This is not just based on the rise and fall of the two worlds, the backlash of the Heavenly Dao is used as a punishment. The most critical move is not careful, and the whole game is lost. If the cultivated cultivator really reaches the point where he can threaten the manipulators behind the scenes, the painstaking effort will become the root cause of the final death.

There are indeed a lot of cultivators in the whole world, and there will definitely be no shortage of madmen. may be crazy so ingenious, betting on the bright future of others with his own life, Zhuge Chen really doesn't believe it when he thinks about it.

In the end, I just felt that I was a little more amorous, so I turned over and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Zhuge Chen watched the Zhao family's father and son go hunting in the mountains, so he came to Zhao Chanjuan, who was sitting in the small courtyard weaving straw sandals, and began to ask about the history of Duming Village, hoping to find what the Tianqi Sect was looking for.

It's a pity that Zhao Chanjuan didn't mean to deal with Zhuge Chen, and she only knew a rough idea of the history of the village, so she just said a few words and sent Zhuge Chen away.

The idle white clothes were idle, so they inquired along the road and went to the village chief's house.

Standing in front of the village chief's house, Zhuge Chen knocked on the door. After waiting too long, an energetic old man opened the door and asked suspiciously, "Who are you? Why haven't you seen you in the village before?"

Today's Duming Village is in an extraordinary period, even if the village is simple and simple, it is impossible to let go of the eyes of today's bones. What's more, when it comes to unfamiliar faces, people are always more wary than assured.

Zhuge Chen just smiled and said: "I am the dying person that the Zhao family picked up a few days ago, so I just wanted to go around casually, and I didn't want to knock on the door of the village chief's room." If you don't mind, can I go in?"

The village chief knows something about this person. There's no way, the news that the village is crazy now is not that some rogue has entered the village again, but that the Zhao family has lived in an extremely handsome son. It is said that there is no marriage yet, which makes the girls to be married in the village unite as one, and Zhao Chanjuan must not be allowed to take the lead.

Of course, there are also those who remain skeptical, and they all feel that the description of the appearance of the white clothes is just boasting, and if there is such a son, he can't come to a poor country like Duming Village.

But after Zhuge Chen walked out of the Zhao family, one stone stirred up a thousand waves. The women in the village can't care about the so-called women's reserve, and they want to be the wife of the man in white. Even if it doesn't work out, it's excellent to take a step back and be his concubine. Now such a scene is very similar to the countless young men in the village who fell under Zhao Chanjuan's pomegranate skirt. But after all, Zhuge Chen is not from Duming Village, and if he wants to propose marriage, he can only take the road of the village chief. So the one who has really been annoyed in the past two days is also the village chief.

I don't want to think about it, I just want to see what the origin of this person called Zhuge Chen is, and now I can see that he is indeed worthy of the words Fengshen and handsome. It's just a pity, it's still a little worse than when I was back then.

Zhuge Chen noticed the village chief's strange eyes, and asked softly, "It seems that the village chief is also a little interested in me, an outsider, why don't we go in and talk?"

The village chief, who came back to his senses, let Zhuge Chen into the door, and then the two sat on a small stone table and did not speak to each other. It was the village chief who took the lead in breaking the embarrassment, got up and said, "I'm old, and my memory is just not very good." When the guests came, they didn't know how to pour tea. You wait here patiently for a while, it won't take too long. ”

Zhuge Chen followed closely and said: "The village chief doesn't have to be busy with me, the main purpose of my coming here is to learn about the history of Duming Village. I don't know if it's inconvenient for the village chief, can you tell me a thing or two?"

The history of a power has always been in the hearts of a few of them. And most of them are secretive about it, because the growth of each force has more or less used iron-blooded hands to suppress it. Such a disgraceful thing is naturally gradually forgotten. But instead of concealing it, the village chief patted Zhuge Chen's shoulder generously, looking at it as a preparation and explanation. Especially the strange smile on his face made Zhuge Chen more and more doubt the credibility of the history that came out of the village chief's mouth.

Fortunately, the village chief explained: "In fact, no one has listened to me talk about these Chen Guzi rotten pockmarks for many years, and if they want to tell others, they don't like to listen to it, and in the end they can only rot in their stomachs." When I finally got the opportunity, I was naturally very happy. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to tell these things well after I've said them countless times, but it's a little complicated. After you listen to it, you can figure it out for yourself, and it's the history of Duming Village. ”

Zhuge Chen nodded, he was still quite confident in his unforgettable memory. It wasn't until the village chief stuffed Zhuge Chen's "five thousand years up and down" in Duming Village that he could only nod stiffly, and finally walked straight out of the village chief's house.

That night, Zhuge Chen didn't even eat. I only heard Zhao Chanjuan shouting for him to eat, and Zhuge Chen, who had no master of the six gods, replied that I didn't eat, so he plunged into the house and began to ponder the mystery behind the history of Duming Village.

