Chapter 51 Huoshan Village This time, Ye Lu and the others were a little speechless...
At this moment, Ye Lu and the others were a little speechless.
The dominoes in the playful man's hands stopped spinning, and for a moment, the carriage was indescribably quiet.
"..." At this time, Ye Lu could only warn the ghost scholar, saying: "Next time, don't make excuses for not practicing." Ye Lu was now very glad that he did not listen to Chief Zhu Hui and choose the strange food according to his talent. His philosophy has always been to choose the best rather than the worst. Fortunately, otherwise the ghost scholar would have really missed a talent.
"Have you changed your martial arts?" Ye Lu thought of something and asked.
"It's changed." The ghost scholar looked even more helpless. He knew that once these two knew about his talent, they would definitely criticize him. After hearing what Ye Lu said, the ghost scholar nodded and said, "The skill is now called Feng Feng Liu Shui Fu De Fa."
"Well, divine cultivation?" Ye Lu asked subconsciously.
The ghost scholar nodded.
Ye Lu said with some certainty: "This skill is suitable for an official like you. Accumulate more blessings and good deeds. The gods will see it all."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
"......Pfft!" The playful man at the side could not help but laugh out loud, and he had no intention of restraining himself and laughed blatantly. Is the Taoist priest mocking the ghost scholar for not focusing on proper cultivation and only being able to follow the path of gods, and not liking to do good deeds on a normal basis?
As everyone knows, Shinto has much lower talent requirements than other Taoism. Most of the practice is based on the merits obtained in the process of practicing Shinto and giving alms. The so-called merit silver and incense silver mostly come from the priests in Shinto. This kind of silver can prolong the life of mortals and strengthen their bodies.
The most common Shinto priests are river gods, water gods, land gods, and city gods. These kinds of gods often attach great importance to incense and worship, and only a few with special bloodlines avoid them.
The ghost scholar rolled his eyes when he heard the playful man's laughter. This little bastard laughed too wantonly, as if he always liked to do good deeds. He had no idea that the Taoist was mocking both of them equally.
The ghost scholar glared at the playful man, then turned around and raised his hand to beg for mercy from Ye Lu, saying: "I know, I will put more effort into cultivation in the future."
"You better be."
The ghost scholar spread his hands. Has he really reformed? Why doesn’t the Taoist believe him?
"By the way, Brother Lu, what did you want to say when you came back?" The ghost scholar suddenly remembered that when Ye Lu came back, he seemed to want to say something, but his attention was attracted by Yue Gui. As soon as he remembered it, he couldn't help but ask.
Ye Lu paused for a moment, then suddenly realized and remembered.
"Oh, we should have a place to live soon." Ye Lu said calmly.
The Ghost Scholar and the Hilarious Man were surprised and asked, "So? So fast?"
"For this, we have to thank Chief Zhu Hui for the advice he left before he left. The village has decided to move on, so I'm asking you to practice more." Ye Lu doesn't have to worry about the strength of the Xi Ming people. The ghost scholar is just a guy with a heavy mind, and his practice will hinder him.
Ye Lu didn't mean that the ghost scholar was a bad person because he was thoughtful. At least when they were in the copy world, the ghost scholar's thoughtfulness helped them avoid many dangers. But this kid was so smart, but his cultivation was so poor, which only showed that he was unwilling to practice.
"There's a swamp there. If the time comes, my friends and I will be around you every day. I don't think we can even find the weird plants. Otherwise, you'll be in the mouth of the monster in the swamp before we know it."
The ghost scholar looked normal, as if the person Ye Lu was talking about was not him. He thought for a moment and asked, "What else did the caravan leader say?"
"That piece of land is not bad." Ye Lu said what he wanted to say straightforwardly. As for the rest, we will know when the time comes.
The ghost scholar seemed to be thinking about something, and then he said, "It seems that we will have to discuss it with the villagers at that time."
"A Xi and I will take turns driving these days. If you have nothing to do, you can go to the leading carriage." The ghost scholar said to Ye Lu, with a serious reason: "You have a say in the village. We are almost at our destination. If you see it first, we can also get more intelligence information."
"Hmm." The playful man glanced at the ghost scholar, and the latter looked back at him. The two of them conveyed a lot of information in their eyes.
The playful man turned his head away and pretended he heard nothing.
Ye Lu looked at the ghost scholar suspiciously. What was this kid up to? The ghost scholar had already withdrawn his gaze and spread his hands to Ye Lu with an innocent look. Ye Lu looked at him for a long time but couldn't figure it out. His instinct as the son of Mount Tai didn't remind him.
