No one knew that when the imperial capital was in chaos, An Xiaoyu, who had disappeared from their impression, remained in the imperial capital, and was near the imperial capital. He did not leave too far, and An Xiaoyu and the administrator lived in a small mountain village.

In fact, it is hard for the people in the city to imagine that there will be mountain villages around places like the imperial capital. In fact, this is normal. People in the imperial capital have always believed that the imperial capital is the most advanced and prosperous place of the empire. Of course, it is impossible for anyone to live a poor life next to him for such a long time.

But some things are difficult for these people who look glamorous.

An Xiaoyu is now in such a mountain village, wearing old clothes brought from Donghuang. I don’t know where the clothes on the administrator came from, but the administrator with long hair tied behind him looked a little overlap with the young master Pianpian from thousands of years ago.

The administrator finally taught An Xiaoyu's first-hand martial arts, which was a bone-changing technique similar to Zhonghuaran. An Xiaoyu changed her appearance, not because she was afraid of being recognized, but because her original appearance was too outstanding.

After obtaining this martial art, An Xiaoyu turned herself into a thinner image that was even thinner than she was a year and a half ago. It was a pity that bones and muscles could be controlled, but fat was not good, so An Xiaoyu's current image is still very murderous, with a standard giant/breasted loli.

She and she liked this image, so she could lie in the arms of the administrator and even somersaults. Of course, people in the village thought they were brothers and sisters, and no one thought about them in the direction of a couple. On the one hand, it was because the empire had a perfect set of laws, and on the other hand, it was because of their relationship.

Although An Xiaoyu is a very clingy administrator, this handsome young man never seems to have shown many too much spoiled behaviors. People say that the administrator is too mature, unlike a young man of this age. An Xiaoyu said in his heart that being mature is indeed mature, but age is not this age.

An Xiaoyu used Mingyu's name with peace of mind, and not many people would know the administrator's appearance and name, so they simply did not change it. The villagers were more curious, what are your surnames?

They all knew that the young men who came to their village when the New Year was approaching, lost their homes because of the turmoil in the imperial capital. They felt that it was not easy to live in the big city now, so they came to the mountain village in the suburbs to settle down. There must be a story behind them that makes people cry.

There were only more than 30 people in the village, living in a valley halfway up the mountain, and treating them very well with the outsiders. With the help of the villagers, they built their own wooden houses on the frozen soil, and An Xiaoyu didn't know what the administrator could do.

It was probably the craftsmanship of ancient times. The houses made of wood by the administrator looked much stronger than those built by cement bricks and stones. When the villagers were shocked that the administrator had the strength, they praised the way he built the house. They all said that the administrator would help them repair the house in the spring of the year.

The administrator casually perfunctorily, and An Xiaoyu smiled proudly from the side, as if the villagers were praising herself. They didn't care whether they would be there next spring, nor did they care whether the administrator would condescend to repair the house for them.

When An Xiaoyu followed him out of the imperial capital, the energy in his body was sealed by the administrator, and finally walked here on foot. He told An Xiaoyu: "Since you want to live such a life, you must take this kind of life for granted. Don't think about when you will leave, maybe we won't leave?"

I don’t know if the administrator was lying to her or fooling her. In short, An Xiaoyu couldn’t see through the administrator’s mind and thought about what it was, as if she really planned to live here for the rest of her life. The wooden house was set up, and she bought pots and pans from the people who ran to the mountain with goods at the foot of the mountain, and then lit firewood in the fireplace.

Every morning, the administrator would go to the mountain next to chop firewood. Of course, there would be no such much ready-made dry firewood at this time. The administrator would secretly use the rules to dry the wood, and then turn it into firewood. The rest would be made into a fence wall, and a large and small yard was encircled in the corner of the valley.

According to his explanation to the villagers, in the future, they will plant peach trees here and then use them to make peach wine. Then everyone will watch peach blossoms and drink peach wine together. The villagers didn't say anything, but only said that the mountain is a good place to plant peach trees. Then the administrator seriously discussed with the merchants who came to the mountain to exchange for mountain goods every week and asked for a large bag of peach pits.

Then the villagers watched the brother and sister put a handful of soil from the yard with a broken pot of clay pot, and the little girl put a peach pit into the soil with full expectation. Then the little girl came out with a pot of clay pot every day, and never wanted to let go.

No one told the little girl that peach pits will not sprout in winter, nor did anyone tell her that peach trees should not be planted in flower pots. It was just that people who passed by the door every day, and even merchants who came here to deliver goods would look at the cute little girl and asked with a smile: "Girl, has your peach tree sprouted?"

Every time An Xiaoyu would smile at them innocently: "It's soon! It's definitely soon!"

But An Xiaoyu was not happy at all. This was the problem the administrator asked her: "Before school starts next spring, I want to eat a peach, come on."

An Xiaoyu was unhappy: "I think you are really thinking about peaches, how can you grow them in the middle of winter?"

