Space wormholes can travel through time and space, but the gravity inside them is too strong and will destroy everything that enters, so it is impossible to teleport without any protection.
Space wormholes can achieve the possibility of "instantaneous movement", just like transcending time and space. They are the most important passages between major domains at present. These space wormholes are in the hands of some huge families, and they are also their cash cows. But they are also the source of disaster.
, the bloody chaos on the road is often due to the competition for these space wormholes.
Only the seven giants in the Nether Realm have the coordinates of the space wormhole. Li Mo is wanted by the Li family and naturally dare not go. Even if he goes, he does not have the money to obtain the right to use the space wormhole.
In this way, with the help of Heng Zibei, he came to a desperate valley, where he discovered a pyramid. It turned out that the pyramid was the coordinates of the space wormhole.
After he entered the space wormhole, he was attacked by one hundred and eight green lights and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he found that he was actually in the Union Realm.
Bingyu is completely covered by heavy snow in winter, and the thickest parts of the area are several feet thick. In some places, the snow can even submerge a building.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Li Mo came to a farmhouse to stay. The family was warm, generous, and hospitable. But just like that, Li Mo found something wrong. If he was asked to point it out in detail, he still couldn't explain it.
Sitting at the dining table and looking at the large table of dishes, Li Mo started to eat.
Fish-flavored shredded pork, minced meat stewed with eggs, sizzling beef, grilled pork, sweet and sour pork chops, white-cut mutton... These are all meats, none of them are vegetarian. The little boy ate them with relish and made noises
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The old man was very steady, eating meat and drinking wine, and poured Li Mo a glass of wine from time to time.
His son, the middle-aged man, said nothing and sat at the table, just eating and not drinking. He loved to eat large pieces of meat, even with the bones.
The peasant woman ate very steadily, and from time to time she would take meat to the elderly and children. She would only eat a little bit, chewing it slowly, as if savoring it carefully.
After a long while, everyone had finished eating. The little boy burped and exhaled a puff of turbid air. He enjoyed this meal the most. He had eaten every dish. The peasant woman also gave him meat from time to time to make him live.
in happiness.
After these people finished eating, the peasant woman brought some tea. The tea cup was made of clay and smelled of big tea leaves. The tea was not of the highest quality, but ordinary. The water was dyed a strong yellow color, with a faint hint of red inside.
This kind of tea was brewed for a long time, and another reason was that it was put in too much. Li Mo didn't like this kind of tea because he felt the bitter taste.
The old man picked up the tea cup and enjoyed it very much. He drank one cup after another. After drinking a pot of tea, he said: "Where do you come from? Why don't you go home on such a snowy day? This is the best time of the year."
At the end of the year, everyone is rushing home, but you are in the wilderness and you are not afraid of encountering wild animals."
"Old man, my name is Li Mo. I am an orphan. I went to a place this time and got lost. I had to stay overnight and caused trouble to your family. I'm really sorry."
The old man laughed kindly and said: "It's okay. We are all farmers. It's a rare time of year to have leisure. When you come, you are a guest, and meeting you is fate. There is no other courtyard in the farmhouse, but there are many houses, let alone
If you want to stay for one night, or even if you stay for a lifetime, it’s no problem.”
"Ah..." On the peasant woman's side, she spilled the hot water and burned her hand. When Li Mo looked at the hand, it was delicate and white, with delicate skin. It should not be the hand that has been working all year round. "That's right, no matter what
If a farmer marries a daughter-in-law like this, he will take good care of her and not let her get hurt!" Li Mo comforted himself.
The middle-aged man looked at the old man, then at the peasant woman, and finally at the little boy, but in the end he didn't say anything and still sat there quietly.
The old man said to the little boy: "Go and clean up a room for this little brother of yours and let him sleep next to you."
The little boy left with a smile, opened the door, and went to another wing.
The old man started chatting with Li Mo.
"Sigh... I don't know what the situation is like outside now. My son said that when he went to the county town to exchange for salt, there was a war there. Pig iron and salt are prohibited items and the price is very expensive. Sometimes it's just you who are rich.
, they won’t exchange it for you, I really don’t know when this will end.” The old man was still worried about the country and the people, and when he said this, he shook his head helplessly, and he didn’t know if it was because there was no salt.
"The struggle between the superiors affects ordinary people. This kind of thing has happened since ancient times, and no one can stop it."
"I hope the war will end soon. I heard that even some 'immortals' have been sent out. When they come out, the mountains and rivers will change, the rivers will change their courses, and the mountains will collapse and the earth will crack."
Li Mo knew that the "gods" the old man talked about were cultivators.
"Gods? They are no different from ordinary people. They are even more ruthless than ordinary people. They can slaughter the entire world for their own selfish desires."
