Nodo's existence is like a resounding slap in the face, facing the vileness of the city.

Li Wei's Codex

Ma Qing and Xiao Jiu glanced at each other, and a thought rose in their hearts: Nodo?

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. Life in this world is always much more bitter and less happy. No matter how comfortable life is within the city walls, many people have died, and the environment outside the city is so dangerous that there are many people who are willing to struggle to survive here. And those who survive outside the city are often called nodo. The composition of the nodo is simpler than that in the city: most of them practice, but what they have learned is complicated, and they often have their own inheritance, which has nothing to do with the orthodox Zoroastrianism, and even has some contradictions, so even if they have the ability to enter the city, they are more willing to wander and drive themselves into the barren mountains and mountains. When Mocheng slaughtered the demons, he fought because Nodo was unwilling to naturalize. There are not a few who die in Nodo's red clothes, so when he bumps into Nodo in this old forest, Ma Qing can't figure out whether the other party is friend or foe.

Xiao Jiu thought much simpler.

This kid is so handsome.

Men look at their breasts when they are superficial, and women look at their faces when they are superficial. has a handsome face, and you can enter a woman's heart by brushing your face, at this juncture, Xiao Jiu is very superficial.

Ma Qing was uncertain, Xiao Jiu was stunned, and the strange man was like a stone.

But the strange man sent his left hand forward and handed out a watery apple, and Ma Qing and Xiao Jiu's eyes lit up at the same time. It seems that the most superficial time for men and women is when they are hungry.

The weird man babbles and wants to speak, but he is very slow to pronounce words, and he can't pronounce many words, and a sentence can be broken into more than a dozen pieces. However, for the sake of Apple's face, Ma Qing endured it, but he could only hear a few words: Slow fruit has gone.

Then he beckoned in front of him, and Ma Qing and Xiao Jiu actually followed.

I said it's not that easy to fool kids with candy.

However, the strange man did not have any ill intentions, but settled them in a hut in a small canyon. The thatched hut is simple, but it is very warm, with all kinds of furniture and beds, and the quilt is embroidered with delicate patterns. If I have to say the difference, it is only that there is no stove and kitchen utensils in the house, and there is only a small square table with melons and fruits as a thing to satisfy hunger. There are several neighbors in front of the house and behind the house, all of whom are the same strange beauty and rigidity, and as enthusiastic as weirdos, who take turns to greet them. A dozen people crowded the small hut at once, and all of them wanted to say a few words, but they couldn't straighten their tongues, and could only babble words.

Ma Qing eats people and has a soft mouth, and he is also patient to talk to them.

These people seemed to be out of the day, and after a while they all yawned and hurried away, leaving a stack full of fruit on the square table. Even the weirdos before that had to leave, giving up the small hut to Xiao Jiu Maqing. They didn't want to go, so they left him behind. The strange man was forced to talk to the two of them, obviously so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids, but he still sat in the chair and refused to rest, answering the guests' questions without a word. Although the strange man's facial muscles were as cold as death, he answered questions with great sincerity and care. It is often said that "the words are shallow, and the gentleman prescribes", but they are not, if it is not for the bad words, they can dig out the things buried in the graves of their ancestors and tell you.

After some exchanges, Ma Qing and Xiao Jiu learned that these families all have Guiqiu as their surnames and have no names. Probably because they were isolated from the world, there was no point in choosing a name among a dozen people. And the owner of this house is ranked eleven, theoretically speaking, if he has to have a name, he will be called Turtle Hill Eleven. Their ancestors claimed to have come from the "Southern Wilderness" and lived in various parts of the Central Plains. This one of them has been in the Milk Tiger Forest for hundreds of years. What kind of place is the Southern Wilderness, they can't say very clearly, they only remember that some ancient songs record that during the migration of a hundred years, they had to cross extremely high mountains and flow extremely deep water. Ma Qing was embarrassed to ask about the self-defense skills of these families, but when he heard that Eleven was so frank and straightforward, he took the liberty of asking. Eleven didn't mind at all, explaining that they would "avoid water", as long as they prepared enough melons and fruits, it would be no problem to sink in the water and hide them for more than ten days.

