The sky above the sea of clouds rumbled in an endless stream from south to north, like thunder exploding from the top.
A ray of light pierced the sky.
Somewhere in the barren mountains in the south of Dongzuzhou, a loud noise suddenly came from the cliffs, and countless pieces of soil flew up.
At the foot of the mountain, there are curls of smoke rising from cooking stoves and a few scattered families. It turns out to be a hidden village.
As a huge boulder fell from the mountain and smashed a millstone in the small village, the strong man hunting on the mountain, several women chattering inside the house, and several children with braids came after hearing the sound.
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Within a short while, there was a completely different argument under the locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Some people say that young people in the village should be allowed to go to the mountains to find out.
There were also some dim-sighted people from the older generation who thought that the mountain god was angry, so they hurriedly warned everyone not to offend the mountain god, and even prevented these young people from going up the mountain.
"There is such a big hole in the mountain. If we don't take a closer look, when it rains heavily in a few days, the whole village will be submerged by mudslides."
"I'm confused. This kind of battle might be the battle between alien beasts and mountain gods in the deep mountains, or immortals fighting. If you enter the mountains at will, you might suffer disaster."
"Old man Luo, when you get old, you have to obey your old age. Just stay at home and say some unreliable things."
"Xiyaozi, I'm afraid that you will offend the gods and implicate our village."
While everyone was arguing, a young and pure voice spoke.
"I don't think there's a need to go."
The little boy has big eyes, thick eyebrows, and a plain appearance, but he seems to be full of infinite vitality and full of vigor.
Old Man Luo bent down slightly and said kindly, "Why?"
The little boy in sackcloth blinked his eyes, pointed at the mountain and said, "Because someone is coming."
...
A man wearing a green shirt appeared in the sight of the villagers.
Until he came to the big locust tree, those people seemed to have not come back to their senses.
The little boy looked at the guy in front of him carefully and felt strange.
For example, although his clothes had a few rips, they were very clean without any dust. His eyes were very dark, which made him a little scared. But the strangest thing was his face, which was very white, without a trace of blood.
White jade is common.
"I wonder what the immortal is doing here...?"
Old Man Luo bent down and asked cautiously.
The previous explosion on the top of the mountain sounded like the earth was shattering to everyone's ears, and now the man in front of them was coming from there. Even a fool would know that it was related.
Shen Yu's voice was a little hoarse and said: "I want to stay here for a while... forty-nine days."
The boy only felt that this person was even stranger. Ordinary people would say a few days, a dozen days, or a few months if they wanted to stay. How could they be so specific?
Old Man Luo was slightly startled and said: "Of course you can, I'm just afraid that the reception will not be good and the immortal will be neglected."
Shen Yu shook his head slightly, thought for a while, and said: "It doesn't matter, I won't treat you badly."
Shen Yu looked at the huge stone under the big locust tree, gently waved his sleeves, and the stone weighing a thousand kilograms floated into the distance like fallen leaves in the wind.
Seeing this scene, many villagers looked shocked and looked more respectful.
....
Shen Yu lived in a blue brick and tiled house at the end of the village. There was an open space in front of the door, surrounded by bamboo fences, which served as a yard.
In the deep mountains, the mist rises, the ancient trees are vast, and the air is exceptionally clear.
Such a god came to the village, and countless people were in awe but also curious.
All day long, many eyes drifted toward that house intentionally or unintentionally. Unfortunately, this immortal seemed to be extremely withdrawn. Since he moved in, the door has never been opened.
No one dared to disturb.
of course there are exceptions.
For example, the boy who once spoke under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Every morning he would knock on the door on time. If he did not get a response, he would not get angry and leave obediently, only to do it all over again the next morning.
Until one time, he really succeeded in approaching the room, and everyone began to worry, fearing that he would accidentally anger the immortal.
But before waiting for a few minutes, the little boy walked out with a confused look on his face.
Countless people gathered around him.
"What did the immortal say to you?"
The village chief, Old Man Luo, asked anxiously.
The little boy scratched his head and said, "The immortal asked me what I wanted to do."
Old Man Luo whispered: "What did you say?"
The little boy said honestly: "I said I don't want to do anything, I just want to see what the gods are like."
"Then what?"
"The immortal asked me what my name was again."
"What did you say?"
"I said my name is Qingshan."
...
In the dimly lit house, Shen Yu sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, eyes closed tightly, fingers kneading, as if he was deducing something.
After a while, there was a faint smell of blood.
Blood spilled from the corner of Shen Yu's mouth.
He wiped it off casually with his hand, then opened his eyes and murmured: "It turns out that someone knocked me thousands of miles away with a knife."
The tone seemed very calm, and also seemed a little emotional.
A few days ago, Li Moran's sword from Broken Edge Mountain knocked him out of Qianliu City and flew in the air for a long time.
Even after these days of cultivation, the remaining cold sword energy was still surging crazily in his body.
If he hadn't suppressed it with his own Dao will, even if he blocked that earth-shattering knife, he would have suffered endless torture in the days to come.
Squeak.
The wooden door was pushed open again.
Qingshan brought in some fruits unique to the mountain.
These days, I often send some fruits, and I am no longer so formal.
"God, did you fly down from the sky?"
Seemingly too silent, Qingshan finally asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.
Shen Yu didn't mean to cover up at all, and said: "I was beaten away and fell here."
Qingshan's eyes widened and he asked worriedly: "What should we do?"
Shen Yu said calmly: "Of course I'll fight back after my injury heals."
Qingshan seemed to want to say something more, but was interrupted by Shen Yu waving his hand.
"go out."
"oh."
Qingshan opened the door and left.
Immediately afterwards, Shen Yu covered her chest and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the ground turned scarlet.
His injuries were serious, and even though he was suppressed in front of him, his body was already extremely weak.
But despite this, his expression remained as calm as ever, and there was a faint flow of true meaning in his eyes.
...
The years in the mountains are leisurely.
The days passed peacefully like this.
On the thirteenth day, Shen Yu finally opened the door and walked out of the house.
The mountain breeze blows, chilling and refreshing.
Qingshan happily introduced various places in the village.
Shen Yu went to the mountains and brought back countless lifeless mountain game.
This meat is enough to feed this small village for a whole year, and the villagers are all smiling.
Then the days seemed to return to the leisurely days at Cuizhu Peak.
Shen Yu wakes up at sunrise and rests at sunset.
It's evening here.
Shen Yu was enjoying the cool air outside the house.
Qingshan came over carrying a wooden stick. This chapter has been completed!