"It would be great if there was a unified and prosperous age." The old man continued: "Unification, although it cannot solve the root causes of war, at least the common people can survive better."
"Yes!" Li Mo replied, and couldn't help but think of his grandfather who often recited an ancient poem.
"The journey of the great road is the same as the heroes of the three generations. Qiu Wei caught them and had great ambitions. The journey of the great road is that the world is public, selecting the worthy and capable, trustworthy and harmonious. Old people do not only kiss their relatives, nor do they only have children.
So that the old will have their end, the strong will be useful, the young will be able to grow, the widowed, lonely, disabled, and sick will all be provided for, men will have a share, and women will have a home. Goods are discarded on the ground, so there is no need to hide them. Strength is bad.
It doesn’t come from the body, and it doesn’t have to be for oneself. It’s why people seek to be closed but not prosper, they don’t commit theft and chaos, and why they stay outside without being closed, this is called Great Harmony.”
When Li Mo read out this ancient text, the old man looked surprised and asked quickly: "Is this what you have in mind?"
"Haha, this is the work of a saint and his lifelong dream, but it is so difficult to realize it."
The old man paused and said: "It's always a good idea to have this idea. The reason why saints are saints is because they have the world in mind and worry about the world first. To a certain extent, saints are greater than the emperor."
Li Mo never expected the old man to say these words, so he talked with the old man for a while and then separated. The little boy took him to the side room.
There are two rooms in the wing. It should be said that there is a wall in the middle of one room. The little boy pointed to one of them and said: "This is your room. They are all new. No one has been here for a long time. Don't worry."
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Li Mo nodded, thanked the little boy, and then entered the room.
Close the door.
The room was very simple, with only one bed and a chair beside the bed. Next to the chair was a small table with tea on it. At some point, the peasant woman brought him a pot of tea. It was a pot of strong tea.
Mild bitterness.
There is a quilt on the bed, fresh cotton quilt, exuding the fragrance of cotton.
Li Mo didn't think about anything. He felt very tired. He had just felt at home in the Netherland, and now he had to leave his hometown and live in Bingyu.
"I wonder how Twenty-Three is doing now? Are you lonely when this family is filled with joy? Brother Seventeen is not by your side, and I don't know if you have been wronged."
One year later, Li Mo grew another year old and was now seventeen years old.
Lying on the bed, he didn't practice. Instead, he went through what happened in the Netherland, from his encounter with Jun Zizhu on the street to the mysterious man in black and the appearance of Heng Zibei. It was like watching a movie.
Go through it over and over again in your mind.
Just thinking about it like this, he fell into sleep. He didn't know whether this seemingly ordinary farmyard was dangerous, so he slept calmly and boldly.
In this farmhouse for the elderly, the following conversation took place.
"Why don't you take him down? If you let him go out and tell us our whereabouts, our hiding for so many years will be in vain. All four of you and I will die." The middle-aged man was completely different from before, but he was the first to go.
the words said.
His eyebrows twitched as he spoke, looking very uncoordinated and giving people the feeling of being stuck together.
The old man was sitting on a wooden chair. The wind was light and the clouds were calm. He looked calm and said slowly: "He is not a common man and we can't touch him. And I look at his face. He is not a ungrateful person. Today
Accepting our kindness for a meal and a night may bring us good fortune in the future."
"He is not an ordinary person. We are just ordinary people. Since he is the oldest, he is also a spiritual cultivator. I can kill him with just one finger." The middle-aged man said carefully.
"There is a special power beside him. This power makes me suffocate. I can't even think of resisting. You can't feel it even with your cultivation level. He has just said that he is sixteen years old. He is a sixteen-year-old spiritual practitioner.
, who is not a disciple of a big family and the Ten Thousand Years Holy Land? If we kill him rashly, I am afraid it will cause even greater trouble."
"As long as we remain invisible, no one will know that we killed him."
"It's not that I don't want to kill him, but I can't kill him. I have a feeling that we can't kill him." The old man shook the wooden chair unsteadily.
"No one should mention this matter. The child will be sent away early tomorrow morning."
"Yes!" replied the little boy just now.
The voice was very rough. It turned out that the pink and white boy was not a real boy, but also an adult.
Li Mo was still sleeping soundly without any vigilance. If he hadn't been the good man just now, he would have been dead.
On the second day, it was already bright.
Li Mo got up from the bed, opened the door, and saw heavy snow falling outside, covering the sky with heavy snow.
Li Mo suddenly opened the door and heard a scream. It was the peasant woman. But the voice was very thin, like that of a young girl. It was very penetrating, but it was absorbed by the heavy snow outside.
In an instant, Li Mo saw three furry things behind the peasant woman's butt, which should be tails.
"Could it be said that this family is all goblins?"