Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the younger generation of the twelve families will enter the ancestral land on this day, ten years after ten years, and the cycle repeats, and they are pinned on many expectations. 79 free

Jiang Feng returned to the Shui family, met with Shui Baimei and Shui Qingqian, talked for an hour, and then left alone, the ancestral land is the important land of the twelve cultivation families, outsiders are not allowed to enter lightly, once discovered, the twelve families will spare no effort to join forces to kill.

Shui Baimei informed Jiang Feng about the ancestral land, which was already a big risk, although it was an extraordinary time, but he didn't want to become the target of the public at a critical time.

Jiang Feng left the Shui family and went to the ancestral land alone, he had a simple map in his hand, which was specially drawn for him by Shui Baimei, which allowed him to enter the center of the ancestral land in the shortest possible time.

Wulong Mountain, standing on the bank of the Yellow River, is not high, not spectacular, but since ancient times, it has been endowed with a mysterious mythological color.

This is not a barren mountain, at the foot of the mountain, there are scattered villages, and the history of the village is not verifiable, according to the codex, those villages are the heirs of the twelve cultivation families.

But the age is too long, the bloodline has long been thin, and the inheritance cannot be continued, they have long been unrelated to the twelve cultivation families, but they are just living in this land of China, the most ordinary members.

Jiang Feng came to the foot of Wulong Mountain, and the first stop was a village called Shicun, from which he would climb the mountain and enter the ancestral land. This is another one, different from the people of the Twelve Cultivation Families who entered the ancestral land, because Jiang Feng didn't want to meet the people of the Twelve Families for the time being, and the movement he made at the trial meeting was big, and everyone in the major families knew about it, some people appreciated it, and naturally, there would be people who hated him to death.

The stone village is not big, about 14 families, but it is the center of this village, and there is a small one, and at this time, the sound of reading can be heard far away in the school.

Bathed in the early morning sunshine, the hard-working villagers walked out of their homes one after another, went to work in the fields, Jiang Feng walked through the ridges, and saw an old farmer harvesting corn and bellflower in the field.

The old farmer held a sickle in his hand, and a sickle cut through, and the bellflower was cut off a large piece, he was already old, his head was white, his back was rickety, his body was thin, and he seemed to have no strength, but the speed of the harvest was amazing.

Jiang Feng watched from the side for about five minutes, and the old farmer harvested a large piece of bellflower, and the old farmer's subordinates kept tigging up the cut bellflower, and grabbed a bundle with one hand and returned to the village.

These bellflowers will be crushed by the machine qì and then used as feed for cattle and sheep, a very common scene, perhaps every day, they have been accustomed to repeated work, and do not feel how hard it is.

But Jiang Feng looked at the back of the old farmer leaving, but his heart shook slightly, he could see that the old farmer's strength was amazing, even if he was old and his spirit was no longer in his prime, but he was still far beyond ordinary people.

Looking at the rickets on its back, it seems that it is almost impossible to walk, but carrying two bundles of bellflowers, which add up to nearly a catty, is the wind under his feet and walks fast.

In the eyes of outsiders, this may be a kind of labor instinct, they have lived here for generations, the word industrious has been deeply imprinted into the bones, in order to survive, it has to be so, it is another embodiment of the fight with the sky, simple and unpretentious, but passed down from generation to generation.

But Jiang Feng saw other clues, he frowned and thought for a while, hesitated slightly, followed the old farmer, Jiang Feng entered the village, and saw an old woman carrying water.

The village is remote and undeveloped, and drinking water needs to be picked from a natural spring pit five meters away from the village.

The old woman is about eighty years old, with mottled silver hair and wrinkles on her face, perhaps when she was young, she was also admired by countless young people in Shicun, but as the years passed, she could no longer see the beauty of the year.

The old woman had a black pole pressed on her shoulder, and at each end of the pole were two large wooden barrels, which were filled with spring water, and from the bending of the pole, it could be seen that the weight was not light.

The two buckets of water seemed to crush the old woman at any moment, which was worrying, but in the end it was not the case, when the old woman walked, her shoulders did not shake or tremble, and not a single drop of water was splashed in the two wooden barrels that were almost filled with water.

This seems to outsiders to be a miracle, and it is hard to imagine that an eighty-year-old woman can do something that no one in her prime may be able to do.

Jiang Feng sighed at the greatness of life, but did not come forward to help, he knew that it was not necessary, the old woman was definitely not the first time to carry water, she should be like this every morning, along the road from home to the spring pit, every day, leaving one footprint after another, and her youth, which has also made countless young people's hearts moved, between this kind of reciprocation, slowly passed, leaving behind the carvings of the years.

Jiang Feng sighed softly, and watched the old woman enter a low building, he slowly walked into the village, the village was very small, and there was an unobstructed view, a short, swarthy middle-aged man, polishing the stone tablet at the gate of his house.

Stone village near the mountain is more rocky, the village is named after the stone, the mountain of stones, is the source of their wealth, the middle-aged strong man holds a boulder of no less than two catties in his hand, put it in a vacant land, pick up the stone cutter in his hand to cut the stone.

