Dream World

In the morning, at the gate of the town, the gate of the city had just opened.

Villagers near the town lined up and entered the town while paying the fee.

Pang Shiyuan, who was dressed in rags, was mixed in, his originally upright body became slightly stiff, and his skin, which became more and more luster after his internal strength was completed, was completely covered by a layer of gray, and he looked no different from other villagers in such an image.

The team slowly moved forward, and finally it was his turn.

Pang Shiyuan stretched out his dirty right hand, and very carefully handed the two copper plates in his hand that were about to heat up to the soldiers at the city gate.

Xiao Bing stretched out his fingers with some disgust and clipped the two copper coins over, his eyes swept him slightly, and he didn't bother to look at him again. He didn't even feel redundant with a wave, but just motioned with his eyes to hurry up and get in, so as not to get in the way of others.

Pang Shiyuan didn't dare to slack off, bowed slightly, and walked in front of the little soldier very humbly and entered the town.

After entering the town, Pang Shiyuan didn't dare to stay in the town for long, so he began to look for a salt shop.

One can go without salt for a short time, but never for a long time.

Pang Shiyuan is a martial artist with superior strength, but he is still a human being, so he can't be without salt for a long time.

After consuming the last grain of salt in the wild, Pang Shiyuan had to venture into the nearest town.

Worried about being recognized, Pang Shiyuan pretended to be an ordinary villager.

Pang Shiyuan, who entered the town, didn't dare to act too anxious, and simply looked around like a hillbill.

It's just an ordinary town, although it has a different style depending on the region. But after seeing it, that's all it is. And it doesn't generate more expectations.

Pang Shiyuan is no longer the boy who just entered the dream world and is curious about everything. It's time to watch. He has basically seen it over the years, and some of them have experienced it himself.

He will no longer feel that everything is good in ancient times.

At least in terms of transportation and life, modern times are not just as simple as putting aside the countless streets of antiquity, but countless centuries.

After walking around the town for a while, Pang Shiyuan was sure that this was another town that had been completely brainwashed by the True God Cult.

Statues of the true gods, large and small, were everywhere, and the incense in front of the statues seemed to never be extinguished. Cigarettes filled the air, and the worshippers of the true God were one after the other, never stopping.

Looking at these statues one by one, and the people who were extremely in awe of the statues, Pang Shiyuan felt extremely dazzling.

He thought he could find the salt shop as soon as possible, buy the salt and leave immediately.

Finally, he found the salt shop as he wished.

There are also statues of true gods in the salt shop, and they seem to be more expressive.

Pang Shiyuan didn't look too much, and immediately started buying salt.

There were four people in the salt shop. The middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body is either the owner or the store manager; The two young men who were busy working on the edge of the salt and scales were naturally buddies; And that prime of life who looks powerful. Apparently guards.

Judging from the decoration of the salt shop, as well as the words, deeds, and clothing of everyone in the shop, these people are a little arrogant. But it's pretty good.

Those who can open a salt shop in a small town are certainly not ordinary people.

Or it's backed by officialdom. Or there is a green forest and black road background. Of course, it is also possible that black and white are both taken together.

This salt shop. According to Pang Shiyuan's judgment, it should be on the white road line of officialdom.

Officialdom always talks about rules and regulations, but in fact, their rules are the most lax and the least followed. Rules are rules only when they need them.

Pang Shiyuan felt that he could buy more salt, and it wouldn't be long before he had to go into the town to buy salt. And every time he enters the city, it will be an adventure.

The process of buying salt was very smooth, although because Pang Shiyuan bought more salt than ordinary villagers, the young man asked, but since Pang Shiyuan said that he bought it for the people in the village, it was not a problem.

It was only when the salt was bought that Pang Shiyuan found out that he didn't have a guy with salt.

As a last resort, he had to buy a salt bag from a salt shop.

This salt bag is made of a special fabric, which has a waterproof function, which Pang Shiyuan values very much. He now lives almost entirely in the wild, and the salt bag is waterproof to ensure that the salt he bought does not turn into salt water and run away.

Carrying the salt bag on his back, Pang Shiyuan left the salt shop, his steps were a little brisk.

Looking at Pang Shiyuan's figure gradually moving away, the slightly chubby middle-aged store manager was thoughtful, and seemed to always feel that he had ignored something.

However, the new customers in the store quickly caught his attention, and he didn't think much of it.

One guest after another came and went, and it was not until another guest bought more salt than Pang Shiyuan, and took out the salt urn that had been prepared long ago, that he suddenly understood what he had overlooked.

"How can these poor ghosts, who are so poor that they want to spend one money as two dollars, are willing to spend money to buy salt bags? The money to buy salt bags is enough for these poor ghosts to use salt for ten days and a half months. ”

The ancients used salt quite economically, and it was a completely different concept from the modern people's use of salt.

"There's something wrong with that person, there must be a problem!" The middle-aged store manager's mind was running fast, and suddenly he thought of Pang Shiyuan's gray face, and he felt that the face shape was somewhat familiar, and immediately shouted, "Zhang Zhong, bring the wanted portrait sent by the True God Sect a few days ago." Fast! ”

Soon, the remorseful voice of the store manager sounded in the salt shop.

Then, there was a rush of war.

Pang Shiyuan left the town smoothly, and after leaving people's sight steadily, he started to gallop away.

Ten minutes later, he was far away from the town and came to a dense forest.

With memories and marks, he stayed under a large tree.

With a strong wave of his right hand, a strong wind blew, and the ground that had been hidden by thick fallen leaves was suddenly exposed.

If you look closely, you will see that the soil on the ground has two different colors. The middle part is noticeably fresher, as if someone has turned it out.

Obviously, this overturning is naturally Pang Shiyuan.

Pang Shiyuan divided five by two, and then took out the sword and package from the ground.

Then he found a stream in the mountains.

Taking off his dirty and tattered clothes, he jumped into the stream and washed himself. When he came out of the stream and changed his clothes, a heroic young hero was suddenly freshly baked.

Facing the stream, Pang Shiyuan tidied up his clothes again. He was happy with his image, he hadn't been so neat in some time. Unconsciously, a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

It's just that his smile has just been hooked, and he is frozen halfway.

He turned his head to look at the way he came, and someone was talking and walking this way.

"Damn, why did you find it again? Where did I show the stuffing? Pang Shiyuan was a little confused. (To be continued......)