Sure? It's not a bad thing for him.
Ye Lu put it out of his mind as soon as he thought about it. He would know it sooner or later anyway. At the same time, Ye Lu secretly made up his mind that if he felt that he was cheated, he would just put the ghost scholar in the fields and it would be useless even if people asked him to plead for him.
In the next few days, Ye Lu listened to the ghost scholar and went to work in the main carriage obediently. The Helan chieftain looked at him strangely for several days, always saying that this kid would not come here for no reason, and now that he suddenly came here, there must be something wrong.
Ye Lu imitated the ghost scholar and spread his hands with an innocent look. He did not give the ghost scholar away. Instead, he said that he was here to kill someone. Are they almost at their destination? The two guys were of average strength. He was worried about danger, so he pressed them all down in the car.
"Anyway, Qingniu knows to follow the car in front. Even if the two of them are so immersed in their cultivation that they forget to drive, old Qingniu can drag them away. I don't have to worry at all." Ye Lu said with a cold face.
Chief Helan could tell that his nephew was unhappy, so he patted his shoulder with a stifling smile and said, "It's okay, go back and practice more, and you will definitely improve. I trained all the guys in the guard team in this way." She also offered a friendly way to feel good about herself.
Ye Lu felt that what Chief Helan said was right, and decided to use this method when he returned.
Then Ye Lu started living a life of working during the day and going home to beat up his brothers at night.
This method really worked. The ghost scholar's strength increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. Originally, he could only use the breeze, but now he can squeeze out some water. He only needs to become a priest of fortune in one place, and his strength can increase again.
Ye Lu was very satisfied with this.
After a few more days, Ye Lu had eaten one third of the dried rhinoceros meat. His strength had reached the critical point of the Baiyou period, so he stopped practicing and did not want to think about breaking through for the time being. Once he stopped practicing, he had time to mess with the strange plant.
Who would believe that Ye Lu had the guts to bully Yang Tengshu?
No one knew how these two people, who did not speak the same language, came to know each other. When Helan and He Si saw it, Ye Lu was just playing with the roots of the Yang Teng tree. He pulled the tender white roots again and again, and pulled off a lot of soil. He did not mind the dirt and was hit on the wrist several times by the Yang Tengguo with the roots.
At that time, He Si and He Lan were speechless.
Helan didn't know how the two were fighting. After watching for a long time, he found that Yang Tengshu was not serious at all. Lu Wazi just pulled its roots and hit it a few times, leaving only a little red mark. After a few incense sticks, there would probably be no trace left. It was obvious that he was holding back. If it were someone else, he would have hit it head off.
Helan could only conclude that Lu Wazi had a strange talent. This kid was born to be liked by strange plants.
Then he took advantage of his love for teasing cats and dogs to mess with the weird plants.
"Look at your nephew." Helan looked at the two men, one pulling a tree root and the other whipping a tree. His eyes hurt and he didn't want to look at it at all. He turned around and questioned He Si.
"Very good." Fourth Uncle He was completely doting on his nephew. The steady Fourth Uncle felt that his nephew was doing well now. Compared to when he was a child and was frightened by everything weird, he would rather his nephew be lively and active like he is now. Anyway, isn't Yang Tengshu very happy?
Fourth Uncle He felt that his nephew had become more and more lively since he came to Xiaohe Village, which was good. Aren't they, the elders, fighting so hard to make their lives, just for the younger generation to live happily? Yun Niang must be happy to see her son like this.
Well, it seems that she said some nonsense. Helan rolled his eyes, not wanting to leave this stupid uncle.
Of course, everyone could see that Helan was not much better than Fourth Uncle He. After all, she said that it hurt her eyes, but in fact she did not move at all and let the man and the tree beat her.
The atmosphere in the car is much more relaxed?
Until the carriage suddenly stopped, Deputy Commander Bai's puzzled voice came from outside the carriage: "Wait, is that the big rock you mentioned outside?"
He Si and He Lan looked at each other, then lifted the curtain and looked outside.
I saw that the convoy had arrived near a forest. It was lush and green. The withered yellow that had been accompanying the entire fleeing convoy had been replaced by lush green at some point. The grass and trees were very lush, and the trees in the forest were very tall. There were endless mountains in the distance.
Of course, what is more important is the large piece of stone in front of us.
The huge stone is almost as big as a small house, and it is placed here upright. There seem to be traces of people walking on the edge of the stone. There are no words on the stone, only some patterns painted with yellow powder, similar to a flower.
