Although the green-headed centipede was driven away, Wan Qingping did not have any joy on his face, he leaned on the trunk of the tree panting, touched his head and frowned: the air and the dense forest are not safe, how should this be good?

After resting here for a day, Wan Qingping, who weighed it repeatedly, released the shuttle, and he decided to continue to fly the imperial weapon, he considered that since there are dangers in the air and the dense forest, it is better to move forward with the imperial weapon, at least the flight degree of the imperial weapon is much faster than jumping with light body techniques in the forest, and the environment is much better.

However, a few days later, Wan Qingping had to give up this idea again, and once again changed to jumping with light body techniques.

The unlucky Wan Qingping encountered a group of black mosquitoes with tusks this time, each of these black mosquitoes is two inches long, such a large mosquito Wan Qingping has never even heard of it before, and it is also a mosquito with tusks, although each one only has the level of a second-level demon beast, and it is still the early stage of the second-level, but the helpless number of these mosquitoes is amazing, I am afraid that there are tens of thousands of gathered into a group of hundreds and ten zhang in size, buzzing across the sky, preying on a living thing that can appear.

After Wan Qingping saw a third-level bird demon beast being seen by this group of mosquitoes, these little things immediately swarmed up, and in just a dozen breaths, this demon bird with a high cultivation level was sucked into jerky.

There is a cushion, don't run at this time, when to wait, Wan Qingping immediately ran away, fortunately this time the luck is not bad, maybe the group of mosquitoes are full, Wan Qingping is in danger in the end.

What kind of bullshit is this? Get rid of these weird-looking, powerful, and ferocious things! This is absolutely impossible to describe the beautiful and rich Han Empire in the classics, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a poor mountain and bad water, Wan Qingping thought secretly as he hurried away.

More than 40 days later, Wan Qingping stood on the branch of a tall tree, looking at a few green terraced fields in the distance and a small village surrounded by terraced fields.

At this time, his clothes were ragged, his hair was scattered, and there was a strong stench all over his body, and the bare skin in his clothes that was about to cover his body was covered with red scratches and spots, which were caused by branches and vines, and some of the spots were bitten by mosquitoes, and some were scratched by some hairy plants.

Man is always a social species, even monks. Wan Qingping, who hadn't seen anyone for nearly two months, wanted to walk into the village immediately, talk to people, and ask where he was by the way, but after thinking about it for a while, he stubbornly stopped this thought: Life is not familiar, it is better to be cautious!

So for the next three or two days, Wan Qingping relied on the dense forest to cover himself, carefully observing the stockade, until he was convinced that there was no trace of monks here, only mortals living a rural life here at sunrise and sunrise, then he ran the first layer of the hidden field spell secret technique that he had refined, and the monk's breath was completely restricted, and the storage bag was buried under the tree, and then he walked towards the village.

The village covers an area of about 40 acres, and there are about ** built in it. Ten houses, the style of the houses is completely different from that inhabited by the mortals of Wandaohai, each of them resembling stilted buildings, most of which are made of wood, occasionally with one or two stones, and there is no foundation underneath, but some thick two-foot-high stumps that support the whole building, and each house is surrounded by one or two fruity shrubs, which is very interesting, and the whole village is surrounded by a wall of blackened logs.

When Wan Qingping, who was in tatters, was about to walk to the gate of the village along the path between the terraces, seven or eight children who were playing with mud balls appeared in the open space in front of the gate, and suddenly there was a lot of commotion, and the little faces were filled with the kind of fear and curiosity caused by seeing strangers, and then they dispersed in a hurry, and ran into the village with their little legs, and at the same time shouted words that Wan Qingping could not understand.

This is not the Han Empire!!When Wan Qingping heard the words of these children, he was very sure in his heart.

The book I read at the beginning mentioned that the language of the Han Empire was almost the same as the language of Wandaohai, and now Wan Qingping heard this language at all, so he stood at the door of the stockade and looked stupid on the surface, but secretly he quickly calculated.

After a while, an old man came out of the village, who looked to be sixty or seventy years old, with a long beard, a crutch, and several silver ornaments hanging on his clothes of different styles.

The old man seemed to be very wise, his eyes were shining with the light of seeing through the world, and he came to Wan Qingping unhurriedly, first looked at Wan Qingping, and then opened his mouth and said something that Wan Qingping couldn't understand.

After the old man finished speaking, Wan Qingping hurriedly followed the idea he had just thought of, and his mouth burst out: "Aba, Aba, Abba ......", which was the voice often made by a little mute in Wan Qingping's hometown when he was a child, and he did not hesitate to use it by a stranger at this time.

