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In the small room of the small post station, on the small wooden bed, Ziran fell asleep very indecently with his thighs turned sideways, and hugged Zi Yan tightly in his arms, Zi Yan snuggled tightly in his arms, closed his eyes, and his beautiful face looked extremely quiet and lovely.

Ziran tilted his head, not knowing where his palm touched, and his face couldn't help but show a comfortable and satisfied look.

The habit he has developed over the years, Ziran's body has become extremely rational, when he should do something, he will never procrastinate, and when he shouldn't do something, he will never move, just like now, if he can lie on the bed, he will never get up, and I don't know if it is the warmth of the quilt or the softness of his hands that attracts him.

Relatively speaking, Ran Chuan is the real rational, he never wastes time sleeping, and he will never lie in bed when he can get up, even if he is in a daze outside the door.

I don't know how long it took, Ziran got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes and pushed open the door, looked at the blazing sun, frowned slightly, and wondered if he had slept for too long. Ziran slept late last night, but after one night, some of the anomalies he exhibited last night had completely disappeared. He stretched hard, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, he saw Ran Chuan in a daze beside the wooden table under the pergola.

Slightly silent, he greeted with a smile, and responded to Ran Chuan's calm and indifferent face, unable to see his expression.

Ziran touched his head in embarrassment, and then decided not to pay attention to this cold young man, turned around and went into the house to help Ziyan go out and sit at the wooden table under the pergola.

Then he went to the iron pot where the broth had been boiled last night, made a fire with a planing fire, then added some water, and went to the carriage to take some rice and throw it in the pot, ready to boil a pot of porridge.

There was silence, Ziran sat on the wooden bench, looking into the distance and wondering what to think.

The rice porridge was quickly boiled, Ziran served a bowl to Ziyan, and then he also served a bowl and squatted outside the pergola to drink deliciously.

Although Ziran solemnly decided that he would not try to communicate with Ran Chuan again, after thinking for a while, he still came to Ran Chuan with rice porridge and squatted.

He thought about it carefully, organized the language, and then asked a serious question.

"How did you do it yesterday?"

“……。” Ran Chuan's calm face was a little confused, probably thinking about what you were talking about.

Ziran looked at his expression and probably understood something, and covered his forehead in pain.

"How did you become enlightened? That's how you become a practitioner. After a night's sleep adjustment, Zi Ran seems to have become normal, but the more normal this is, the more abnormal it is, how much he longs for that kind of power, how can he show so indifference, of course he can't be indifferent.

"......" Ran Chuan had already looked at him silently and did not speak.

Ziran's expression froze slightly, his face was slightly astringent, with a wry smile, he knew what Ran Chuan wanted to express, he said, Didn't I say it last night, I don't know.

When Ziran was about to give up communicating with Ran Chuan, Ran Chuan spoke.

He took the bowl of rice porridge from Ziran's hand, took a sip, and then said.

"I don't know exactly how I got enlightened, maybe it was just a chance, or maybe it had something to do with the human body, I don't know. But my enlightenment had to do with your broth, and in that moment, I seemed to understand something, your battles, your meals, and," Ran Chuan looked into the distance, with some doubt in his eyes, and he said, "Your life." ”

Ziran was silent for a while, thoughtful, as if he understood something, and some seemed to not know what he understood.

After thinking for a while, Ziran didn't know what he was thinking, and scratched his head a little annoyed, only then did he remember that this cold man who didn't seem to be able to speak actually said such a long sentence, and couldn't help but sigh, and then he saw that the rice porridge in Ran Chuan's hand was about to bottom out, and he exclaimed, snatched the rice porridge from Ran Chuan's hand, drank it all, and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and touched his stomach with satisfaction.

Purposeful departure, naturally will not have too much stay at a certain point on the road, although Ziran's current purpose is very general, to go to a crowded place, to those big cities, although it will not be much more hurried, but it will definitely not be too long.

Along the way, in addition to taking care of Zi Yan, Zi Ran spent more time asking Ran Chuan for advice on how to practice, although this cold man who was so cold that he rarely spoke rarely responded, although it was true that he didn't know, but Zi Ran still asked reluctantly, looking extremely studious and extremely boring.

Ran Chuan has no relatives and friends since he was a child, and he has been wandering alone all these years, looking extremely indifferent and a little pitiful at the same time, and unconsciously seems to have integrated into the combination of Ziran and Ziyan, the sister and brother, sitting on the wheel in front of the carriage, Ran Chuan looked indifferent and didn't know the way, so he walked for a long time under the guidance of Ziran's fingers and miscellaneous horses, and finally came to a city.

