In the east of the Wild Ancient Continent, there is a small town called Heping Town.

It is flanked by endless mountains to the north and south, with the east side close to the sea and the west side close to the interior.

The occasional sea breeze makes this already livable town even more appealing.

I don't know how long the history of the town has been, but there is such a saying:

This town was founded by the first Terrans to recover after the War Against the Heavens.

Because they had experienced war, they longed for peace, so they named the town after the word "peace".

However, legends are legends after all.

The Heping Town recorded on the stone tablet in the village has only been developed for more than a hundred years.

Although it has a short history, the town has developed into a small commercial center under the management of the townspeople.

People from nearby villages often come here to trade.

Although there are often some quarrels in transactions, it has always been "unfair price".

As for making trouble, that is absolutely undaring.

Why? Because there is a powerful monk here.

Since he taught a few troublemakers a lesson more than ten years ago, no one dares anymore.

Because the monk's surname was Mo, and he was an old man in appearance, the townspeople called him "Mo Lao".

Although Mo Lao is powerful, when it comes to Mo Lao, the impression of the townspeople is generally "amiable, honest and reliable".

The only negative impression is that there is only one "drunkard".

The reason for this impression is that Mo Lao is not as high as the rumored monk, but completely integrated into the townspeople.

He even became a blacksmith and helped make some farm tools or weapons.

Because of the excellent quality, the "Mo Laopai" ironware has become a signboard of Heping Town.

When it comes to Mo Lao, we have to mention Mo Lao's apprentice.

Seven years ago, someone found a sleeping child in the back mountain.

Strange to say, there were often wild beasts in the back mountains, and there was no chance of such a child surviving.

But there was not a single beast around him.

The man felt strange, so he asked his companions to go back to the town to find Mo Lao.

When Mo Lao came and picked up the child, the child suddenly woke up.

Then suddenly there was a gust of wind, and then there was a burst of laughter.

When the child woke up, he didn't cry, but smiled at Mo Lao.

Then, Mo Lao saw that there was a green corner in the swaddling clothes.

When I took it out, it turned out to be a jade pendant.

The gust of wind just now just blew such a horn.

The jade pendant was engraved with the word "殇", which was revealed by a gust of wind, so Mo Lao named the child "Feng Yan".

Later, Feng Yan became Mo Lao's apprentice.

Seven years have passed, and Feng Yan has grown up, from a "little child in need of protection" in everyone's eyes to a "little man" today.

And it's quite famous.

"The second master of Heping Town" is the reputation given by the townspeople.

The first is, of course, Mo Lao.

Since two years ago, Feng Di, who has embarked on the path of cultivation, has gradually become the pillar of Heping Town.

Although he is still a child, when the townspeople are in danger when hunting in the back mountains, the wind will always come to their rescue.

Usually every family has some trouble, and he will also help out.

While the townspeople are grateful, they are also very glad that the town accepted him seven years ago.

Now, on the mountain road behind the mountains, he can often be seen.

On the mountain road behind the mountain, there is a log, which is about as thick as three adults hugging each other, and the length is about five meters.

And now, it is moving unhurriedly along the mountain road.

This is what you can see from a distance, and anyone who sees it will probably think it is haunted.

But for the townspeople of Heping Town, it's not surprising at all.

That's because the small figure under the log is the wind dead.

He didn't do it once or twice.

However, everyone still has some doubts about this, is this wood getting heavier and heavier?

Although the town needs wood, it is not necessary to take it back and process it.

But the problem was solved when Storm Death returned to the town.

I saw him throw the log towards the entrance of the town, take the woodcutter behind his back, and gesture at the log.

In less than a pillar of incense, the huge log turned into four sticks.

Then Feng Yan took out a bundle of rope and carried it into the town.

"Xiaofeng, I'm really bothering you, the wood in the store is running out, you came at the right time, it's really raining in time." ”

Boss Li of the furniture store was very happy to see that Feng Yan came with wood again.

"Uncle Li, I'm just selling wood. ”

Feng Yan was a little embarrassed, and felt that Boss Li's praise was a little too much.

By the way, due to his cultivation, the strength of the wind has increased dramatically, and it is easy for him to make a wood as large as this.

And somehow, the quality of the wood cut by the wind is better than others, and it has become the spokesperson of "high-grade wood".

And in order to "feed" Mo Lao, this seven-year-old child started a timber business, of course, just to transport raw materials to sell.

"Tsk, the best ancient pine, look like this, it should be a 10,000-year-old pine, and the grade is a little higher......"

Boss Li knocked on the wood, full of joy, these should be made into furniture and sold, that is a lot of profit.

"Hmm...... Just ten taels of silver. Boss Li estimated it and gave such a price.

"What?!

Feng Yan was a little stunned at this time, usually so much wood is only three taels, but now it is ten taels?!

