Chapter 7 Qiu Man ()

Standing at the door of the wooden house, looking out, a river with green waves several miles ahead.

The river water is nearly 100 meters wide, and a floating bridge spreads across the river. A dirt road extends into the dense forest on the other side of the bridge, and I don’t know where it leads. On the side of the bridge stands several civil-structured arrow towers, and two leather ropes are placed on the bridge ten meters long offshore. This is a suspension bridge.

Behind it is a green mountain shaped like a barrier. The two mountains are like two arms protruding out, gently hugging a flat ground with a radius of more than ten miles. The mountain is steep and under the towering trees that are dozens of meters high, there are dense bushes of thorns with poisonous thorns, which is difficult for a mouse to pass.

There is green water in front and green mountains behind. This small flat land has fertile soil and prosperous plants and two streams winding by, which is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land for establishing a family. Just far and near this wooden house in Wuqi, hundreds of large and small wooden houses stand around green trees, and there are flat farmland and vegetable fields between the houses. Several fun-loving dogs are chasing a group of unicorns shaped like elks.

Just now, the man who was delivering food to Wuqi was squatting under a cluster of red flower trees in front of the house, digging out a white tree root. Hearing the movement of Wuqi going out, the man hurriedly stuffed the root into the animal skin on his waist, and turned around and greeted him with a smile.

"Red Flower Vine is specially designed to treat various internal injuries and blood ruptures in women. Hey, it seems that you can't use it, brother."

Wuqi nodded to him gratefully and asked, "Little brother, the name is respected? Wuqi thanks for helping him."

The man was stunned and suddenly laughed: "Wuqi? This name is very nice. The surname is very famous? It is a literary dislike. My nickname is dog, Daming, and Daming. Only when I grow up at the age of sixteen can I get the clan elders named it."

He walked to Wuqi and slapped Wuqi hard. The puppy pulled him to the front of the village and the direction of the suspension bridge.

While walking, the dog proudly boasted about the magical effect of the few kilograms of luminous tiger blood that his father poured into Wuqi the night before yesterday. In his mouth, the blood of the luminous tiger can bring back the dead and cure all injuries. It is simply an omnipotent magic medicine.

Wuqi just listened to the dog's bragging with a smile. He looked at the scenery around him and made some judgments secretly.

The production level here is not high, and it can even be said to be very low. However, the people here are very strong and powerful. He saw several women who went to the river to pick up water. The buckets they were carrying were more than one meter in diameter, which was like two small water tanks.

Every household here often has swords, guns, bows and arrows. A group of little kids are playing martial arts on a small flat ground in the village, and they are all bright and slim. Judging from the weight of those kids and guns, they are at least fifty or sixty kilograms of heavy weapons. These dolls, who are about seven or eight years old, dance these swords to the fullest.

With a sudden inspiration, Wuqi quietly used a secret method in "Shui Source" and injected the "Innate True Water Spirit Gang" into his eyes. His eyes were immediately covered with a faint blue light. His eyes swept over the dolls dancing with guns and sticks. Wuqi was surprised to find that these children were extremely full of blood and a strong qi rolling in his body.

Basically, these children can compare with the elite disciples of the Tanlang group of the Stealing Heaven and Change Rimen. The true energy in their bodies is at least three to five years of hard practice.

After gasping for a breath, Wuqi suddenly realized that the concentration of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air was extremely astonishing.

The "Stat De Sutra" covers everything and contains infinite mystery. This so-called spiritual energy of heaven and earth is also the key mention in the "Stat De Sutra". The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the foundation of all qi-cultivating practitioners. The higher the concentration of spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the faster the cultivation speed, the greater the benefits for practitioners.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the earth has long been destroyed by industrialized production, and it is almost a desert of spiritual energy.

And this small mountain village, the concentration of spiritual energy in this small flat land is almost as high as the level of a lower-class blessed land described in the "Stolen Sutra". No wonder the dolls here have internal energy cultivation, no wonder the dogs around them can grow so strong and burly.

Where the world is full of spiritual energy, even a piece of sweet potato will be more vigorous and plump than other places, let alone people!

Along the way, the dog seemed to be a little famous in the village, and men, women, young and old kept greeting him on the way.

Those who are older call him a puppy; those who are about the same age call him a puppy; those who are younger call him a puppy respectfully. Especially in the village, a few girls who seem to be 70 to 80% of the beauty in Wuqi were even more charming, and they were even more charming from a distance, blushing and greeting the puppy.

The land here is fertile, the world is full of spiritual energy, and the feng shui is excellent. It is a good place to raise people. Although the men raised are as rough and tall as puppies, the girls are delicate and lovely and can pinch water in one hand.

Wuqi looked at those girls, and he couldn't help but feel a little shaken. The agile and graceful natural beauty was unprecedented.

After collecting the secret method of spiritual eyes, Wuqi shook his head. Now he is not concerned about the beauty and ugliness of these girls, but he should understand where he is.

Following the dog boy all the way to the entrance of the village, next to the suspension bridge at the end of the floating bridge, Wuqi saw a few old men holding sticks, and were yelling and beating a few people rolling on the ground.

