This young man is about eleven or twelve years old. Among children of the same age, he is relatively strong and has good bones. He also seems to have practiced some mental martial arts. There is a stone pier in the yard outside where he practices martial arts every day.
On the way here, Yang Di learned that this young man's name was Bai Xi, which was a very unique name. Yang Di never thought that his somewhat rotten grandfather could give him such a name.
There was no third family member in the house, but there were several spiritual tablets. Yang Di knew that the grandfather and grandson had been dependent on each other for a long time without asking.
Previously, after Yang Di was let in by the town guards, he walked nearby and was exhausted. He happened to be bumped into by the old man Bai who had returned from hunting.
Not long after, dinner was ready, the aged wine had been warmed, the aroma of roast chicken and cooked beef was exuding, and Bai Xi also used local ingredients to stir-fry a few fresh side dishes.
Yang Di took the initiative to pour wine for Old Man Bai. After filling it, he solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, old man, for saving me. I'm very grateful!"
"Haha, little brother, you're too polite. In fact, we, grandfather and grandson, didn't help much, but we caused you a lot of trouble. You should apologize." Old Man Bai said with a bitter smile.
The little old man looks honest and kind, but he is actually a smart man. He saw what happened before, and the young man's actions obviously offended Master Duan.
With Master Duan's reputation in the town, if he doesn't think things through and makes things difficult, this young man may not have an easy life in the town.
Yang Di is also well aware of this. He smiled disapprovingly and said: "It's okay. That unscrupulous master has been talking for too long. You can't always follow him."
"Brother Yang is right. In fact, the people in the town, especially the ordinary villagers, don't like Master Duan much. They all secretly cursed him for his wickedness..." Bai Xi nodded and waved his powerful fist.
Full of enthusiasm.
Obviously, Yang Di's behavior during the day had affected this innocent young man. Bai Xi seemed to be eager to one day no longer look at the expressions of people like Master Duan.
After being here for a long time, Yang Di has learned a lot about the situation in Dragon King Town.
Generally speaking, Dragon King Town is very common in the Mongolian world, but it is a little special.
Ordinary because there are no very valuable mineral resources nearby, so it does not receive the attention of external forces stationed here. Most of the people who live here all year round are semi-cultivation or ordinary people.
The so-called half-cultivation means half-monk.
What's special is the location of Dragon King Town. This town is the southernmost inhabited area in the Mongolian world. Beyond that, there is the terrifying southern wilderness. On weekdays, many people who venture to the wilderness will use Dragon King Town as their foothold.
The stop also brought some business, which is the main source of income for the residents of Longwang Town.
In fact, those who have entered the Mongolian Realm for a long time are not necessarily powerful monks, nor are they all amazing geniuses.
There are strict thresholds for the entrance of the outside world, which requires the body to conform to the laws here. People with good qualifications and strong strength may not meet those requirements.
In order to send as many people in as possible, the selection standards of the various forces are naturally much lower, and they are mainly based on meeting the conditions.
In addition, the most common intention of various inheritances sending troops to the Mongolian realm is to collect the special mineral veins, ancient medicine and other resources here. However, some dirty work is definitely not willing to be done by ordinary monks. At this time, coolies are needed, and those who can
Those who meet the conditions will naturally be recruited by all parties.
Moreover, because it is not easy to transport talents, the pattern of the Mongolian realm has been changing for a long time. The rise and fall are just like the clouds of the past. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi have experienced the rise and decline of countless forces. The troops stationed by some forces even
After several generations, it finally came to an end sadly.
However, it was not easy to leave the Mongolian realm, so those desperate people settled in the Mongolian realm, and gradually gave birth to many descendants and relatives of all kinds.
Nowadays, more than half of the people in Dragon King Town are uncultivated, and there are also a certain number of semi-cultivated people, but there are not many real monks.
Most of these people are the descendants of the ancestors who entered the Mongolian realm in the early days. The blood flowing in many of them may be closely related to a major force in the world of cultivation, or perhaps the inheritance that was sent to their ancestors is no longer in the world.
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Even though they have strong roots, and even though our family is still at the top of their game in the world of cultivation, some people are still having a very difficult time in the Mongolian world.
