One hour...

Two hours...

After getting rid of Fangfang's family, Jiang Wuye followed the vague memories of his predecessor and went on another dirt road, running wildly.

Unexpectedly.

During these two hours, I didn't meet that family again, and I didn't even see a single Sibuli.

It seems that Jiang Wuye is the only one left in the hazy white world.

Dada...

There seems to be no way ahead.

Jiang Wuye frowned, looked around, and finally chose a direction to rush into the dense forest.

A few minutes later.

Swish!

When I cleared the clouds and mist, I saw the blue sky, and my vision suddenly became clear.

There is no longer a rolling white fog above my head, but a gloomy sky. Not far away is a dirt road with weeds on both sides, crossing the dirt road...

Qinghe Village is clearly visible in a dead mountain village crawling on the ground!!

"Grass!"

Jiang Wuye took a few steps back, his expression was extremely difficult to see. The light in his eyes changed. He gritted his teeth and crawled back into the white world again.

Two hours later...

Jiang Wuye stood outside the Taoyuan wall that he kicked down in the morning with a gloomy face, and looked back at the white world in the distance.

In a trance, there seemed to be pairs of sarcastic eyes looking at him and grinning.

Five times!

No matter how Jiang Wuye changed directions or how fast he was, he would inexplicably return to Qinghe Village.

During the process, nothing blocked it, and no abnormalities occurred.

He was like a wild beast thrown into a maze, anxious, uneasy, and furious, and still couldn't get any response.

He could feel that in the fog, there were still more than a pair of eyes staring at him, full of mockery, like a lion watching the circus leaping on the fire ring.

Indifferent, ruthless, lofty...

Looking up, I looked at the village in front of me where I could not find any anger or light.

Jiang Wuye suddenly felt a bit like a pasture I had seen in his previous life, or a sheep pen or a slaughterhouse.

The villagers are cattle and sheep in the pen, and they are strangely grinning sheepdogs. The sheepher who is behind them can determine the life and death of cattle and sheep in the pen with one finger.

Born to be confused, die to be confused.

The life in the middle is wasted, and it seems that no matter how hard it is, sooner or later, the ending is destined from the beginning.

Minds fluctuate.

Jiang Wuye felt like he was being shackled. He walked into Taoyuan without saying a word.

Passing by the blood-stained stone again, he stopped for a long time, his eyes were dazed and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

"If you want to eat meat, I have to break your teeth!"

After a few minutes, my eyes gradually became clear.

Jiang Wuye gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, took a deep breath, walked out of Taoyuan, and strode towards a certain direction in the village.

Giving up everything and waiting for death is never his character!

The village became increasingly deserted.

The doors of every household are closed and they are not going out. Even if they occasionally meet someone on the road, they are in a hurry, nodding and leaving quickly, their faces full of fear and anxiety.

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"Sister-in-law, are you at home?"

Based on the memory of his predecessor, Jiang Wuye walked around and went to a house in the village, buckled his index finger and knocked on the door.

"Here...who?"

"Sister-in-law...I'm Xiaoye."

A weak questioning sound came from behind the door.

Scream

The wooden doors that have been in the past make unpleasant friction sounds.

A slightly fat woman with an ordinary face appeared in front of Jiang Wuye, looked at him with a slightly puzzled look, and then gave in.

Jiang Wuye thanked her, followed the woman and looked around.

There is nothing surprising about ordinary farm yards.

To say there is.

I'm afraid that, here, Jiang Wuye can't feel the meaning of being angry.

The local dog tied to the corner of the wall came, and the person didn't even have the energy to look up at him. His head was just hanging on his front feet. His eyes, which should have been full of spirituality, were turbid.

Inside the pigpen, a big black pig looked like a native dog, without any vitality. If it weren't for the ups and downs of his belly, Jiang Wuye would have thought it had gone.

Even some of the unique winter flower species planted in the corner of the yard are drooping and dead.

And the people ahead...

From the meeting to now, I only said one sentence.

That sentence seems to be the greatest spirit she can bring up.

Jiang Wuye clearly remembered that this woman was famous for being so stingy in the village before. As long as she moved her mouth, she could make your ears callous.

Now, it is like an abandoned cat, so quiet that it is unacceptable.

"Mom...Uncle Wuye."

Inside the room, a four or five-year-old child with a braid came up to him. His innocent eyes looked at Jiang Wuye who was following him, as if he had a reflection.

Jiang Wuye touched the child's head and asked to quit the atmosphere, but when he looked at the woman's desolate expression, he sighed in his heart.

Sit down, no tea or water, clear and cold.

The child plays with mud in the yard.

Inside the house, at the table.

The two of them were silently facing each other.

After a while, Jiang Wuye broke the calm and said, "Sister-in-law, although it is very rude. But I still want to ask, is Brother Changfeng's martial arts and books still there?"

Opposite, the woman raised her head and looked at Jiang Wuye's face for a long time. Finally, her eyes were slightly red and a layer of water vapor was filled with.

this……

Jiang Wuye was a little at a loss and didn't know how to comfort him.

"Yes, sister-in-law will get it for you."

After a while, the woman laughed apologetically, wiped her tears, and got up and went into the inner room.

So easy?

Jiang Wuye was stunned for a moment, feeling a little incredible.

But when I thought about it, I felt relieved.

In the end, this world is the orthodox way of immortality, while martial arts is just a path that cannot be used as a prestigious way, and was abandoned for the world a long time ago.

The threshold is low and there is no limit on the roots. When it reaches age, all peddlers and barbarians can practice.

As for the upper limit, well, it’s okay to strengthen your body, but if you want to move the mountains and rivers and go to Qingming, you are delusional.

Not to mention anything else, think about Jiang Dazhuang, a copy of Dali Barbarian Bear Kung bought in the town, which has no talent requirements at all. It has only been more than thirty years since I practiced a semi-finished product.

And the cultivation of immortals recognized by heaven and earth...

There is a clear record that if you enter Taoism in one month, you can cut one armor to practice martial arts!

The gap can be imagined.

Although martial arts secrets are not considered to be a book by person, they are not much better. In some towns with high popularity and long history, there are even cases of publicly selling martial arts secrets in baskets.

Of course, the top martial arts secrets are of course of value. If you collect them, it cannot be said that they are sold on the street or given to others at will.

The iron cloth shirt is a kind of martial arts practice, which is obviously sold in a basket.

After a while, the woman came out, holding a yellowed thread-bound book in her hand, and handed it to Jiang Wuye. Then she sat in front of Zhuo in a daze, without asking what she wanted.

"So, thank my sister-in-law."
To be continued...