Helan frowned and was about to get out of the car to take a closer look.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted her actions.
"Stop, who are you?" A head popped out from behind a big tree in the deep forest behind a big rock, and said in a vigilant tone.
"Excuse me, is this Huoshan Village ahead?" Helan saw that the young man was alert and far away. He was hiding behind a big tree and watching them all the time, waiting for them to move and run away without hesitation. She immediately stopped and spoke.
Unexpectedly, the young man's attitude became more defensive.
"What do you want to do with Huoshan Village?" The young man stepped back a few steps.
At this moment, Helan was a little at a loss again. Why was this kid like a rabbit, running away when he didn't agree with something? There was no way, Helan could only turn his gaze to Qian Bacun and signal him to speak.
"We are the refugees from He Village. Our hometown suffered from drought, and we had no choice but to flee in order to survive. Fortunately, there are strange plants and weapons passed down from our ancestors in the village, which enabled us to get here safely." Qian Bacun took the lead. This was something he was best at dealing with people. He spoke with a smile, and was naturally friendly and well-reasoned.
It not only explains the reasons why they fled famine, but also introduces that they have strange plants and strange weapons. The implication is that although they have suffered a disaster, they are not poor.
"As for why we came here, it was because I met Chief Zhu Hui at the market before, and we had a very pleasant conversation. Chief Zhu Hui also saw that our team was having a hard time, so he pointed out the way and said that there was a large piece of nice open space in the Forbidden Stone Mountains where we could settle down, so we came here."
The young man relaxed a little when he heard the familiar name Zhu Hui. After hearing everything about He Village from Qian Bacun, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but look at the long group of refugees behind him.
The entire team is almost a caravan, with most of the carts being half-monstrous beasts, and the worst are just strong and healthy livestock. If the person in front hadn't introduced himself, you wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a group of people fleeing famine.
Hu Ganzi withdrew his gaze and listened to what Qian Bacun said again, with a strange expression on his face.
Is that the vacant lot this person is talking about?
Hu Ganzi said nothing. He remembered that the village elders seemed to have told the caravan leader about this matter. He paused, turned around and said to Qian Bacun outside: "Then you wait here first. I need to go back to the village to report."
Qian Bacun said with a smile: "Little brother, just go and tell him."
Hu Ganzi left very vigilantly. Before leaving, he was still on guard against the returning enemies. Seeing Qian Bacun and the others were still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, quickened his speed, and disappeared into the jungle in a few jumps.
Hecun and his group were waiting outside the forest. They wanted to stay in this place. Many villagers had already looked out of the carriage windows curiously. The scenery outside was completely different from what they had seen before. It was not dead and yellow. On the contrary, it was a lush and green color that was refreshing.
The village elders also looked happily at the endless mountains in the distance. As for the negotiation, that was the business of the village chief Qian Bacun and several leaders of the guard team, so they didn't need to think about it.
The village elders are already thinking about finding a place to plant something.
There isn't much white millet left in the village.
After an unknown amount of time, some movement appeared in the forest.
Helan and several members of the escort team instantly grasped their weapons at their waists. Helan's hands were full of strange power, ready to explode. He frowned and stared at the place where the slight movement came from.
The next moment, an anxious voice came from behind the tree.
"Wait, it's me, don't attack." Hu Ganzi walked out from behind the tree. Behind him, there was a man and a woman. The man was older, probably middle-aged, and the woman was slender and walked steadily. She was also a sneaky warrior.
"My name is Hu Ganzi, and this is the deputy commander of our village's guard team, Qingxie." Hu Ganzi first introduced himself, then the woman who came out next to him, and then the middle-aged man next to him, saying: "This is the village elder, he is an expert in finding medicinal herbs in the forest."
Deputy Commander Qingxie nodded to the people from He Village and said hello: "It's our first meeting. Just call me Qingxie. I heard that you were introduced by Chief Zhuhui? Do you have strange plants too? Can you allow me to get closer and feel the breath of the strange plants?"
Helan first looked at Qingxue with caution. He was quite strong, but his talent was probably wind or water. He didn't pose much of a threat to her. She paused, raised her hand, and said, "Okay."
It's nothing.
Qingxie approached the convoy cautiously, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then opened his eyes and said, "It is indeed the breath of the strange plant."
"You really are a spooky village."
"Then next we can take you to the open space that Chief Zhu Hui mentioned." Qing Fei returned to his original place and spoke to everyone in He Village.
"Please follow us." Deputy Commander Qingfei was obviously not good at speaking. After saying that, he turned around and walked in a certain direction.
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