This little girl, originally named Qingchen, why was she kicked out
After being kicked out and having to take risks to collect medicine, how will this little girl live in the future...
Looking at the little girl's appearance, she was only in her teens and her body was covered with dust. Read the full text of the latest chapter. - Xiao Chen felt a little sad. It was really difficult for ordinary people to live in the wilderness.
"Don't cry. I promise you to take this 'medicine' back. But tell me why you were kicked out. Who kicked you out? Where are your parents?"
Xiao Chen's series of questions made the little girl a little confused.
Looking at Xiao Chen with watery eyes, he hesitated, not knowing which answer to answer first.
Xiao Chen knew he was impatient, so he sighed softly, softened his tone, and asked again: "Where are your parents?"
"Qingchen had no parents and died when he was very young."
The poor child turned out to be an orphan. Xiao Chen continued to ask: "Who drove you away?"
"Grandpa the village chief, grandpa the village chief asked Xiao Qingchen to go as far as possible, wu wu wu... But my younger brother is sick. If he doesn't step on the medicine and return to the spirit jade, what should he do, wu wu wu..."
The little girl seemed to have been greatly wronged and was worried about her brother's illness, so she cried even harder.
Xiao Chen didn't want to ask anymore. After the girl calmed down a little, he continued to ask: "Where is your village?"
"Over there!"
The little girl pointed in a direction, and Xiao Chen's spiritual consciousness entered her eyes. Looking far into the distance, there was indeed a village more than a hundred miles away.
Picking up the little girl, Xiao Chen took her and started on the way.
"Brother, if I can't go back, will the village chief be angry?" The little girl said with some fear: "Brother, just take back the herbs I picked. Xiao Qingchen can't go back... "
Xiao Chen looked at the setting sun in the distance and whispered: "It's getting dark, where can you go?"
More than a hundred miles, for Xiao Chen, does not take too long.
Halfway through, Xiao Chen encountered a group of bandits riding strange beasts.
In the deserted sea, rogue bandits are like sand, everywhere. In a land of bloodshed, morality cannot survive, and chaos and killing coexist.
Xiao Chen did not speak to the other party, or even give the other party a chance to speak, after feeling the evil aura on the other party.
He covered Xiao Qingchen's eyes with his left hand and punched out with his right hand.
The hundreds of bandits blocking the front, as well as the strange beasts they were riding on, all turned into a pool of blood mist. (800)
After letting go of his hand, Xiao Qingchen blinked and saw that the group of bad guys just disappeared.
Looking at the surrounding environment, I feel more and more familiar.
Xiao Qingchen was a little looking forward to it, but also a little scared. He didn't dare to speak in Xiao Chen's arms.
When it was getting dark, Xiao Chen came to the village.
There are about a hundred households in the village, which is surrounded by a simple guardrail made of thunderwood, which is used to prevent dirt at night.
Thunderwood is a kind of wood in the wilderness that has some restraint effect on dirt.
Most gathering places such as villages have these trees, and the guardrails surrounding them look like stockades.
It was getting late at this moment, and many villagers were holding up the guardrail. When they saw Xiao Chen and the girl in his arms, they suddenly panicked.
"Tell the village chief that Xiao Qingchen is back again!"
"Hurry up!"
These villagers dropped what they were doing and ran back in a panic, which made Xiao Chen a little surprised.
Xiao Qingchen, who was put down, felt sad when he saw this scene, and couldn't help crying again.
After a while, the villagers came over surrounded by a thin old man in linen. The old man looked at Xiao Qingchen, then at Xiao Chen, sighed and said: "Take her back, this young hero, God." It’s getting dark, come in and talk.”
The old man's cultivation level is not high, but the people who survive in the wilderness are far stronger than the mortals outside.
If you don't adapt to this harsh environment, you won't be able to survive. Therefore, although the old man looks old, he is in good spirits.
Seeing that the old man didn't look like a bad guy, Xiao Chen said softly: "Village chief, this is the medicinal herb that Xiao Qingchen picked outside. I want to give it to her brother."
With tears in his eyes, Xiao Qingchen came over holding the medicinal herb and cried: "Grandpa, the village chief, Xiao Qingchen can't go in. The village chief's grandfather helped me sell this medicinal herb. Take good care of my brother. He is sick." , I’m afraid no one will take care of him.”
The village elder let out a long sigh, a trace of sadness flashed through his vicissitudes of life, and there were faint tears flashing.
"Come in, it's getting dark. If you want anything, we'll talk about it after dawn. You also go and see your brother. Everyone has been taking care of him."
"Really?"
Xiao Qingchen blinked, but still didn't dare to go in.
Xiao Chen didn't say anything, picked her up and walked directly into the village chief.
It was getting dark, so the villagers quickly closed the wooden door of the village and sprinkled a layer of black dust along the edge.
