Jiang Li still likes to lean quietly against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, looking at the streams, mountains, and meadows in the distance, and humming a song lightly on his lips. Perhaps, it's good to live like this day so plainly, right? What kind of racial strife, grudges, vendettas, she no longer thinks about asking.

It's been a few days, and I haven't seen Liu Fanping coming, so I can't help but wonder a little. He used to come to see him several times a day, and he spent most of the day here, busy and hospitable. Why, these days, like mud oxen entering the sea, there is no sound.

Although the two have only known each other for more than a month, after all, he has saved his life, and for some reason, he has a good impression of him in his heart, so he can't ignore this matter. At that moment, when he mentioned the sword he carried with him, he roughly recalled the direction of Wengcao Village that Liu Fanping and she had said, and went north after leaving the cave.

Under the blue sky, in the breeze, the white clouds fluttered, accompanied by the click of footsteps on the grass, and the beautiful figure walked alone. The sun was shining behind him, and there seemed to be the singing of villagers in the distance, a quiet and peaceful morning scene.

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Ten miles north of the cave, Weng Cao Village.

Weng Cao Village is a small village, built on the mountain, along a winding mountain road, in the mountainside of the flat land, there are large and small houses and thatched houses. It's a remote place, surrounded by greenery, and it's hard to find unless you're looking for it. On the road at the entrance of the village, a stone tablet is erected on the side of the road, on which the three big characters of Weng Cao Village are written with the juice made of red herbs, which looks simple and old.

At this time, at the entrance of Weng Cao Village, many people are gathering, and from the appearance, they can basically be divided into two factions. On one side, they were dressed simply, and they were villagers of Weng Cao Village, while on the other side, there were about a dozen or so people, all of them riding on fat horses, holding scimitars, and many of them were naked, showing their knotted muscles.

Many villagers were carrying bags of grain at this time, and some villagers drove a few cattle and sheep to the herd of horse thieves. The first of the horse thieves was a tall man, with a deep scar on his face, and at this time, he waved the long whip in his hand, and with a snap, it was whipped on the body of a villager, and the villager snorted miserably, and his skin opened to reveal a bloody mark. A loud voice sounded: "Fuck, hurry up for Lao Tzu! The beaten villagers didn't dare to squeak, thinking that it was not the first time that these things had happened, and they trembled and sped up the work at hand. Seeing this, Liu Fanping in the crowd was about to speak out to stop it, but was tightly pulled by a sixty-year-old lady.

The scar horse thief drove the horse a few steps and came to an old man with white hair, and said impatiently: "Village Chief Wang, why is there so little food to pay tribute this year! Not even half of last year's." The old man surnamed Wang hurriedly bowed down and replied, "Please forgive me, my lord, this year's grain harvest is very poor, and this is already the year's ration for the whole village, so you can show mercy and let us go." When the grain harvest is finished next year, we will definitely make up for it together. ”

The scar thief didn't answer him, his eyes swept through the villagers, and he said, "Since there is not enough food, let's make up for it with something else." At the moment, they glanced at each other, and the two horse thieves understood, and immediately entered the villagers, and after a burst of cheers, they pulled out several young villager women. Seeing this, Village Chief Wang was shocked, and hurriedly begged: "Your Majesty, please be gracious, please let us go." ”

Several women, pulled by the horse thief, had their clothes torn, revealing their fair skin, and they were all crying and begging bitterly. The scar horse thief turned a blind eye, kicked Village Chief Wang to the ground, and scolded and said in his mouth: "Old thing, it is their blessing that Lao Tzu takes a fancy to them, and I don't know how to lift them." Village Chief Wang struggled to get up, and an old man hugged the thigh of the scar horse thief and said astringently: "The king, please be gracious and let them live." ”

In the past, none of the villagers taken away by the horse thieves came back, without exception.

A gleam flashed in the Scar Thief's eyes, and his hand rose and fell, and his movements were clean and neat. A pillar of blood swayed on the mountain path, and the old man's withered body fell to the side of the road, convulsed twice, and no longer moved.

