On a country road at sunset, the setting sun casts the shadows of two people. They walk on the light and shadow cutting line of the wheat field, passing through the floating mixture of light and dark.
The girl walked in front of him holding his hand. The wind made her hair float and brought a faint fragrance to the boy's nose.
She smoothed her hair with her other hand, but was unwilling to let go of his hand.
Li Mo suddenly felt that the scene before him was familiar but not quite real.
It's like I've seen it in a dream, but forgot it after I woke up. Only when I encountered a similar scene did I feel like it was something I had experienced before.
He thought of Monet's "Woman with a Parasol", but in a sunset version...
Then Li Mo was stunned.
"Sister Fairy, is this the way back to the village? Why are the trees getting more desolate the further we go?"
Ying Bing was startled, looked around, frowned and said: "Isn't this the way back to Limo Village? It seems that this is not the way..."
Li Mo: “???”
"Sister Fairy, you are not a person with poor direction, are you?"
"How is that possible? I was just thinking about it."
"Too."
Fairy sister must have come to save him that day.
Although I don’t know the reason, if I have a poor sense of direction, how could I find myself accurately?
It's impossible to think about it... It's impossible... Maybe...
Half a minute later, Li Mo looked at the place not far away with a serious face. There was a group of pheasants looking at him fiercely and digging the ground with their claws.
This group of pheasants have a strong sense of protection for their territory and can fly. Even tigers will suffer if they enter their territory.
Since you're here already.
On the way back, Li Mo carried a few frozen pheasant ice sculptures on his back.
"So, Sister Fairy, you wanted to eat pheasant chicken in the first place?"
"Yes, that's it."
Sister Fairy looked so cold that it was impossible to associate her with someone who was directionally challenged. She continued:
"Okay, let's go back, it's getting dark."
Then she followed Li Mo closely.
Li Mo: “….”
The last twilight was about to fade away as they returned home.
The fire in the blacksmith shop was lit, but it was only smoke that was emitted. The bones of the wild pheasant were stewed into soup, the meat was shaved off and made into hand-shredded chicken, and the scraps were fried into spicy and sour chicken offal. One chicken could be cooked in three ways, and the arrangement was very clear.
Ying Bing twisted the needle made of ice crystals with her fingertips and threaded the needle with the help of the firelight.
“If only it could continue like this.”
Li Mo thought so.
This is indeed the case.
The picture of Jiangshan Sheji seemed to have been fast-forwarded.
For the next ten years or so, the men farmed and the women wove, and this kind of life continued. In the process, Little Blacksmith Li became Blacksmith Li, and the children in the village grew up.
The old village chief also passed away. When he died, he handed the key to the village ancestral hall to Li Mo, asking him to carry his tablet into the hall personally, which meant that he became the new patriarch.
Of course, during this period, the area and population of Dawang Village have doubled, and "Thousand Forms Technique" has provided the village with more abundant productivity.
Moreover, over the past ten years, demons have become less and less of a threat to the village. In the past, if the village was unlucky, it was very likely that only a few people would survive.
Nowadays, there are only three or two of them, and they are just larger and more ferocious beasts.
This unique martial art also spread to several neighboring villages, and more and more people learned it.
Everyone said that it was the fairy lady from the celestial race who was preaching.
"I'd just love to watch some country love stories!"
"Everything is fast in. What am I looking at?"
"I'd be happy to watch all of the past ten years. It only takes a few days to finish them."
Of course, only a small number of people are dissatisfied with the timeline jump of Jiangshan Shejitu.
After all, there is a fifty-year interval between each round of natural disasters.
Shang Qinqing was dissatisfied mainly because she was still in her rebellious period at thousands of years old.
"The underground city seems to have surrendered to the rule of the sky city?"
"The difference between the people of the Sky City and the people of the Underground City is the same as the difference between the Underground City and the Human City..."
"Oh yes, there are three people participating in the Heavenly Trial this time."
"Jiang Yu's idea is good. If the three cities can become a whole, the chances of overcoming difficulties together will be much greater. After all, the people in the human city can't even fight when faced with natural disasters."
"Why do I feel that his set is familiar? Inner city, outer city, outside Central Shenzhou..."
Many people from other places who came to the capital looked at each other in bewilderment.
I was laughing, but suddenly I couldn't laugh anymore.
"Well, if things continue like this, the first place in this trial will probably be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"
"After all, every decision he makes can affect the entire Tianren City. Young Master Li and Fairy Han have been having fun at the farm."
What's more, although Young Master Li has practiced the "Thousand Forms Technique" for many years, it was essentially born in the Human City.
His life span will only last after the first round of natural disasters, and then it will come to an end.
But no one knows whether Fairy Han will return to Tiancheng at that time, so it is difficult to draw a conclusion for now.
at this time.
In the Jiangshan Shejitu, Jiang Yu's political decrees have begun to radiate outward through the underground city.
In the remote ancestral hall of Dawang Village, there were two men and one woman sitting under the ancestral tablets.
They were dressed in exquisite and luxurious clothes, and their every move and gesture showed the dignity of a superior. Although they were not as naturally magical as the Celestial Clan, they were clearly different from the villagers surrounding the ancestral hall.
"Who is the village chief?"
The middle-aged dungeon leader took a sip of tea, frowned, and spit it back.
"I am."
Li Mo walked out without looking around and sat down opposite him in a stern manner.
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