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Chapter 79: Overnight in the Village

Piao Tianwen                                                                                                                             �

It was dusk, the sunset was about to set, and the afterglow was reflected. The color of the sky was blue, white, yellow and red from east to west, while the ground was endless white, vast and vast.

After nightfall, Bian Yao spent the night at the foot of the mountain and continued to rush west early the next morning. The snow-covered plains, no undulating mountains, the thickness of the snow was slightly reduced, and it was much easier to walk than before. He would run for half an hour every other hour, so that he could travel a lot more roads every day.

The weather has been sunny in the next few days, and there has been no wind, snow or cloudy days. The area covered by heavy snow is much wider than Bian Yao expected. It was not until the morning of the sixth day that he left the snow and stepped onto the dry land that he had not been missing. He felt relieved after a long period of depression. He sat on the ground with joy on his face, changed his soaked shoes and socks, rested for half a stick of incense, and finally ate a few spirit fruits, adjusted his condition to the best, and ran westward.

Late at night two days later, a cold wind whistled from the north and the temperature suddenly dropped.

When I woke up in the morning, Bian Yao found that the sky was gloomy and heavy dark clouds filled the sky. The cold wind whizzed by, and there were signs of snow.

Without the sun, it means losing direction. However, Bian Yao did not stop and decided to continue his journey based on his memory of yesterday. He did not want to stay in a deserted place to wait for the sky to clear, so he didn't know how long he would have to wait. Although he could enter a state of sleep and pass the time through practice, he did not have the heart to enter the dream and practice.

"Maybe it will snow, or it may not." Bian Yao thought to start running faster, letting the bitter cold wind clamor in his ears, and the distant figure turned into a gray spot on the boundless grassland.

As the evening approached, the wind stopped unexpectedly, but the sky was still gloomy. A river that was not frozen suddenly appeared in front of me, more than ten feet wide, and it was winding from the right side to the front left. Bian Yao was delighted. According to his past experience, wherever there were rivers, there were usually some ordinary people living along the coast or near. Most of these people did not have the talent of a cultivator and were unwilling to live with cultivators. However, they were very kind in nature, yearning for and willing to live a peaceful and simple life.

Bianyao walked along the river and found that although most of the plants and trees in winter had already withered, some fresh green creatures can still be seen on the land near the river, and creatures that are not afraid of the cold will exist everywhere.

After walking like this for about half an hour, suddenly! Bian Yao vaguely heard a panic scream. He quickly turned his head and looked around. He found that there was a black dot not far in front of him. He guessed that the sound should have come from there. Without hesitation, he pushed his toes harder, and his body suddenly rushed out, running towards the direction where the black dot was.

A thousand meters away, a boy about ten years old waved hissing and screaming in his mouth, and hissing and crying. Less than three feet away next to him, a strong snow wolf was biting the neck of a fat sheep, and he couldn't let go of his tears, no matter how hard it struggled.

After a while, the fat sheep stopped struggling. At this time, a large blue stone flew over low, hitting the body of the snow wolf. The boy's hissing sound turned into nothing in his mouth. He was stunned and a look of expectation flowed out of his black eyes.

However, just as the snow wolf let out a low voice, the stone disappeared out of nowhere. The snow wolf did not fall to the ground and die as the child expected. It still stared with its gloomy eyes, and its fierce gaze came out of it.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew by. Bian Yao stopped beside the boy, laughing and said, "What a big fat sheep!"

Seeing Bian Yao who suddenly arrived, Xuelang seemed to notice the danger. He hurriedly let go of the sheep in his mouth, made a series of low whimpers at him, began to slowly retreat backwards, and suddenly turned around and ran away wildly.

"You... are you a dream cultivator?" The boy turned his head and looked at him blankly. The expression on his little face was very excited, and his black eyes were shining.

"It seems that there is meat to eat tonight!" Bian Yao let Xuelang escape and did not chase after him. He turned his head and looked at the little boy, grinned and asked, "Do you live near here?"

The boy nodded obediently, and pointed his hand towards the downstream of the river, "Our village is just over there, you can get there in a while."

"Take me to your village and give you this food." Bian Yao said, taking out a handful of red fragrant fruit and handing it to the boy with a smile.

"Spiritual fruit! I've eaten it twice, it's a bit sweet." The little boy shouted and threw away the wooden strips in his hand. He happily stretched out his hands to take the fragrant fruit, poured them all into his pocket, and then bent down to pick up the wooden strips and said, "You wait first, I'll drive the sheep together first."

Bian Yao smiled back, then walked straight to the dead fat sheep, picked it up with one hand and carried it on his shoulder. After a while, the boy drove the five sheep scattered nearby, and then the two walked downstream of the river together.

In the faint twilight, a few wisps of smoke rose up, and a small village ahead entered the field of view. When approaching the village, Bianyao found that the river suddenly turned into an extremely exaggerated arc, protecting the houses in the village in a semi-encircled way. If you don’t wade, you can only enter the village from the northwest.

