Baoyu was shaking his head helplessly, Tian Xiao came over and said:

"I'm so sorry to make you smile, little sir. My old man is not the patriarch after all, so let Baixi worry about some things. The patriarch ordered me to ask for help from the masters, and the time was pressing, so I had to go. ”

Baoyu: "It seems that your patriarch doesn't want to make a big noise, Xiao Bo, where do you want to find someone?"

Tian Xiao: "There is a Shuangliu village forty miles away from here, which is the largest village in this area, and there are a lot of people coming and going. I want to go there and find someone, maybe there will be a master of the way. ”

Baoyu asked again, "Even if a master passes by, can you recognize it?"

Tian Xiao stretched out his hand and patted his head: "... That's a big problem. ”

The masters of the world would not write on the door of their heads, and the reason why Tian Xiao guessed that Baoyu was a monk was only because of special circumstances. And the villagers called Baoyu Gonggong, because he himself showed his magical powers, kneading mud by the river to refine a clay pot on the spot.

But when he arrived at Shuangliu Village, with Tian Xiao's eyesight, how could he tell who was the master he was going to invite. If you really do this, not to mention whether you will show the news or not, I am afraid that you will also be noticed by the rogue, and maybe you will be intercepted and killed on the way.

Seeing Tian Xiao's embarrassed look, Baoyu smiled and said, "Uncle Xiao doesn't have to worry, I'll go with you." Although the masters in the world will not write cultivation on their faces. But I can still see some clues. ”

Tian Xiao was overjoyed and said: "It's really good to have a little gentleman to help! I really don't recognize it. You can see at a glance that I have practiced the strength of the mountain and the martial arts, and my eyesight is amazing. ”

At noon that day, Baoyu and Tian Xiao left Baixi Village and went to Shuangliu Village. The road basically followed the south bank of the White Creek, far and near the current of the water, winding for forty miles between the mountains and the rolling hills, gradually turning from the east to the south, and on the way there was another village in the distance, on the east bank of the stream.

It's a very remote and not a very easy road to follow. If it is ordinary people, they often have to travel in groups, but for Baoyu, who grew up in the wild mountains, I feel that this is already a smooth road. For ordinary people, this forty-mile journey usually takes a whole day, and they set off after breakfast, and they can reach it almost before dinner.

The living habits in this area are also different from those in the wilderness, when I was in Lu Village. The tribesmen eat only one meal a day, and the food is distributed by the tribe. But in these villages in Ba Yuan, the inhabitants eat two meals a day, get up in the morning to make breakfast, and when the sun rises after eating, they go home for dinner before sunset, and when they are full, it is almost dark to go to bed.

The food is made and eaten by each family. But Baixi Village still retains some of the traditions of the original tribes. Many fields are owned by the clansmen, and they are often organized to collect the products collectively, and the products are distributed uniformly. There are also public warehouses in the villages, which are exactly what the Shanji people want to loot.

Although Tian Xiao is over seventy years old, his kung fu has not been dispersed. The journey was much faster than ordinary people, and he and Baoyu arrived at Shuangliu Village in half a day. This is by far the largest village that Baoyu has seen. There are hundreds of houses scattered around, and according to Tian Xiao, there are more than 2,000 residents here, close to 3,000 people.

The reason why people are so prosperous is because of its special geographical location. This is the place where two streams meet, one is Baixi, the other is called Qingxi, there is a bridge on Baixi and Qingxi, it is actually built with solid and thick stones, it is said that Feihong City specially sent engineers to invite a group of workers to build. The villages and even the city in the vicinity have to pass through these two bridges, thus forming a traffic artery that extends in all directions.

Four roads intersect here, two of which cross Baixi and Qingxi respectively, and because of the size of the village, the walls have been extended several times, and some sections are not made of stones, but are cut from the nearby mountains to make tall fences. This is a bit like the former Qingshui clan walled city, which Baoyu had seen in the scene of the mountain god imprinted into its original god.

However, the scale of Shuangliu Village is much larger than that of Qingshui City, and it is also the largest settlement in Feihong City except for the main city. Because it is located on a choke point, it also has a bustling market, and many people pass by here every day. However, the vast majority of the market traders here are not merchants, but mostly locals and people in the vicinity.

Tian Xiao often came here with two baskets of eggs to sell, in exchange for the cloth, salt and other materials needed by the clansmen. When he picked things, he didn't walk as fast as he did today, he needed a whole day on the road, he had to stop at noon to rest and eat some dry food, the next day he finished the transaction, and the third day he carried the basket back, back and forth for a total of three days and two nights.

