The next day, the sun rose in the east like a blazing fire, and the sun shone brightly, dispelling the already thin fog of Wutong Village, allowing it to shine brightly and sway the fields.

Flowers laugh, leaves are soothing, birds are chirping in the distance.

The people of Wutong Village also carried hoes down to the fields and began their day's farming. The women walked happily to the stream, their men still in need of washing the clothes they had changed the day before.

The world is clear, and the small villages on this side are also more quiet, only the smoke of the cooking is floating on the mountains and forests from time to time, drifting into the distance.

The aura around Wutong Village is very strong, and the people living in Wutong Village are also strong and powerful, showing illness. At least compared to the vast majority of places in the starfish, it is much more peaceful.

The environment of the starfish is very similar to that of the earth, and even the historical civilization trajectory here is similar to the history of the earth.

This is also the reason why Lin Cheng chose to settle on this planet, he was also a Chinese man in the past, not ...... Now he is still a Chinese. Ancient sages, ancient legends, five dynasties and ten kingdoms, Qin Emperor and Han Wu...... It was a glorious time.

Thinking about the past, even after more than 100 million years, he still hasn't forgotten it.

"Earth, starfish...... Maybe this will also become another Earth, but Mihaixing will not be affected by the slightest mechanical civilization, and the future will be completely different from the historical trajectory of the Earth. ”

"It is to hold the moon with bare hands, pick up the stars with one hand, cultivate the humanity, and walk the immortal path...... It seems that there is such a little charm now. ”

Facing the morning sun, Lin Cheng closed his eyes and started boxing by the stream in Wutong Village. One palm and one fist, one opening and one closing, like a child toddler, walking slowly and moving softly.

He seemed to be integrated into the will of Mi Haixing, but between his gestures, he seemed to be full of fairy aura and aura convergence. The frost climbs the eyebrows, and the slight sun soaks in the red glow.

If there are monks here, they will definitely fall into a unique artistic conception because of this unknown slow fist technique, and they will get unexpected changes.

However, are there monks in the village of Sycamore? The answer is no. In Wutong Village, there are only some martial arts hunters at most.

"Huh? Xiaohai, have you studied martial arts? How do you look at the slow boxing you play, there is no power at all. ”

A rugged man in a vest sewn from animal skins walked towards Lin Cheng, with a longbow slung over his shoulder and a hare that had just died.

As he spoke, there was a hearty laugh.

"If you are interested, I can teach you a few martial arts skills for self-defense, and seeing that your body is quite thin, I doubt that you can carry your hammer."

Lin Cheng also put away his posture when he heard this, he turned his head and smiled slightly: "Uncle Wei is early, my boxing technique was given to me by an old Taoist in the early years, it looks weak, but it has the function of strengthening the body, Uncle Wei can also try it."

This person is one of several hunters in Wutong Village, and he is also the father of Wei Lu, Wei Deer.

"You kid, you still taught me, I'm not interested in your slow and toddler-like boxing technique, but since it's an old way handed over to you, maybe it's really useful." Wei Zhang smiled, "Maybe you've met a true immortal." ”

"What Uncle Wei said is that if that old Taoist is really an immortal, then I will make a lot of money." Lin Cheng smiled slightly excitedly.

Immortals are the supreme title of this world, they are omnipotent, calling for wind and rain, pulling mountains and mountains, and they are much more noble than the emperors of a country.

It is also a legend of this world, if anyone can get a little guidance from the gods, mortals will be enough to benefit for a lifetime.

"Haha......" Wei Zhang laughed, then shook the hare in his hand, walked to Lin Cheng, and handed the hare to Lin Cheng, "Since I met you here, then this hare belongs to you." ”

"But, if you eat my rabbit, you'll have to make my arrows for me tomorrow."

Lin Cheng was about to refuse, but as soon as he heard Wei Zhang's words, he knew that he couldn't refuse. He took the hare: "Uncle Wei, don't worry, twenty arrows, guarantee one is not less."

"Well, you kid does things, I don't worry. Otherwise, my daughter won't let you, haha......"

Looking at the back of this rough and bold Uncle Wei leaving, Lin Cheng also shook his head with a slight wry smile. His daughter, Wei Lu...... Lin Cheng is really not interested.

After a few words, the morning sun in the east also rose a few points, and gradually, the whole earth began to become hot.

Lin Cheng was not boxing, but walked in the direction of his house.

The fist method is nameless, it can be said that Lin Cheng did it casually, or it can be said that it is his perception of this world, although it is simple and slow, but it contains the truth of this world.

The monk learns it, opens his mind and pulls out his pulse, and understands the way of the heart. Mortals learn it, strengthen the body, and prolong life.

But unfortunately, Wei Zhang abandoned it and despised it and lost the opportunity.

When he returned to his house, Lin Cheng lit a fire and cooked, although he was a monarch, he was already a mortal from the moment he turned mortal, and even his cultivation was exhausted.

The heart is ordinary, and the body is also ordinary.

Skillfully skinning and peeling the rabbit, cleaning and slicing, Lin Cheng started to make rabbit soup.

When the smoke on the roof is extinguished, the fragrant rabbit soup is ready. Although it is not fragrant for ten miles, it also makes a radius of hundreds of meters full of faint fragrance.

I couldn't help but attract the children of several surrounding houses to jump out.

Lin Cheng even heard that the mothers of those children were holding rice bowls, chasing the naughty children, feeding them one bite at a time.

Lin Cheng smiled dumbly.

This is the life of mortals, returning home from farming every day, taking care of children, taking care of the elderly, although sometimes there is a tongue, but it is only Sumeru to dispel anger and revenge.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, Uncle Meng took a twelve or thirteen-year-old child to the blacksmith again, the child was holding a basket of sweet potatoes in his hand, and he looked well-behaved and even a little shy, but the eyes that looked left and right did not match his appearance at all.

Obviously, this is a naughty child who is well-behaved and sensible in front of his parents, but his parents are not there.

"Uncle Meng, here ......"

Lin Cheng took out the hoe that had been repaired in the evening.

"Here we are...... Has Xiaohai had lunch? If not, go to my house and eat, the child is all done. Uncle Meng said politely, and at the same time he also pushed the little boy next to him.

The little boy is Uncle Meng's child, Mengwa, and his name is Mengwa.

"Brother Xiaohai, let's go to my house for a meal."

Meng Wa tilted her head and looked at the eldest brother she had only met a few times, still with a curious look in her eyes.

"Hehe......" Lin Cheng chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his Gebu linen clothes, "I have already eaten it, so I won't trouble Uncle Meng and Aunt Meng." ”

"Uncle Meng, your hoe has been repaired, and it won't collapse again this time."

"Thank you so much." Uncle Meng smiled a little embarrassedly, after all, he didn't bring any money today, "Xiaohai, this is the sweet potato ...... in my field."

Lin Cheng was not polite, took the basket, put the sweet potatoes in it to the table on the side, and returned the basket.

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