The scent wafted through. Nangong Fan couldn't help but shake his nose, and the gluttonous worms in his stomach were completely aroused, and he couldn't calm down anymore.

"Hungry, aren't you? However, after sleeping for so long, you can't make up for it all at once, everything has to be done gradually. The old village chief's voice sounded, and he walked out of the house with hot soup in his hand and a smile on his face.

"I know, old-timer. Nangong Fan nodded and smiled, but he was a little disapproving.

"Don't underestimate these questions, you'll know what they mean when you're old. The old village chief was more serious on this topic.

"Is there anything else to say?" Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows.

"The body is the capital of the revolution, especially the pure body cultivation like yours, which looks extremely strong, but in fact the strength is overdrawn, if you keep making great progress, it is fine, as long as there is a slight mistake, it will become the last straw that crushes the camel, and the body that has been cultivated for many years will collapse once. Then we should pay more attention to the aspect of self-cultivation. The old village chief opened his mouth slowly, and he said it all the way.

"Hmm... The seniors also have enough research on physical cultivation?" Nangong Fan respectfully took the chicken soup, his eyes full of curiosity.

"We, the farmers, naturally have some understanding of physical cultivation. Of course, certainly not as proficient as you. The old village chief smiled leisurely, "Well, the reason is still the same! As long as we farmers are old, we are all very sore all over our bodies, and we can only exert six or seven points of strength." Physical cultivation is also a youthful meal!"

"Crop man..."Nangong Fan was drinking chicken soup and almost sprayed the old village chief.

If, a strong man of the old village chief's strength is also a farmer, then most of the cultivators who usually linger in the major dangerous places are estimated to be crop men.

"Hahaha, joke, joke. However, in our place, there are very few real croppers, and they grow a little two or three grains, and most of them are accompanied by big fish and meat all day long. The old village chief smiled heartily, "I'm still a doctor, and I don't lie to you at all." As a physical cultivator, don't rely on your rough skin and thick flesh to squander, otherwise it will only be yourself who will suffer in the future. ”

"Practicing medicine?" Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes. An old guy who knows how to heal. The old village chief said slowly, "Could it be that you also studied medicine?"

"Learned. Nangong Fan nodded, "It's just a few side things, and with little practice, it's completely useless now." ”

"I see. The old village chief nodded and groaned slightly.

A bowl of chicken soup was in his stomach, the sun had completely set on the mountain, and the last afterglow and the heat brought by the chicken soup echoed inside and outside his body, Nangong Fan felt sincerely comfortable, and even wanted to sleep like this.

"Senior, which state is this? In the north of the Wu Dynasty, it's not the Five Elements State, could it be a French state, or a barren state?"

"You don't have to call me an old-timer anymore, this little bit of skill is really undeserved. The old village chief woke up from his contemplation, he had almost moved his mind to teach Nangong Fan's medical skills before, but he didn't dare to make a decision on this extremely important young man easily, "Just call me Lao Guang." ”

"Let's call it Guang Lao!"

The old village chief nodded casually, and then continued, "Our only symbol may be the Qingtian Mountain, which is almost 1,500 miles in the west. Where is the specific, although the place where I walk is not small, but it is only relative to this small place, and even I am in a state of ignorance. ”

"Qingtian Mountain?" Nangong Fan frowned, vaguely feeling that he seemed to have heard of the name of this mountain somewhere, but he didn't have any impression of where it was.

"Yes, Mt. Optimus. Fortunately, our small village is close to Qingtian Mountain, which leads to a lot of stability. The other places I have gone out have been extremely chaotic, and killing people on the street is almost commonplace, and I just can't stand that atmosphere, so I have to travel back to my hometown for tens of thousands of years, watching generations of villagers grow old, and watching myself go from a high-spirited chivalrous man to a dying old man. The old village chief's words were full of emotion.

The elderly always like to miss the scenery of their prime moments, and what they lament is just that time is fleeting and heroes are easy to grow old. All ambitions are like a big joke under the impact of time. Of course, while they are nostalgic, they are also to warn their descendants of some simple truths.

Nangong Fan sighed faintly, and was a little speechless for a while.

"Good boy, it doesn't have to be that way. The old village chief showed a peaceful smile, "If you really want to know why this place is, and want to know the way home, the old man can go out and walk around, maybe you can get a lot of news as long as you walk two or three hundred miles." ”

"Don't bother getting old. Nangong Fan shook his head again and again, where did he dare to bother his life-saving benefactor.

He looked at the crescent moon hiding in the clouds, and sighed faintly, "Killing people on the street has actually narrowed the scope a lot, plus the north of the dynasty, most of this place is a deserted state." ”

Nangong Fan had a very vague map of the ten states in his mind, and understood that only the imperial state and the barren state around Wuzhou had a connection, which meant that he had crossed a distance of more than a large state.

What happened after he triggered the Qinglian Dao Fire?

He buried this doubt deep in his heart, although he could detect the Dao fire in the dantian, maybe he had enough spiritual wisdom, but he didn't dare to ask this uncle, everything could only wait for himself to explore slowly in the future.

