Qinglian Village is a remote mountain village far away from the Central Plains and close to the wild mountains. At the end of the village, there is a pond with beautiful lotus flowers in bloom. A few small fish are playing leisurely in the water. There are green grass on the road, dots of wild flowers, and light smoke.
Several chickens and ducks were combing their wings beside the farmhouse, and a little yellow dog with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like head pounced from the corner. The chickens and ducks were frightened and flapped their wings, clucking and flying around.
A small stone bridge spans the mountain stream. The bridge is only wide enough for two people to walk side by side. The other side of the stone bridge connects to the vast mountains. Villagers who go to the mountains to collect goods and hunt will pass through this bridge.
On one side of the bridge, there is a huge stone tablet. The stone tablet is very old and weathered. It is covered with moss, covering up the vicissitudes of writing on it.
Village girl Yan Xiangying walked across the small bridge carrying dry food to deliver meals to the people in the stilted building. But when she walked up the steps, she saw a terrifying scene. Her second uncle was lying on the ground covered in black blood, dead.
Not far from the corpse, there was also the corpse of a lion-like or wolf-like beast lying there. The beast looked very ferocious, with a torn piece of human flesh in its mouth.
Seeing someone coming in, Hun Xiaotian opened his eyes with difficulty, "I said, he was already dead when I came here. It was me who killed the lion wolf. Do you... would you believe it?"
After saying these words, Hun Xiaotian fell into a coma. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a wooden bed. In a daze, the outline of a woman appeared in front of him. The man came over and helped him up. A porcelain bowl
It came close to his mouth.
A mouthful of water entered his throat, and he felt a huge pain in his body. With a sound, he spit out all the water in his lower abdomen.
"Hey, slow down!"
The figure patted his back and brought the bowl over again.
Hun Xiaotian drank two more mouthfuls of water and felt better. Looking at the figure with eyes that were close in front of him but unable to see clearly, he asked suspiciously: "Ning'er, is that you?"
The figure replied: "Me? My name is not Ning'er, my name is Yan Xiangying."
"Then...where is Miss Xiangying?"
The figure hummed and replied: "Our place is called Qinglian Village."
Qinglian Village? Hun Xiaotian has never heard of the name Qinglian Village, but he must have entered the territory of the Central Plains.
"May I ask, girl, have you ever seen a woman of the same age as me?"
"The woman you are talking about is called Ning'er!"
Hun Xiaotian hurriedly took her hand and asked: "Have you seen her? Where is she?"
The figure shook off his hand and said angrily: "Hey! You kept calling her name when you were unconscious. Of course I knew it was her, but..."
"But what?"
"But I have never seen her. Did you really kill the lion and wolf? Many people saw you when I carried you back to the village."
"Yes, thank you girl, I'm leaving."
The blow on Qiuwu Mountain broke several ribs in Hun Xiaotian's chest. He had been traveling continuously for the past few days and had to worry about being noticed. He had not yet eaten enough, and his body was already at its limit. In the stilted building, he originally wanted to
Looking for some food, he encountered a lion and a wolf attacking him again. He tried his best to kill the evil beast, but he couldn't hold on anymore and fainted to the ground.
After pushing his body hard a few times, he fell heavily on the bed, and blood oozed from the white cloth wrapped around his chest.
"Hey, hey, don't move around. Your ribs and arms are broken. It took me a long time to wrap them up for you."
The figure hurriedly helped him and kept complaining about him.
"Look at you, your own life is in danger, how can you still think about finding someone?"
Hun Xiaotian swallowed the congestion in his throat and said, "Yes... I was too anxious."
"Okay, don't move around. I'm going to get you something to eat." After saying that, the figure left.
Looking at the blurry back, Hun Xiaotian bowed and said, "Thank you very much, girl."
The door was closed, and the room returned to calm. Hun Xiaotian couldn't see clearly the furnishings in the room. He didn't care about it, at least he was still alive.
I just wonder how Ning'er is doing now?
Slowly, his thoughts returned to that terrifying night. Amidst the wind, rain and thunder, his tribesmen fell one by one. That night he lost all his closest relatives, he lost everything. That night, he clearly saw
A golden feather arrow pierced his chest. He clenched his fists and a trace of warmth appeared in the corners of his eyes. Why was all this happening? Is it just for the stone?
I want to get better as soon as possible, and I also want to find Ning'er, Hun Xiaotian thought secretly.
He began to check the condition of his body. Five ribs were broken and the arm bones were shattered. He had practiced bone clan skills with Chu Xiong since he was a child, so he was naturally very sensitive to his own bones. Five ribs and arms had been simply butted.
, although the size was not completely grasped, it also protected his internal organs from being punctured.
