Chapter 82 Love Xin Jueluo? Jikun

This night, Wushan slept quite comfortably, and was not tired from the gut battle after returning to the hotel, but was full of energy.

Looking at the little woman sleeping in her arms, her eyelashes were blinking and blinking, probably dreaming. A person's deep sleep time at night is only about two hours.

With Nina's proud physique, he is still invincible to Wushan's bravery, and he feels that he seems to be more powerful than he used to be in terms of sex.

Gently kissing her on the forehead, he stiffened and fell silently to the ground.

This feeling of lifting weights is intoxicating. Maybe it's because the ancient rulers always emphasized that chivalry was forbidden by martial arts, and a person's kung fu was high, as if he didn't take a qiē in his eyes.

He quickly put on his coat and quietly closed the door and went out.

There was no one in the aisle, and it was not until we reached the main road in the farm that I saw the peasants who had risen early to work in twos and threes.

It is understood that the farms in Soviet Russia are not much different from China's land policy before the production was contracted to households.

Here, all the production and living resources are collective, but each family has its own land, and there is quite a lot.

The places in front of and behind the house are all their own private land.

There were white and yellow people in the farmstead, and they seemed to be marginalized, and the houses and land were on the edge of the farmstead.

Seeing this unfamiliar tall yellow man coming, those white people just glanced haughtily, and not many people knew last night that there were nine more yellow people in the farm at once.

Maybe it's the illusion of Wushan, the farmers here are not like Wuxian. The opposite side collided with a simple nod.

If you are in Wu County, two people from afar will greet each other when they see it.

In another plane. Wushan remembers that even if they were separated by two or three plots of land, the farmers would chat loudly with each other, and when they were tired, they would walk to each other's fields and smoke a bag of dry tobacco.

On the Primorsky side, there are relatively more evergreen species, and on this side. Deciduous trees make up the majority.

As he crossed the border, he noticed that the buds on the trees had just unfolded, but now they had become large leaves.

Behind the farmstead. It's a mountain, and I don't know how high the mountain is, but it looks like it's green and green, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

There are small birds chirping in the woods. See Wushan. They don't run away in panic, they jump up and down leisurely.

Don't say that the Russians did a better job of environmental protection than our country. Even in remote areas, farmers do not kill birds and animals at will.

In China, the birds are far away.

According to Qing Fengzi's description, in the martial arts stage, at the beginning, it is to see the mountains and see the water to be water, and the second stage is to look at the mountains and not the mountains and see the water is not water. Now it has returned to the stage of seeing the mountain as a mountain.

Wushan has his own understanding, he feels that it doesn't matter whether the mountains and forests or the world is a qiē. They all have their own lives and wisdom.

He could even vaguely feel what the birds were saying, and even the little insects that lingered among the leaves seemed to have their own thoughts.

It would be great if there was a chance to live here, cultivating in the mountains and forests, Wushan could sense more Qi in the air than anywhere except the Tianshan Sect.

The color of Qi seems to be different, he only absorbs those that seem to be vivid, some lifeless and gray, and automatically uses his consciousness to block the outside of his body.

Originally, the spirit was very good, and after a while of cultivation, Wushan seemed to want to fly.

In his consciousness, those cheerful Qi swim in a fixed path in the body, some ascending, some falling, some red, some green, and some black and gray, and he guides them out of the body.

At this time, Wu Shan suddenly opened his eyes, as if the gray-colored Qi in his body just now was casually guided into the nameless shrub next to him, and the naked eye could see that the leaves were rolling in an instant.

He smiled wryly and stopped cultivating, because it seemed that his body could not hold more Qi, as if it was about to overflow.

Leisurely returning along the way he came, the yellow people looked at him with some surprise, feeling that their identities were not equal, and they bowed their heads to work.

Whether in China or Soviet Russia, the peasants get up early in the morning and still take care of their own land, and it seems that human nature is as good as in China and abroad.

Of course, he didn't see those reports in the newspapers, but Zhong Daneng was undoubtedly one of them.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't know if that stubborn old man is still like before, desperately trying to manage the desert.

He was a little ashamed, this kind of selfless attitude, he thought that even he couldn't do it.

Suddenly, Wu Shan raised his head and found that the tallest and youngest of the five people were walking towards him.

"Morning!" The young man had a reserved smile on his face, as if to greet him with condescension.

"Morning!" Wu Shan frowned slightly, and suddenly said in Chinese: "Can you speak Chinese?" ”

"Yes??? Will be a little! The look on the young man's face was quite wonderful, and he had long lost his composure.

The Chinese he speaks feels like it's jerky, giving people the taste of not speaking often.