"It's okay, these two or three hundred miles are not very troublesome for me, there are horses in the village, and it will be a round trip in three or four days at most. The old village chief said nonchalantly.

Nangong Fan was silent for a while, but still shook his head, "I'm almost sure that most of this place is in the Wasteland. It was incredibly difficult for me to go back. ”

It's not like he's joking. Teleportation arrays are rare everywhere, and even the Wu Dynasty does not dare to guarantee the existence of teleportation arrays in every town, let alone the chaotic wasteland. Maybe just after the deployment of a teleportation array, it was completely destroyed by the enemy from beginning to end, and the hair was not caught, and a lot of resources were consumed. The resources of each force are not blown by the wind, who dares to take it so seriously?

There are few teleportation arrays in various places, and there is naturally no need to build teleportation arrays in most areas. Teleportation is from one teleportation array to another, if the wasteland forces build an ordinary teleportation array, there are few stable footholds in the entire large state, and if it is a cross-state teleportation array, not to mention whether there is a space array mage of this level, the resources consumed in it alone are even greater, this is just more than worth the loss, and there is no need at all.

It is estimated that in the entire barren state, only a few big forces will have the existence of a teleportation array.

In other words, even if Nangong Fan wanted to return to the Wu Dynasty, he could only choose to go back by walking through the dangerous realm on foot. Although there are many people shuttling through the dangerous situation, it naturally forms a road for people to walk. However, this does not mean that he is very safe, not to mention the various risks brought by the environment, just the sudden appearance of the demon beast can completely destroy him.

There are not a few people who fall in various dangers every year, and many of them are old people who have been adventuring in them for many years. Nangong Fan, a young man, can basically rule out this path for the time being.

"What if this isn't in a barren state? People, you can't retreat when you encounter a little thing, right? In this world, there are always more ways than difficulties. The old village chief said, standing up straight, "Tomorrow's business, tomorrow's talk." Today, you should have a good rest. ”

Nangong Fan looked at the figure of the old village chief hidden in the wooden house, sighed lightly, and looked at the bright moon who was evading, feeling a little panicked in his heart. Where is the road ahead?

......

As soon as it was dawn, Nangong Fan opened his eyes on the wooden bed, and somehow, he couldn't sleep well this night, he always felt as if something was missing, and he couldn't sleep for a long time.

Facing the sun, Nangong Fan restrained his thoughts that he had been thinking about for most of the night and didn't get an answer for most of the night, and a pungent smell suddenly lingered on the tip of his nose.

"This is..."Nangong Fan immediately turned his head, and saw a bowl of potion quietly placed on the bedside, his heart stirred slightly, "This old village chief is a good person." ”

"It's really unpalatable!" Nangong Fan frowned and tried his best to drink this extremely bitter herb in one gulp. I felt a tingling, indescribable strange feeling all over my body, as if there were thousands of ants crawling gently.

He had already investigated, and there were no injuries on his body, thinking that it was the power of Qinglian Dao Fire that made up for everything, but he noticed that there were many differences in the left and right sides of his body, and the skin color was different, and the immature skin like a baby was crisscrossed, and at first glance, it was newborn. At this time, it is these places that are feeling a sense of excitement.

"It seems that I was injured a lot, and this herb is not only recovering from my slumber as soon as possible, but also making up for the injury. ”

Nangong Fan's heart floated with warm currents, rippling all over his body with the herbs.

He stretched, stood up, and stepped out of his cramped room, which was half-filled with a single wooden bed.

Pushing open the wooden door, there was a square table in the middle of the not spacious living room, on which was the bowl of chicken soup he had drunk last night.

Nangong Fan walked over and sat down, "Elder Guang seems to have gotten up early. ”

He picked up the chicken soup only to notice a note underneath.

"Hmm?" Nangong Fan picked up the note - "I'll be out for four or five days, don't worry about the food, someone will deliver it when I get to the restaurant." Guangye stayed. ”

"Guang Lao's original name was Guang Ye. Nangong Fan's eyes were on the three words of four or five days, his heart was slightly agitated, he didn't have to think about it, he must have gone to the nearest town to verify which state it was.

"How can I make the old gentleman so troublesome?"

Nangong Fan's heart stirred a little warmth from the starting point, "It seems that in this world, there are not only cultivators and people in the rivers and lakes who fight for a little profit, but there are also many kind-hearted people like Guang Lao. It is this type of person that makes up this colorful world. ”

After drinking the chicken soup, Nangong Fan became a little idle for a while, especially with the extremely esoteric topic of "Who am I?" coiled in his heart, so that he didn't even have the mind to cultivate, and propped up his head with both hands, trying to wake up his memories that might have been sealed in the dust. After all, now he doesn't know what he has forgotten, maybe not only his name, but also more important and indelible memories.

......

Four or five days passed quickly.

Nangong Fan has stayed at home for the past few days, and has even only seen one person in this village.

