Villa, and we are also from Liejian Villa. Others can Forgiveness, how can it be possible for the two of us?"
"Fire Sword Villa...why did I...Oh, that's not right." The old man thought for a moment and said, "Didn't the owner of the village come back? He's still with that person. If it's because of the sect, this doesn't make sense."
"We and the village owner are not the same thing," the old woman said. "The village owner has not been here all these years, and he was arrested not long ago for calling the moon palace. We hung out with Ren Shukui, who happened to be away at that time, and we couldn't pick it no matter how hard we picked it. "
"It's really unlucky..." the old man bit out, "It's better to go back and fight with him, die together with the owner of the village, and die a heroic death."
"Don't be impulsive, there is still a chance." The old woman said, "Do you still remember that box?"
"Why don't you remember?" The old man subconsciously looked into the room.
There is a seemingly inconspicuous wooden box placed on the table and cabinet at the foot of the wall. But the two of them knew that the box was not simple.
They tried to open it, but couldn't even pry a crack. There is no mystery in the box itself, it just cannot be opened. Two warriors who had transformed their soul were unable to do anything with a wooden box.
The old man said: "Ren Shukui sent it specially for us two to protect. He said that if there is danger, he will take this box and hide. He trusts you and me, but it is this trust that really deceives people."
"Brother, why don't you understand? It's because of that box that we can't risk our lives." The old woman said, "Since the box is important to Ren Shukui, then we will give it to that person. Even if we still don't forgive, we have done it. The right thing to do.”
The old man nodded suddenly. "Yes, that's all we can do."
…
"Got home……"
Standing outside the village, Hou Zhen was quite excited.
When we were in Qingzhou, everyone wanted to go home, but Hou Zhen was the most homesick.
One is that he is the oldest and is afraid of dying when visiting a foreign country. In addition, the situation of Thirteenth Wood is different from that of other sects. It is more appropriate to say that they are a gang than a fellow villager.
Of course, there is another reason for excitement, that is, he is finally no longer alone.
The previous heads followed Su Qing's carriage, talking and laughing along the way. It was considered a sightseeing tour. There is no shame in being a follower to the Lord of Penglai.
It's just that in the past, there were fewer and fewer people in this family. I didn't realize it before leaving Baihemen, but later I realized that he was the only one left.
Following the carriage, his cultivation level would definitely not make him tired, but the feeling of loneliness was too strong. The most irritating thing was that the big black dog was still lying on the car wagging its tail. It was frustrating all the way and it was hard to find anyone to complain to.
In theory, he could talk to Su Qing, but Hou Zhen didn't think he was qualified.
You were lucky enough to follow behind, and you managed to chat with the Lord of Penglai?
How big a face is that?
But now that he was at the door of his house, Hou Zhen felt that he should be able to say a few words.
As a host, entertaining guests is the most basic thing.
"Immortal Lord." Mr. Hou mustered up his courage and walked a few steps quickly. He smiled apologetically after following the carriage. "Look, this is the Thirteenth dock."
"Yeah." Su Qing looked around.
Seeing that Su Qing seemed interested, Hou Zhen became bolder.
"The thirteen fortresses are interdependent and are related to each other. They have a long tradition and the people who live there are very united. There are 400,000 gang members in name, but in fact there are more people related to them. Each fortress has its leader. People, the most virtuous and respected ones should be the masters.”
Hou Zhen straightened his body and said casually: "The Hou family is the number one surname in Shisanwu. I am the oldest and have the highest prestige, so I have been the head of the family for many years. No one disrespects me, up and down... …”
"Old man, stop!!" Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by several half-grown children. They were holding wooden sticks and wooden knives in their hands, and they all looked fierce. "Where are you from? Don't you know this is the Thirteenth Pit? How dare you break in!"
Hou Zhen's face turned white and red, but he couldn't get angry.
The people here are fierce, aggressive and extremely xenophobic. You won’t stop strangers from entering, but you won’t be polite to them either. Judging from the performance of these children, it seems that nothing has changed over the years.
"Go and check to see if they are spies!" the lead child ordered, and a thin boy was pushed out.
"I, can I not go..." The boy was a little scared.
"No!" The leading child was angry. "You are a man from Thirteenth Ward, how can you be so timid?"
The skinny boy glanced at Hou Zhen and whispered: "This old man is quite kind. He is probably not a bad person. Even if he is a bad person, just let the adults do it. We..."
"Trash!" The leading boy lost his patience and kicked the thin boy to the ground. Many stones rolled out of the boy's bag and scattered on the ground. One piece rolled far away and landed next to the carriage.
"Little bastard." Hou Zhen yelled and cursed. "You are older than him, how can you bully the weak!"
The leading boy was startled, then became angry, and pointed at Hou Zhen with his wooden knife. "Who are you to say anything to me? You are older than me, but you are also bullying the weak. I will call my father to beat you."
"Hey, brat." Hou Zhen grabbed the wooden knife and slapped the kid on the back. "I'm trying to educate you bastards, can this be the same thing? Call your parents over, and I'll beat you up in the same way!"
With two clicks, the wooden knife was crushed into sawdust and slipped between the fingers. Staring at the boy fiercely, he took half a step forward.
The head of Thirteenth Wood is a tycoon, and no child can bear this aura.
The children were stunned for a moment, and then ran away.
Su Qing got off the carriage and picked up the stone dropped by the thin boy.
"Spiritual stone."
…
Several children were playing at the entrance of the village, and the strong ones bullied the younger ones. The elders see and exhort earnestly, and the children listen and gain enlightenment. Thank you for your teachings and go home hand in hand.
"Qianzhou Menghualu"
