Yuwei looked at the peaceful world without the Universal Tribulation and fell into memory, while the boy looked at him.

The two of them went their separate ways, and walked a long way.

Yuwei hadn't gone far, and they soon saw Qinghe Town in their sight.

A small town surrounded by wooden walls, standing beside a stream.

On the edge of this town are patches of farmland.

An old farmer in a coarse cloth coat is holding a hoe and cultivating a barren field.

The old farmer turned his gaze, and immediately saw the two children walking back, and said with a smile:

"Oh, Xiao Yao, Xiao Ming, you're back."

The boy called Xiao Ming answered, and said curiously to the old farmer:

"Uncle Liang, are you here to reclaim Xintian again?"

The old farmer laughed: "Recently, the rice tax collected above has become higher, and I can only cultivate a few more fields to grow more rice, uncle." ”

Yuwei didn't speak, just looked at the more than ten acres of fields lightly.

The soil in the fields was freshly turned, and the weeds had just been removed, and they were piled up not far away, forming a small green hill.

It looks like a newly cultivated field.

And of course, of course.

It was a wasteland last night.

Yuwei passed by yesterday, and this is still an uncultivated wasteland.

But when I went out this morning, it was already looking good, and now it's almost ready to be planted.

That Uncle Liang is probably using the strength that ordinary people can hard, and he has been sleepless for several hours, turning over this wasteland hundreds of meters in a radius of several meters.

Yuwei's eyes flashed: "Sure enough, the townspeople of Qinghe Town have special abilities. ”

After living here for ten years, he can also see to some extent that the adult men in Qinghe Town, including the "father" in this life, have the strength of ordinary people or above.

This kind of power may be the key to his continued cultivation.

Thinking about all kinds of thoughts in her heart, Yuwei still didn't change on the surface, watching Xiao Ming and Uncle Liang chat for a while, and then politely say goodbye.

The two walked through the new fields reclaimed by Uncle Liang and stepped into a layer of wooden walls.

The three-foot high wooden wall separates the inside and outside, and the gate opens in only a few directions, connecting the stone bridge that crosses the stream.

The three-zhang high gate, covered with thin iron, was opened by ropes and mechanisms, and a tall lookout stood above it.

There is a large clock in the belvedere, and next to it sits a strong man, looking into the distance, as if it has never changed.

The strong man looked at the road in front of the gate, and naturally saw Yuwei and the two, with a little smile on his serious face, and shouted at them:

"Xiao Yao, Xiao Ming, are you back for lunch?"

The boy raised his head and waved his hand: "Yes, Uncle Chen has worked hard!" ”

Yuwei's gaze also swept from above, looked at the old man and the big clock next to him, and nodded: "Hard work." ”

The strong man is the guard of the town, and it is also one of the manifestations that Yuwei feels is extraordinary in this town.

In an ordinary town, there are people who stand on it every day to guard, and a big warning bell is also put out.

In addition, the big man who guarded did not bring a bell stick, and obviously slapped with his palm and knocked with his fist when he encountered an accident, and he did not hide his extraordinary strength at all.

Yuwei thought about these things in her mind, and she didn't stop at her feet.

He quickly walked across the stone bridge, entered the wooden gate, and stepped into the town of Qinghe.

Qinghe Town, the place where Yuwei was born in this life, the hometown of "Lu Yao".

He lifted his golden eyes and took in the scenery of the entire town.

Qinghe Town is built according to the Changqing River, the town is surrounded by fertile fields, and there are three-courtyard courtyards everywhere, with flat stone roads on the ground, and verdant trees planted around to shade the sun.

A villager walked around in it, washing and cooking, plowing the fields and grazing cattle, and had a harmonious and happy atmosphere.

Yuwei looked at this scene, and her indifferent eyes softened a lot.

He walked through the town, watching the lively and vibrant temperament of the townspeople.

When the two came back, they naturally attracted attention.

Yuwei, who has silver hair and golden eyes and a special appearance, is the focus of everyone wherever she goes, and the townspeople immediately greet them.

"Xiao Yao, just came back?"

"Lu Yao, your father is looking for you."

"Haha, did Xiao Lu Yao go to the stream to play again?"

In response to this cordial greeting, Yuwei also integrated into the identity of "Lu Yao" at this moment, and greeted them one by one.

After saying hello all the way, Yuwei walked through the periphery of Qinghe Town and stepped into the square in the center of the town.

A group of children gathered here, forming a circle under the tree.

Yuwei saw from a distance that an old man was standing under the tree, as if he was talking about something, and the children around him listened with relish.

His ears twitched slightly, and he suddenly stopped, looking straight in that direction.

The boy next to him had been paying attention to him, and when he saw Yuwei stopping, he also stopped and looked under the tree.

His eyes lit up and he said happily: "It's Grandpa Xu telling a story!" ”

This grandfather Xu came from outside the town a few days ago, saying that he came to visit the mayor, but after the visit, he stayed in Qinghe Town temporarily.

He tells stories in the central square of the town every day, and because they are interesting, they attract many children every day.

The old man was telling a story at the moment, and his eyes found a little dazzling reflection.

He turned his head to look and found Yuwei and the others, his eyes moved, and he smiled at them.

