The map in the Blood Demon Sect's treasury depicts the mountains and rivers of the entire world in detail.

This vast world is divided into five continents: the West Continent, the Cloud Continent, the Central Continent, the Wasteland and the Ice Continent.

The five continents are separated by the vast blue sea, which is endlessly far apart.

The Western Continent is divided into four major domains, the Southern Domain, the Northern Domain, the Fire Domain, and the Demon Domain. And the place where the Fire Cloud Country is located is the Southern Region of Xizhou.

The entire Southern Regions is composed of five kingdoms, namely the Fire Cloud Kingdom, the Purple Bamboo Kingdom, the Canglong Kingdom, the Xuanling Kingdom, and the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdoms.

The Fire Cloud Country is just on the northwest border of the Southern Regions, close to the Western Regions, and the Xiluo Kingdom is just on the west side of the Fire Cloud Country!

The country of Xiluo no longer belongs to the category of the Southern Regions, but to the vast Western Regions!

After a life-and-death crisis, he went straight across the domain!

Qin Han was extremely shocked in his heart, the Xiluo Kingdom and the Huoyun Kingdom, although the two kingdoms were adjacent to each other, their respective land areas were extremely vast. According to the markers of the Changsheng River on the map, Qin Han made a bold estimate and found that it was almost two or three hundred thousand miles away from the North Sword Gate!

For him now, Beijianmen is the end of the world that cannot be hoped for and cannot reach!

200,000 miles of road, in terms of his cultivation of the forging realm, to survive is to travel two hundred miles a day, if he wants to cross such a long distance and return to the Northern Sword Gate, even if he travels day and night, it will take at least more than three years and nearly four years!

This is only a straight-line distance, and if you really want to catch up with the road, the distance may be more than two to three times the estimated distance. Moreover, he could not travel day and night without stopping.

After such calculations, Qin Han's heart sank to the bottom.

Bai Ling'er was still waiting for him in the North Sword Gate, and he had to bring back the Ice and Snow God Coffin.

At the beginning, the three golden-robed stewards of the boxing gym told him not to worry, and he could use spirit stones and Xuanbing to protect the body of the owner of the Xin Pavilion for twenty or thirty years.

Twenty or thirty years sounds like a long time, but the crux of the matter is that he didn't get the Ice and Snow God Coffin, but inexplicably arrived on the bank of the Immortal River, and it would take seven or eight years and ten years to go back, and besides, he didn't have the Ice and Snow God Coffin when he went back.

In addition to the two concerns of the pavilion owners Xin Zhengming and Bai Ling'er, Qin Han also remembered the Qin Yu who was forced away by him.

If he doesn't go back for more than ten years, if Qin Yu returns to Beijianmen, can he still find him? Apparently not, I'm afraid all I will get is the news of his death.

How sad must that girl be if she knew he was dead?

Thinking of these things, Qin Han suddenly felt that his heart was like a knife, and his chest was uncomfortable.

But when he sank his consciousness into his mind and saw the interface of the system, his originally frowning brow suddenly relaxed.

It seems that everything is already too late.

At the beginning, he borrowed the Shenyuan Bead given by the system in the North Sword Gate, and cultivated to rush to the peak of the King Realm, although he defeated the enemy with this, and helped the North Sword Gate destroy the Blood Demon Sect, but his lifespan was also completely burned out, and the system only left him a month of life.

A month, that is, thirty days.

He spent five days in the Northern Sword Gate, another two days in the Northern Plains, and thirty was gone, leaving only twenty-three days.

However, there is a countdown on the system interface, and the number displayed on it is not twenty-three, but thirteen.

After a slight groan, it suddenly dawned in his heart that the ten days that had disappeared should be the time he had spent here from the core of the Northern Plains.

He didn't know how long he had been rafting on the Changsheng River halfway.

……

The old man sitting on the wooden chair didn't know what Qin Han was thinking, facing Qin Han's apologetic words and his face that kept changing after he finished speaking, the old man just smiled, feeling that the young man in front of him probably had just woken up and remembered what happened before he fell into the river.

The unfortunate thing and the fact that he has been floating in the river for so long, it is normal for his thoughts to be chaotic and his behavior is a little weird, the old man no longer cares about these details, but slowly gets up, stepped forward and pats Qin Han's shoulder kindly, and comforts:

"Xiaoyou, you just woke up, don't think too much, taking care of your body is the most important thing. In our small fishing village, there are no outsiders on weekdays, so you stay here for a while, and the rest will be done when your body is completely recovered. ”

The old man finished speaking with a smile on his face, and then began to clean up the porcelain bowl in front of Qin Han, and before closing the bowl, he asked uncertainly:

"Xiaoyou, are you really full? If you don't have enough to drink, I'll give you a bowl. ”

Qin Han was grateful, so he got up and bowed slightly, "Thank you for the old fish soup." ”

Then he touched his stomach, "After drinking three bowls, I can't drink anymore." ”

"Derre!" The old man smiled and nodded, then put away the pots and pans, ready to bring them into the house. But halfway through, as if remembering something, the old man stopped and turned back and said:

"Xiaoyou, don't be an old man in the future, just call me Liu Lao. By the way, I haven't had time to ask, what's your name, Xiaoyou? ”

"Back to Elder Liu, junior Qin Han, just call me by my name." Qin Han said respectfully.

Looking at Qin Han, who was well-behaved, the old man had a kind face and said gently:

"Xiao Han, just treat this place as your own home in the future, if you are so polite again, it will be difficult to drink the old boiled fish soup next time!"

"Okay." Qin Han responded softly.

The old man nodded, "Then you take a walk and look at the scenery, you have to wash the pots and dishes." ”

"You're busy!"

Qin Han bowed deeply to the old man, and after seeing the old man enter the house, Qin Han wandered around the courtyard.

The courtyard was not big, Qin Handong looked west, and after a while, he pushed away the firewood and walked out of the courtyard.

The courtyard is surrounded by green trees, the morning sun shines obliquely on the trunk of the tree, as if the trunk is covered with a layer of pale yellow soft armor, standing at the far gate and looking into the distance, between the green trees there are small courtyards of houses, and from time to time there are dogs barking, the whole village is empty and quiet.

Wandering all the way, unconsciously, Qin Han came to a clearing, and he was surprised to find that there were many martial arts training facilities on the clearing, including stone mills and copper tripods; There are long sticks, short sticks, whistle sticks, and three-section sticks; There are long knives, large knives, short knives and simple knives; There were long, short, heavy and double-headed guns; There are long, short, heavy and soft swords, as well as rows and rows of wooden swords.

In addition to this, there are rows of wooden stakes arranged according to a specific pattern, which are used for standing and walking piles.

Here, it is like a small martial arts training ground. On the martial arts training ground, there are more than 20 teenagers standing on their feet, striding horses.

In front of these teenagers, a middle-aged man had a stern voice, holding a rattan in his hand, and from time to time he was pumping on the ground, constantly spurring the teenager who was almost unable to hold on.

At a casual glance, Qin Han was quite surprised. The bronze tripod held by those teenagers weighed two or three hundred pounds at the lightest.

One by one, the teenager's legs trembled, his forehead was sweating, and his whole body was steaming! Wisps of spiritual power silently entered the bodies of this group of teenagers from heaven and earth, strengthening their physique!

The teenagers were facing Qin Han, and the middle-aged man who was responsible for teaching the teenagers to practice had his back to Qin Han.

The grinning teenagers soon found Qin Han standing in the shade of the tree.

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