The stone pattern is uneven, and the texture cannot be seen, but every time the middle-aged strong man cuts it, it is just right.

The middle-aged strong man put down the stone cutter and wiped it with gauze instead, his hands and ten fingers were covered with calluses, and the knuckles were almost half larger than the average person, calm and powerful.

After that, there is the lettering, the middle-aged strong man holds a hammer in one hand, a steel drill in the other, and between the clanging bells, the dust splashes, and one word after another emerges on the stele.

The whole process, in one go, is like flowing water, this is not a simple practice makes perfect, Jiang Feng finally determined something through the agitation of the muscular lines of the strong man's arm.

It seems that the people of this stone village should be an heir left over from the Twelve Cultivation Families as he saw from the Shui family's codex.

It's a pity that the inheritance is broken, and they can't cultivate like those people who have cultivated the twelve, but there should still be some great cultivation methods left in the village, and the people in the village have more or less come into contact with them, so that there will be seventy or eighty-year-old people who are old and immortal, and the sturdy middle-aged people who cut stones like cutting tofu will appear.

The twelve families have survived in ancient times, and have been passed down through various stages to the present, and several inheritances have been interrupted in the middle.

And this stone village, which is even more close to being cut off from inheritance, has long been the same as ordinary people, but some kind of traces of imprint into the bones and blood still exist, and it can still create miracles.

Jiang Feng sighed softly, feeling more and more that the ancestors of the twelve cultivation families were extraordinary, maybe in that ancestral land, there would really be a great opportunity for great creation.

It's just that it's different after all, Jiang Feng doesn't think that creation is of any use to him, he wants to go in and have a look, and he doesn't hope for anything else.

Jiang Feng did not leave immediately, he took a turn in the stone village, and also went to the small village in the village, there was one more person in the village, which attracted the attention of some people, and someone stepped forward to talk to Jiang Feng, and the words were cordial, and he learned that Jiang Feng was from Los Angeles, and called Jiang Feng a city person.

Jiang Feng asked some questions, and they answered them one by one, and they were not rejected because Jiang Feng was an outsider, and even the aunt invited Jiang Feng to be a guest at home, Jiang Feng refused, donated a sum of money, and left it for the children in the village, attracting the title of a living bodhisattva.

They were simple and kind, and they felt very good to Jiang Feng, and then they heard that Jiang Feng was going to enter Wulong Mountain, and they were going to send someone to bring Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng still refused, from today on, Wulong Mountain will no longer be peaceful, and he doesn't want this peaceful village to be implicated.

Jiang Feng into the mountain, the mountain is stony, the shrubs are thick, there was no originally, the people of the stone village need to come to the door to quarry and cut firewood, opened up a simple small, but the small did not follow the belly of the mountain, the people of the stone village heard a lot of rumors about Wulong Mountain, this stone mountain standing on the bank of the Yellow River, since ancient times there is no shortage of various rumors. The people of Shicun warned him that there were strange things in the mountains, and that the people in the village had lived here for generations, and they did not dare to enter rashly.

The carved out was quickly finished, and there was no more behind it, Jiang Feng walked through the bushes, there was no one here, he had no scruples, and he advanced in a very violent way.

Some resident birds were frightened, flapping their wings and leaving a few feathers to fly into the air, Jiang Feng also saw a few wolf-like jackals, silently shuttling through the bushes and jungles, leaving a few afterimages.

It has not been developed and has preserved its original appearance, and there are many animals in the mountain that have long been extinct in other places, and it is certainly dangerous for ordinary people to enter the mountain.

Jiang Feng was full of blood and blood, the jackal did not dare to approach, and followed in the distance, with a green light in his eyes, but after following for a while, he gave up, and it seemed that Jiang Feng was not easy to provoke.

Jiang Feng didn't pay attention to it, and walked faster and faster, this was not the master of the Five Dragons Mountain, and it couldn't be compared with the one taken by the Twelve Cultivation Families, and he had delayed some time in the Stone Village before, maybe at this time, the people of the Twelve Families had already entered the mountain, and he had to speed up.

Wulong Mountain is not high, but the mountain is huge, Jiang Feng climbed a high ground, looking into the distance, the countless mountains converged together, at the end, there is a faint tendency to turn into a real dragon.

Shui Baimei once said that this time the Tibetan wind gathers qi and the true dragon looms, it is indeed a treasure land of feng shui, no wonder the ancestors of the twelve cultivation families chose the ancestral land here.

The one in the back is getting more and more difficult to walk, ordinary people are estimated to be exhausted when they walk here, Jiang Feng is not easy, and after walking a little further, Jiang Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He saw traces of footprints, and judging from the footprints left there, it was not one, but two.

"Could it be that there are other people climbing the mountain from Shicun?" Jiang Feng frowned slightly, thinking slightly, he looked at the footprints that stretched far away, his figure flashed, chasing the direction in which the footprints disappeared. L