They have experienced too much, and no matter their bloodline or the foundation of monasticism, they have no longer lived up to the conditions of their ancestors. Therefore, they were abandoned by their own family and became humble relatives who have been wandering in the Mongolian world for a long time...
When Old Man Bai told Yang Di this, he was not just complaining. In Old Man Bai's words, their ancestor's family also had a great background.
"Our first generation ancestors are the orthodox descendants of the Zhan clan, and their settlement in the Mongolian world was once very prosperous. Unfortunately, some people later failed to make progress, and the group gradually declined. At a certain period, even the family could not survive. In the end,
The trees fell and the hozens dispersed, each going his own way. In order to avoid being chased by his enemies, one of our ancestors fled here with his family, leaving almost nothing for his descendants."
Old Man Bai took a sip of strong wine and mentioned the sad things, feeling a little depressed.
"War clan?" Yang Di looked solemn.
"Haha, it seems that young man, you have also heard of that ethnic group that was famous in the world in the past, but unfortunately, now this glorious ethnic group that once competed for hegemony in ancient times has long since withered away. Over the years, I have heard that even in the world of cultivation
On the other hand, the descendants of the Zhan clan are also extremely lonely and can no longer be called a clan..." Old Man Bai took another sip of wine and seemed to be very unwilling when he said this.
Yang Di hesitated to speak. In fact, he had heard of this matter.
The so-called Zhan Clan is actually an ancient ethnic group. The tribe that Zhan Ling and his people belonged to at the time could not represent the real Zhan Clan and could only be regarded as a descendant of the Zhan Clan.
About tens of thousands of years ago, there was a war clan in the world of cultivation. At that time, it had equal capital with the eight major clans.
Unfortunately, something happened to the Zhan clan later on. Not only did the troops stationed in the Mongolian realm fall into despair, but the family also came to an end.
Yang Di originally wanted to mention the situation of the War Tribe in the Law-ending World to the young man and his grandson, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was inappropriate.
Generally speaking, Yang Di does not have a good relationship with the Zhan tribe in the end of the world, because he had a deep grudge with a middle-aged and young leader of the Zhan tribe.
If he said this now, it would inevitably affect the atmosphere, so Yang Di simply kept silent, and subconsciously, he did not associate Old Man Bai and Bai Xi with Zhan Ling and others.
At night, the stars were shining brightly, and the hut by the creek was shrouded in the quiet night. Only a few creepy roars occasionally came from the distance, which was slightly discordant.
Old Man Bai drank a lot tonight and lay on the bed most hypocritically. Bai Xi was very obedient and cleaned up the mess on the table without letting Yang Di interfere.
Yang Di sat alone in the yard, looking at the stars in a trance. Everything in this world was very different from what he had imagined before coming here.
People in the outside world spread rumors that the Mongolian world is the most suitable place for cultivation, but when Yang Di came here, he found that there were many frustrated semi-cultivators, and even many ordinary people who had long since become mediocre.
It stands to reason that the Mongolian world has abundant cultivation resources and would not fall into such a situation.
But if you think about it carefully, this seems to follow some logic.
The resources in the Mongolian Realm originally belonged only to those primitive species. To a certain extent, they were all predators.
But as predators, the people sent in from all sides obviously had no advantage in the competition with those primitive species. Therefore, the predators became prey. They were precarious and needed to put in a lot of energy to survive.
This seems to be trapped in a strange circle. Perhaps the giants in the world of cultivation have already understood this truth. They understand that it is difficult for their people to have a stable foothold in the Mongolian world, but they cannot give up those special and extraordinary resources.
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In the end, innocent people like Old Man Bai, Bai Xi and his grandson became the victims.
They are helpless. They neither have the strong confidence of their ancestors nor the support of their own families, so they can only survive in this dangerous little world.
After thinking about this, Yang Di seemed to instantly understand the look in Bai Xi's eyes before.
That look was clearly a young boy's strong desire to get rid of the fate of the weak, and he was unwilling to accept this status quo.
At some point, the young man walked out of the house, sat next to Yang Di, held his chin in his hands, and said to Yang Di in a blunt voice: "Brother Yang, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about some issues related to you." Yang Di smiled.