Then the old man turned back and continued:

"Five thousand years ago, the first emperor had to go to heaven to teach the law, quell the wars of the nine tribes, stop the war, and establish a martial art..."

The boy next to Yuwei listened to the story with a little excitement:

"Grandpa Xu is telling the story of His Majesty the First Emperor!"

Yuwei's heart moved.

"The First Emperor..."

What the old man said is the most widely spread legend in this world.

The first emperor established martial arts, unified the nine tribes, slayed the demon dragon, punished the demon phoenix, and created the mantra, so that the civilization was inherited endlessly, and the human race was constantly striving for self-improvement.

In the story, the first emperor flew to the sky, moved mountains and reclaimed the sea, and was as great as he wanted to be, and as powerful as he wanted.

His enemies were also stronger than the other, as if they were destroyed, but in the end they were all defeated by his hands.

This story has been passed down by word of mouth, and the people of Zhongzhou have grown up listening to this legend, and three-year-old children can memorize it catchily, and it has cultivated the vision of generations of people yearning for martial arts.

However, the old man's storytelling skills are particularly profound, and the stories that children have heard since childhood are told vividly, vividly, and at the same time majestic and heroic.

The children next to him, including Xiao Ming, were eager to replace him and become a warrior like the First Emperor.

With the power of one person, fight demons and level the world.

In everyone's ears, it may be just a myth and legend, but in Yuwei's eyes, it is a trace of the existence of a compatriot.

In his mind, the First Emperor who received the "Heavenly Teachings" may be from the Earth Divine State like him.

Because of the language he created, the Zhongzhou dialect that has been passed down to today is obviously "Shenzhou language".

It is the language of Yuwei's last life!

In the past, Cangjie made words and carried the Tao in words, and many gods and demons informatized the world and the world they comprehended into Taoist texts, which could be passed on by word of mouth, which was a mantra.

As for the first emperor of the Immortal Qin, he unified the six countries and established Shenzhou, and popularized the Taoist mantras of all ethnic groups again and turned them into Shenzhou.

Shenzhou is a unified language, which is common to gods, demons, Buddhas, immortals, ghosts, and people.

And in this world, since he was born, everyone has communicated in Shenzhou!

According to those legends, Shenzhou is the Mandarin of Zhongzhou, which has not changed for 5,000 years, and at most there are dialect differences.

The human race here uses the Shenzhou language, which at least proves that the Shenzhou culture is still there.

This alone was enough for Yuwei to breathe a sigh of relief.

He thought to himself:

"Regardless of whether the battle of the Universal Tribulation is won or lost, as long as the culture of Shenzhou is still inherited and the human race is still alive, it will not be a loss."

Life is important in continuation, civilization is important in inheritance, and now that the ethnic group and inheritance are there, it makes sense for Yuwei to gamble on his life to go on the expedition.

The culture of Shenzhou still exists, the human race still exists, and even if the battle is really lost, there is still hope for the remains.

Therefore, the culture and human race of this world made him extremely emotional.

The peace of this world has been regarded by Yuwei as a continuation of Shenzhou.

He continued to listen to the myth of the First Emperor, and his thoughts were racing.

In addition to the Chinese language, the story also conveys an important message.

That is, there is a cultivation method called "Martial Dao" in this world, which can make mortals become very powerful, and even be able to fly to the sky.

Just like his father and Uncle Liang, he obviously has "martial arts" cultivation in his body.

If it were other worlds, he might think it was just a boast of a myth.

But knowing the vastness of the Immortal Dao of Shenzhou, understanding the magnificence of the Earth-Star Civilization, and hearing about the civilization in this world that has been influenced by Shenzhou a lot, he believes that there is something in the myth.

Martial arts may be a new cultivation method created by a certain great power in this universe without aura.

Although Yuwei didn't know, how they could cultivate without aura and unable to use their divine thoughts, and even reached the level of flying to the sky.

In the eyes of Xiandao, without aura, everything is free to talk about.

However, in the Earth Star Divine Prefecture, in addition to the Immortal Dao, there are several major god groups and various cultivation systems, and the difference between other worlds and other worlds must be even greater.

If you want to come to this world, a civilization that has been inherited for thousands of years, you have your own way to solve the difficulties.

The objective operation of a world, if it does not reach the realm of the Heavenly Emperor, it will not want to interfere, but can only adapt.

The world without aura still has its way of working, and the "Tao" of heaven and earth will exist.

As long as it exists, it is reasonable, there is a way to follow, and there is a law to use.

This is also true of the "Immortal Dao" cultivated by Yuwei.

Unlike the "Buddha" and "Veda" of the world, the immortal path pays attention to the avenue of self-control, which is not easy for people's hearts.

Practitioners can only perceive heaven and earth by themselves, integrate consciousness into aura, and explore the truth of the operation of heaven and earth.

To unify the external objective world, slowly conform to the way of heaven, and be true with the way.

The martial arts of this realm should be the same, there must be a place that communicates with the immortal path to solve the problem of uncultivated in the world without aura.

Yuwei listened to the ancient myths and legends, and began to look forward to this so-called "martial arts" in her heart.