The administrator lay on the rocking chair he made, and said with a smile: "I don't care. In short, it's just this requirement. When I eat peaches, we can leave and return to the imperial capital. Otherwise, you will never think about leaving for the rest of your life. If you can't control the law of cause and effect, it's useless to go back."

An Xiaoyu was a little discouraged. She knew that the key to shackles her three chapters now is the law of cause and effect. Cause and effect are her entry-level rules. As a result, the three-yuan power can allow her to enter the third chapter, but it is impossible to help her approach the earth spirit under the limitations of the heavenly way. The law of rotation is someone else's, and now the experience of the law of cause and effect is also someone else's, and An Xiaoyu feels uncomfortable when she thinks about it herself.

But it is not so easy to understand the law? Moreover, the administrator has blocked his energy, and his soul is no exception. Without the medium, it is even more difficult to feel the law. An Xiaoyu is thinking hard every day. How should an ordinary person understand the law?

The administrator said: "How do ordinary people understand the laws? Do you really think that the practice of practice has existed since ancient times? Do you know how those who could not practice and enter the Tao with spirit in my era went through all obstacles and opened up two paths of practice?"

"Aren't it the ancestor of Humanity?"

"He?" the administrator sneered: "It sounds good to say, it is a who coordinates the overall situation. It is not good to say. He just traveled all over the world, secretly learned other people's skills, and then kneaded these things into a ball. Without a practical foundation, relying solely on the genius himself, where does the superstructure come from?"

An Xiaoyu had no way to refute it. She didn't know what happened in ancient times. You who have lived for tens of thousands of years were right. But if you really did what the administrator said, without using energy and soul, there would definitely be other ways to understand the laws.

But the problem is that although she retains the connection to the laws now, this connection is just a connection, representing her cultivation level. In other words, any practitioner who has reached this level of cultivation will have such connections. Without energy, how can he find the rules through such connections?

Holding the pottery jar, An Xiaoyu sat under the eaves again in a daze today.

The villagers were almost getting used to it. Mingyu girl liked to be dazed in the snow and ice. I don’t know if she should sigh that her body was resistant to freezing or that she was a silly girl. Since they saw this little girl, they have fallen in love with this little loli who likes to laugh. Unfortunately, she started to be stupid as she smiled.

Frowning and looking at the ice slithers on the eaves, An Xiaoyu sat on the wooden horse and swayed. This was done by the administrator after she asked for a rocking chair. After she finished, she watched An Xiaoyu ride on the horse. The administrator was really happy for several days and laughed every day.

The clay pot in his arms was a little cold. Although it was a human spirit body, he still had feelings for the outside world. An Xiaoyu couldn't help but change his posture, moved away from the already hot place, put his palm on the cold clay pot, and couldn't help but frown and think hard.

Every person who passes through the door to go into the mountain to collect herbs and hunt when he sees this scene, he can't help but guess what cute things are being thought of in the little head of this cute little girl? Thinking of this, they can't help feeling refreshed.

Heavy snow may be a scenery for the people in the city, and the snow-covered mountains and rivers are also a good source of poetry. However, for these people living in the mountains, heavy snow is not a good thing. The constant heavy snow represents many bad things in their lives.

For example, it is even more difficult for them to find the traces of wild beasts. The footprints and feces of wild beasts will be quickly covered by falling snow, making them unable to find prey. Traps will also lose their effect in such an environment. Many pits will turn into ice holes overnight. Not to mention falling into them, even jumping on them twice will not trigger the original mechanism.

For example, the obstruction of vision makes their bows and arrows lose their accuracy. Especially for those fast-moving but smaller hares, foxes and pheasants. You can't expect all hunters to fight with tigers and chase antelope.

For example, the passage of energy and the concealment of the road, every time the mountain people go out of the village, they worry about whether they will chase their prey and walk away, and finally get lost in the mountains and forests, and finally freeze to death and starve to death in a place where no one knows. This life ends like this.

The administrator pushed the door and walked out. When he saw An Xiaoyu shaking on the wooden horse with a clay pot in his arms, he couldn't help laughing again. An Xiaoyu turned his head suddenly and glared at him fiercely. Then he put away his mocking and tightened his old clothes: "Let's go!"

An Xiaoyu jumped off the wooden horse and followed the administrator with a clay pot in his arms.

The administrator carried a longbow made of basswood, horns, sheep tendons and deer skin glue. The bowstring was a synthetic fiber load-bearing rope bought from the merchants, and the arrows were slender poles simply cut from solid bamboo, paired with pheasant feathers.

In the mountains, all income in winter comes from hunting and picking. Of course, the medicinal materials in the mountains cannot be everywhere, and in winter, there is certainly less harvest. Therefore, mountain people have to go out every day, not to ask for large animals to be able to catch a few more bites of meat, and fur can also be exchanged for oil and salt.

Since you want to live here, An Xiaoyu and the others are certainly no exception.