It's fine for those big men, they are all the same size as puppies, they are all good men who can run on their arms, and beating and scolding people is common. However, the old men who hold Li sticks and bent their waists into bows are quick and they are not allowed to make young people. They hold barbs and curse people on the ground, and their momentum is amazing.

When Wuqi and the dog boy walked to everyone, they seemed to have already vented their anger. An old man coughed a few times, Li Jian slapped to the ground hard, and screamed a few times with a sharp throat.

Several strong men quickly picked up the people on the ground and wiped them neatly with daggers in their hands.

Blood spurted out, and several people twitched all over their bodies and let out an unpleasant scream. The villagers took the hemp rope with all their hands and feet, hung up several people who were constantly squirting blood from their necks, and hung them high under the arrow tower at the bridge.

In addition to these people who were still screaming and bleeding, there were more than thirty corpses hanging under the arrow tower.

Some of these corpses have only been dead for a few days, and some have become mummies. Their clothes have been stripped clean, revealing their dark skin and the colorful embroidery on their skin. The tattoo embroidery patterns are hideous and mysterious, with all kinds of beasts, poisonous insects, and many strange flowers, plants and other objects.

Looking at the men struggling and twitching on the ropes, all the villagers laughed "hehe" from those old men. There was no trace of hideousness in their laughter, only a surprising relaxation and happiness.

Wuqi looked at the scene in shock, and suddenly heard the puppy screaming happily: "These barbarians come to our village to seek death again. Isn't this giving credit to our village for nothing?"

Dozens of people at the bridge head looked here at the same time, especially the old men holding Li staff, who focused all their attention on Wuqi.

Wuqi bent down and bowed carefully to the old men, and bowed with his fists in his hands.

"Boy, my master and my fellow disciples have suffered a great disaster. Fortunately, all the elders are rescued. I am very grateful!"

Not only did the old men say anything, Wuqi had already knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times respectfully to the old men.

The grace of saving lives is still light. Wuqizhen is grateful to the villagers who saved him. They saved him, and thus retained a trace of future opportunities to give Wu Wang and Le Xiaobai a chance to avenge Wu Wang and Le Xiaobai. How could he not be grateful to them?

If it weren't for the lack of things, even the clothes were shattered in the Taixu Great Movement Array, Wuqi would definitely repay them heavily.

Among the few old men, the oldest, who was already skinny and bone-like, with old-fashioned faces on his face smiled. He walked to Wuqi tremblingly and pulled him up with one hand.

"It's all the people of Da Yan, why do you want to talk nonsense? Well, little brothers, are you a ranger and a barbarian?"

Wuqi climbed up along the pole, he stood up, nodded respectfully and said, "The old man's eyes are like a torch, that's exactly what it is."

The strong men behind the old man were in agitation, and they muttered in a low voice, as if cursing the damn barbarians that they owe another blood debt.

Absorbing Le Xiaobai's perverted and evil wisdom, Wuqi quickly analyzed something. He gritted his teeth and swore according to the words of the big men: "Boy, Master and his fellow disciples, all died at their hands. This hatred and this hatred are irreconcilable. When you go back this time, you must study hard and practice hard. In the future, you must slaughter all your enemies and avenge your fellow disciples!"

The great men were talking about barbarians who did not know their origins. Wuqi’s oath targeted them was the lineage of Miaoyuan Daojun in Qingcheng.

However, the two sides were in a close manner, and the old men nodded and praised, and exclaimed: "Good men should do this. You guys who travel around the world hunt barbarians, if you don't even take revenge on the bloody revenge of the master's sect, it would be embarrassing."

The old man who had just helped Wuqi up slapped Wuqi's chest hard, shook his head and said, "But, brother Wuqi, your body is really weak, and you are no match for those barbarians."

After sighing a few times, the old man said attentively: "We have a secret recipe from our ancestral village. We use animal muscles and bones to combine dozens of herbs to increase the size of the muscles and bones. Before leaving, the old man gave you a hundred packs of plasters to ensure that your size will increase a lot!"

After hearing the old man's words, Wuqi was really amused and crying.

His body shape is also considered a standard handsome man on Earth. Although he is a little thin, he is thin but not weak, and his muscles and bones have their own strength.

After obtaining the "Stolen Sutra", he naturally knew that the strength of his strength had nothing to do with his size. However, facing the old man's kindness, Wuqi could only bow down again and thanked the elders of several clans for their whole hearts.

Wuqi swears in his heart that if he succeeds in his cultivation in the future, he will definitely come back to this village and thank the villagers here.

Just as he was making a decision in his heart, a green fireball the size of a fist suddenly shot out from a forest on the other side of the river, hitting a strong man standing on the bridge.

With a scream, the man's body ignited a green flame. His body rolled on the ground for a few times and turned into a pool of ashes.

Several old tribes were shocked, and the villagers who were watching from the arrow tower were already screaming loudly: "The barbarians are coming, so many barbarians!"

The harsh sound of ox horns resounded throughout the village, and a large group of savages wearing animal skins and tattooed bodies suddenly rushed out of the woods across the river.

A thick black gas was surrounded by the savage leader, and a miserable green skeleton the size of a fist was looming in the black gas.

He pointed to the village head fiercely, and the savage leader shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!