He used the Divine Demon Arm technique and found that when the spiritual power passed through the most important heart channel, it was completely blocked. He used the Emperor Soul Art again, and the result was the same. The heart channel was blocked, but he could use it.
His spiritual power is pitiful.
He found another bead in his Dantian, which exuded warm energy and nourished his bones and meridians.
Grandpa told him that the Corpse Clan has a rare treasure called the "Ding Ling Pearl". This thing is extraordinary in nature, and it has been refined in the body of a thousand-year drought demon for several years, and its magic is endless.
Hun Xiaotian used the technique of turning the God and Demon Arm, and Cui Dong used his remaining spiritual power to wrap up a few broken bones and slowly began to recover.
While I was thinking haphazardly, there was a noise outside the door, and I heard a young man say outside the door: "Is that person in the house? I want to go in and take a look."
"Hey! Li Chun is here, you can't go in, he is seriously injured." The person who spoke was obviously blocked at the door.
"Xiangying, please let me go in and take a look."
"Why do you have to go in?" Xiangying asked in confusion.
"You are my fiancée, and we are about to get married. You are hiding a man in the house. If word gets out, how will it affect my face?"
"You...Li Chunzai...you, why do I have to marry you?" The female voice was obviously angry at what he just said.
"Xiangying, your marriage is a great thing arranged by God. We are married from the palms of our hands. Our families have been friends for generations, and we will become closer to each other."
"Besides, I am now a registered disciple of Liehuo Hall. Do you know where Liehuo Hall is? It is a branch of Qi Dian, the largest sect in the world. It is a disciple of the gods. My future is limitless.
, how can you suffer hardship by following me?"
"you……"
"Okay, don't argue anymore..."
Suddenly, an older voice interrupted them.
"Dad, Li Chun is here..."
"You stinky girl, you came back after rescuing an unknown person, and you killed all the hens that laid eggs for me!" The old voice directly scolded her.
"Look, I won't fix you, you stinky girl!"
The man said: "Uncle Yan, sister Xiangying is young and ignorant. Don't be angry."
"Hey! Look at Chun Zai, and then look at you. You don't know any etiquette at all."
"Dad...you...you guys!" The voice trembled slightly, as if it was very aggrieved.
"Uncle, don't be angry. In fact, I am also worried about sister Xiangying's safety. I heard from the village chief that someone died in the mountains yesterday, and I'm afraid that person was."
Li Chun lowered his voice and continued: "It's... the terrifying barbarian monster in the mountain."
"Ah!" The old voice was obviously surprised.
"No way, he's not." Xiangying said immediately
"Sister Xiangying, you are young and ignorant, don't be fooled by his sweet words!"
Li Chunzai said again: "Those people in the barbarian realm are all demons who eat people without spitting out their bones!"
"Okay, one more thing is worse than one less thing. Regardless of whether he is a monster or not, let him go!" An old voice interrupted him, obviously a little panicked.
"He just woke up and he can't move now. Don't do this! At least... at least let his injury get better!"
The three people outside were silent for a long time, and then the old voice finally spoke: "Tomorrow! If he can't leave by himself tomorrow, we can't blame him!"
"father!"
"Okay, that's it!"
Hun Xiaotian listened to all the conversations between the three of them, and a complex emotion rose in his heart and lingered in his chest for a long time.
"Barbarian realm? Monster?" He smiled bitterly.
After a long time, it was getting dark, and an inaudible creaking sound came. The door was pushed open, and the sound of slight footsteps slowly came over. Hun Xiaotian's nerves were instantly tense.
He got up, just when he thought someone would do something bad to him, the fragrance of chicken soup hit his nostrils.
He had been running around for days, suffered this disaster, was seriously injured and had no food. Although it was just a bowl of ordinary chicken soup, it was better than the elixir for him.
The smell was getting closer and closer. The woman sat beside the bed and gently helped him up. Then a warm feeling pressed against his lips. How could Hun Xiaotian resist at this moment? He opened his mouth and drank.
Got up.
The figure didn't speak, just fed him spoonful by spoonful. In the small woodshed, there were only the sounds of the clinking of spoons and bowls and the sound of slurping soup, and there were no other sounds.
Soon, the figure stopped, and the chicken soup in the bowl was low.
She turned her back and did not leave. Hun Xiaotian on the bed didn't know what to say.
The room returned to deathly silence. After an unknown period of time, the figure said in a low voice with an aggrieved tone: "You are not a bad person, are you?"
Hun Xiaotian is confused. Is he a bad guy or a good guy? He doesn't even know. "I...I'm not a bad person now, but...maybe I will be in the future!"
"Where's your family?"
"They... were all killed."
The girl seemed to be caught up in sad memories and murmured to herself: "You will not be a bad person in the future."
The figure said a word and walked out, and darkness and tranquility returned to the room again.
"Why? Are you so sure?" This chapter has been completed!
