Ping'an Town in the eastern part of the Yantian Empire is a small town with a population of less than a thousand, but as its name suggests, the town has been established for nearly a hundred years and is safe and sound.
Ping'an Town has simple folk customs and honest people. Because the place is small, the neighbors know each other and have a harmonious relationship. The town has never been exclusive, and they are also happy to accommodate tourists and businessmen from other places to stay overnight.
Wait until you are full and full before you go on your way.
On this day, a strange man came to the town. He was in tatters and stained with dust, as if he had fled from a distant place. So much so that the children who smiled at strangers all hid away when they saw him.
Open it, lest you avoid it.
The weirdo gave a helpless smile. He finally walked out of that hellish place and was treated like this by these children.
He stopped a little boy of about six years old with pigtails, and tried his best to put on a very kind smile so as not to look like a bad person who abducted children.
"Kid, is there a place where I can take a bath here?"
The little boy looked at the smiling elder brother and sucked back the snot that flowed to his mouth. His eyes were dull, as if he was looking at a monster. Suddenly, he cried loudly.
"Wow-"
Yan Ting had never seen such a famous scene before. He just asked a question and the kid started crying. Those who didn't know it thought he was here to abduct children.
"Don't cry!" Yan Ting was at a loss, but soon he knew what to do, because when he heard the child's cry, a dozen strong men suddenly surrounded him, and when he saw a dirty
A seven-foot-old man and a six-year-old child stand together, and you can think of something just by thinking about it.
Yan Ting smiled bitterly and began to explain.
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"Little braid, come over for dinner!"
"Come...come..." The little boy ran over in a hurry, not forgetting to squirt the snot from his mouth.
Yan Ting smiled and touched the little boy's head, then picked him up and put him on the stool. Then, the little boy's parents walked out of the kitchen together and put the freshly cooked fish on the table.
Two dishes and one soup, the soup is still fresh fish soup.
"There's nothing good, so let's just make do with it." The man smiled naively at Yan Ting, and then brought a bowl of rice in front of Yan Ting.
"Brother is joking. I'm very happy that you are willing to let me stay here for one night." Yan Ting responded with a smile.
The boy's name is Xu Yue. Because he has braids that look up to the sky, he is nicknamed Xiaozizi. Xiaozizi's home is an ordinary stone brick house. His parents are ordinary residents and their family is not very wealthy.
, but keeping food and clothing is still a big problem. The rare two dishes and one soup appeared on the table today, which shows their welcome and attention to Yan Ting. This made Yan Ting sigh with emotion, and also deepened his gratitude to Xiao Zizi's parents.
feeling.
"Eat food, eat food!" Seeing Yan Ting in a daze, the man took a large piece of fish and put it in Yan Ting's bowl. Yan Ting reacted and quickly thanked her, then looked at the longing eyes of the pigtail and smiled.
The fish meat was put into his bowl.
"Yan Ting, you can eat it by yourself. Yue'er has it, and I've prepared it for him." Xiao Zizi's mother saw Yan Ting put the fish meat into Xiao Zizi's bowl and said quickly.
"It's okay, eldest sister, I'll just eat these." Yan Ting picked up a chopstick to stir-fry wild vegetables, picked up a mouthful of rice and put it in his mouth.
"The pigtail is still growing, so he needs to eat more meat."
Xiao Zhuizi glanced at his parents, as if asking for their permission. His parents smiled helplessly and said to him: "Since my brother gave you food, you can eat it."
The little braid smiled happily,
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Then he ate the fish with big mouthfuls.
Yan Ting touched his head and remembered that Mengran would eat like this in front of her when she was a child. But at that time, it was not given by him, but every time she picked out the fish bones from a large piece of fish, she would directly take them from her bowl.
Grabbed it.
"Eat slowly and be careful of the fish bones." Yan Ting said.
The pigtail nodded, and then continued to eat happily, while not forgetting to sniff.
Yan Ting frowned slightly and asked, "Brother, does Little Pigtail have a cold?"
The man and the woman looked at each other, suddenly paused, and then the man sighed and said: "It's not a cold, it's actually a disease he got when he was three years old. He got like this after a serious illness that time. He saw a lot of
Doctors don’t care.”
Yan Ting nodded slowly and said nothing more.
After lunch, Yan Ting chatted with the man about household matters, while the woman went into the kitchen to clean up, and the pigtail went out to play with a few friends.
"Brother, how far is it from Liucheng?" Yan Ting asked.
Speaking of which, it had been a long time since he had gone back to see An Lingwan. It seemed that more than half a year had passed since that separation. He wondered whether she was still well in Liucheng and whether the Lin family had gone to trouble her.
When the man heard the word "Liucheng", he suddenly said, "Liucheng, it's quite far away, more than two hundred miles away. Yan Ting, where are you from?"
"No, I have a friend over there who I want to visit." Yan Ting said with a smile.
"Oh, that would be difficult. The distance is too far, and I don't know the exact direction. I just heard it mentioned by businessmen in the past."
"It's okay, brother, I don't necessarily...have to go, but haven't you gone to see a doctor in another big city about Xiaozizi's disease?" Yan Ting mentioned Xiaozizi again, but the man's face immediately fell silent.
The man sighed: "We thought about it too, but after living in Ping'an Town for more than ten years, I have almost never traveled far. I have been to all the villages and towns within a few dozen miles, but there is nothing we can do.