After sending Xiao Qingchen to his home, Xiao Chen, who couldn't stand Xiao Qingchen, bent down and said: "Thank you, brother, I'm going to see my brother."
Xiao Chen did not enter the wooden house.
The village elder sighed and took Xiao Chen aside.
"What do you call me, old man?"
The village chief said: "I am older and the seventh eldest, so everyone in the village calls me Seventh Master."
"Then I'll call you Qi Ye."
The village chief said hurriedly: "You can't do it, you can't do it. I look like I'm not an ordinary person. I have a pretty face and a pretty face. How can you call me such a bad old man, the Seventh Master?"
"It's okay, let's take a step to talk."
Master Qi led Xiao Chen to his house.
There were other people in the room. When Master Qi said that the distinguished guests were coming, they quickly took out the drinks and started to entertain them.
Unexpectedly, the wine poured out of the rough animal skin wine bag was surprisingly delicious.
Xiao Chen drank it down in one gulp and said in surprise: "Good wine, Master Qi, did you make this wine yourself?"
Master Qi's wrinkled face showed a smile: "Yes, a little craftsmanship passed down from our ancestors."
The honest young man next to him said: "Why is it a small craft? The wine brewed by our Seventh Master is unparalleled for thousands of miles. The wine brewed by our ancestors has appeared in the Tianxiang Feast in the Deserted City."
Deserted city!
The largest city in the wilderness can be regarded as a holy city. The city is so ancient that it has a much longer history than some of the dragon cities in the Shenlong Empire.
Gathering the forces of the world, it is a dazzling pearl in the wilderness.
As for the Tianxiang Feast, it is even more extraordinary.
The Holy Land Tianxiang holds a banquet every hundred years to entertain all directions. It is a rare event in the world that can attract influence from all directions.
Master Qi sighed: "It's all in the past. The world is too chaotic these days, materials are hard to find, and the skills of making wine have long been lost in my generation. What's the use of knowing how to make wine these days? Woolen cloth… "
Master Qi's words were spoken with emotion, and there was a lot of sadness in his words.
Xiao Chen changed the subject and said: "Master Qi, why did you drive Xiao Qingchen out? I don't think you are a ruthless person. Is there any bitterness in this?"
"The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles. Little brother, you have extraordinary momentum. Sooner or later you will soar into the sky. Hundreds of millions of miles away, in the eyes of the roc, our small village will be like a "wave" and a "flower" drop of water. It doesn’t count. Brother, why bother with this?”
The old man saw something extraordinary and saw that Xiao Chen was an unusual martial artist and said that he had a great future.
The trivial matters in the village were nothing compared to his world, so he should ignore them.
Just like the big roc, you won't notice the small fish jumping up with the "waves" when it takes off.
It soared upward, covered thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, and became empty in the blink of an eye. It could only fly higher and further by looking forward.
What Qi Ye said was a polite refusal and politeness. There is also some pride, and I don’t want to ask strangers for help. I can see clearly that you and I are people from two different worlds.
"Master Qi, that's not what you said." Xiao Chen was a little surprised, put down his wine glass, and wanted to say something.
But he was interrupted by Master Qi: "In the wilderness, there is no day without bloodshed, there is no day without death, even the saints can't solve it, little brother, you really don't have to worry about it. In this world, everyone has his own destiny... You will do it tonight." Have a good night's rest here."
Xiao Chen felt helpless when he saw this, knowing that this matter could not be rushed.
Speechless all night.
At sunrise, Xiao Chen walked out of the house and saw villagers gathering together to worship an isolated peak in the distance.
Gufeng is a green mountain, completely green, but there is no vegetation. It seems to be completely made of divine gold.
Xiao Chen observed it, frowning, and couldn't help but feel doubtful.
This green mountain has an extraordinary momentum. It rises from the ground and exudes a soaring spirit. But when they reached the top of the mountain, this momentum came to an abrupt end.
On the top of the mountain is a platform, neat and smooth, as if it has been cut off.
After these people finished worshiping, Xiao Chen found the honest young man who was in Qi Ye's house yesterday and asked about it.
When the honest young man heard this question, he scratched his head and said, "I don't know what's so weird about this existence with a radius of millions of miles. It is said that every morning, people worship this green mountain. I don't know the rules handed down from the ancestors. I know what to worship. But after doing so, I feel a little at ease, which is weird.”
"Has no one gone to see it nearby?"
"It's not clean there. Even if we go there during the day, it's still overcast and sizzling. If it's close to 10,000 meters away, we won't dare to go there. Master Qi has always warned us not to go there."
Xiao Chen's doubts couldn't help but get worse.
The honest young man suddenly came over and whispered: "I once heard the old people in the village say that this mountain was originally a dragon's head, and it has always been a dragon's head mountain! Later, the dragon's head broke, and it became unclean."
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