A few months later, Pang Maimai still shuddered when he thought of it in the dead of night.

She couldn't even think back to how she had endured the bitter cold of the mountain wind in a pitch-black mountain, and she couldn't care about the wounds on her legs and the bleeding that flowed, and she shrank there trembling and huddled there all night.

She was afraid that the cold man would change his mind and come out and kill her, and even wondered if he was some kind of spirit, and if he couldn't get out of the village because of him.

This supernatural power is incredible.

But she still didn't dare to go down the mountain in the dark, it was so dark, the possibility of her rolling down was too high, and if she encountered a wild beast, it was also very dangerous, although there was no cave here, there were thorns to dodge.

When the sun came out, she felt like she had survived the long darkness and had been reborn.

I almost cried tears of joy.

She didn't dare to live on the mountain, she thought of a lot of ways and made a lot of efforts, so that the old woman who hired her to work last time agreed to let her rent a room, and usually work for the old man to carry water to pay the rent, and still have to solve the problem of food and clothing by herself.

She tried to help people do part-time work everywhere, went up the mountain to chop wood, dug wild vegetables, picked wild fruits, went down to the river to catch fish, set traps in the mountains, and did her best to not starve to death.

I even thought that I had fed a few chickens and saved some rice, so that I finally got rid of the days when I didn't have the last meal, and I didn't have to worry about being hungry every day.

She had to save up for the winter rations and firewood before the second winter came.

Only then can there be hope for a safe winter.

Sometimes when going up the mountain, she would go around to see the hole.

Nothing.

There were no holes, no her pheasant feathers, no her rabbit skin gloves, as if a qiē was just her fantasy or a dream, she had never lived in the mountains, nor had she met such a fierce, mysterious and cold man.

Each time she was puzzled.

While she didn't dare to dig deeper, she also knew that she might have to fall on someone like the man to solve the problem of being trapped in this village.

But until winter came, she still didn't have any clues, as if this was just an ordinary small village, except for the strange invisible cover, everything was as normal as farming.

She's been living here for over a year!

The youthful years, the lush years, actually spent here like this, struggling to survive at the bottom line every day, except for making his hands thicker and thicker, his face more and more yellow, his skin getting rougher and rougher, and his hair becoming more and more dry, he gained nothing.

Without fragrant shampoo and shower gel, no various skin care products and cosmetics, and no decent clothes, she is getting closer and closer to the appearance of the peasant women here.

Sometimes, I even think desperately, can I get rid of this village, do I want to live here for the rest of my life?

Even if you can live, what's the point?

Especially when I was tired, I wanted to give up, and even thought, maybe I will open my eyes and never wake up again, and when I wake up, I will find that a qiē is just a dream.

However, it may be that she subconsciously knows that this is really not a dream, and once she closes her eyes, she will probably never have a chance to open them again, and her desire to survive has overcome a qiē, so she still continues to work hard.

Life is slowly getting better, and her efforts will always be rewarded, and she began to integrate into this poor and isolated mountain village.

Another year's spring arrives as scheduled, and there are layers of new greens of different shades all over the mountains, but some of these greens are real and accessible to her, while others are just a little farther away, but they are blocked out of the invisible shield, and for her, it is only a visual background.

This feeling...... It's really strange and helpless.

However, the background of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters suddenly had something more.

Pang Maimai didn't react at first, until the few black dots on the horizon gradually got closer, and it could be seen that it was not a bird.

Her eyes widened suddenly:

It turned out to be humanoid!

She already knew that this world was mysterious. But after all, apart from the invisible protective shield and the dreamy night in the mountains, she had not been exposed to the rest of the surreal power.

In short, there is no blue sky and daylight to see someone flying in the sky so * and shocking.

The number of people who came was quite high, and the speed was amazing.

But in the blink of an eye, she had already seen the clear wide-sleeved big sleeves flying in the air, the azure moon white and long sleeves that could not be seen all over the world, and occasionally there were black, dark red, blue, gold, silver, silk and jade belts, high beard and feather crowns, and rings and hairpins......