In this era, there were no so-called inns in many places, and many residents of villages did not even know what an inn was. Pedestrians passing by villages are basically looking for people to stay in, and sometimes they will give something as a thank you. There are not many outsiders passing by in ordinary villages, and many families are generally happy to receive them, often not asking for any thanks, which is just a help for those who travel far away.

However, the situation of Shuangliu Village is relatively special, there are many people passing by at ordinary times, and it is not convenient for people on the side of the road to stay with outsiders every day. Therefore, the local patriarch discussed with several elders and built a post station next to the market, so that people like Tian Xiao, who came to sell eggs, stayed overnight.

The inn consisted of large houses, each with planks and hay laid along the corners, which could accommodate many people to sleep together, and a large courtyard with a fire for cooking. Tian Xiao and Baoyu spent the night in the post station that day, and Tian Xiao felt very embarrassed, because this place was too messy and the conditions were too simple, and he had wronged this noble little gentleman.

But Baoyu didn't have much to care about, he was just curious. The other people who stayed in the post station were also very curious about Baoyu, this young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, white and pure, was still wearing such a thin kudzu cloth in the early winter. Someone took the initiative to throw over a large worn felt, lent Baoyu to wrap it around his body to keep out the cold, and reminded him to be careful not to freeze at night.

Felt is not leather, but is woven from the soft, long fluff of an animal, which is much thicker and warmer than cloth. The felt was very old, with several holes in it, covered with traces of dirt and oil, and now it should have been used to wrap the goods, with some indescribable strange smell, not very good anyway, but it was really warm when wrapped around the body.

Baoyu didn't need it, but he was very grateful, he sat in the grass pile next to the corner, draped this piece of felt on his body, and inexplicably remembered the time spent the night in the firewood and grass house in Huahai Village.

When Baoyu got up the next day and returned the felt to the other party, the man was a little stunned to find that the old felt had become clean, although there were still traces of oil stains on it, but they were only traces of no longer oil stains;

It can be said that Baoyu is very boring, a monk who has refined the Jinghua Jue and mastered the skill of refining, such as the Qingshan Patriarch, is good at doing this kind of thing, and Baoyu is even better. But if it were someone else, no one would waste their magical power on a piece of worn-out felt, even if they used a profound magical means, it would still be a piece of broken felt.

The person who took the initiative to lend Baoyu felt was a very powerful man, he wore thick-soled linen shoes and felt cloth clothes on his body, he was in his twenties, his body was strong, and he seemed very energetic. He was a little stunned after taking the felt, and his intuition invisibly sensed that this thing was not the same as when he lent it to the boy last night, but no matter how he looked at it, it was still his felt, and it was still broken, old or old.

Tian Xiao had already lit a fire under the eaves outside, took out the food he had brought with him and prepared to make breakfast, and the young man was sitting on the side, with a dog sitting beside him, looking like he was waiting for the meal to start. Seeing this man standing at the door stunned, Tian Xiao greeted with a smile: "This strong man, thank you for last night! If you are not in a hurry, come over and eat something together." ”

The man looked at the broken felt in his hand, and then at Baoyu sitting under the eaves, and always felt that when he woke up, something seemed wrong in this world.

He replied politely: "It's just a piece of baggage, lend it to your child to wear it for a night, why be so polite?"

Tian Xiao smiled again: "This little gentleman is not my child, he is from other places, and he is already a co-worker at a young age." ...... It's just a little food, so why should a strong man be polite!"

The man was taken aback, it turned out that this young man had such an identity, and he had at least three realms of cultivation to become a co-worker in the city, but he was really a monk of the three realms, so why should he spend the night with these passers-by? As long as he said hello to the leading figures in the town, he would naturally be treated as a distinguished guest and arranged a comfortable place to stay.

Even if you go to stay, you can find the best family, and everyone knows that a co-worker's thanks must be very rich. Even if it's not for thanks, many families are proud to be able to receive them.

Kanji walked over and saluted, then sat down next to him, took the piece of felt and asked with some hesitation: "Forgive me for being clumsy, I don't know you are a co-worker!

Baoyu asked curiously, "What's the matter, did I break your felt?"

The man hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, I just think it's inexplicably cleaner, softer, and stronger." ”

Baoyu smiled and said, "That's good, I just used mana to refine by the way, but it can only be like this." ”

The man was dumbfounded, and he didn't react for a long time with his mouth open. Not all monks are good at refining weapons, and a co-worker who uses his magical powers to dispose of certain materials is often for the purpose of refining precious treasures or initiating them, and I have never heard of anyone who would use such efforts on a dirty, tattered piece of old furoshiki.

