It is a small military town, close to the barbarian steppe, and as far as the eye can see, the green grassland is like a landscape painting, and the smell of fresh grass and earth wafts in the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The emptiness is refreshing, and the mood is naturally relaxed.

Standing on the hill, Zhang Kaifeng opened his arms and embraced the taste of the grassland, he had such an idea a long time ago, he wanted to come to the grassland for a while, and he didn't expect to come here in this situation. In the early morning, the misty fog has not yet lifted, but the wheel corridor of the village can still be seen, and the curling smoke of cooking stoves rushes into the sky from the smoke of each house.

After looking at it for a while, he withdrew his gaze and left the mountain bag. Although the barbarians and Dayan are feuding, the two countries are not at war now, and the border passes are relatively stable, and you can go to the barbarian bazaar to have a look, but it is no problem. However, he was not careless and patrolled from time to time. There are no large groups of barbarian soldiers, but there are still some small groups of barbarian soldiers who often harass them.

The town is small, and most of the residents are family members of the soldiers here. However, there are some outsiders, but in general, there are not many of them. However, the town is still much larger than before. Without him, it is natural that the people who came here to serve as soldiers either married local women or became sons-in-law, and the population gradually increased.

Of course, the people who come here to serve as soldiers are all people with no background, otherwise who would have come to this kind of border pass. But the simplicity of the people here warmed the hearts of these ostracized soldiers, who did not leave here, but took root here, got married and had children.

Walking on the street, the neighbors were very enthusiastic, Zhang Kaifeng responded one by one, pushed open the fence, Zhang Kaifeng was in front of a simple thatched house, which was built by the previous family here, and later moved away, so he lived here temporarily.

It's been seven days since he came here, and Zhang Kaifeng's skill has been falling from the realm of transforming gods, and his skill has been flowing continuously, and it has fallen to the realm of refining qi and refining essence, and it will inevitably drop even more in a few days. It's impossible not to lose it, the master who was once on the talent list, high-spirited, drawing his sword and wielding pleasure, but now he is facing the loss of skill and turning back into an ordinary person, that kind of pain is not nothing, it's just that he has a tough temperament and doesn't show it.

Although the sword inspired in the Burial God Palace injured the opponent, but, in the face of the master of the Void Realm, it was necessary to fight with the life element, and it was impossible to be without damage, and it was already a miracle that he did not die on the spot.

The night is getting thicker, Zhang Kaifeng, who was sitting in front of the hut, subconsciously gathered his clothes, once upon a time, he felt cold, from the beginning of martial arts, he didn't feel cold even in the ice and snow, and now the cold wind has made him feel unbearable, which is undoubtedly the biggest pain for a person who practices martial arts, not in the appearance but in the heart.

Back in the room, Zhang Kaifeng cooked some meals by himself, fortunately his craftsmanship did not regress, firewood, rice, oil and salt were sent by the neighbors, knowing that he was injured, so he was very sympathetic to him, but he did not overcharge, after all, the border area, the food is too little, and the neighbors are not easy. After a simple meal, I fell asleep.

Every day when he gets up, he will subconsciously lift his sword, and then release it, I don't know how long it will take him to get used to being no longer a swordsman? Maybe it will take a month or two months, maybe it will be longer, he doesn't know, how long will it take to be lost? He doesn't know.

Looking at this peerless demon sword that followed him from birth to death, Zhang Kaifeng was silent for a long time, and finally found a piece of cloth, wrapped it, and put it under the bed, maybe he would never have the possibility of lifting the sword again.

The sun rises and sets, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Kaifeng has been living in the town for more than two months, and his injuries are gradually recovering. It's just that his skills have completely retired, not even congenital, no different from ordinary people, he will go out for a walk every day, watch the old people play chess, listen to the neighbors talk and laugh, and he will slowly integrate here.

There are no rivers and lakes here, only an ordinary life, he is not a magic sword, and the neighbors do not know that he was a famous master. It's all good to him, and there is no deceit on the rivers and lakes.

Especially the children here are very fond of him, at first they are still afraid of this strange uncle with gray hair, but gradually they know that Uncle Gray has always smiled at them. The bold ones ran to him and asked him about the things outside, Zhang Kaifeng did not refuse, told them some things, and over time, the children would run to find the story after dinner in the evening. The neighbors saw that he talked well, and they were not worried about bringing the children badly, but were happy to see him.

There is an old man in the village who is responsible for teaching and reading, but after all, he is old, his memory is not good, he always forgets, and what the children learn is only scratching the surface, Zhang Kaifeng doesn't mind telling them what he knows and learns.

