Facing the setting sun, Chen Mu walked into the gathering area and couldn't help but hesitate.
The market street, which was relatively neat in the morning, is now in chaos.
Broken clay pots, bamboo baskets with exposed bottoms, and straw mats torn into several sections.
"Is this a follow-up to last night's incident?"
Chen Mu walked quietly behind a big tree.
The lips moved and the five ghost bags opened.
He stood in the shade of a tree, quietly observing the hurried crowds of people.
The laborers have not yet come down from the mountain.
The common vendors who set up stalls were missing.
However, there were a few government officials not far away, and when they saw someone, they would shout and drive them away.
An old man was dragged out of the tent by the government officials.
He rushed into the tent and smashed and looted it.
Finally, he kicked the old man a few more times, cursed and left.
…
Old man Liu felt that he was extremely unlucky.
Business has just picked up a bit, and I managed to sell three bottles of Dali Pills.
At night, the government officials robbed me of my money and even gave me a beating.
Taking a piece of gray cloth to cover his broken forehead, Old Man Liu sighed.
"What's going on?" An indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Old Man Liu trembled in fright, turned around suddenly, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person clearly.
"It's you, Brother Yang. I thought those black dogs were back again." Old Man Liu was still frightened.
Chen Mu nodded expressionlessly, acting dull and taciturn.
"County Magistrate Li Qing was dissatisfied with the construction progress and sent those black dogs to supervise the work."
"Here in the gathering area, adult laborers must repair the altar."
"It's a good thing you're not here, otherwise I would have been caught."
Chen Mu felt relieved, but couldn't help but frown.
"It's not because the strong man died and Lu Jin was seriously injured, it's because of the altar."
"Capturing a strong man? It's a bit troublesome."
“The gathering area is going to become a place of right and wrong.”
Old Man Liu sighed and packed up the medicinal materials that had been thrown on the floor.
"What are your plans next?" Chen Mu suddenly asked.
"What else can I do? Just pack up and leave."
"Being punished three times a day, my old bones can't stand the torment." Old man Liu shook his head lonely.
As he got older, he originally wanted to make a fortune and then find a rural village to settle down for the rest of his life.
As a result, the government officials suddenly came in, and they were ransacked three times in one day, and all the coffins were gone. Thinking about my future life, I felt at a loss.
Continue to work like a doctor? And then I don’t know what day I will die in a foreign land? The future is uncertain...
Chen Mu looked at the medicinal materials on the ground thoughtfully: "I need a batch of medicinal materials."
"You don't plan to leave?" Old Liu was startled.
The gathering area is clearly no longer habitable.
Unless you want to work as a laborer in the mountains.
"The demand is huge, can you find it?" Chen Mu said calmly.
With his current strength, if he hides. It was difficult for the government officials to find him.
"Are you serious?!" Old Liu Tou was overjoyed.
"The collected medicinal materials will be delivered to my wooden house, cash on delivery." Chen Mu said.
"Brother Yang, don't worry, the old man will deliver the goods even if he works hard." Old Liu Tou rubbed his hands excitedly.
The things Chen Mu wanted included medicinal materials and inconspicuous vegetation on Xiaodong Mountain.
Collect it from laborers at a low price and sell it to Chen Mu at a high price.
He made a lot of money from the last transaction!
Chen Mu didn't care about the premium.
Many of the antiseptic materials used in the rice balls are local vegetation in Xiaodongshan.
He needs to collect a large amount as soon as possible to facilitate the production of food reserves.
…
Outside the wooden house at the foot of Xiaodong Mountain.
Chen Mu's face looked ugly.
Pots and pans were thrown all over the floor, and books on the table were torn. It seemed like someone had been searching page after page unwillingly.
The two dried hares hanging under the eaves also disappeared.
That group of greedy government servants, under the pretext of seizing young men as supervisors, ruthlessly raided the gathering area. My own family was not spared.
"We can't stay here any longer."