This piece of felt is used by the man to wrap things, and last night he saw that the young man's clothes were thin and really pitiful, so he threw it to him to keep out the cold, but he never expected it to be such a result.

Tian Xiao knew what was going on, he was also stunned, and then smiled. Through these two days of contact, the old man also somewhat understood Baoyu's temper, he is a reckless child, and often does things that seem boring or even dumbfounded to others, such as kneading mud by the river, refining a clay pot on the spot and compensating Miss Weiwei.

It took a long time for the man to come back to his senses and say, "Little Sir, since you have such cultivation, why do you spend the night in such a place?"

Baoyu smiled and asked, "This old man, aren't you also a monk? At least you have a second-realm cultivation, and unlike other monks, you have also practiced the Founding Strength and become a martial artist, don't you also spend the night here?"

Baoyu himself has also cultivated the strength of opening the mountain, but that is the order of the mountain god, and it is also because it has been passed down by the ancestors of Lu Village since ancient times. In fact, for him himself, it doesn't matter if he practices or not, unless he wants to disguise his identity as a monk and only be a warrior on a special occasion.

Baoyu's tone was flat and calm, as if he were asking someone - did you have this bag on your face bitten by mosquitoes? It's like a girl wrapped in clothes, and a stranger comes up to you and says, "There's a mole under your chest."

Tian Xiao, who was cooking over there, was stunned again. Then I was surprised and delighted. He was still pondering just now, whether he could meet the person he wanted to invite in this Shuangliu Village, and how to ask for help?

The stunned man asked, "Little sir, how do you see it?" and you can see it so clearly!"

Baoyu still replied with a smile: "It's not a look, I'm also a monk, and like you, I will also cultivate the strength of the mountain to the realm of martial arts." Only then can you sense your vitality. I can detect some clues. ”

The man even claimed to admire, and at this time breakfast was ready, and the three of them and a dog sat around to eat. The man took the initiative to introduce his identity and origin, his name is Lingbao, he is from a village in Gaocheng, and he came to Feihong City to visit his brother. The felt that Baoyu had worn last night had originally wrapped a lot of things that he had brought to his brother from his hometown.

Lingbao's brother is called Murabao. His experience is similar to that of Tian Xiao back then, he was once recruited to join the army of the Prime Minister's country, but there has been no war in recent years, and he has not been on the battlefield to tear up, but he was awarded the strength of the mountain in the military formation and trained it. Lingbao's pioneering strength was taught by his elder brother, and it is really not easy to cultivate this kind of kung fu by himself in the village. It can be seen that he is a very strong-willed person.

His brother's name is Murabao, which probably means "baby in the village" or something like that, and most of the names of ordinary people are in this style. But the name Lingbao is a bit strange, and Baoyu also curiously asked the reason. Lingbao looked a little proud when he was introduced, and he even unconsciously felt a little frowning when he spoke-sure enough, there was a story.

It is said that it was on the day Lingbao was born. A monk happened to pass by the village, at the request of the patriarch. This master has refined a precious high-grade treasure. In the monotonous and quiet life of the village residents, this is a major event worth discussing and recalling for many years. Although the high-grade treasure weapon is not yet a monk's magic weapon, it also has some special spirituality, such as the azure rattan ring that Baoyu has worn since childhood.

So the parents named the child Lingbao. And that monk is now also well-known in the Xiangmuro country, that is, Mr. Gou Hao of Songgang City, and he is also a respected national worker. But when Lingbao was born, Gou Hao had just broken through the Four Realms of cultivation.

Baoyu didn't know that when he and Lingbao talked about Gou Hao, Mr. Gou Hao from Songgang City was going to Shanshui City to worship the mountains and enjoy the scenery with the Qingshan patriarch.

Since he was called this name and had this story when he was born, Lingbao has been particularly envious of those monks with magical powers since he was a child, and he also hopes to be able to enter the first realm and be able to cultivate. When he was eighteen years old, he deliberately went to Songgang City to meet Mr. Gou Hao with his luggage and dry food, wanting to become Gou Hao's disciple and get his guidance.

This kind of thing is generally self-deprecating, and no master has the obligation or leisure to guide the stranger who comes to the door to cultivate, and it takes a lot of effort to cultivate a formal heir. Even if they want to accept heirs, they also choose their own juniors with good qualifications and understanding, and more importantly, they know the roots, understand their family background, temperament and temperament.