"Me?" Bai Xi was surprised, his young face full of curiosity.
"I feel that your cultivation talent is very good, and there is a very special power flowing in your blood, which seems to contain a huge fighting spirit." Yang Di nodded in appreciation. From the beginning, he had been paying attention to Old Man Bai's little boy.
grandson.
"Really?" Bai Xi was pleasantly surprised, but soon, those black and white eyes dimmed again.
He lowered his head and said in despair: "But what's the use of this? Being a powerful monk requires a lot of opportunities and conditions, and people here are busy all day long. In addition to food and clothing, we have to worry about monthly payments every day. I
During the time when grandpa was injured last time, the two of us were almost driven out of the town..."
Hearing this, Yang Di was filled with emotion that he couldn't express. He could naturally understand the meaning of Bai Xi's words.
The so-called monthly payment is considered the top priority of the villagers in the town.
On the surface, the wilderness is dangerous and terrifying, but this town is calm and peaceful, like a peaceful harbor in a storm.
But in fact, all of this is based on strong protection. To put it bluntly, in order to obtain this kind of stability, the town needs to pay a high price to resist the invasion of primitive species.
If you want to do that, in addition to spending a lot of money to hire strong men and build a guard team, you also have to purchase various magical weapons and large array materials.
But these all cost huge amounts of money. There is no doubt that those burdens will eventually fall on these villagers. According to the rules here, they need to pay the monthly payment on time every month.
The so-called monthly payment accounts for a large proportion of the income of these villagers, leaving them with very little living capital. Some people even have difficulty in providing food and clothing. What's worse, they are ruthlessly evicted because they cannot pay the monthly payment. He fled to a safe village and town, and eventually died tragically outside.
To a certain extent, this is more terrifying than taxes from the outside world. It is like an ever-present shackles that has tormented the people here for generations. The situation in Dragon King Town is just a microcosm. This is basically the case in the entire Mongolian world. .
Yang Di was silent for a while, patted Bai Xi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "With your qualifications, you really shouldn't be trapped by such elementary shackles. There is a broader world for you!"
"Haha, what the little brother said is true. This kid is indeed a good seedling. His bloodline has a bit of a return to his ancestors. He has the hope of revitalizing the former war clan, but he lacks a nobleman!"
At this time, Old Man Bai also came out. Although his face was still flushed with drunkenness, Yang Di couldn't understand what he said.
"It seems that little brother is the noble person that Bai Xi needs. We have been waiting for you!" What surprised Yang Di even more was that the old man Bai said this with great certainty.
Yang Di didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Most people would have complained long ago when they heard such remarks. This relationship is too far, right?
However, considering that his grandfather and grandson saved him before, Yang Di would not get angry like this.
He said depressedly: "Old man Bai, why can't I understand what you are saying?"
"A lot of things are hard for me to explain. Little brother, let's see, do you know this person?" Old Man Bai quickly stepped forward and handed a portrait to Yang Di.
Yang Di was wondering, but he glanced at the portrait slightly, and was stunned and speechless for a moment.
"Little fortune teller!" Yang Di exclaimed. This was so unexpected. The person in the portrait turned out to be the little fortune teller he had been looking for.
Yang Di had always kept Old Tianwang's instructions in mind, but it was a pity that he could not find the whereabouts of the little god, but he did not expect that he would encounter such a strange incident here.
Could it be said that the little god also came here and left something behind?
This is really amazing!
"Although I have poor eyesight, I can still see that this young man has extraordinary abilities and is really a living god." Old Man Bai said with great solemnity, "He passed by here and made a divination for the young man and his grandson. , and later he made a divination for himself and told the little old man that one of our nobles will appear soon, and he himself also needed to leave a few words to our nobles to warn us not to miss this person."
"Old man Bai, what you mean is... the little god has predicted that I will appear here, and predicts the future. He is too scary, right?" Yang Di was stunned for a moment. Who would care about such a thing? All unbelievable.
Unexpectedly, the little old man kept saying nothing, and nodded swornly: "Yes, that magical boy also made a divination for you, little brother. This is the inside story that the little old man is planning to tell you!"
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