"Xiaofeng, this is a 10,000-year-old wood, it already has some aura, and the furniture made of these has the function of prolonging life. I'll give you ten taels, I still think it's a bit insufficient. ”

Boss Li was a little surprised when he saw Feng Yan and explained the reason.

When he had sold all the timber, he had forty taels of silver.

"Forty taels...... It can last for about a month, hey, I still have to make money."

Feng Yan muttered as he walked, and finally came to a restaurant.

The restaurant is called "Zuixian Building", which is mainly engaged in various meals, and its side business is all kinds of wine.

Yes, it's a restaurant, but from the very beginning, it was actually a restaurant.

The food here is also delicious, but the wine here is even better, and as more and more people come to drink, the restaurant is forced to become a restaurant.

However, in order to tell others that this is actually a restaurant, its main business has always been to eat.

"Aunt Wang......"

Feng Yan stepped into the Drunken Immortal Building, and just as he was about to call someone, a middle-aged woman came to the front desk from the back kitchen.

"Immortal brewing, right? Mo Lao is really, he never comes by himself if he wants to drink...... Bring the flask. ”

Aunt Wang stretched out her hand to the wind and asked for a wine jug.

"Oh. Feng Yan obediently handed it over.

"Here, and this is for Mo Lao, a total of one or two pieces of silver. ”

Soon, Aunt Wang handed the wine jug full of wine to Feng Yan, and gave him a smaller flask full of wine.

When those diners saw this scene, they were envious.

That immortal brew, but the signature wine of this drunken immortal building, only one or two pieces of silver is a pot, and the amount of a pot is the amount of the smaller wine jug.

Even so, demand is still in short supply.

And the biggest customer is Mo Lao, one pot a day, which is why forty taels can only be used for a month.

Usually this proprietress doesn't let a drop on this, but now this is equivalent to upside down.

However, envy is envy, and they can't afford to be treated the same.

This kind of treatment can only be afforded by the beloved Mo Lao.

"By the way, let's play with Ling'er tomorrow, it's been a day today, and I just fell asleep. ”

Handing over the wine jug, Aunt Wang said a few more words to Feng Yan.

"In the past few days, the master has given me a cultivation plan, and I am busy, and I accidentally ignored Ling'er, it is my fault. Aunt Wang, I'll play with Ling'er tomorrow, and you apologize to Ling'er for me. ”

The wind died and the wine jug, and at the same time apologized to Aunt Wang.

"I also understand your situation, don't worry, that girl also knows that you are busy cultivating, but there is no one to play with you to make a fuss. ”

Aunt Wang thought of her daughter, and she was also helpless.

At present, only Feng Yan is the same age as his own daughter in Heping Town, and the other children are either too old or can only climb.

As a result, his daughter's playmate was only such a seven-year-old child.

"So...... Aunt Wang, I'll go back first, and you tell Ling'er that I'll play with her tomorrow. ”

After speaking, Feng Yan walked out of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

"This kid, I don't know how to deal with my own daughter?"

Aunt Wang looked at the figure of Feng Yan and shook her head.

Soon, Feng Yan came to a farmhouse, which was extremely ordinary, except for a crooked "iron" character on the wall, and there was nothing extraordinary to see.

The farmhouse consists of a thatched hut and fenced yard.

The most conspicuous feature in the courtyard is a stove with shapeless iron objects scattered across it.

Next to the stove was a pile of pig iron and many shapeless ironware.

In a water tank not far away, there were several iron swords stuck in straight and upright.

On the wall facing the door of the thatched hut hung several cast iron swords, and on the shelves next to them were iron armor and iron farm tools.

This is the residence of Mo Lao and Feng Yan.

It can be said that as a blacksmith shop, except for being able to make ironware, there is no blacksmith shop at all.

Feng Yan pushed open the door of the thatched house, and a smell of wine came to the surface.

Feng Yan waved his hand and coughed lightly.

Then put the wine on the small table in the room, and then open the window to let the wine out.

Otherwise, it will be uncomfortable when you eat.

On a bed in a thatched hut lay an old man, who was asleep.

The old man looked like he was about seventy or eighty years old, with gray hair tied in a mess on the top of his head.

The foot-long beard was gray and messy on his face, and as the old man breathed, several of them jumped around.

Seeing this, Feng Yan shook his head, sighed, and then got up and walked towards the kitchen.

When I came to the kitchen, I saw half a steamed bun lying on the board like a rat gnawing on it.

When Feng Yan saw this, he shook his head again, put the steamed buns aside, and then opened the kitchen window to dissipate the smell of wine that had drifted to the kitchen.

After that, Feng Di was busy in the kitchen.

Half an hour later, Feng Yan put the two bowls of noodles on the small table in the thatched hut, and then tapped his fingers on the table.

"Master, it's time to eat. ”

The old man lying on the bed woke up.