The flying boat of Cunwei Mountain is safe and sound, and it is gorgeous, but it is still not as fast as the flight of Edgeworth. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, the speed of the Flying Boat is not slow, and the things created by the Great Sect Sect for transportation are much faster than the flying goods outside or the speed at which the monks themselves cultivate to control the clouds. However, if you don't need to represent the sect, you are generally used to coming and going with your own sword, not only the speed has the feeling of flying, but also the victory is at ease.

Cunwei Mountain goes deep into the Lianyun Mountains, and it takes two days and two nights for Edgeworth to travel to Xiaolang Villa. It takes less than four days to travel in a flying boat and sail at full speed. It's just that the matter is not urgent, and everyone is invited to participate in the Dan meeting, so Uncle Li ordered people to walk slowly, and it will take about five days to reach Xiaolang Villa.

At this time, it has been a day since he came out of Cunwei Mountain.

On the flying boat, Xiao Yu sat alone in the room, staring at a slender scabbard in front of him in a daze.

The sheath is purple all over, and there are silver spots of light on it, like stars in the sky.

This was originally Shao Heng's gift of congratulatory sword that Xiao Yu planned to give him before he got the Heavenly Machine Sword. The scabbard is made of a special plant with purple veins that can be worn over the body to remove obstacles.

Xiao Yu added a little bit of the essence of the stars to it, which naturally implied the "Vientiane Phantom Star Formula" that Shao Heng had learned, and when his sword was placed in the sheath, he could feel the breath of the stars all the time, and it was best to use it to raise a sword.

However, since Shao Heng confessed to himself, Xiao Yu's scabbard has become a little hot, and I don't know if I should give it away.

Xiao Yu's mind kept overlapping and flashing the two figures of A Shao and Shao Heng, and all kinds of times in the past life and this life were intertwined, and he was depressed.

In all fairness, Ah Shao means a lot to her, and after meeting Shao Heng in Yanbo Lake, she realized that the love of her previous life is like the essence of her bones, and there has never been a trace of fading.

But aside from the similarity between Shao Heng and A Shao, there are many differences in the temperaments of the two. Recalling the half a year that Shao Heng accompanied her to play in the landscape, Xiao Yu herself occasionally felt a little trance in the past few days: If she had never met A Shao, maybe she would have liked this handsome man, right?

It's just a pity that there is no if.

After seeing the sword scabbard she made with her own hand, Xiao Yu waved her right hand, put the scabbard into the skein silver bracelet, pushed open the door, and walked to the deck.

Looking at the clouds steaming outside the flying boat, constantly surpassing flocks of flying birds and sailing forward, Xiao Yu thought to herself, if it was in the past, she would probably not like to be trapped in the flying boat, and would take the opportunity to go out with Shao Heng to go out for a walk. It's just that now, in order to avoid embarrassment between the two, or to make Shao Heng further misunderstood, it is better to minimize the meeting.

Xiao Yu took out a small bag of dry food, and stood boredly on the side of the flying boat to feed the birds, thinking: I don't know where Shao Heng is now, has he found anyone?

The preoccupied girl didn't know how firm Shao Heng's affection was for her, just as she didn't know it herself, and she couldn't actually treat Shao Heng as a complete stranger.

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Yunxi Village is located in the northern part of the territory of Dachu, a powerful country in Shenzhou.

However, it is located in a remote area, surrounded by mountains, and it is inconvenient to enter and exit inside and outside, and it is quite isolated from the world. Due to the poor roads and the blockage of internal and external information, the villagers are simple and childish, all of them work hard, and they go into the mountains to hunt from time to time, but they are also self-sufficient.

The cool breeze is blowing, and the mountains and forests are naturally not as majestic as the Lianyun Mountains, and the clouds are steaming. But here the spring branches are newly budding, at a glance are all extremely tender green, which is a little pink dotted with tender green, although it is not as gorgeous as the Taoyuan Peak, the pink is like clouds, but it is also full of spring.