Fortunately, he put the important things into the five ghost bags, otherwise the loss would have been huge this time.
the next day.
Chen Mu packed up the cooking utensils and bedding, and brought the remaining tent used when wallpapering the Five Ghost Bags.
As soon as the day broke, we carried the bamboo basket and climbed into the misty Xiaodong Mountain.
He will leave in more than ten days.
There is no need to conflict with the Yamen.
Find a place in the nearby mountains to hide from the supervisors and say goodbye when the departure date comes.
…
two days later
On the north side of Xiaodong Mountain, behind Qingfengguan, there is a pool under a small stepped cliff.
The water surface bubbles and springs gush from time to time.
A small stream protruded from the edge of the pool and flowed down the mountain.
There is smoke from cooking pots next to the pool. Chen Mu was wearing a gray cloth scarf and waving the spatula in his hand.
The fish meat that is shredded into thin strips will be turned over after a slight contact with the bottom of the pot. The residual heat penetrates inward, evaporates the water, and scorches the skin.
Spices, honey, medicine, all kinds of flavors slowly blend together, and the alluring smell of sweet and slightly burnt fills the air.
He has been hiding here for two days.
Put up a tent and carve out a simple shelter.
I don’t plan to stay for a long time, I just want to prepare dry food for the journey here. Waiting for departure date.
He tried to ask Jie Jia if he could leave early. Jie Jia flatly refused.
Chen Mu didn't understand very much. Are there really so many killer missions in Qingshan County?
While he was concentrating on frying pork floss and making Bigu Dan.
A childish voice suddenly came from above the head: "What are you doing?"
Chen Mu looked up.
On a small cliff four meters high, squatting was a little Taoist boy who looked like he was carved in pink or jade.
Sincerely?
How did this little Taoist boy find this place?
Discovered by Qingfengguan?
Will they send someone to arrest me to repair the altar?
Chen Mu was a little helpless. You haven't just settled down for two days and are moving again, right?
These days of hiding and hiding are really a bit embarrassing for the time traveler.
"It smells so good." The little Taoist boy didn't get an answer. He stared at the pot and swallowed greedily.
"Want to eat?" Chen Mu smiled.
"Think!" Chengming Xiaodaotong's eyes suddenly lit up.
Chen Mu's smile faded and he said coldly: "Go back and ask Fatty He, the pyrotechnician, to do it for you."
Chengming: "..."
"Brother Chen, just give me a taste. I promise, just one bite!" The little Taoist boy was not discouraged. He stepped forward with his short legs and ran to Chen Mu along the path beside the cliff like a rabbit.
"Do you still remember me?" Chen Mu was surprised.
The last time they met was a year and a half ago.
The two of them didn't interact much, and they couldn't speak a few words a day.
And the other person is just an eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy.
"Of course!" Chengming held his head high and looked proud: "Master said that I have an extraordinary talent, which is called photographic memory!"
Chen Mu: "..."
What to do if you feel a little envious.
I don’t have a photographic memory for any time traveler, how can you, a little Taoist boy, still have this ability?
"Brother Chen, give me something to eat. I promise, just take one bite!"
…
On the stone table next to the stove, Chengming was holding a large bowl with a human head, which was filled with fried fish fillets with the bones removed.
"In other words, you came here on your own." Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
Cheng Mingming ignored it and just stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a hamster.
Chen Mu grabbed the porcelain bowl.
Chengming looked at Chen Mu aggrievedly and nodded: "Master and the senior brothers were busy all day, so I ran out to play by myself."
Chen Mu returned the bowl to the little Taoist boy.
At least you don’t have to worry about being driven away or captured.
"Don't tell the Taoist temple about my stay." Chen Mu threatened with a straight face.
"Then can I still eat fish fillets tomorrow?" Chengming was not only not afraid, but looked at Chen Mu with bright eyes.
"Yes!" Chen Mu rolled his eyes. You learned how to rip off people at such an early age, you are really good at it.