A dog barking was heard from afar. Bian Yao followed the little boy to drive a few sheep and walked around for half a circle before reaching the entrance of the village. He saw a row of wooden fences standing in front of him. These wooden stakes were more than one person high. There was a large wooden door at the entrance, which was open inward at this time. There were two yellow dogs standing at the door. After being scolded by the little boy a few tender calls, he stopped shouting one after another and shook his head and tail instead.

The village is not large in size, but there are many trees planted. However, in today's seasons, most of the leaves are withered. The houses are roughly arranged in an circular shape, with only more than twenty households. These houses are built of wood, branches and mud, all of which are low flat houses. In addition, there are several small shacks next to each house, and chickens, ducks and geese are everywhere in the village.

In the village, under a bare and nameless tree, a middle-aged man with dark face was waving his axe to cut wood. After seeing the boy, he smiled and said, "Tuwa, you are very brave, and you drive the sheep out to eat grass again!" When his eyes moved to Bian Yao, who was carrying the dead sheep on his shoulder, he was obviously stunned, "What's wrong with this... what's wrong?"

"Uncle Mu, I met a snow wolf. It was this dream cultivator who scared it away. He gave me the spirit fruit to eat." The boy said excitedly, waving the wooden strips in his hand gently.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly showed respect on his face, and nodded at Bian Yao and smiled foolishly, then continued to swing his axe and chop the material.

Along the way, they met several people, men, women, young and old, greeted the little boy. When they learned from the boy that the boy who came into the village with him was a dream cultivator, the villagers all smiled silly and showed respectful expressions.

After a while, the boy and Bian Yao stopped in front of a dirt house. The sheep no longer needed to be rushed, so they walked slowly towards the sheep shed. On the wooden bench at the door of the house sat a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, wearing a shabby and clean cotton jacket, was lowering her head and sewing a torn gray cloth cotton coat.

"Sister~~ I'm back, one sheep was bitten to death by the snow wolf." The boy shouted at the girl, and the voice could faintly hear a bit of sadness.

"I told you not to let go of the sheep, but you were disobedient," the girl stopped the needle and thread in her hand, raised her head and saw Bian Yao at once, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this..."

"Sister, he is a dream cultivator! He can turn into a big stone, which is that big!" The boy said as he opened his arms to embrace him.

Bian Yao's face turned slightly red, and he was called "Mr. Dream Cultivator". This was something he had never encountered before. Only such ordinary small villages far away from the hustle and bustle would treat him as a rare person like him. He gently put the dead sheep on his shoulder on the ground and said embarrassedly: "I rushed from Qianlian Volcano Group to the Imperial City. For some reasons, I am not sure whether the direction I am heading is right now, so I want to ask someone."

"Imperial City? That's a very far place, I don't know, but my grandfather should know it, but his legs are not very flexible. Please come into the house." The girl smiled lightly, got up and lifted the door curtain, and walked into the house first.

Bian Yao followed in with a smile, while the little boy jumped and followed behind him. A sheep oil lamp was lit in the house and a brazier was placed on the ground. The wood inside was lit. With the light of the oil lamp and the fire of the brazier, an old man with white hair was lying on the corner of the wall.

"Grandpa, this dream cultivator came to ask for directions, wanting to know where to go to the imperial city." The girl stood in front of the pavilion and whispered.

"Imperial City? Oh... I can still remember the direction to the Imperial City. I went there once more than thirty years ago. It took more than eight months to go back and forth, and I almost died on the way." The old man murmured as if he was thinking about himself, as if he was trapped in memories. After a moment, he looked at Bian Yao and said, "It's getting late now. This Lord Mengxiu should stay in the village for a night and wait for tomorrow."

When Bian Yao heard what the old man said, he didn't feel strange. The ordinary people were different from the practitioners. Most of them were walking on the road, unlike the practitioners who could run for a long time. He happily agreed to stay here and stay overnight in the young man's heart. It was better to sleep alone in the wilderness.

When he came outside the house, Bian Yao took action to peel the dead sheep, blew the belly, chopped it into pieces, leaving one of them to cook a pot of mutton soup, and the other ones were marinated for the girl to pickle.

After it was dark that night, other residents in the village also came to the house and brought some food to Bian Yao. He was embarrassed to refuse, so he took out a lot of fragrant fruits and gave them to the simple and hospitable villagers to express his gratitude.

Perhaps because the appearance doesn't look special, although the brother and brother have respect for Bian Yao, they have no intention of staying away from him. Instead, they keep begging him to tell some strange stories outside. After all, Bian Yao is a simple and innocent child. He has no intention of looking down on ordinary people at all, but instead thinks they are very kind.

That night, the old man lay quietly on the bed, not sleeping. Bian Yao chatted with the girl and the boy around the brazier. He happily told them about his experiences. The brother and brother were sometimes stunned and sometimes giggled.

The cold night and the warm village, laughter kept coming. Late at night, the night wind from the north suddenly rose again, and it became more and more violent, bringing a cold chill and snowflakes all over the sky.
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