Standing at one end of the stream.
Stopped.
Not far away, some children had already discovered him.
The children quickly told the elders in the village.
Soon, several old men came over with sticks and rakes in their hands, looking vigilant.
Shouting to Zong Shen across the river.
"Gibberish?"
Forget it, we don’t understand the language.
But this is not a problem for Zong Shen.
His spiritual consciousness turned into tentacles, and with just a slight touch, he understood the language of these people.
"Who are you? Why did you come to our Xiaotian Village?"
Zong Shen smiled kindly upon hearing this.
"Uncle, I'm lost. Can I come into your village and rest for a while?"
He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.
He has a handsome face and clear eyes, and looks like a harmless guy.
Upon hearing this, the old men looked at each other in surprise.
He showed a suspicious look.
"Go away! We in Xiaotian Village don't allow outsiders into the village!"
The old men thought about it for a while and decided to reject Zong Shen's request.
Seeing several old men looking so alert.
Zong Shen felt that the matter was very strange.
Decided to use some means.
Although this world rejects external forces, Zong Shen can forcefully exert them.
He waved his hand and released several rays of light.
In an instant, these spiritual lights penetrated into the crowns of the old men's heads.
There is some kindness and friendship towards Zong Shen in the spiritual light.
It can directly change the views of these old men towards Zong Shen.
Sure enough, after these spiritual lights entered the body.
When these old men looked at Zong Shen again, their eyes changed.
Became much kinder.
His eyes were full of trust in Zong Shen.
"Dear guest! Welcome to Oda Village!"
"Let's go, let Xiao Er and the others kill a pig!"
The old man invited enthusiastically,
Zong Shen smiled.
The stream in front of me was not deep, just above my knees.
Zong Shen rolled up his trouser legs and waded into the water.
The river water is a little cold.
But Zong Shen felt very comfortable.
Slowly waded across the river.
Zong Shen, under the attentive guidance of several elders, walked into the village.
Outside the village, the children who were working stopped what they were doing and looked at Zong Shen with some curiosity.
"Ergou, who is this?"
"What happened to the grandfathers?"
A child with a shaved head said to the child with a bun next to him.
The child named Ergou was also confused.
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
"By the way, Gousheng, did you steal my steamed buns yesterday?"
Ergou suddenly remembered something.
“No, no…”
Then the two children began running and playing in the paddy field.
They didn't stop until they were all covered in mud.
At this time, Zong Shen followed several old men to the best-built house in the village.
Compared with other dilapidated thatched houses in the village.
The house in front of me, which is made entirely of wooden piles, seems much stronger and more luxurious.
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