"Xiao Zhang, are you telling stories to the children again?" asked the old people passing by the pavilion with a smile.

Zhang Kaifeng smiled and said, "If they want to hear it, I'll just talk about it." ”

The little girl sitting next to Zhang Kaifeng, with big eyes as bright as jewels, bit her immature voice and said, "Uncle Zhang spoke very well, we all like to listen to his stories." ”

"Yes, the three girls come here every day, it turns out that they are listening to stories. The old man stroked his gray beard and smiled kindly.

"Da Zhuang, I also like to listen to Uncle Zhang's stories!" a little chubby dun raised his hand.

"Xiaohu likes it too. ”

"Niu Niu likes it too!"

“…………！”

For a while, the children gathered around started talking, and they all liked to listen to stories. Causing the old people to laugh, laugh and rejoice, the young man's arrival injected a burst of vitality into the calm and waveless village.

Time flies, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a white-haired young man living in the nameless military town has reached his first year. At first, he was not used to those strange eyes, but gradually the villagers were just curious, there was no malice, and he slowly didn't care, and he got used to it.

Spring is the sowing season, however, the proximity to the prairie is not suitable for growing crops, so most of them are mainly shepherding sheep, but there are still some vegetables to grow, Zhang Kaifeng lived where he borrowed some seeds from the neighbors, and got a vegetable field by himself. On the green grassland, a few sparse white sheep are happily eating the tender grass that has just broken through the soil, drinking the sweet snow water that melts from the high mountains, and is playing, and a big black dog is looking not far away.

On the hill not far away, a white-haired young man wearing a coarse cloth coat, gnawing on a dog's tail grass in his mouth, was holding a shabby book and looking at it with relish, and beside him were books with different contents, including books on Dayan, books on barbarians, books on medicine and vegetable planting, and even books on ghosts, he looked like a hard-working student who was not picky.

"Xiao Zhang, why don't you go back, it's not early. A voice came from not far away, it was the sister-in-law of the Luo family, the woman was dressed in coarse cloth, her figure was not bad, and she was wearing a hairpin on her head for an unknown number of years. Although she was poor, she could vaguely see the appearance of her youth, and her man was a general here. Everyone liked to tease the two of them, and when they met, they called the general's wife, which made the young woman ashamed.

It's funny to say that there are less than 100 soldiers in this military town, most of them are soldiers composed of the natives themselves, after all, this is too far away from the capital, and I hardly remember that there is a military town here.

Zhang Kaifeng got up and said, "It's right away, sister-in-law of the Luo family, you go first, I'll go back immediately." ”

"Alright. The sister-in-law of the Luo family agreed and drove the sheep away first.

Seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, Zhang Kaifeng also packed up his things and drove the sheep back to the village. These sheep are the only pieces of silver he had on him and bought them from the neighbors in the village, and he didn't do anything before, but now he is quite handy, of course, he was disgraced at the beginning, looking for a sheep and dropping a sheep, but fortunately there are people in the village to help. Gradually, he also learned how to grow vegetables and herd sheep, and his livelihood was finally settled.

Although the days are very dull, in the case of the guys who are soldiers here, the days have faded out of the bird's flavor. But he feels that this is life, the peaceful days have calmed his heart, no longer silent in the pain of losing his martial arts, and occasionally thinks of friends such as A Xue, Qingqing, and Jinniu, but he didn't choose to go back, and now he doesn't want to go back, maybe he will spend the rest of his life here, and let them think that he is dead, that's fine.

For Ah Xue, he is more guilty, he always doesn't give her the slightest warmth when he is enchanted, he doesn't hate Qingqing, he understands her. Looking at the snow-capped mountains, Zhang Kaifeng silently prayed, hoping that his friends would live well.

After herding the sheep into the sheepfold, I pushed open the door of the fence, and in the yard was a small vegetable patch, and the green vines had climbed up on the wooden shelf that had just been shelved, and the rapeseed sown in winter broke through the soil and sprouted. The simple yard has a little more breath of life, some wooden stools are placed outside the yard, the stove is set outside, and the pot on the stove is still exuding residual warmth, waiting for the owner to return.

After a simple meal, Zhang Kaifeng also lay on the chair and continued to read, but it didn't take long for a knock on the door to hear a knock on the door, Zhang Kaifeng opened the door, and there was a cramped and restless man standing outside the door.

This big man is not Luo He, the man who is the sister-in-law of the Luo family, Luo He is the general of the military town, but there is no fight. He is tall, half a head taller than ordinary people, and has a very rough appearance, but he is notoriously meticulous and gentle, otherwise he would not marry such a beautiful daughter-in-law as the sister-in-law of the Luo family.

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