Two hundred years have passed in a hurry

Ma Yang hid in the cave he was digging to clean up the black goo on his body.

The process of cleaning up was very slow, and they could only cancel each other out by condensing the source power, and even he didn't know how long it had been, but fortunately, his age and appearance were still stuck at the age of thirty, and he had not become an old man with gray hair.

The great changes that have taken place in the outside world are not clear at first, but when they are almost cleaned up, Ma Yang begins to head towards the mouth of the cave.

The mountain is so secluded that no tribe existed here when Ma Yang first arrived, and the entrance to the cave was covered by huge rocks.

Every time I go out, I slowly push the boulder, and then I come out.

The surface of the boulder is no longer smooth, it is covered with green vines, and there are many weeds growing around it.

From the cliff not far from the cave, you can see the scenery below, and there is actually smoke rising from the cooking smoke, and it seems that a new tribe has appeared and taken root here.

I don't have too much nostalgia for the scenery outside, and I still need to refine the last trace of sticky material these days to get rid of these tarsal maggots completely.

Attached to the outside of the body, it constantly produces energy that shakes the body and mind, and the smell is very disgusting, Ma Yang simply held his breath in the cave, and sat in the black smoke.

I have to say that the energy crystallization of this divine manifestation realm is condensed and durable, and it takes several years to absorb a sticky substance all over the body, and it only takes half a bag to do so.

What I couldn't see was that within a radius of ten miles from the cave, no animal dared to come over, which caused some legends about this place in the future.

It is said that there is a curse from ancient times, and no animals will breed, so if you want to survive, you can only farm and eat vegetables.

Day after day flies, and the traces of the rocks that were moved at the beginning have long since disappeared, and are covered with newly grown vegetation.

The hillsides are full of vegetables grown by the villagers, and now they seem to be growing well, and they have not been affected by the black gas of the cave.

A half-grown boy was running in the field with a dog at this time, and a scolding voice came from behind.

"Slow down! Don't trample on the crops! Behind him was an old man with white sideburns, pushing a cart and watering the fields.

They come up every other day because they don't need to collect money for the land.

"It's okay, Ngawang is very smart!"

In recent years, the harvest in the village has not been good, and there is more grain to be handed in, but fortunately, no one dares to come to farm in this mountain, and no one dares to come.

"If you grandparents go to that kind of place, something will happen!"

"It doesn't matter if you're an old man, the good days of the little grandson are still ahead, don't bury your future."

Although the people in the village said this, they did not stop it.

Since the day of the catastrophe, two hundred years have passed now, and when all life has finally come to the right track, it has been met with successive natural disasters.

All technological civilization is rapidly degrading, and those refined metals are buried deep in the earth, which can be seen

They cut down and made improvised tools out of shoddy forging.

"It's a bit strange that the weather has been very dry in the past few years, and the hillside is still a little wet." The old man used a cart to push water from a long distance to irrigate the vegetables.

He didn't dare to move around too much in the mountains and forests, so he only moved around the cultivated fields.

There are many legends in the village, and there are many different stories about the black gas that suddenly comes out of the day, and the reason why there are no animals living here.

The most appropriate thing is that there is a devil's lair here, where the devils live, and those black gases are these devils eating human flesh.

The villagers did not dare to come, let alone spend the night here, it was even more impossible.

And He Sanshi wouldn't feel it that way, if he and his grandfather were in a late hurry, they would simply live in a temporary cabin in the field, and there would be no so-called devil to come to the door for life and cooking.

Instead, it's the fresh air and quiet environment, which he loves.

Grandpa grew grain bags here, a grain crop similar to corn, but the fruit was like a cloth bag, and when opened, it was a thumb-sized granular soft glutinous grain that tasted like a potato.

However, the living environment requirements of grain bags are relatively strict, and they must be quiet, otherwise the fruits will land in advance, so that the harvest will be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the environment in the mountains and forests is very suitable for the survival of this plant, and this year's harvest is much better than last year's, because two more new plots of land have been cultivated.

I had to live here all these days, and my grandfather had already cleaned the room, and there was a pot of stewed vegetables on the fire.

When the grandfather and grandson washed the dishes and chopsticks and sat down to eat, there was a sudden sound of rustling in the field.

"You look at the pot, I'll look outside the door." The old man pushed open the door and walked out.

There was no sound in the back, and after a long time, He Sanshi saw that the pot was boiling, and his grandfather had not returned, so he reached out to open the door.

At this time, the door opened, and the grandfather walked in with a somewhat pale face, followed by a tall middle-aged man.

This person is Ma Yang, who has just completely gotten rid of the mucus entanglement, and without those annoying things covering his body, even his breathing has become smoother.

