Wenyun, who got a full score in the exam, was the student she brought out.

After Luo Jingju told all the teachers present the good news, the teachers passed it on in their respective WeChat groups.

One pass ten, ten pass hundred, within a few minutes, everyone who pays attention to the results of the college entrance examination knows that Wenyun has a full score in the exam.

The leaders were excited and held an emergency meeting to discuss how to reward and commend the teachers of the first class of the third year of high school, especially the Wenyun students.

The TV station also received the news and hurriedly went to Wen Yun's house for an interview.

When they arrived at Wenyun's house, everyone learned from Huang Meilan's mouth that Wenyun had already set off to go out to play yesterday, and Huang Meilan didn't know when she would come back.

Wenyun's mobile phones are almost all turned off, and they can't get through.

The small county town had a carnival without a protagonist.

When some people were looking for Wenyun all over the world, Wenyun sat alone in the train and looked at the scenery flying outside the window in a daze.

Wenyun didn't go straight to Xijing City, swaying all the way, watching and playing, walking for five days, people are still on the way to Xijing City more than 800 kilometers, and the distance seems to be getting farther and farther.

Wen Yun was in a daze, and his mind was attracted by the conversation of a pair of young men and women around him.

"How did you choose such a train? Isn't there a high-speed rail?"

"Xia Xia, bear with me, it's just a small mountain village, there is no high-speed rail passing by, just such a green car. ”

"Call me Miss. Zhao Zhijin, it's better to really tell you that there is a treasure there, otherwise I won't be able to spare you. ”

"Yes, yes, Miss, how dare the little one lie to the Miss? ”

"I don't dare. ”

It was two young men and women, the girl was about eighteen years old, the man was twenty years old, the man was ordinary-looking, with a Chinese face, and he looked loyal and honest.

The girl is young and beautiful, with the lively vitality of a beautiful young girl on her face. If you ignore the arrogance on her face, the girl did give birth to a beautiful face.

The Cultural Games will pay attention to them, just because of the fluctuations in the aura on the two of them.

Both of them turned out to be from the Xianmen.

Zhao Zhijin entered the seventh layer of qi refining, and that girl had just entered the sixth layer of qi refining.

Wen Yun was a little puzzled, she didn't expect that on such a small green train, there would be two people who were Xiu Xiu Immortals, and she didn't expect that any person would have a higher realm than her.

She has worked hard for so long, but she is not as good as a person, and she can't get rid of the essence of waste materials.

Wen Yun glanced at Zhao Zhijin twice, at a young age, he had already reached the seventh-layer realm, and this speed was not much better than Li Chidui and Song Changyou, the two proud sons of the sky.

Wen Yun's gaze attracted Zhao Zhijin's attention, he glanced at Wen Yun secretly, and after finding that it was a beautiful ordinary girl, he withdrew his gaze.

Zhao Zhijin thought he was doing it carefully, he looked at Wenyun outside the window and didn't notice it, but he didn't know that he was all in the eyes of the little black bean, and told Wenyun.

After the Wenyun realm reached the fifth layer, he practiced a concealment technique, even if others used the spirit ring, they couldn't detect the fluctuation of the aura, and they wouldn't know that Wenyun was the same existence as them.

The green car was creazzing.

"Arrive at the station Nanfeng Pass ahead, and passengers who have got off the train should get off in advance. ”

Zhao Zhijin and Tang Zhixia packed up their things and got out of the car, Wen Yun thought about it and got out of the car after them.

She wondered what the two of them were talking about.

After getting off the bus, Wen ran for more than an hour on a winding mountain road before coming to a small village.

The name of the village is Nanfeng Village, which has some meaning of isolation.

Nanfeng Village is a village where ethnic minorities gather, and the houses in the village are all stilted buildings made of bamboo.

In front of each bamboo house, surrounded by bamboo and trees, Lingxiao flowers climb in the middle.

It's the season of blooming flowers, and some of the flowers climb to the rooftops, and the orange flowers decorate the house with peace and tranquility.

The tranquility of Nanfeng Village often attracts some travelers, and it is also a small tourist attraction on this side of Nanfeng Pass. It's just that there is no publicity, and the transportation is not convenient, there are not many tourists.

In the village, both of them are like Wenyun, carrying a backpack and holding a mobile phone or camera, watching the tourists taking pictures.

The whole village seemed very quiet, except for a few chickens and dogs barking, and outsiders, there were hardly any villagers in sight.

Zhao Zhijin and Tang Zhixia had long since disappeared, but Wenyun was not worried at all, as early as when she got off the train, she had already sent the little blue ants out.

The ants in the whole village are her eyeliner, and through the message from the little blue ants, the two of them have entered a villager's house.

"Come with us, let's go see the patriarch's house now. ”

"We know that the ethnic minorities are not so open, they don't have the village chief, the whole village is ruled and managed by one clan, and the patriarch has the greatest right to speak. ”

"The things used in the patriarch's house are also the best and most representative in the whole village, so we went to the patriarch's house to visit. ”

"The patriarch is usually very hospitable, but everyone must also pay attention, look at it, you can't mess with the things in their room casually, especially the places that are not allowed to enter, you must not go in, otherwise you will be blasted out, or you will be beaten, don't blame the tour guide for not reminding you. ”

A tour guide sister in her thirties led a group of more than a dozen people, including men, women, and young people, to walk past Wenyun and enter the path on the left.

At the end of this path, there is only the patriarch's family, which is also the direction in which Wenyun is going.

Wenyun quickened his pace and blended into the group to move forward together.

More than a dozen people came to the patriarch's house.

The patriarch's house was many times larger than the other bamboo houses, and in front of the stilted building, there was a large small courtyard wall surrounded by a fence.

Hundreds of people, men, women, and children, stood outside the courtyard walls, watching from the periphery. No wonder I didn't see any villagers all the way.

There were already more than a dozen people standing in the courtyard, and Zhao Zhijin and Tang Zhixia were also among them.

The tour guide muttered something to the two people guarding the courtyard gate, and one of them opened the courtyard gate, let them and the group enter the small courtyard.

The tour guide said excitedly to everyone: "Wow~ Everyone is lucky today, today is the day of their five-year election of the patriarch of Nanfeng Village, and we will enjoy the patriarch selection ceremony of Nanfeng Village later." Please watch quietly, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

In the courtyard, these outsiders stood on the left, and on the right were young men wearing the costumes of ethnic minorities.

They occasionally chatted a few words, speaking the language unique to their ethnic minorities, and the tour guide did not translate, and Wenyun did not know what they said.

The young men who were running for the patriarch were all staring at one of the bamboo buildings with fiery eyes, and Wen Yun was stunned when he looked at it, that bamboo building was a little different.

The wooden doors of other bamboo buildings are more than one meter wide, but the wooden doors of that bamboo building are five meters wide.

Not long after, four young strong men, carrying a six-foot tripod, came out of the bamboo building.

The person who carried the tripod showed his strong arms, the green tendons on his arms were rising, and the sweat was flowing on his forehead, and the six people walked slowly and put the big tripod in the middle of the courtyard.

The moment the big ding fell, the dust flew.