Walking on the absolutely natural and pollution-free land, breathing in the air with a strong smell of grass, Li Chenglong began to understand why he heard that an Englishman bottled and sold country air to China before he died. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

According to the memory in his mind, Li Chenglong tried to use the alchemy that he had longed for a long time. With a short knife, he cut some branches from the trees beside the road, dug up some dirt with grass and put them in the left pocket.

Li Chenglong, who was walking slowly on the official road with a horse in one hand, grabbed a handful of soil, and turned it into a ni pigeon, a mud rabbit, and a human statue. You don't need any artistic skills at all, as long as you imagine it in your mind, waving your hand will turn it into that way.

Li Chenglong, who was thinking about whether to try to copy those celebrities, figures, and the like, was suddenly startled by a strange scream that jumped out from behind the big tree on the right and pounced on him.

Subconsciously, his right arm shook it hard, and the clay statue was crushed and turned into a gauntlet that could only cover the back of his hand. In the scream, Li Chenglong felt as if he had knocked that thing away, and while sighing that Sun Wukong's body was much stronger than his previous one, he released the reins and walked in the direction where the sound came from.

When I got closer, it turned out to be not a thing, but a man who was unclothed and had a few drawings on his face with cyan dye and other things, and quickly squatted down to probe his breath and heartbeat, and he died. The first killing did not bring any guilt or anxiety to Li Chenglong, just a kind of peace that he knew.

Well, I know I killed someone, and I don't feel anything special.

Li Chenglong, who was stunned and doubted whether he was a good person before, was awakened by the sound of a horse.

When I turned around, I saw a man dressed like the dead guy galloping on the road on his little white horse with all his daily necessities, saying that the gallop was a bit too much, and that a pack horse was carrying so many things that a person couldn't run fast at all.

Because of this, the man was constantly beating the horse's belly with a prismatic stone. Getting up, running at an accelerated pace, untying a long branch from behind, crafting a wooden javelin, throwing, pulling a handful of dirt out of his pocket, crafting it into a hard square stone, jumping, and slapping a brick on the back of the thief's head, all in a matter of minutes.

The death of the horse thief made Lee Seung-ryong unable to mention the last bit of moral struggle with the murder.

On the one hand, I don't feel the guilt or pleasure that books talk about.

On the other hand, if it weren't for the strength of his current body, which is called a savage body, he might have faced a miserable life of drinking blood and sleeping in the wilderness.

After all, without iron and wool at hand, even alchemy could not turn warm felt and knives for cutting meat.

After calming the frightened horses and holding the reins, Li Chenglong began to practice alchemy while hurrying again. The difference is that all the dirt that is left over this time shifts between offensive weapons such as bricks, baseball bats, and pickaxes, and occasionally some fire and frost fall on the innocent flowers and plants on the roadside.

As for the two corpses, they were still in place, although they had no aversion to killing, but they were still very resistant to carrying the dead Li Chenglong.

It wasn't until nightfall that Lee Seung-ryong saw a few fires in places that deviated from the official road, and after ordering Baiaki to find a place to rest on his own. Li Chenglong found a place to change into the velvet clothes that he was reluctant to wear, pinned the knife to his waist, and led the horse to the nearest firelight.

The handsome face, dusty face, and brand-new aristocratic costumes made the villagers easily accept the identity of the lost traveler fabricated by Li Chenglong.

The burly figure and the sharp iron knife at the waist make the villagers extinguish the idea of killing and robbing money.

Toyog Sotos's blessing, Li Chenglong, who was fluent in various languages, successfully communicated with the village chief in Celtic after trying the Germanic lingua franca to no avail, and obtained the right to stay overnight in the village.

The Saxon-style dagger and accurate Germanic lingua franca convinced the village chief, who had fought against Vikings in his youth, that Lee Seung-ryong was a Viking nobleman.

This made the village chief ignore Li Chenglong's flawed identity lies, allowed Li Chenglong to stay overnight, and arranged a single room for him.

Because exposing the lie might anger the Viking nobleman, who exudes danger all over his body, he may bring people back to slaughter the village. Killing him would have killed a lot of good guys in a village lacking iron tools, and even if he succeeded, there was no guarantee that he would not invite revenge from the Vikings.

After settling Li Chenglong, the village chief told the families overnight to hide all valuable things and not to eat too good things until the guests left. "Hopefully he'll see if he's going to let it go without oil and water. The village chief thought as he sat in the middle of the hall, holding a rusty Celtic sword.

After Li Chenglong sent the village chief away, he closed the doors and windows, sealed the doors and windows with alchemy, strengthened the walls and the roof of the shed, and buried it in the ground after freezing all the snakes, insects, rats and ants.

I leveled the ground and made a kang, unloaded the things on the horses and put them aside, wrapped them in felt, lay on the kang on the thatched ground, and fell asleep with the sailor's suit on my pillow.

Listening to the sound of the master's even breathing, the hard-working white horse also found a comfortable place to fall asleep.

The next day, after getting up, Li Chenglong simply restored the house to its original state and began to circle around the village.

This kind of action stimulated the old village chief, who had not dared to sleep all night with his weapon in hand. Before he put down his sword, he hurriedly found Li Chenglong's old village chief, and while accumulating his strength, he walked towards Li Chenglong, who had his back to him, and asked, "Distinguished guest, what are you looking for?" ”

Li Chenglong, who heard the voice of the old village chief, replied while turning around: "I want to find a basin to wash my face, and if possible, I want to borrow a clean linen cloth to wipe my ......" Speaking of this, Li Chenglong, who had already turned around, was stunned by the old village chief who was dragging a rusty iron sword in his right hand and had panda eyes on his head.

Looking at Li Chenglong's stunned expression, the old village chief, who knew that he was thinking too much, was relieved, and with a bang, the Celtic long sword fell out of the old village chief's stiff hand, and was blocked by a relatively large stone on the ground and fell to the ground.

Although I didn't understand why the old village chief seemed to have not aged a lot overnight, he still finished his words, "If it's convenient, I want to borrow a clean linen cloth to wipe it." ”

The old village chief, who was afraid of causing more trouble, walked into the village hall with Li Chenglong, pointed to a room of things that the old village chief had forgotten to put away, and said, "Take whatever you want." ”

It's just a washbasin, don't be so tragic. With this doubt, Li Chenglong turned around and walked out of the hall with a copper basin and a piece of linen, and went to the manger to get water.

When he met his own horse who was drinking water, Li Chenglong washed his face and frolicked with the horse, and when he went to the village hall to return the pot with the basin, the horse already had a name, and it was called Ao Lie.

Seeing that Li Chenglong really just borrowed a basin and didn't even glance at the gold and silver utensils in the room, the village chief began to believe that Li Chenglong was not a Viking.

Li Chenglong, who felt unpopular, resigned to the village chief after putting the copper basin back in its place.

Holding Ao Lie, who was carrying his luggage again, Li Chenglong left the small village whose name he didn't even know, and walked to the nearest town according to the instructions given by the village chief. After returning to the official road, Li Chenglong called back Baiaki to patrol around him.

After a day of traveling with alchemy practice, on the second night, Li Chenglong managed to find a village willing to let him stay overnight.

Unlike the previous village, which was dominated by farmers, the people here were almost all hunters and herders, and Li Chenglong spoke fluent Celtic from the beginning.

The villagers not only did not reject Li Chenglong, but also held a bonfire banquet to entertain Li Chenglong because it was rare for a nobleman to visit this small tribe.

This friendly place is called Bandon.