The dust in his hand, the long sword behind his back, and the giant eagle with wings spread under his feet to cover a piece of sunlight...... is showing the five words "we are immortals".

Pang Maimai narrowed his eyes and counted the number of people in the sky, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...... There were eleven people in total.

Among them, seven people stood on the back of the giant eagle, and two others rode on the gourd together, a man in white sat on an unfolded folding fan, and a young man in black stood straight on a long sword with a cold light.

Fly the sword and fly the immortals!

It is impossible for people who have grown up by Shushan and a series of Xianxia TV and movie games to see such a living scene and not be moved!

Maybe because such a scene appeared on the screen too many times, and it was not very related to danger, Pang Maimai didn't feel terrible, he was just surprised, trance, and stunned for a while, and he didn't even have time to yearn for it.

Those immortals flew extremely fast, and at first they were only in the sky, and in an instant the figures were clearly visible.

Of course, it couldn't be just Pang Maimai who saw it, and soon, the whole village was noisy and boiling.

"The gods are coming! The gods are coming! ”

The voices of the village, young and old, men and women, rough or immature, all converged into this sentence at the end.

At this time, the group of immortals also stopped, as if they had discussed something with each other, and they were divided into three groups, and three people flew from the giant eagle, one stepped on the golden ring, and two sat on the paper kite, the person who stepped on the gold ring and the two on the gourd flew towards the south together, and the giant eagle flew towards the east with the four people, and the other two sitting on the paper kite flew towards their own village together with the man in white sitting on the fan and the young man in black on the flying sword.

The next situation, much like in many immortals nowadays, the four immortals stopped together in the middle of the village and gathered the children in the village to test the spiritual root.

In the old school of immortals, immortals are extremely rare, without fate, even if they are looking for a hundred years, they may not be able to meet, but in the overwhelming immortals on the Internet, they obviously do not pay attention to immortals, only pay attention to spiritual roots, as long as there is a spiritual root, there is no need to worry about the cultivation of the true sect to rush to recruit.

Pang Maimai once thought about this question.

The old school is obviously more based on reality, cultivating immortals, floating outside the world, how many people can have such luck? Why can't you meet immortals often? That's because the fairy fate is not enough.

And there are always major cultivators in the network who go deep into the grassroots to recruit students, and that is because the struggle between the major factions in those settings is relatively severe, so they must not hesitate to dig seeds and develop their strength.

Therefore, it can be considered that the Xianxia works that some people recruit are the world of the weak and the strong, and there are many struggles, so the consumption is also large.

That's not good news at all.

Since the current world is like this, it is absolutely impossible for me to have a better life in the future.

Maybe you have the life of the protagonist and have a good spiritual root, but there is also a great possibility of encountering all kinds of dangers, being calculated, taking treasures, dying before leaving the school, making the hero cry, and so on.

Maybe you are a struggling type, and if you have a spiritual root that is not very good, then the hard work will be doubled.

Maybe he doesn't have a spiritual root at all, maybe he can only stay in this small village and live the life of a low-level peasant woman, or maybe one day two immortals will fight in the sky and he will be killed by a falling meteor shower, or a demon cultivator will take a fancy to this village, and he will contribute an ordinary soul to one of his banner magic weapons with an evil tendency, and become one of the thousands of skeletons in the bloody fog in an attack scene one day.

Pang Maimai shook his head, putting aside his too rich fantasies.

She jumped down the hill in three or two steps, and rushed to the center of the village to see the excitement.

There is naturally no square in the center of the village, but there is a threshing floor that also serves the same purpose, under the blue sky and green fields, sparse grass houses, and stone-milled cattle, four graceful immortals stand with their heads held high, surrounded by coarse cloth wattle canes, ragged and gray-faced peasants, whose existence is simply to interpret the four words standing out from the crowd.

However, for these four immortals, it is obvious that they will not think of comparing themselves with the inferior people among the ordinary people who are not even as good as dust, for them, if they are cranes, these peasants are not chickens, they are not even as good as a worm and a leaf, it is not worth wasting a second of their eyes and a drop of thought.

Pang Maimai was far away, observing the four visitors from outside the sky.

