The Martial Arts World is the third simulation of the Xu family.

The people here.

Here are the mortals.

It is the most miserable of the three simulated worlds.

In the world of immortal cultivation, mortals and immortals are separated from each other and ruled by normal mortal dynasties. Only occasionally will immortals come to pick up children with spiritual roots.

And from time to time, there are kind-hearted cultivators who save people and protect the local people.

In the wizarding world, steam and magic permeate the entire civilization. Wizards have their place, and mortals have their place. The two are like tightly meshed gears, moving forward together.

And the situation in the martial arts world is very bad.

Ordinary people here don't even have the right to decide their own life or death.

Perhaps he had asked the townspeople of Qingniu, or gone to other towns to talk to other people and learn about their past.

Very unexpected.

The vast majority of people once lived in the Thirteen States of Daqian.

Just because of his humble status or because he had offended the dignitaries, he was exiled to the junction of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Young people like Zhang Tieniu were born in the border areas and have no idea about life inside Daqian.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are dangerous and the demons are bloodthirsty and brutal.

The endless stream of demons will ruthlessly destroy all people on the border until they are completely devoured, and a new batch of "criminals" will be brought in by the Great Qianyun.

A new, endless cycle begins.

"Brother Xu, what do people in the city eat? Is it also demon meat?"

"Niu, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Hehehe, my mom said there are a lot of delicious food in the city, and white rice tastes better than what we eat."

"...Compared to what we eat, it's definitely much better, and the rice is also fine."

"Wow~~~ That's great. I want to eat sweet rice too."

The sky was gloomy and the wind was cold.

The trees swayed in the wind and the ground was frozen hard. In such an environment, even a strong man would shiver from the cold.

The simple-minded and honest Ah Niu wrapped his slightly tattered robe tightly around him.

The tone was full of longing.

When he heard Xu Xi's description of white rice, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He had never eaten it before, but his brain automatically imagined the most wonderful taste, making his tongue salivate.

"Brother Xu."

The suntanned man asked again.

"Are the old men in the city really the Wenquxing and Wuquxing from heaven?"

"My mother said that the masters were born to enjoy life. They eat ten big cakes per meal and change five robes a day. They are different from us peasants."

Ah Niu rubbed his hands and exhaled a breath of hot air.

The back of the hand is slightly purple.

Those are some side effects of long-term consumption of demon meat, which are harmless but extremely ugly.

A warrior can resolve it with his qi and blood, but for a mortal it will only leave a mark on him for his whole life.

"No, Niu, they are not."

After a moment of silence, Xu Xi stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the honest man in front of him to help him brush off the snowflakes.

"There is no difference between the people of the Thirteen Prefectures of Daqian, the people of the Imperial Capital, and the people living in Qingniu Town."

"The same hunger, the same thirst, the same bleeding and death."

"They are no better than you, and you are no worse than they are."

Is that so?

Hanzi seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand. A look of confusion flashed across his face, and he was unable to fully comprehend what Xu Xi said.

He understands it with his own logic.

The old men can eat white rice.

Brother Xu said that we are the same as the old man.

That is to say...

"Will I be able to eat white rice in the future!?" Ah Niu laughed foolishly for a long time. It was not until a long time later that he woke up from a dream and handed Xu a basket.

"Brother Xu, these are the vegetable meatballs my mother made for you. They're still hot!"

The basket woven from bamboo strips is sturdy and durable with clear texture.

The surface is covered with a piece of rag, which gently blocks the snowflakes from outside and prevents them from falling on the dark green vegetable balls.

Xu Xi did not refuse and took the basket:

"Niu, I'll take the gift. Please go back and thank Aunt Zhang for me."

"Okay!"

Ah Niu scratched his head and turned away with inexplicable excitement, while Xu Xi stood there, watching the figure gradually disappear in the distant snow and wind.

He reached into the basket with his right hand, picked up a vegetable ball and took a bite.

The taste is very bitter and astringent.

Neither crisp nor flavorful.

Xu Xi, who has lived in Qingniu Town for seven years, certainly knows why, because the raw material for vegetable dumplings is wind grass, a plant with a rough and sour taste.

Very bad, very disgusting, very unpalatable.

But this is the best thing the people of Qingniu Town can eat on a daily basis.

They could only express their gratitude to the Xu family in this way, thanking the Xu family for always sharing the demon meat with them so that they could survive.

"What a fucked up world..."

Xu Xi raised his head, looked at the cold sky, and slowly closed his eyes.

The weather is cold, but my chest is hot.

It was not just the surge of energy and blood, but also an indescribable emotion, I don't know whether it was sympathy or anger.

…

[Time always passes quickly]

[In the blink of an eye, Wu Yingxue has been gone for a long time, and the cold winter has once again descended on Qingniu Town]

[The demon wave has arrived as expected. As you expected, this year's demon wave is more turbulent and more terrifying than previous years.]

[Demons comparable to those capable of changing marrow and blood frequently appear, bringing heavy casualties to Qingniu Town]

【Qingniu Town still exists】

[But in the seemingly endless tide of demons, some familiar faces have passed away forever, including the old man who once talked about finding you a wife, and the young child who once received your martial arts instruction.]

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[The demons kill regardless of gender, age or status. Anyone can be attacked by them.]

【Death is inevitable】

[Casualties are normal]

[You initially resisted the first wave of demons in winter. The survivors, like in previous years, expressed their gratitude to you in a much sparser voice. Thank you for protecting them.]

[Half the town's people are grateful]

In the first year when I came to Qingniu Town, I learned about the existence of the Thirteen States of Daqian.

Xu Xi once made a plan, which was to enter the interior of Daqian and experience a more exciting world like in traditional fantasy and martial arts novels.

Later, Xu gave up.

Firstly, the pass leading to the heart of Daqian was guarded by a large army, and it was difficult for the Xu family, who were illegal residents, to pass through.

Secondly, Xu Xi discovered that the life-and-death combat in the Shiwandashan Mountains brought improvements to Qi and blood martial arts that were no less than the so-called resources within Daqian.

Since then, Xu Xi settled down in Qingniu Town and continued to hone himself.

only.

Xu Xi never knew what he should do.

In the first simulation, his sister's misfortune came suddenly, and he had almost no free time, and he kept looking for ways to rescue his sister.

In the second simulation, Xu Xi possessed the wisdom of a mortal man. He spent his entire life deciphering the mysteries of magic and leading the witch to experience the beauty of the world.

So, what about this life?

It is time to keep practicing hard and rely on persistence to become the full-level Shilipo Sword God.

Or, like in the hot-blooded online novels, become the eternally dominant fighting protagonist.

Now it's snowing heavily.

In Qingniu Town where everything is withering.

When Xu Xi saw the poor people who expressed their gratitude to him, he could not help but recall the Daqian Army that he had seen from a distance several years ago, and that was full of murderous intent but only willing to guard the pass.

At this point, Xu Xi finally understood what he wanted to do with this simulation.

He wants to kill.

Kill demons, kill monsters, and even kill "people".