The villagers screamed in exclamation, Liu Fanping couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a piece of brick and stone and rushed towards the scar horse thief, shouting: "You thief who can't die well, I'll fight with you!" The scar horse thief didn't care, laughed proudly, and kicked Liu Fanping over a few times with a flying kick. Although Liu Fanping is quite strong, he has no power to fight back in front of the scar horse thief. I saw the scar horse thief take three steps and make two steps, walked to Liu Fanping, who fell to the ground, held the knife and raised his hand, and slashed it off suddenly.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to hell for you to break into!"

In the sound of breaking the air, a brilliant blood flower splashed up, throwing a rounded arc in the sun. Liu Fanping's eyes flickered, and he saw the huge scarred horse thief's body fall to the ground with a bang, and a beautiful figure appeared in front of him.

"Will leave!"

The horse thieves looked at each other, and the moment was so swift that they didn't know what was happening. When the villagers opened their mouths wide and didn't have time to speak, they flashed away from their bodies, as if the Yiren danced under the moon, and more than a dozen horse thieves fell to the ground one after another.

The scene fell silent for a while.

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The night in Weng Cao Village is extraordinarily quiet, with only a few houses still lit up and the sound of talking.

Yesterday, after killing the horse thieves, she asked the villagers where the horse thieves lived and disappeared, and when she reappeared in Weng Cao Village in the afternoon, Liu Fanping told everyone the good news that there would be no horse thieves to harass everyone in the future. The horse thieves who ravaged Weng Cao Village for several years and did all kinds of evil disappeared in one day.

Everyone was saddened by Village Chief Wang, but there was also a hint of joy. In the past two days, the villagers held a feast and warmly welcomed the newcomer.

At first, he wanted to refuse, but under the warm invitation of the villagers and the persuasion of Liu Fanping, he still participated in the celebration of Wengcao Village. She hadn't lived like this in years, and she was a little at a loss. Originally, she was worried that because she was an alien, she would not be accepted by the villagers, but in the eyes of the villagers, there was no distinction between aliens and humans, only good people and bad people. The horse thief who plundered the village was the bad guy, and the one who helped them drive away the horse thief was the good guy.

In fact, in the eyes of ordinary people, the distinction between races is really not that important, right? What is really persistent and cannot let go is the vast number of cultivators in the world, whether it is a stranger or a human being, even if there is a Tao that penetrates the heavens and the earth, it is not as transparent and free as this ordinary sentient beings think.

Maybe ten years ago, the small village by the West Sea was the same, right? It was precisely because of the simplicity and kindness of the villagers that she had a beautiful and warm childhood.

If it weren't for the accident ten years ago, my life would have been what it is now, growing into a big girl, marrying a wife, having children, and living a life like this Weng Cao Village, plain and fulfilling, until I am old.

This night, I will have a lot of fun.

The life that has been lost for a long time seems to have rekindled hope in life.

This night, she really felt the beauty of Wengcao Village as described by Liu Fanping, the frolicking of the villagers, the candle flames at night, and the fragrance of flowers and plants.

A large round table surrounded by seven or eight people, full of wine and food, Liu Fan was drinking happily with his friends sitting next to him, and his face was slightly drunk. A little girl of five or six years old ran to Jiangli's position, handed her a small flower, blinked her watery eyes, and said in a tender voice: "Sister Jiangli's eyes are so beautiful, they are blue!" Jiangli smiled slightly, reached out and rubbed the little girl's head. A middle-aged woman next to her laughed and said: "Xiao Ning, you said that my sister is so beautiful, I don't know who is so blessed in the future to be able to marry my sister into the door?" Hearing this, everyone in the audience chuckled, and their eyes looked at Jiang Li, and Liu Fanping's gaze also stayed on Jiang Li's face, flashing with a strange look.

Feeling Liu Fanping's fiery gaze, his unconscious face flushed, and he hurriedly diverted the topic. The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly interrupted Jiangli's words and preemptively said: "Xiao Ning is going to marry Jiangli's sister in the future, and none of you are allowed to rob me!"

The night is as cool as water, and Weng Cao Village is smiling.