The houses in the village are scattered, and they are not far apart. Only occasionally one or two houses were on the other side of the field, and they seemed a little lonely.

There are very few outsiders here, so when a man wearing a hat and not seeing his face clearly walks into the village, not only a few children playing on the country roads show curious eyes, but even the villagers who work in the fields cast cautious eyes.

The man, dressed in a gray cloak with a long strip of cloth behind his back that seemed to be wrapped in something, looked a little dusty, and he walked up to three children who were playing by the side of the road, and asked a few questions.

The three children were a little frightened at first, but when they saw that he spoke softly and brought out some very delicate and delicious pastries, they all scrambled to answer his questions.

"Thank you. The man spoke with a gentle smile in his tone, gave a few pieces of pastry to the children, and walked towards a remote place in the village.

One of the children saw his sturdy old mother in the distance carrying a rolling pin and rushed over with a nervous face, and immediately stuffed the pastry into his mouth, for fear that someone would snatch it away. As soon as he stuffed it into his mouth, the boy's eyes couldn't help but widen: "Hmm! It's delicious!!"

Another boy also learned to put the pastry in his mouth, and his eyes were also wide-eyed: he had never been late for such a sweet, so soft, so fragrant pastry!

"Erya, why don't you eat it, if you don't eat it again, your mother will give good things to your brother again!" Huzi said strangely as he stared at the pastry in the little girl's hand with a longing expression.

Erya held the two pastries in a daze, her eyes were both amazed and confused: "That big brother looks like an immortal!"

When the man thanked herself, she saw the face of the man under the hat, she had never seen such a good-looking man, and even the son of the village chief's family who had won Xiucai was not as good-looking as the man just now.

Erya was thinking in her heart: she must marry such a good-looking man in the future. How do you know that your hands are empty, and the pastries given by your brother have been snatched away by Huzi, and she immediately burst into tears, where do you still remember the appearance of that person.

Shao Heng, who almost had a little bride, was walking towards Jiang's house without a hurry.

Because there were still a few days before the flying boat arrived at Xiaolang Villa, Shao Heng thought of the explanation of the master on this trip. Although Shizun wanted to let himself go after the Danhui, Shizun attached so much importance to this matter, so he thought that it would be better to go to the place where his uncle's relatives were before going to the Danhui.

Shao Heng explained the situation with Li Fengtai and Zheng Ying, and when they heard that it was related to Qinghuai, they naturally agreed, and only warned him to be careful in everything.

He also looked for Xiao Yu before leaving, but at that time, Xiao Yu had a look of "being bored and wanting to go out for a walk", but his face suddenly changed and he didn't want to be with him.

Shao Heng smiled bitterly in his heart.

Obviously, Xiao Yu has a little bit of avoidance of him, and he is not as close as before. And Xiao Yu herself is indeed this idea, if she and Shao Heng continue to be involved, this love debt will continue to be ripped and sorted out, so it is better to avoid it first, and let both of them calm down.

Shao Heng didn't want to push her too hard, but although she had decided to go with her heart, Xiao Yu's refusal several times in a row made Shao Heng feel a little frustrated.

The young man with a slight sorrow in his mouth gently flicked the dust off his clothes.

Before leaving Cunwei Mountain, Taihao Zhenren taught him the art of the sword again. He first rushed to contact Qingyan Zhenren's former servants and inquired about the location of his uncle's relatives.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Shao Heng changed his clothes, covered his face with a hat, and entered the village to ask the drooping child about the specific location of the Jiang family.

Uncle Qinghuai was abducted and trafficked back then, and he only knew that his surname was Jiang, and his name was given later, which means nostalgia and homesickness.

According to the news heard this time, the Jiang family lost their young son during the migration, and then searched for a long time but found nothing. During the migration, he encountered an epidemic, and both of Jiang Huai's parents died, but the elder brother and his wife and children finally settled here, and now there is only one grandson left.