"It's a deal!" Chengming continued to eat.
After eating a large bowl of fish, my stomach is still flat.
"Uncle He said I'm a rice pail." The little Taoist boy looked proud.
See what you can do!
"Here, eat two good things." Chen Mu smiled and placed two Bigu Pills on the ground.
"What is this?" Chengming took it and stuffed it into his mouth.
You are so naive, you dare to eat if you give it.
"Bigu Pill." Chen Mu said solemnly.
Cheng Ming stared at Chen Mu with a sullen face and said nothing.
"Rice ball, rice ball, meat floss rice ball!"
"If you don't want to eat, give it back to me!"
"Eat!" The little Taoist boy immediately stuffed another one into his mouth.
I ate three pills in a row and wanted more. Chen Mu didn't dare to give it, for fear of breaking it.
Chengming, however, stared at the Bigu Pill in Chen Mu's hand with a greedy look on his face, his stomach still flat.
"You are really a foodie." This appetite is almost comparable to his.
…
"It's normal." Jie Jia picked up a piece of pan-fried fish fillet lightly and said, "If you are born with a Taoist instinct, it's not unusual for you to eat a lot."
Daogu? Chen Mu heard a new vocabulary.
"Don't think about it. They are not from the same world as us." Jie Jia said calmly.
"What's the meaning?"
"Ten years of training, a hundred years of cultivation. Even if you are gifted, you have to practice hard. If you become a wanderer at the age of thirty, you can be called a genius." Jie Jia suddenly said with deep emotion.
"After that, I will accumulate my energy and strengthen my soul. When my soul reaches the level of armor, my whole life will pass."
"But a person who is born with a Taoist body can complete training in a hundred days and become a Jiapo in three years."
"Can this kind of person be the same as us?"
This was the first time that Chen Mu saw Jie Jia talk so much.
"Vigor, is it really that difficult to practice?" He was proficient in it, so he didn't find it difficult to practice the art of form, and he didn't take courage seriously.
Seeing Jie Jia so sad, Chen Mu couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Immediately I thought of Chengming.
Isn't this little guy the kind of person who is born with integrity?
"Don't think about it. This kind of person will be taken away as soon as he appears. You will never see him."
"There are many people with big appetites because they are born with supernatural powers, have the blood of alien beasts, and take shape-changing drugs, which will make people eat a lot." Jie Jia finished speaking in one breath, took out a white silk cloth and slowly wiped his mouth. He quickly regained his composure and returned to his unrippled state again.
…
After dinner, watching Jie Jia disappear into the thick mountain fog, Chen Mu pondered with an ugly face.
This world is really unfair.
I worked hard from dawn to dusk for a year and a half, but still couldn't complete the training. But some people can practice it casually.
Chen Mu felt helpless in his heart, and his face became increasingly gloomy.
And courage. Jie Jia practiced until his hair turned gray, and then he developed courage. A person with integrity only needs three years
Chen Mu clenched his fists hard, his nails digging deeply into his flesh, and he gritted his teeth and thought: "It's so difficult to break armor, what about me?"
My predecessor was just an ordinary scholar with a poor physical condition. What he practiced was the kestrel training technique, which was a bad street technique.
"Easy to tendons, easy to bones, easy to easy marrow"
"Ten years to practice form, a hundred years to practice soul."
"I have been practicing diligently for a year and a half, but I haven't even finished Yi Ming!"
"When will an ordinary low-level warrior like me, who has no resources, no teachers, and no backing, be able to make his mark?" Chen Mu's face was full of grief and anger, and he stared at the gray wall of proficiency in front of him.
Kestrel training technique: 5209/10000/Level 3;
"Huh? It can take up to three months to complete the training?!"
Chen Mu blinked.
"snort!"
He put away the gray wall fiercely.
"These foreign objects!"
"Disrupt my Taoist mind!"
"It's okay not to look!"
