Volume 1 Legend of Xianzong Chapter 1 Strikes the Autumn Wind
Volume 1 The Legend of Immortals
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The sun sets in the west, and the forests in the distant mountains are dyed with the golden color of late autumn. The orange-red sun in the distant sky gradually moves down the mountain. The water in the nearby river is crystal clear, and occasionally there are some fish.
Swimming quickly, the river water was reflected by the setting sun and turned red, as if soaked with blood. In the breeze, the ripples were rippled. The old buffalo tied to the river sometimes lay in the shallow water and kept chewing some of the river water.
Hay. The gentle autumn wind blows by, giving people a comfortable and quiet feeling. Everything is so harmonious. Jiang Tian was born in this village - Jiangjiacun.
There are some mature rice fields next to the river. Autumn is a season when crops are ripe and it is also a harvest season. The autumn fruits are fragrant. The golden rice fields in the distance are setting off waves in the autumn wind. It is very beautiful. But it is like this.
In the scene of the harvest, in a mountain village not far away, some children were chasing and playing carefree. Occasionally, there was an innocent laughter, and they were having a great time! Every villager in the village looked like they were not
Very happy, and all looked sad.
"How about we fight for them?" said a very young man.
"You have forgotten what happened to Jiang Goudan a few years ago. There were others who resisted. They were all armed with knives. They were hacked to death, bloody." A timid man said in a low voice.
"How about we report it to the official!"
"We are still counting on the government. Our village is so far away from the government. We have been here several times before but failed. These bandits are also very familiar with the route in this area, and the government cannot catch them. Now the government is too lazy to take care of them.
"A person next to the clan elder said.
"These bandits are too cunning. As long as you follow their instructions, no one will be killed. But our food..."
"Let's do this for now. Take the grain back first. Otherwise, if the weather changes, the grain will be ruined in the fields."
"After the food is harvested, the bandits are here again."
"These damn bandits."
"Okay, okay, let's do this for now! Collect the food first. Hide as much as you can. It's important to save your life. We'll discuss it with the bandits then," the clan elder said.
"What should we discuss with them? Those bandits are so good! They come every year," one said.
"Let's discuss this for today!" The clan elder also showed a helpless expression.
Children in mountain villages don't know about bandits. They only know that every year some bad guys come to steal food. They are very vicious. They all want to defeat these bandits when they grow up, so that everyone in the village will no longer be bullied by them.
The silly old man in the village talks silly things all day long about meeting gods, and the gods flying with swords in a graceful manner, killing harm for the people, and slaying demons. This is very suitable for children. Children in the village often
I pester him to tell some stories, and some often tease him. Sometimes the game we play together is the game of beating up the bad guys. Who plays the hero, saves the village, drives the bad guys away, and no bad guys come to the village to steal food anymore.
The next day, the sky was bright and clear, but there was still a bit of heat in the air. The villagers in the mountain village began to get busy, with sweat on their foreheads. The children also went to the fields to cut and dry rice for their families, and looked at the fields.
A piece of rice field turned into a pile of rice. It was the joy of harvest, but the adults were not happy. The children were all very happy. Sometimes a few friends were still playing in the rice pile. After working hard for so long, the whole family was happy.
Everyone, young and old, also relied on these acres of thin farmland to support their families.
Da, da, da, with the sound of horse hooves, I saw a very thin man riding a maroon horse in the direction of a village. Not long after, he came to the village and tied the horse to a log.
Go up and quickly run towards a larger wooden house in the middle.
"Report to the boss, the villagers in Jiangjia Village have started harvesting rice, do you think we will set off when?" This thin man said to a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, and this man's one
The eye was still blind and was wrapped in a black cloth. It was a one-eyed dragon with a golden sword sitting on a chair in the middle of the hall. There was a tiger skin as a cushion on the chair.
"Don't worry yet, we'll go after they finish threshing the rice."
"I know, boss, what if they hide the rice?"
"A group of people from the mountains really think that we don't know. If the time comes, whoever is disobedient will be killed first to scare the monkeys." The man called the boss said, "Brothers, get ready. Tomorrow we will drink and eat meat. In a few days, we will drink and eat meat."
Departure in the morning."
"I got it, boss, I got it, boss."
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
The group of people below were shouting excitedly and became a mess.
In this Jiangjia Village, there are not many people in the village. The village is self-sufficient. Some people seldom go out in their lives and have no big ambitions. There is a family in the east end of the village. There is such a little boy. He looks relatively
Thin, with wheat-colored skin—this is Jiang Tian.
After the villagers in Jiangjia Village have been busy these days, the rice has been harvested. Jiang Tian is now helping his father and mother put the rice into bags. There is a little girl next to him, a little taller than Jiang Tian, with two
Braid also helps his father and mother work together. This is Jiang Tian's sister.
Seeing that the rice was threshed and harvested, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and waves of thick dust were raised on the only road leading to the outside of the village.
"Harvest the rice quickly, these bandits are here again." Someone in the village shouted.
"Quiet, quiet, don't panic, don't panic." At this time, the clan elders were shouting in the village.
After a while, the bandits came to Jiangjia Village. The leader was the man called the boss, and next to him was the boy who tipped off the news. The man called the boss shouted.
"Old Jiang, come out quickly, it's still the same as before."
At this time, the clan elder came out and said: "Today's harvest is not good. Do you think the king can harvest less? There are not many young people in the village now, so we are the only ones left."
"Not a penny less, Lao San." After finishing speaking, the man named Lao San next to him swung his knife to cut down a tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl. With a sound of "Hey", the tree fell to the ground.
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The villagers in Jiangjia Village were trembling with fear. The women hugged their children. The elders also looked helpless. Some villagers seemed to be used to it.
"Brothers, if they don't come by themselves, we will collect it ourselves." As he said that, the minions behind him walked towards the rice pile with their own bags, and no one in the village resisted, but a few people in the village
The flames of hatred can be seen in the eyes of children, and Jiang Tian is one of them.