This is an extremely innocent girl, with a red face, she puts down the meal she has prepared for him, and then turns her head and runs away.

Nangong Fan has been thinking about that philosophical question, but he still hasn't thought of a reason. This filled him with endless panic.

Forgetting the past, or even who you are, is a terrifying thing. He was so confused that he didn't even know what he was fighting for.

"Where can I find my lost memories?"

In the past few days of deep thinking, Nangong Fan found that not only did he forget who he was, but even many people close to him had dispersed with the smoke and clouds, and he couldn't find a trace. Even if he wanted to ask about his memories, there was no trace.

Guangye, who went out and did not return, became his only concern at this time.

Early in the morning, Nangong Fan sat in the courtyard and looked forward to it, but at noon, he not only spoke, but also said, "Why hasn't Guang Lao come back yet?

"I'm. Nangong Fan slapped his mouth more than ten times before putting down his palm.

Left and right, the moon climbed the branches.

The only thing that the night brought was boundless fear, and Guangye still showed no sign of returning. Nangong Fan was completely panicked, like a helpless child, curled up in the courtyard at a loss.

"Something can't really happen, right?"

When the moon is gone, the thought can't easily dissipate from my mind.

Nangong Fan stood up straight all of a sudden, with spiritual power surging in his body, he decided not to sit and watch the wind and clouds like this anymore, maybe he should make some efforts for this.

At this point, he forgot that it was night, and the danger along the way turned straight up, and he just wanted to boldly go out and get out of this yard that he had locked himself.

We can no longer be confused, and we must face all kinds of things on the road ahead with a brave attitude.

Nangong Fan pursed his lips lightly and pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard.

For some reason, he felt like he had a new lease on life. Maybe you have forgotten everything, but so what? You can't hang yourself from a tree, you can't just wait where you are.

The cold night breeze came out.

Nangong Fan gently closed the wooden door and walked forward with his chest up towards the avenue.

In the previous casual conversation with Guangye, he already knew which direction the nearest town was. Now, he is bravely heading towards this place.

Although the small mountain village has the word "mountain", in fact, there is still a distance not far from the mountains, if the mountain village is really in the mountains, it is a fancy way to find death, no matter when you have to be wary of the impact of monsters.

Stepping through the plain where the small mountain village is located, the road ahead suddenly became bumpy.

The so-called avenue is actually just a dirt road that is not wide. It's just that there are more people walking, and the road is naturally formed. The road was overgrown with weeds and potholes, and even traces of horses' hooves could be seen, and there were countless footprints. Sometimes there are pits about two or three meters long, and you can vaguely see that these are the traces left by some kind of giant monster. Even if such a demon beast is not highly cultivated, the huge strength brought by its huge body makes ordinary people dare not provoke it at all.

With this kind of picture, Nangong Fan actually had a familiar feeling in his heart.

"Did you ever walk out of the village and face the magnificent wild land?"

A little doubt arose in his heart, what was the only memory of the Wu Dynasty in his mind?

I don't understand it, and I'm too lazy to understand it.

Nangong Fan patiently walked forward on the dirt road, he didn't dare to leave this dirt road for a day or two, maybe just three or two steps, he would never be able to find this inconspicuous dirt road.

Huge trees gradually appeared in front of me, and it seemed that this road would inevitably enter the so-called mountains and forests, and the danger would inevitably increase in intensity at once. Who knows what will be hiding near the giant tree, maybe a monster is watching its prey.

Nangong Fan became more and more cautious, lest he accidentally catch the road. These cautions and cautions are almost engraved in his bones, and even if his memory disappears temporarily, he will not be negligent.

"Roar!"

In the distance, a fierce beast roar resounded.

At night, it is a paradise for demon beasts, and when hunters go out one by one, the night becomes their best cover, allowing them to quietly approach their set goals.

The roar of this beast is most likely a powerful demon beast hunting, or it is aware that another demon beast has stepped into its territory and is swearing sovereignty.

Nangong Fan stood up straight, not daring to make the slightest move.

He didn't know what kind of powerful demon beast it was, and he didn't know how far away it was from him. What if the wind blows and lures it over?

Here he is alone, and he can't afford to be careless.

For a long time, there was no movement.

Nangong Fan slowly raised his steps and moved forward little by little, while also thinking about the direction from which the sound wave came from in his heart.

Judging from the direction in which this road is going, it is fortunate that it does not cross the necessary road.

Nangong Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the crescent moon was gone, and his eyes could only vaguely see his own outline, and he was completely searching for the road ahead with his three eyes.

However, the three eyes are not omnipotent, and they can only see about ten meters away in this dark night. Farther away, in the darkness, you can only faintly see other colors dotted on it. Perhaps, this is enough?

Nangong Fan walked forward a hundred meters again, his body was abrupt, and he continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

He felt it, and an inquiring gaze fell on him.

"When did you become so sharp?"

Nangong Fan was a little puzzled in his heart, he suddenly understood that he had gone to sleep before he had a lot of differences, but he had been hiding in the courtyard and didn't notice it.