We don’t know where the city is, and...we don’t have any money.”
"The main livelihood in Pingan Town is fishing and farming. It is self-sufficient. There are very few merchants and they only sell the most basic necessities. Even the doctors can only treat some common ailments. This strange disease has never been seen before.
However, in order to treat the disease, I have spent all my savings in the past three years. I can’t go to far places, and I can’t treat nearby places. There is nothing I can do.”
This short paragraph summed up the men's sadness and helplessness. They didn't want to help Xiao Zhuzi cure his illness, but they were powerless.
Yan Ting nodded, pursed his lips, and after chatting for a while, the man went to work in the fields, while Yan Ting went out to help take care of the children to prevent them from getting into trouble.
Outside Ping'an Town, a group of people was slowly coming here.
There were about fifteen people in this team, uniformly dressed in black, and they looked like members of the same sect. They all carried swords on their backs, and they all looked heavy.
"Brother, what will happen if we come out without the consent of the great elder?" The speaker was a woman with a beautiful face and a slim figure. She looked at a handsome young man next to her and said worriedly.
The young man said solemnly: "The elder took several senior brothers to Tianmu Villa, but left me at the door. It was clearly intentional. I am obviously the most talented among the master's many disciples. Why did he do the sword-making competition?
Don’t want to take me there?”
"Senior brother, the sect leader died in that battle. You are the future of the sect. Of course, the great elder cannot let you come out casually..."
"Okay, I'm bringing you out this time, not for you to whisper in my ears. The sword-making conference held at Tianmu Villa is a rare event in a century.
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Yes, if we miss it, we will regret it for the rest of our lives." The young man said with a smile.
"Well, Tianmu Villa is the best sword-making villa in the Yantian Empire. More than 80% of the swords in our Wanjian Sect come from Tianmu Villa. This time we hold a sword-making conference and invite many sword sects from the Yantian Empire to attend, it must be
A magic weapon will be born. In the past, everyone in the Sword Sect would try to control the magic weapon forged by Tianmu Villa. If the senior brother can control it with his talent, then his strength will definitely reach a higher level." The woman looked forward to it.
In her eyes, her senior brother is the one with the best talent. Young Master Mo Jian, Young Master Ye and others just have an advantage in age. If they were the same age, her senior brother would definitely abuse them casually.
The young man listened to the woman's words with an expressionless face. He had long been tired of hearing these flattering words, but he knew very well that among the younger generation of sword masters, above him Lin Xie, there was also Young Master Mo Jian, who had Mo Jian.
With swords, pearls and jade in front of him, who would remember Lin Xie?
"There is still more than a year left before the Empire Forum, which is held every twenty years. It is enough for me to break through Yuan Luo. If I am lucky, I might be able to break through to the second level of Yuan Luo realm, so that I can also shine in the Empire Forum.
The brilliance impressed the senior brothers, but it is a pity that I was born two years late. If I had been given two more years, I might not have lost to Mo Jian." Lin Xie was indignant in his heart.
Twenty days ago, bad news came from the imperial city. Wu Xuan, the leader of the Wanjian Sect, died in a battle to kill the Raging Lion, causing the entire sect to panic.
Without a late-stage Yuandao, Wanjianmen is not only severely damaged. Without Wu Xuan, Wanjianmen is equivalent to losing both hands. It is almost no longer qualified to compete with those first-class sects. Now there is only a fourth-level great elder.
Yuandao and several early Yuandao were stationed at Wanjianmen, and the deterrent effect they brought to the sects was far less than before.
However, no one in Cangtian Sword Pavilion died. Although Cangxudao and the Four Swordsmen were injured, they were still alive and well. On the contrary, Wanjian Sect suffered heavy losses.
Thinking of this, Lin Xie became more and more upset.
Mo Jian is the leader of the younger generation in Yantian Empire, but Lin Xie is also the most talented person in Wanjian Sect, and several people recognize him.
He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that would make him famous, and Imperial Theory was such an opportunity.
"Senior brother, there is a small town ahead. We might as well go there to take a rest first. The sword-making conference starts in three days. With our speed, we can definitely get there." A young man next to him said.
Lin Xie looked into the distance and saw a small town a few miles away. He nodded and then galloped away.
Yan Ting held his braid, separated his braid and tied it into two braids, while the other children were making noises next to him.
Just now, Yan Ting said that he wanted to change the hairstyle of the little braid so that it would look better. The little braid believed it and actively let Yan Ting play with it as he pleased.
"Okay!" Yan Ting said with a smile, pushing her pigtails to the river.
The pigtail sucked back the snot from her nose, looked into the river, and saw her own funny scene in the reflection. She immediately pouted and chased after Yan Ting.
Yan Ting also gathered the children and started a chasing game with Pigtail. The children laughed at Pigtail's strange hairstyle. Pigtail couldn't catch Yan Ting, so he chased other people.
After walking past the small bridge, there was a row of taller reeds, and beyond the reeds was the road. The little braid chased a child to the edge of the reeds, and was about to pass through the reeds.
Suddenly, Yan Ting's face froze. A dozen riders were rushing towards him on the road. As long as the two pigtails rushed through the reeds...
"Don't go, don't go..." Yan Ting roared heartbreakingly, and at the same time, his body rushed out like an arrow from the string. The speed that Yan Ting exploded in his extreme state would definitely exceed the speed of the horse. He only hoped that he would