In the end, Guiqiu Eleven couldn't resist the sleepiness, and fell asleep while sitting. Ma Qing and Xiao Jiu were sleepy after running all night, but they squinted for a while and woke up again. Eleven was such a good person that neither of them wanted to disturb his dreams, so they softly pushed the door out of the house. Only to find that this small canyon leans against the mountains and lakes, the grass is delicious, the scenery is really good, but it is a pity that the sunshine is not abundant, and the smoke is foggy all day long, and it is groggy, but it seems that this is in line with the site selection criteria of the place of retreat.

The two walked to the small lake, looked at the black swimming fish in the lake, and chatted about idle days.

Xiao Jiu asked Ma Qing: You see that the Guiqiu family is so kind, why is it not tolerated by Qingjiang?

Ma Qing returned: Before Qingjiang was founded, they had already settled here. They have their own set of lives, probably can't stand Qingjiang's rules, not necessarily Qingjiang doesn't allow them.

Xiao Jiu said: More than a dozen people, they don't even have the energy to speak. Where to have fun in town!

Ma Qing said: Everyone has their own ambitions.

Out of respect and gratitude, Ma Qing was reluctant to delve into the ** of the Guiqiu clan, so he hastily pinched this conversation. The two of them walked around, except for a few mulberry trees and apple trees by the lake, it could be seen that someone had deliberately planted them, and the rest were wild and wild, and there were no rules. In other words, there are rules: tall pines and fir trees support the upper layers of the forest, while shrubs fill the remaining space left by the trunks. Lichens and herbs are covered with bare soil, and the system is loose in shape but structurally seamless. The longer Ma Qing looked at it and the more he thought about it, the more he felt the subtlety of the laws of nature. If your marksmanship can reach this kind of back-to-basics realm, I don't know how long it will take.

Xiao Jiu walked around, but what he found was something more practical: two potatoes and a large sweet potato. Xiao Jiu proposed to roast and eat, and Ma Qing had nothing to do.

Speaking of which, one of the great advantages of a practitioner when surviving in the wilderness is that "fire" can be summoned at any moment's notice – at least for Zoroastrian disciples. There are a lot of dry fallen leaves in autumn, and when they are a little closer, they are piled up, Ma Qing lightly clicked a little with his index finger, and the flames jumped up more than half a person high. Then Ma Qing threw these three into it, lit the fire seriously, and waited until the sweet potatoes were roasted and charred and blackened, peeled and ready to eat.

I used to eat this way when I was a child, but it was always roasted with bamboo leaves, so I don't know if it will taste different.

Fragrant!

Isn't this fire a little bigger? Mmmm, but don't attract the "eyes" of the White Horse Demon.

Big!

Ma Qing still lowered his head, concentrating on handling the sweet potatoes, and complained: Xiao Jiu, why are you talking weirdly?

Suddenly, I heard a greeting from afar: Father-in-law, I have dug up a lot of sweet potatoes here. Ma Qing glanced at it and found that Xiao Jiu was squatting in the distance and digging the soil. He lowered his head again and fiddled with the sweet potato. But when he thought about it, he said, "Who was talking to me just now?" Bounced up from the spot with a swish, and turned over and pulled out the bright silver gun on his back - although it was called a robbery, the head of the gun had already been unloaded and given to Xiao Jiu.

Approaching so silently, it is inevitable that Ma Qing will be on guard. If you look closely, there is a clansman from the Turtle Hill clan standing opposite, but it is not eleven. He was drenched, his long hair was mixed with green algae, apparently fresh out of the water, but he was not as expressionless as his previous people, but stared straight at the fire.

It was as if his eyes were not a fire, but a delicacies in the world