The servant told him that the Jiang family had been orphaned since childhood, and his life was very difficult. Shao Heng looks at the style of this place, and can also perceive the hardships of life here. He thought of the impermanence of the world, although he suffered a great change and lost his parents, but since he was a child, he has never really known the suffering of the world, except for the hard work of practicing martial arts. Later, he entered Weishan to practice Taoism, although the tea was coarse and the rice was light, but it was not bad.

Shao Heng felt a little strange in his heart, and thought: I insisted on entering the mountain in order to eliminate the demons and defend the road, hoping that there would no longer be such a tragic incident as Yidu, and that I would have the ability to protect my relatives in the future. However, after practicing, although I am proficient in magic, I am powerless to deal with the sufferings of the clouds, so is the cultivator cultivating only for himself? Is the Heavenly Dao really ruthless? But how can I change everything in the world with the power of my own power?

Shao Heng sighed slightly in his heart, his heart was like a layer of gray mist, lingering, and he was suddenly unaware of the things around him.

Suddenly, a childish voice came from the wind: "Mother-in-law, that little brother is so pitiful, let's go help him, shall we?"

A hoarse voice as old as an old tree and a withered crow responded: "Hmph! You can help him for a while, but you can help him for a lifetime?" Everyone has their own position, what to do and what not to do, and they have their own fixed number. Don't be nosy, let's go. ”

When Shao Heng heard this, his mind suddenly became clear: Yes! Heaven is orderly, and everyone performs their duties. As a doctor, he should heal the sick and save people, as a general, he must protect his family and the country, and as an official, he must protect the people. All sentient beings are suffering, and so are cultivators, and it is the duty of our righteous path disciples to protect mortals within the scope of our ability to eliminate demons and defend the path. As for how to solve the livelihood of the people, it is the work of the court and the government.

Shao Heng thought to himself: Although the old woman's words are rude, the truth is not coarse, huh?

He looked up and saw the old woman holding a wooden cane in one hand and a six or seven-year-old girl in the other, all of whom looked very ordinary, Shao Heng had never seen them. The two were walking in the direction of the exit of the village, passing by Shao Heng. The girl's face was sallow, but her eyes were round and watery, and she still looked back at a certain place step by step.

Shao Heng saw that his eyes were a little like Xiao Yu, but he didn't look forward to Shenfei and be as confident as her, and sighed in his heart: "I don't know if Yu'er is boring alone?"

He thought about it, and immediately noticed that there was something strange in the corner of the house in front of him, where the six or seven-year-old girl had just looked back.

"Hit me, beat me hard, let him steal my stuff again!" a neutral voice shouted viciously, and there was a sound of fists and kicks.

Shao Heng didn't need to look to find that the front was not far from the Jiang family where he was going, and he couldn't help but sink in his heart, and immediately strode towards the source of the sound.

Because he was anxious for the front, he didn't notice that the old woman who had turned her back to him suddenly turned her head and stared at her back for a while, with a trace of joy and a trace of deep horror in her eyes.

"Is it him?" the old woman murmured like a mosquito.

"Mother-in-law, what's wrong?" asked the little girl innocently looking at her mother-in-law who suddenly stopped.

The mother-in-law's eyes flashed with pity, and she said, "It's nothing, go quickly." After saying that, he quickened his pace, and despite the little girl's short legs, he went out of the village. It's just that the mother-in-law moved lightly in her hand, and a wisp of fresh wind came out, but there was no trace at all.

In Quanbei City, near Xiaolang Villa, there are countless people from all over Shenzhou. Whether it is Shao Heng, who is alone at this time, or the people who are on the flying boat, they don't know that a treacherous storm is about to start here.

Later generations recorded that in the "Chronicles of Shenzhou", it was noted that "the rebellion in Shenzhou began with Xiaolang, and the gathering of seven swords also began in Quanbei." ”