As soon as he walked out of the cave, he saw a beating light here, so he walked along the road and happened to meet an old man who had gone out to investigate.

But when the old man saw him, he turned and ran, as if he were some terrible demon.

"What's wrong with you, old man?" Ma Yang flashed in front of the running old man, and the frightened old man sat on the ground.

"You...... Are you a human or a ghost? The old man coughed and slowly stepped back on the ground, his hands holding on to the dirt to make a mark.

"Of course I'm human, but I've been cultivating here for a long time, so I didn't scare you, right?" Ma Yang stretched out his hand and dragged the old man up, summoning a breeze to blow away the dirt on the corners of his clothes.

After seeing Ma Yang illuminated by the moonlight, he left a long shadow behind him, and then he slowly put his heart down, ghosts have no shadows.

If you can be sure that the other party is a living person, he will let it go

Come to heart, after all, this time is not peaceful.

"It's so late, come with me for a bite to eat." Seeing that the other party did not want to leave, the old man had no choice but to take him back to the house.

As soon as he came in, Ma Yang found this half-grown child, who was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and at the moment when his eyes met, Ma Yang saw the black and white color in his eyes flash.

Bringing the dishes and chopsticks, the pot was boiling with vegetable soup, and the aroma had filled the room.

I hadn't eaten for too long, and as soon as I smelled the aroma of food, Ma Yang's stomach growled uncontrollably.

"I only have vegetables here, if you don't dislike it, please try them first." The old man filled Ma Yang with a bowl, and Ma Yang cleaned it up with two mouthfuls of three.

"This tastes really good," Ma Yang wiped his mouth, and saw that the amount in this pot was not enough for the three of them to eat, so he didn't ask for it again, "Little brother, what's your name?" ”

"He Sanshi." The boy replied.

During the course of his meal, his eyes never took off this person, and his strong muscles and calm look, coupled with the words he had said to his grandfather before, could conclude that the other party was an ascetic cultivator who had devoted himself to cultivation.

During these years, the resources and environment for cultivation were not very good, and strong cultivation was able to gain more survival resources in nature, attracting more teenagers to devote themselves to hard cultivation.

The war of nearly two hundred years has severed the inheritance of almost all tribes, and there are not many martial arts that can be cultivated in the villages that have been regathered now, let alone any inheritance.

"Do you know about the Divine Wing Tribe?" Ma Yang asked tentatively, but he didn't expect the old man's whole body to tremble, he hurriedly stopped Ma Yang with his eyes and continued to ask, the young man just had a half-understanding look, now is not the era of the tribe.

"I see that you have strong bones, are you cultivating?" Ma Yang changed the question again, and then saw the old man's expression, frowning and thinking about something far away.

"Yes, don't look at my young age, now I am at the peak of the warrior realm, and my friends in the village are not my opponents, when I am promoted to the martial arts realm, I can protect my grandfather, and then reclaim a wider land in the mountains." As he said this, the young man's eyes flashed with excitement.

Grandpa's life has been hard all these years, and it is for the sake of his grandson that he is forced to take the risk to come here.

"Samurai realm? What's the difference with the wizarding realm? Ma Yang was a little surprised, this is only two hundred years, how can it change so much?

When the old man heard this, he was a little surprised, could it be that the other party was some kind of unborn great monk, and he didn't even know what happened during this time?

"Now the energy between heaven and earth has not been completely stabilized, it is difficult to cultivate spells, everyone relies on cultivating martial arts to improve the realm, this warrior is even lower than the wizard, the previous realm division is too high, no one can reach it."

Only then did Ma Yang carefully feel the energy in the surrounding environment, and indeed found that the fluctuations of energy were much more violent.

The impact on himself is quite limited, because there is the maintenance of two yi forces in the body, and no matter how violent the energy is

Able to harness.

For beginners like them, if such a violent energy is absorbed into the body, it will directly lead to the rupture of the meridians, and the worst will be death, or the least will be disabled.

On the contrary, through the cultivation of martial arts, you can quickly and steadily improve your realm and obtain the food resources you need for life.

The sum of the two has led to the current situation.

"Then do you want to become a strong man and master this berserk energy?" Ma Yang stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and the fine rock armor appeared out of thin air, spreading from his forearm to his fist.

Over the years I have been in the cave, my research on abilities has also been very different, and now I am more confident in making changes in energy forms.

Seeing the rock arm, the boy's eyes flashed with excitement.

Since his parents died at the hands of the enemy, his grandfather took him to this remote village to hide when he was a child, just to cultivate into a strong man one day and go to them for revenge!

"I want to be strong! Please uncle teach me! The young man hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks, lay his hands on the ground, and solemnly bowed to Ma Yang!

(End of chapter)

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