The three of them rested beside the pergola under a big tree not far outside the city, looking at the city gate not far away and the loess city wall that was now very dilapidated, but they couldn't see how big the city was, but no matter how small the city was, there would definitely be a lot of novelty in it.

In this world where cultivators only exist under the favor of God, the number of cultivators is always a small part, and this further reflects the existence of royal power, no matter what era it is, royal power is always supreme, that is, it represents power.

Ziran sat on the wheel next to the carriage, Ran Chuan sat on the other side, and Ziyan sat in the carriage.

The three of them were directly stunned and passed under the city wall where a large part of the city gate was already missing, and they could be regarded as entering the city, and they didn't even know what the name of the city was.

Ziran sat on the wheel in a daze, let the miscellaneous horses pull the carriage and walk slowly, thinking about it for a long time, only to remember if there was something wrong, there was no yamen guard stationed at the city gate, no fee to enter the city, no check the things in the carriage, and no look at whether there was a customs clearance document, which seemed a little strange.

He turned his head to look at Ran Chuan, but found that the guy was actually leaning against the wall of the carriage and squinting his eyes and pretending to sleep, even when he was pretending to sleep, the expression on his face was still so cold, in the late spring and early summer, the weather was already hot, but the expression of this guy turned this heat into coolness.

Ziran retracted his gaze hatefully and decided not to pay attention to these things anymore.

Then the miscellaneous horse pulled the carriage and went on, and he realized that something was wrong.

There was no business on the side of the streets of the city, but there were many pedestrians on the streets, all in groups of three or five, almost all of them carrying some kind of guys, knives or swords.

Ziran's expression became a little solemn, his brows furrowed slightly, and then all of them turned calm.

Faintly, he remembered something, he had heard of such a place a long time ago.

At the junction of several countries, there is a very fertile land, on this land, there are several cities, because several countries are not willing to let each other take this land, several countries are not in harmony, if the other party gets a few cities on this land, then the country will have a great threat to several other countries, over time, no country dares to recover this fertile land, because no one wants to face the threat of several major countries at the same time.

So this fertile land has become a wasted land, because no country has an army stationed, so there are a lot of displaced people from the surrounding countries, these people may have been ordinary refugees before, but more criminals who have committed a lot of great things and refuge with powerful enemies, here, it has gradually become a paradise for these people, because of this, this place has become very chaotic, very chaotic.

And the city that Ziran is entering now is one of the cities in this fertile land.

In less than a quarter of an hour after entering the city, Ziran saw three fights.

There is no doubt that most of these people in the city are outlaws, living in the shadow of death every day, these people have become extremely tyrannical, and in this city without the slightest restraint, they are becoming more and more arrogant. They have no source of livelihood, and their only source of livelihood is the constant influx of displaced people from the outside world, except for these people in the cities.

And Ziran and Ran Chuan, the two extremely weak teenagers sitting on the wheel, seemed to them to be two pieces of white and pure meat.

These people, in order to survive, will eat everything they can eat, even human flesh.

A group of homeless people who appeared to be somewhat strong surrounded the carriage. Before entering the city, they were outcasts, refugees, and after entering the city, they were hunters who ate scavengers.

Maybe the meat on the body of the stray horse after killing it was enough for them to eat for many days, or maybe the two white and pure teenagers also had a lot of meat on them, or maybe there was a lot of food in the carriage behind them, whatever the reason, in short, these people surrounded the carriage.

Ziran touched the iron knife under him, but he didn't hurry to make a move, and a sword light flashed.

Ziran tilted his head slightly, looking at the indifferent and cold face next to him, indifferent.

Ran Chuan didn't know when he woke up, as if he had just woken up, and it seemed that he had been awake for a long time, he held a long sword in his hand, and on the sharp cold light, drops of blood slipped down, looking extremely cruel and cold and powerful.

In front of him, a round of headless corpses slowly collapsed, blood spurting from his neck with some cruel beauty.

"Why are you besieging us?" His gaze was as cold as ice, and he slowly glanced at it.

The corners of Ziran's mouth twitched slightly, thinking, is your words too redundant, too stupid, he is ashamed and even wants to bow his head, in order to show that he is not with him.

The homeless people looked at their dead companions without much emotion in their eyes, and a dozen people leaned towards the carriage brandishing knives or swords.

Ran Chuan got out of the carriage, the long sword in his hand with a cold glow. Ziran pulled out a long knife from under the wheel, jumped out of the carriage, and fought in an instant.