At the door, a tall man wearing leather armor and a bearskin cloak shouted in a rough voice: "The day after tomorrow is the last material handover before the ice erosion. Hurry up and take what can be turned over to the meeting hall, otherwise there will be no food for the winter!"
After the tall man shouted, he hurried to the next house and shouted again.
Shang Yu leaned against the door frame with his arms folded and looked at the sky for a while.
Ice erosion is equivalent to winter in other places, but it is much more serious than winter. During the ice erosion, the ground will be covered with frost, and the sky will continue to rain hail for three months. Ordinary people cannot survive in such a climate, let alone
Walked.
At this time, everyone would eat, drink, and defecate in their own stone houses, and would not open the door until the ice erosion passed.
Therefore, food and firewood are indispensable, but the wilderness where Shan Village is located is in short supply of these two things, so he has to take fur weapons to a town a hundred miles away to exchange them.
"What are you doing here?"
Shuya's soft female voice came through the vast icy fog, and her slender figure became clearer and clearer.
Shang Yu's face softened, and his eyes fell on her thin robe, "If you can take good care of yourself, why should I worry."
Feng Xi lowered his eyes and smiled, "If you don't have the guts, take care of me."
"How dare I care about the teacher."
Shang Yu stood up straight, left the door frame he was leaning on, took her pale and cold hand, frowned slightly, "I'll give you another injection."
"You know, it's useless." Feng Xi was as quiet and indifferent as usual, as if nothing mattered, including his own life.
Shang Yu was also used to her attitude, so he just glanced at her and said, "Of course I know that my medical skills have reached a bottleneck and I need someone to practice with me."
Feng Xi was speechless. It was indeed difficult to manage the child when he was older.
A fire was lit in the hearth, and the stone house gradually became warm. Shang Yu could not light a fire when she was alone, and her body could still withstand the cold.
But Feng Xi was different. Feng Xi was seriously injured on the battlefield, her cultivation was destroyed, and her body was weak. However, she dragged her sickly body to carry her original body, who was three or four years old at the time, across the continent to this remote place.
Coming from a barbaric land, the once prosperous people changed their appearance into ordinary people incognito, and were willing to live teaching in this inconspicuous small village.
For the original person, apart from the hatred of country and family, she is the most important thing.
Feng Xi fiddled with the bonfire, and the cold air on his body dissipated a little, "The ice erosion is coming, and the food and firewood that can be distributed are not enough. I will go out with the hunting team tomorrow."
Going out hunting can increase the allocated share.
Shang Yu immediately refused, "No."
The reply was so decisive that Feng Xi laughed, "Do you still want to burn the books over there to keep warm?"
Where did the books come from? Feng Xi changed the paper and wrote them word for word. How could they be burned?
"I'm going to learn how to hunt."
Feng Xi shook his head.
The single village is a commune system, and each person's materials are composed of two parts. One is the basic quota, which will be distributed equally. The second is the contribution quota, which will be distributed in proportion according to the fur products, weapons, etc. that each person turns in every day. After completing the contribution quota
The remaining items are used as personal surplus food.
However, some people in the hunting team felt that they were highly cultivated, hunted a lot, and made great contributions to the village, and they constantly asked for additional increases in their share. As a result, the basic quota of public ownership was greatly reduced, and the lives of ordinary villagers became increasingly difficult.
The only thing Feng Xi can do is teach people to read. People who are literate have a sense of sacredness to the villagers in this remote place, so they are willing to pay a little food to learn. This allows Feng Xi, who originally had nothing, to safely raise Shang Yu.
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However, in recent years, the basic quota has become less and less. The ordinary family has no surplus food and cannot protect itself. And she, Feng Xi, is not someone who begs for mercy, so of course she chooses to do it herself.
Without her cultivation, she is not vulnerable and can still deal with some wild beasts.
"Besides"
Shang Yu intercepted her words, "Besides, Laishan and others in the hunting team will protect you."
Feng Xi's face didn't change, "Yeah."
Shang Yu was speechless.
A night of silence.
Before dawn, Shang Yu glanced at the people beside him, recited a sleeping spell, then got up, washed up, and went out with his bow and arrows.
At this time, there was still a green ice mist outside, and only the arc outline of a heavy stone house could be vaguely seen. She walked through the ice mist to the open space to the east. The open space was usually used by hunting team reserve personnel to practice martial arts. At this time, people had gathered.
A large number of people.
Xuesong, a bearded man who acted as the master, had his arms bare and his hands on his waist, shouting at number 3o, "Those in the acquired realm will go out first!"
Nine people did not dare to delay and immediately ran out and stood in front of him. Most of them were teenagers.
"You, come out and practice Hunyuan Fist again."
The young man who was called came out and raised his hands.
This is a star realm where martial arts is popular, and young and old alike can master a few tricks. Becoming a martial artist is a dream destination for countless people.
Having said that, in an extremely remote place like Shancun, very few people can read. The mental techniques and techniques are all passed down by word of mouth. The bias is so obvious that no one remembers the mental techniques later on.
, only knows a few moves, Hunyuan Quan is like this.
The arrival of Feng Xi spread the Hunyuan Jue again, so he gained respect and was able to quickly integrate into the single village.
Hunyuan Quan combines hardness and softness, is simple but profound, and is suitable for most people to practice.
A total of white clouds appear, the wind, frost and shattered shadows, the moon fills the sky. Let's get straight to the point. The five moves are powerful enough to shake the world. They are divided into twenty forms. Practice them one by one. Naturally, the strength is hidden in the fierceness.
In particular, this young man has reached the acquired perfection, his breathing is long, his energy and spirit are good, and he can practice Hunyuan Quan smoothly and fluently.
"Did you see that the day after tomorrow, I could run seven kilometers without even taking a breath? Innately, it's even worse. Every move is as powerful as a rushing river. Have you ever seen a big river that can wash you away?"
A group of barbarians who had never seen a river looked up at him longingly.
He laughed, "I'll practice it again this time, and I'm sure it's all right!" He was a natural talent, one of the best in Shancun, so whether he was a newbie or an acquired one, he was all stroking his clothes and watching eagerly.
Martial arts re-train the body, and when it reaches the innate level, the strength of flesh and blood increases several times. It is true that the hands can crack stones and the legs can break iron.
He punched down, the wind roared, the momentum was overwhelming, and the last punch hit the nine-inch thick stone pile, causing gravel to fly!
"well!"
People number 3o looked at him excitedly, as if they had seen their own future.
Shang Yu watched them practice martial arts from a distance, but when the sound of horse hooves sounded, he changed his gaze.
There were five women and seven men in this group, all of whom were wearing winged tiger leather armor and pine mink boots. They had fine knives hanging on their waists, bows and arrows in their hands, and quivers on their shoulders. They were astride a large wildebeest with blue fur. They looked majestic.
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You can tell at a glance that they are powerful hunters.
Because of this, Qu Tie saw the figure coming out of the ice mist clearly, and smiled disdainfully: "Why is it a child? Yun He doesn't dare to come?"
The surnames in this world are hierarchical. The surnames are generally clan surnames, and only those who inherit the clan can take the clan as their surname. For example, Hou Tomi's original name is Tomb. After inheriting the Hou clan, he is called Hou Tomb.
In addition, those who can obtain the surname are those who have made special contributions to the clan or clan and those who have reached a certain level of power, such as Feng Xi, who is a powerful person with magical powers and one of the few formation masters, and is honored with the surname Feng.
Most civilians only have first names but no surnames, so in order to conceal their identity, Feng Xi only identified himself as Yun He.7