"Where?" Wu Shan smiled: "I live in the capital!" ”

"Yes, oh, no!" The young man took a deep breath and suppressed his embarrassment: "I mean I'm not Chinese, I don't know if you understand this sentence?" ”

"Oh," Wushan nodded peacefully: "Am I different?" I also know your Russian. ”

"Actually, I'm not a Russian either!" The young man spoke a little more smoothly.

It turned out to be Korean! Wu Shan suddenly realized and waved his hand and walked over.

When he walked away, Atai let out a pop.

"What's wrong, Atai?" His master was a little surprised: "Is it sick?" We now have to rush home to recruit people to see a doctor, and the Soviet Russians outside are bad and want to take advantage of us everywhere. ”

"No, master!" Atai gasped greedily: "Just now??? That guy was too powerful just now. ”

"I just want to see how powerful he really is, so that a Russian woman who is so beautiful and can be our housewife will follow him with all her heart."

"So what?" The master raised his eyebrows: "You remember it for me, don't trouble us outside!" ”

"Wow!" Atai crawled to his feet: "But the minion didn't trouble you, as if he glanced at him casually, and realized that he was the most powerful person I have ever seen now." ”

"Is it so powerful?" The master was taken aback, and he was always tired of martial arts at home: "You haven't fought each other, how can you know if this person will be as good as you say." ”

"Master, with all due respect, he is truly unfathomable." Atai rolled over and got up: "Before leaving, he gave me a random look, which made me feel like falling into an ice cellar." ”

"How high does that work?" The little master was stunned: "Could it be that our shaman high priest is not as good as him?" ”

"Master!" The corners of Atai's mouth showed helplessness: "Why do you always believe in those gods and gods?" To tell you the truth, no matter which sacrifice is in front of me, a finger can clean them up. ”

"As for the man just now, I only looked at him briefly, and his eyes were bottomless, and now I can't imagine what he looks like.

"Shut up!" The young man's face was full of majesty: "Remember, the shamans have always been dedicated to our cause, and I don't want to hear this a second time in the future!" ”

Quite simply, his father's son said much, but he was certainly not the most dominant one.

The state religion represented by the shaman seems to be impartial to his brothers, but he believes that people have feelings, and being tired of being with them for a long time will always make the shaman tilt towards him.

"Whoa, master!" In Atai's memory, it was the first time that the other party had spoken to him in such cold language.

Don't look at this kid seems to be very muddy, it's just that he is not good at using his brain.

But for now, it seems that in any shaman who has a conflict with himself, he believes that his master will still be on the shaman's side.

"Who are these people?" Wu Shan listened to their conversation, but he couldn't understand anything.

When did the Goryeo stick speak softly like this? OPPO These should also be used daily, right?

Of course, Goryeo Wenwushan didn't know anything.

Back at the hostel, Turdi and Huttuman were walking around the outside of the house in front of the bar.

"Gufu and Nina?" Wushan was far away, but he still sent the sound to the ears of the two.

"The old man went out for a walk," Turdi hurriedly answered, "Miss Nina hasn't been seen since we got up." ”

"Okay, I'll call her!" Wu Shan walked into the aisle: "Everyone will set off after breakfast, it is better to buy some cooked food, I don't know if there is any trace of Soviet Russians on the road." ”

Nima! Wushan had a big head when he saw bread and milk, and the food of the Soviet Russians was really not eaten by people.

I don't know if it's because it's too remote here, fat women, they specially made a stay for free breakfast to attract customers or what, who still serves breakfast in the hotel?

If the hotel on the star is about the same.

It's funny to say, Wushan has never seen a hotel of the Soviet Russians so far, is there only a hostel in the whole country without a hotel?

The young man had gone with all the people, and anyway, he went back to the room, and swept it over and over again with his consciousness, except for the Caucasian people who had come to stay in the hotel earlier, and his own group, there were no more customers in the inn.

Gufu was very anxious from the moment he got off the bus. You see, he's still muttering something there.

After breakfast, Wushan had to buy some bread, mineral water, etc., for fear that his group would get lost in the forest, and the meat would be a big deal.

In Gufu's memory, the name of the place here is Qili Farm, and it is said that there is a seven-kilometer road from the town to this side.

After breakfast, everyone began to move towards their destination, which turned out to be the mountain where they exercised in the morning.

When climbing uphill, only Wushan and the two of them were exceptions, and the other three people were panting in the back.

"Stop!" Wu Shan suddenly made a silent gesture and shouted into the woods, "Brother, come out." Founder is the same as our destination! ”

"My name is Aisin Jueluo? Jikun! "Young people are the first to report their homes. (To be continued......)