The man in white appeared to be the first of the four to call the shots. He has a handsome face, smooth and fair skin, and his movements and demeanor are very in line with the true meaning of being dashing, and he is very like a cultivator. His mount folding fan has been re-smallened, take it back in his hand, jade bone silk surface, but also painted gold, very gorgeous, very graceful and noble. His clothes are silvery-white, I don't know the material, anyway, the appearance is not much different from the brocade silk, and if you look closely, it is embroidered with dark lines of the same color, showing low-key gorgeousness.

However, if a cultivator attaches so much importance to the outside, the realm will never be very high, right? Pang Maimai thought to himself.

And he kept smiling at the corners of his mouth, but there was no trace of pleasure, obviously for the sake of making a smile for self-appreciation, and his heart must be very arrogant and narcissistic.

Is it a second-generation repair?

Pang Maimai's gaze slipped away from him.

The man in black was about the middle of a teenager and an adult, and she always wanted to say that this was a boy in black, probably because his body was slender and slender, but flexible, not the style of an adult man, at least he looked younger than the man in white.

The man in white looked about twenty-four or five years old, and the young man in black looked about ten * years old.

Just looks, of course.

The age of the cultivator cannot be judged by appearance, maybe both of them can be their own grandfathers.

The young man in black has a cold face, but his appearance is ordinary, although he also has good facial features, but he seems to be featureless, and for a cultivator who has almost no chance of being ugly, his appearance is probably very low.

The only bright spot is that he has a cinnabar mole on his forehead.

Generally, girls hope that they are born with a cinnabar mole between their eyebrows, adding charm and dignity, and they can also cosplay Sister Guanyin.

Did the boy grow...... It's always a good thing, adding a touch of color to his ordinary features, just like the autumn wind blowing away the withered and dehydrated leaves, only to find that there is a bright and oily leaf hidden underneath.

Pang Maimai's gaze repeatedly swept over his cinnabar mole, always feeling awkward and uncomfortable, this mole grew on his body, not only had nothing to do with dignified compassion, but had a killing intent.

It's not obvious, but it makes people feel a cold killing intent on their backs.

There's something extraordinarily sharp about him.

It is precisely because of this that he is so silent and silent, but it is difficult for people to ignore his existence.

Is this coercion?

Pang Maimai frowned, this kind of sharpness always made her feel familiar.

Where can she get her access?

It was none other than the man in black that night.

Hmm, because they're all lovers in black?

However, it seemed to be a little different, the man in black seemed to be older, and although she couldn't see the man's face clearly, she still remembered the sword eyebrows that were exceptionally beautiful and moving.

That person was beautiful, like a sword that, although very dangerous, could take someone's life in an instant, but still could be so beautiful that it reflected the starry sky and breathtaking.

And the temperament seems to be different, although the same indifferent and silent are also sharp and cold, but the stubborn posture in front of him, with the unique stubbornness of a teenager, seems to voluntarily draw a line with the whole world, and the indifference of the man in black has a dangerous calmness, like a leopard full of strength and self-confidence, stepping on light steps, cruel and powerful, but boring.

This difference is definitely brought about by age, experience and strength.

The cold gaze of the young man in black glanced at her as if he was inadvertent. Pang Maimai's heart was cold, what kind of observation did he have here, and he still wanted to point out that the country could not be done, but he didn't look at the pair that killed the pig, Guo Blacksmith and Aunt Xiaohua all of them lowered their heads.

The emperor can't look up, but the immortals can?

Pang Maimai hurriedly lowered his head to avoid the gaze of others who could completely transform into an entity ultimate.

Turn to peeking.

The remaining two immortals riding paper kites are both female. At a glance, a purple dress and a white shirt are all very beautiful, at least stronger than Pang Maimai himself.

Generally speaking, the paper kite is a relatively low-level means of transportation for cultivators, and it is definitely not as powerful as the likes of the sword and the fan, and from the standing posture, position and obviously deferential attitude, the status of these two female cultivators is obviously lower than that of the two male cultivators.

Is it because the cultivation is different in generation, or is the cultivation realm also male and female inferior?