Walking through an open field surrounded by mountains, climbing over three hills, stepping on a low hill, the world in front of me is getting bigger and bigger, and the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

Without the sense of grievance, my mind began to relax, standing on the low hill, I had the urge to ask the rumor and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

In the end, this long howl did not come out, because he found something that made him even more happy.

The hill is low and slowly climbs towards the earth, below, one side stretches flatly, standing on the top of the hill, you can see the villages scattered in the distance, the walls made of log stumps, the thatched houses, the fence wall surrounded by the branches of small trees, and then outside, there is a whole circle of thick logs to support the wall, a not imposing, but decent gate.

Outside the walled gate, there is a vast world, a vast world full of infinite crises, and similarly, it is the land that supports all things, where there are naturally grown melons and fruits, there are running, jumping, flying beasts and birds, as long as you are diligent and bold, whether it is a human race or a beast or a bird, you will definitely not die of hunger.

Inside the walled gate, surrounded by the wall, there is a small world, which is different from the dangerous outside world, which is safe and comfortable, full of laughter. The smoke rises with warmth, and the roosters and dogs bark with life.

Under the sky, inside and outside, these are two worlds.

Seeing the village below, a figure popped up in his mind, the kind and weak Mu Yirou, the thick and thick but warm Mo Weirui, the honest He Dachuan, the treacherous Gao Qi, the old fox-like Shangguan Mo Yan and Situ Ye, and the pavilion master who often had a straight face.

Whether it is a close heart, or a distant relationship, or a use relationship, or some small grudges, at this moment, it is a long-lost sense of intimacy.

After not seeing anyone for a long time, the kind of kindness that I saw for the first time.

In the wind and fire, Wen Chuanting jumped down from the top of the hill with a puff of smoke, and hurried to the nearest mountain village he saw.

The village is not big, the far-sighted houses are neat, the rules are decent, and when I get closer, I find that there is no such beauty as when I first looked, the rough houses are horizontal and vertical, this one is recessed, that one is protruding, the roof thatch is old, some are even sparse, and the whole roof can no longer be covered tightly.

The narrow loess road is winding and twisting, passing in front of every house, and it is just a bend, and in some places there are potholes, and some of them are still accumulating dirty water, and it is pitch black, and there are tiny mosquitoes circling and flying on it.

The people in the village have yellow faces and thin muscles, and their clothes are ragged, and even the natives of the Great Wilderness are a little inferior.

When those people saw Wen Chuanting coming, they looked frightened one by one, hid under the eaves of their houses, and looked at him carefully with trembling and trembling.

Wen Chuanting had a delicate face, dressed in a neat animal skin suit, with a wooden sword hanging from his waist, followed by a monkey head that was not much different from his size, and an eagle eagle on his shoulder. The whole image of a cat fighting a dog and a monkey is playing.

This image walks in this small village, so that how can those who see him not be timid and weak-hearted.

Perhaps in their impressions, this is a child from a big place, a naughty boy who escaped the protection of the family without permission, and a child with a strong background.

This is not at all an existence they can provoke.

Looking at their frightened eyes, Wen Chuanting's move to get close to his relatives stopped instantly, and his hesitant gaze turned around them, not seeing anyone who could look directly at his existence, let alone facing his gaze without retreating.

He is like a disaster star, a disaster star that suddenly appeared in front of everyone, a star who does not belong to the world, does not belong to the world.

People are the most elusive psychologically, maybe you are dressed in tatters, your face is dirty, your body is thin, you appear in front of them as a stranger, they will gladly accept you, if you are more difficult than them, or even physically incomplete, they will rush to stand up and lend you a helping hand.

It's a pity, it's the exact opposite, Wen Chuanting has a neat animal skin outfit, a little delicate face with a little baby fat, white and tender, and his eyes are bright and bright like stars.

Oh, completely out of place, how does this make a group of people who live on the subsistence line accept. Can we still have a good conversation and have fun together?

When Wen Chuanting realized this, he could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, there was nothing he could do about it, delicacy was innate, and he couldn't cut himself twice on his face. Dressed in animal skins, neat and clean, this is a personal habit.

Follow the local customs, here, at this moment, ask Chuanting is completely unprepared, how does this make him follow the local customs?

Wen Chuanting sighed, and when he was about to turn away, an old man of the village patriarch hurriedly greeted him.

Looking at his pale face and trembling legs, an inexplicable sadness rose in Wen Chuanting's heart.

What is it that makes an old man with a white beard tremble in the face of a child? What is it that makes an entire village hide under the eaves and only an old man who is half-cut into the ground comes out to deal with it? What is it that makes an old man who should be respected face a child?

"Master Game World, are you passing through here?"

The old man's voice trembled, his hunched waist was half-bent, and his white beard hung down tightly, showing enough respect.

The words "Master, the game world?" made the question that was caught in the heart of the question, and his mind became more and more confused

Looking at the old man in front of him in confusion, his half-bowed posture remained unchanged, beads of sweat flowed down his white beard, and he fell to the ground hard, smashing out a small hole, scattering with a little dirt.

"Old man, please ......"

"Don't dare, don't dare, don't dare to ...... in front of the master" The old man knelt down ordinarily, kowtowed like a trick, and didn't dare to say that he didn't dare in his mouth, faintly crying.

This made Wen Chuanting's arm that wanted to lift the old man who bowed up freeze in the air, and the word 'don't dare' still echoed in his ears.

I couldn't believe it, I absolutely couldn't believe it, I never thought that an old man would kowtow to a child who had just reached his waist.

The old man tried his best to break free and asked Chuanting to hold his arm, and in the trembling voice, the crying was more obvious, "Don't torture the little old man, the little old man is at fault, he shouldn't be despised when he sees the master, he shouldn't kneel when he faces the master, and he shouldn't prepare a tribute at the first moment......"

A few that shouldn't have been spit out of the old man's mouth, and each one that shouldn't have gotten into Wen Chuanting's ears, made his eyelids jump, made him tremble, and made his mind roar.

"Is this the current situation of the human race, or is it the special area close to the demon race?, or is it that the five major sects have a contempt from above, and thus oppress the mortals at the bottom too much?"

One question after another came out of his mind, making his whole head buzz.

"Does the old man want to be tender, or tough, or is it old and chewy?"