The administrator's bow-making technique has attracted too much attention. The entire village is not a bow and arrow made of wooden strips and bamboo strips? The old men who have been hunting in the mountains for their whole life have never seen such a beautiful long bow with such a strong force. It is said that it is an ancient craft.

In fact, it is indeed the case.

An Xiaoyu watched the administrator spend a week making this bow. Even if the power of the law reduces the waiting time, it still takes one week to complete. The administrator said that this was the bow and arrow making process in the army when the Three Thousand Emperors led the human army.

The process of military composite bows is still very complicated. First, you have to choose a tree that grows well. The administrator searched in the mountains for a whole day before dragging back the best basswood. This kind of wood is most suitable for making bows, but it is rare now, and many of them may not be found in the mountains.

Select the best section, cut the wood open, take out the solid wood heart, and cut it into wood pieces with different horizontal and vertical textures through these wood hearts in a fixed shape. These horizontal and vertical wood pieces will form the entire bow body, ensuring the toughness and firmness of the bow body, and also increasing strength.

Then there are sheep tendons, which use the tendons of the antelope on the mountain. These tendons are left by the people in the village. They have been air-dried and are just suitable for making bows. First, dry and scrape these tendons into fibers, then wrap them on the wood chips, and fix the wood chips together through the tendons.

The deer glue made from deer skin glues the tendons and wood chips, and adds a squeezing device made of ropes and wood chips to pinch all these things together. This will take a few more days to dry them every day. The most important thing is to use thin slices cut from sheep horns to layer them on the bow and increase strength. Finally, a layer of natural paint made of resin is applied, and after the strings are applied, it becomes the finished product.

An Xiaoyu tried to restore his body once. Even if the power of the human spirit body was the power, it would be quite difficult to pull the bow. It is hard to imagine what kind of scene it would be when everyone equipped with such a long bow when the human army was ejected at the alien race.

The administrator also said: "The best material should be made of an extinct tree. Of course, other materials will also be upgraded, such as wood-based alien fascia, glue made of snake fire demon tribe that coexists with the three attributes of water, earth and fire, and the horns of some ghost tribes..."

"Okay, don't say it anymore, it's too barbaric." An Xiaoyu suddenly felt nauseous. Humans and aliens have indeed been hostile and fighting for a long time, but aliens can continue to eat people, but humans cannot continue to treat aliens with such an attitude. This is the advantage of racial evolution.

The administrator shrugged: "There are actually many ways to make arrows, but they are designed for alien armor. When dealing with wild beasts in the mountains, ordinary bamboo sticks are actually full. After all, the strength of this bow is very strong, and it is still possible to reduce ten times with one force."

So the two closed the door of the courtyard and walked towards the mountain with bows and arrows and hunting knives. The others were a little envious. At the beginning, they were worried that something would happen to the girl when she followed her into the mountain, but the administrator went out at the latest every day and came back as early as possible, but there was no scar on his body and brought the most prey. They didn't have much thought, and they also developed a hint of curiosity and awe for the young man.

In such a place, only those who live in the hearts of people with the highest status and strong strength seem more important and respectable than outside.

In fact, An Xiaoyu also carried a knife in her arms. Although she said goodbye to her previous life, she could not bring everything. An Xiaoyu often held a hard thing in her arms. Without the power of the law, she could not use that kind of deformed high-end product. She was carrying a standard dagger from the Military Commission, which was just the right size for her now.

The two of them were very harmonious when they entered the mountain. An Xiaoyu found a stone to sit down. The wild beasts in the mountain were probably not her opponent. This is not just a matter of energy. Of course, ordinary people are not that easy to deal with wild beasts. The human spirit body and the double flower knife are An Xiaoyu's reliance.

Of course, the biggest reliance is rich combat experience.

Until now, An Xiaoyu has experienced many battles, but dozens of battles are always present. Even if an ordinary person survives so many battles, he can become a master, let alone a practitioner? So An Xiaoyu sat on the stone and dealt with cause and effect with all his heart, and the administrator went out to hunt and support his family.

In fact, sometimes when I think about it, An Xiaoyu thinks that such a life is indeed quite good. I think Mingyu and the administrator lived in a small building, maybe the same was true. Later, people had no idea about what happened back then, and An Xiaoyu just wanted to feel the present.

Unfortunately, the administrator always loses the scenery, and a rabbit with bloody huh was thrown into her arms: "What are you stupid? Let the seeds sprout quickly!"

"snort!"

Not long after, the administrator dragged a deer back. Today, he was lucky and directly encountered such a big guy. The administrator clapped his hands and said, "When I go back to invite the villagers to dinner, I have helped us a lot these days, and I will divide it up when the time comes."

Of course, An Xiaoyu doesn't care: "I want to leave a leg."

"Okay! I'll leave you two legs and a deer head by the way, and make up for whatever you eat."

An Xiaoyu pounced on the administrator's back and sang his claws. The two of them returned to the village in this way. The old man in the village was immediately surprised: "Bao! What a big deer!"
Chapter completed!