At the foot of Xiaoyan Mountain, there is a patchwork called Xiaoyan Village.

To go up the mountain, you will inevitably have to pass through this place unless you take a detour.

In the past, this was an obscure place, and there were no outsiders on weekdays, and hundreds of families lived and worked here in peace and contentment.

After seven years of sword training in the mountains, Ye Wuwu often couldn't bear the loneliness and ran down the mountain to play.

It's a pity that there are really no entertainment facilities in the village, at most he took out a few copper plates to buy the sugar gourd of Wang Er Mazi's family at the entrance of the village to eat, which made Ye Wuwu very disappointed.

But now, it's a little different.

When Ye Wuwu and his party walked into the village, their eyes were already wide-eyed.

In the past, it was originally a sparsely populated and peaceful village, but now it is not crowded with people, but it is much more prosperous than in the past.

There is even a tavern on the side of the road, as well as a few simple inns.

On the street that is not spacious, there are already people moving around at this moment, most of them are people from the rivers and lakes, both men and women.

Moreover, most of them are young people, and most of them reveal a self-confidence that belongs to young people, and there are very few old people.

At least as far as Ye Wuwu sees at present, there are no people who have exceeded the first-grade realm here, among these young Jianghu people, the most, they are only the third-grade realm, and even the second-grade are just some middle-aged or old people, thinking that they are the elders of some sects?

But no matter what, Ye Wuwu was dumbfounded.

What the hell, it's only five months to be full? Even if he hasn't seen him for half a year, Xiaoyan Village has undergone such earth-shaking changes?

Just as Ye Wuwu looked confused, a surprised voice came from behind him.

Ye Wuwu looked back, his eyes were stunned for a moment, and then a kind smile appeared.

"Hello Aunt Shen, why are you here? Are you still busy with farm work at home? ”

The person called Aunt Shen was a middle-aged woman, and when Ye Wuwu went down the mountain in the past, she also got along well with the people in this village.

There was no doctor in the village, and Dugu Xuan taught Ye Wuwu some simple medical skills, in the past, when someone in the village was sick, Ye Wuwu would go down the mountain to help treat him.

Aunt Shen heard Ye Wuwu's words at this moment, and said with a smile on her face.

"Thanks to your blessings, in the past few months, more and more people have come to visit Xiaoyan Mountain, and most of them are young Jianghu guests, who are very generous, and their families have long stopped doing farm work, and opened a tavern, and a month's income is worth a year's income."

For some reason, the look in Ye Wuwu's eyes was stiff for a moment, but the next second it was back to normal.

Fang didn't notice it just now, but now that Ye Wuwu looked carefully, he found that this Aunt Shen, who had always had a rustic face, actually had internal force circulating in her body.

A martial artist in the realm of three grades.

Aunt Shen didn't know what Ye Wuwu was thinking at the moment, but warmly beckoned the other party to come and sit in her tavern.

Ye Wuwu nodded, said to the people behind him, and led them to go with Aunt Shen.

He also happened to want to inquire about the recent changes.

Also, why is Aunt Shen a third-grade martial artist?

A three-rank martial artist cannot be cultivated overnight, so it is impossible for Aunt Shen to have any adventures, and at her age, according to the development of the story, there should be no adventures.

Ye Wuwu's eyes flickered slightly, but there was one thing in his mind.

That is Aunt Shen, she was originally a third-grade martial artist, long before she went down the mountain.

However, at that time, he was able to reach the realm of the fourth grade, and he had never obtained the skill of seeing and seeing, so he naturally couldn't see through the other party's realm.

Everyone sat down in the tavern, and they were greeted by a middle-aged fat man, who looked surprised when he saw Ye Wuwu at this moment, and hurriedly beckoned.

"Xiao Yezi, come on, come and sit here, I haven't seen you for so long, I have to have two drinks with your Uncle Zhang."

Ye Wuwu's eyes flashed, this man called Uncle Zhang was Aunt Shen's husband, and in the past, he only regarded the other party as an ordinary farmer, but now it seems that it is a little different.

There are signs of internal force circulation in the other party's body, but the muscles and veins are blocked, it seems that it has been many years, and now in the martial arts line, he is just a waste.

But Ye Wuwu's expression did not show it, and then he just smiled bitterly.

"Uncle, don't make fun of me, hurry up and tell me what happened recently, I just came back from going out, and now I'm confused."

Uncle Zhang smiled, and then smiled.

"It's not Ye boy, you, this Taibai Sect can be regarded as a fire, have those knights on the street seen it? Basically, they are the younger generation of disciples of various sects, you have built such a huge mountain gate to come out, most of them are here to watch, listen to my guests in this tavern, your Taibai Sect has become a holy place for travel in the rivers and lakes of Xishu. ”

But then, Uncle Zhang suddenly leaned over and whispered in Ye Wuwu's ear.

"Xiao Yezi, tell me, how did you build this palace-like mountain gate? Why didn't I hear any sound? ”

Ye Wuwu said helplessly.

"I said it was a godsend, do you believe it?"

Ye Wuwu didn't lie, isn't what the system gives it similar to God's gift?

Uncle Zhang scoffed and shook his head.

"Xiao Yezi, you are not honest, I am so old and you still fool me."

Ye Wuwu was silent for a moment and said.

"Okay, in fact, this is all done by my master, he has some savings, all this is done quietly, in the past, you only walked to the foot of the mountain and never went up the mountain, so naturally you don't know."

Uncle Zhang smiled and nodded, obviously agreeing with Ye Wuwu's statement.

Ye Wuwu rolled his eyes, come on, no one believes the truth.

Outside the tavern walked into an old figure at this moment, a little unkempt and blind.

This person Ye Wuwu also knows, it is Liu Blind at the end of the village, his personality is a little strange on weekdays, Ye Wuwu sometimes goes down the mountain to play in the village, the other party does not give him a good face.

At that time, Ye Wuwu was quite disgusted with this guy, when he was hanging out, he was close to his house, and he was stoned by the other party.

But now that Ye Wuwu looked at it again, a trace of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

Not because of anything else, just because this blind Liu turned out to be a martial artist in the realm of blowing snow.

At this moment, the other party walked straight to Uncle Zhang, slapped the table, and said loudly.

"The surname is Zhang, bring the wine, don't give me bad wine, Lao Tzu wants to drink good wine."

After speaking, with a wave of his big hand, four copper plates were arranged on the table.

Uncle Zhang's expression was obviously displeased at the moment, and he scolded.

"You drink a hair, just this little money, you only deserve to drink stuffed wine."

After speaking, after filling the jug handed by the other party with wine, he threw it directly to the other party, and did not speak to the other party again.

Liu Blind didn't care at all, but shook the wine jug in his hand, and after confirming that there was no shortage of catties or two, he walked out of the tavern alone.

Ye Wuwu thought about it, took a deep breath, and said to everyone that he had something to deal with, so he got up and chased out.

In his eyes, there was a trace of light condensed, but it was clear that he had taken it to the extreme at the moment.

He had a conjecture that needed to be confirmed.