But Gou Hao happened to be idle that day, and he was in a very good mood, listening to the young man who came to the door tell his name and its origin, he actually had some fate with himself back then, so he opened his mouth to give some advice. What Gou Hao introduced is nothing more than how to settle down and enter the country, which is the basis for entering the initial realm, let Lingbao go back to cultivate on his own, and whether he can succeed depends on his qualifications and luck.

After Lingbao returned home, he practiced the village treasure every day according to the law, and he seemed to feel a little but didn't seem to feel it, and he never broke through the initial realm. At this time, his eldest brother returned from the border war, not only practiced in the military formation, but also made military achievements, so he was appointed and will go to Feihong City to serve as a captain of the city patrol garrison. Before leaving the village, the elder brother taught Lingbao to open the mountain.

If you can't be a monk, you can practice to open the mountain, so Lingbao cultivates by himself at home. It is not in the kind of supervised environment in the military formation that must be practiced every day, and it is really not possible for ordinary people to consciously practice this kind of hard work, but Lingbao has been practiced and has reached the realm of martial arts.

In the process of cultivating the strength of the mountain, Lingbao did not give up the meditation skill taught by Gou Hao, and the interesting thing is that when he practiced Wuding Gong, he actually entered the initial realm to cultivate. This is a relatively rare situation, it may be that he has opened his mind, or he has finally felt something in his perennial meditation, and finally stepped through the invisible and untouchable portal.

This was already a few years ago, and now Lingbao's cultivation is the same as Bai Xihong's, and it is also two realms and nine turns, and at the same time, he is also the same as Tian Xiao, and he has also practiced martial arts. Lingbao returned to his hometown after visiting his brother in Feihong City this time, Shuangliu Village is the only way to go, and he happened to meet Baoyu and Tian Xiao when he stayed in the post station.

Since Lingbao introduced his origin, Tian Xiao also introduced why he and Baoyu came to Shuangliu Village. Baoyu is a monk who has gone out to practice and travel, and when he passed by Baixi Village, he happened to hear the conversation of two pig-headed people, and some rogues colluded with the Demon Clan Award to ransack Baixi Village next month. Baoyu not only informed Baixi Village to take precautions, but also promised to stay and help under the begging of the villagers, this time to find a master to help.

However, Tian Xiao and Baoyu did not tell about their own guesses and inferences, such as the possibility that those rogues were locals, and what was the purpose of targeting Baixi Village, but only said everything they had heard and seen, and at the same time introduced Baixi Village's plan - at least four more masters were invited, and each of them thanked each for a real magic weapon and two treasure weapons.

After hearing this, Lingbao stood up and said, "There is such a thing! If you don't think that my cultivation is low, I am also willing to help and challenge those demon clans and murderous rogues!"

Although bad people are not uncommon in the world today, most people are simple and simple, and there is no shortage of generous and righteous people among them. Lingbao has been envious of those masters with magical powers since he was a child, and he has practiced kung fu for so many years, but his skills have never been of much use.

Many people like him are willing to work so hard to cultivate, and they often have some kind of ambition and dream in their hearts, cultivating dragon slaying skills and establishing immortal skills, just like those heroes who have been recited by generations in ancient legends. But in the ordinary reality, such a dream seems too slim, and there are not many chances of justifiably finding someone to fight and winning praise.

Now he can help a village to fight against the powerful demon clan and the murderous rogue, isn't this exactly the heroic feat in his mind? It's exciting to think about! So Lingbao immediately stepped forward.

Tian Xiao hurriedly got up and saluted: "The old man represents all the clansmen of Baixi Village, thank you for the strong man! We will definitely do our best to repay you." ”

Lingbao touched the back of his head, and smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, I'm not for your repayment, this is originally a matter for my generation to stand up." ...... But there are very few opportunities for a loose cultivator like me to get a magic weapon, even if I don't need it now, I can prepare it for the future, maybe I will have to break through the four realms one day!"

Baoyu smiled: "Brother Lingbao, you don't need to hear that there is a thank you to be embarrassed. Whether we help or not is our business, how to thank them is their business. ”

After breakfast, the sun had risen, and the people who had stayed in the inn had long since left, and only a few of them were left in the courtyard. They chatted for a while, and they were still talking about the affairs of Baixi Village—the plans and various arrangements for the enemy.

Lingbao frowned and said: "You come to Shuangliu Village and want to find someone to help, how can it be so easy? Although this village is big, but after all, it is only a village, how can there be too many masters who happen to pass by this place in such a short period of time, and just let you meet and promise to help?"

I heard that there are a few monks in this Shuangliu Village, but they are all noble, and they will not take easy action in ordinary things on weekdays, so it may be difficult to stay in Baixi Village for a long time for a rumor that I occasionally heard. ”