Seeing this scene, the old man with a crutch couldn't help frowning, and his eyes when he looked at Wan Qingping also showed a trace of pity, and then he stretched out his thin fingers, pointed at Wan Qingping's clothes and mouth, and then pulled Wan Qingping's clothes and walked towards the village.

Wan Qingping generally understood the meaning of the old man when he looked at the gesture, so he hurriedly arched his hand towards him, and followed the old man into the village, and at the same time made a grateful expression on his face.

The old man waved his hand indifferently, and finally took Wan Qingping to a low building in the north of the center of the village, and then gestured to Wan Qingping to wait outside the house, and then the old man walked into the house alone.

When Wan Qingping entered the village, the original group of children who were scattered quickly gathered together, but they did not get close, but they watched not far away, and pointed at Wan Qingping, the strange man, from time to time with his hand, as if he was very interested in his beggar clothes, Wan Qingping couldn't help but be childlike when he saw this, and quickly turned around and made a grimace at them, which caused the group of children to laugh.

At this time, the old man came out of the house, holding a piece of clothing and a bamboo tube in his hand, and handed these two things to Wan Qingping.

The clothes are different from the robes that Wan Qingping wore before, they are very characteristic here, they are black and white clothes, and there is a circle of silver decorative patterns on the cuffs, which looks very good.

The clothes must be for Wan Qingping to wear, but what is the use of the bamboo tube, Wan Qingping doesn't know. It wasn't until the old man gestured with his mouth and made a gesture of chopping rice that he understood, and when he fiddled with it slightly, he saw that the bamboo tube was broken into two pieces, and there was a full tube of rice inside, and the rice was also different from Wandaohai, these rice were slightly yellow, and they were very viscous.

Just hungry, Wan Qingping couldn't help but taste it, the rice in the entrance was very glutinous, and there was a faint fragrance of bamboo, it was very delicious. So Wan Qingping couldn't help but have a big appetite, and in just a moment, he ate a tube of rice in three strokes and five divided by two, and there were still a few rice grains stuck to his lips, which once again caused the onlookers to giggle.

Seeing that Wan Qingping had eaten the rice, the old man smiled and looked very happy, and then led him to a corner of the village, where there was a well, the water did not seem to be very deep, and at this time a woman only hooked the wooden bucket with a bamboo pole tied with a hook to carry water.

Five or six feet away from the well, there is also a shed made of bamboo, which is surrounded by bamboo mats, and a small ditch extends out, and the water channel leads to a dog hole in the wall of the guò village, which is connected to the outside, and I don't know what it is used for.

The woman finished lifting the water and squatted at the old man, as if she was doing some kind of etiquette, the old man nodded, and the woman went away with the bucket, but when she left, she also glanced at Wan Qingping, not surprisingly, anyone who saw his appearance couldn't help but be curious.

The old man pointed to Wan Qingping, then to the well and the bamboo pole, and said something in his mouth. Wan Qingping immediately understood what he meant, and then carried a bucket of water just like the woman.

Then the old man beckoned and motioned for Wan Qingping to follow, Wan Qingping immediately carried the bucket and followed the old man into the bamboo shed.

The inside of the bamboo shed is a bluestone paved floor, the ground is wet with water stains, and there are some wooden hooks on the surrounding walls, and a huge porcelain jar is placed in the corner.

Wan Qingping immediately knew what it was for, and without the old man's signal, he directly poured the bucket of water into the water tank, and then walked out of the bamboo shed to continue to carry water.

When the water was half full, Wan Qingping took off his tattered clothes, scooped water with a gourd and washed himself, at this time the old man had already gone out, and hung the clothes prepared for him on a wooden hook.

Wan Qingping squinted, while washing his body, he secretly sighed in his heart, as if he was enjoying a lot. But he didn't dare to speak out at this time, and now he pretended to be a dumb person, and if he did, wouldn't it be revealing.

In this unfamiliar place, you can't bring anything that is easy to expose your identity, and you can't do any actions that expose your identity, and you need to be careful, even if you are only facing a group of mortals.

While washing, Wan Qingping pondered, he didn't expect that this place was not the legendary Han Empire, but a strange place that he had never heard of, and the language barrier was a troublesome thing, if he wanted to figure out what kind of place this was, and whether he could find a pill to solve the strange green mangs on his body, the first thing to do was to learn the language here, otherwise everything else would be in the air.

Well, in that case, let's settle down here, as this is a place where mortals gather, there is no danger, and it is also suitable for learning the local language.

But how can he stay, although the old man seems to be very kind, giving himself food and clothing, but Wan Qingping, who has read countless people, still senses in him that he inadvertently reveals his vigilance and vigilance against a stranger like him!

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