Duming Village was actually a border town in the beginning, but it was sparsely populated, and it was far inferior to today. Most of them were refugees who had been exiled during the war between the two countries, and the disasters of those years had caused the town to gradually fall apart and become the small village it is today.

Zhuge Chen looked out the window and imagined what it would be like to walk on the bluestone road in the small city at that time. It's fine to look straight ahead, but if you look around, it's only shocking. There are often ghosts freezing to death on the roadside, and the original people in the small town are also worried, for fear that one of them will not be able to endure hunger and cold, and a murder will occur when they come up.

Troubled times produce heroes, and this has been the case since ancient times. At that time, there was only one possibility for a small border town not to endure such a situation. That is, there is really a character who can command a city, whether it is a businessman or a cultivator, even if it is a bully. Anyway, the competition is about whose fists are harder, read more books, know more words, what's the effect?

In a flash of inspiration, Zhuge Chen thought of a possibility. Could it be that the sect master of the Heavenly Chess Sect was born in this small city, and counting the time, if it is the reincarnation of Bingjie, it will not make sense.

If when

That's really the case, each with its own single-plank bridge is the best. But why the middle-aged puppet wanted to throw the jade pendant of the Tianqi Sect to him, Zhuge Chen couldn't figure it out.

It just so happened that at this time, Zhao Chanjuan pushed the door open and walked in, and put the dishes on a small table in front of Zhuge Chen angrily, and said in a rather dissatisfied tone: "Dad said that people are iron and rice is steel, especially dinner, you can't skip it." ”

Zhuge Chen returned with a bright smile, indicating that I understood the kindness. He had thought of continuing to calculate the Heavenly Chess Sect in his state of mind, but when he caught a glimpse of the meat in the bowl, his index finger moved. How can you still be in the mood to care about the Chess Sect that day? You have to fill your stomach first. If it is really calculated, Zhuge Chen in the past few days can be said to be living in dire straits, and eating without meat is a trivial matter. Coarse tea and light rice may not be able to taste different. But if there was no wine, it would be really hard to kill him, a young drunkard. The mustard seeds can't be opened, and there is nowhere to get the wine. And the three men of the entire Zhao family don't drink either, except for their daughter Hong, who is still buried deep underground, and she will not take it out until Zhao Chanjuan gets married.

For this matter, Zhuge Chen did not bewitch Zhao Chanjuan a lot, but every time he either got a rolling word, or he was punched and kicked at him. Ran back to his house in a loud voice, people were under the eaves, he had to bow his head, every time at this time, Zhuge Chen wanted to see Wang Daxue the most, if he still had a pot of good wine in his hand, it would be perfect.

Looking at Zhuge Chen, who was gobbling up, Zhao Chanjuan snorted lightly and threw down a sentence: "Today, you can wash the bowl of your own meal by yourself, and the water will be drawn from the well." ”

Zhuge Chen snorted and signaled that he understood.

Life in the village pays attention to the sunrise and sunset. Even if there are not too many crops that need to be taken care of, they are extremely regular, and at this time, the three men of the Zhao family have already fallen asleep. Only Zhao Chanjuan, holding a book of talented and beautiful women from nowhere, read it with relish.

The book writes that the hero and heroine have experienced many times complaining about each other, and now they are finally coming together. Who would have thought that it would fall short again, and be hindered by a woman who loves the male protagonist.

Zhao Chanjuan can be said to be furious, and she happened to see Zhuge Chen who was fetching water, and she was even more angry. Originally, her own family was already so poor, and she added another mouth, so that she couldn't go to her father to ask for money to buy cloth and sew new clothes, how could she find her sweetheart? She knew very well in her heart that when she was old, and when she was old and yellow in a few years, that jar of daughter red would really become a regret and stay in the ground. I understand the truth, but the arrogant Zhao Chanjuan is unwilling to change, what can I do?

The more she thought about it, the more irritated Zhao Chanjuan stretched out her hand and slapped it heavily on the table, causing Zhuge Chen, who was fetching water outside the door, to be startled, and the strength to throw the bucket of water into the sky from nowhere.

Zhao Chanjuan turned her anger into joy, laughed, and looked forward to the appearance of white clothes being drenched into soup chicken. But who knew that there was a cyan light flashing, blocking the well water, and the white clothes were smiling.

Zhuge Chen didn't expect a subconscious

The action actually helped him recover part of his qi, and even if he wanted to heal, it was only a matter of time. The first thing he did was open his mustard seeds and wanted to take out a jug of wine.

Unexpectedly, Fu Youshuangzhi, the two swords and rubber pillars and Sanchen lay quietly among the mustard seeds, he let out a long sigh, and said to himself: "It turns out that it is here, it really makes me easy to find." ”

Immediately, as usual, he hung his two swords at either side of his waist.

Looking at Zhuge Chen, who was entertaining himself, Zhao Chanjuan certainly didn't understand why he took out the two sword blades for no reason, and pretended to learn the sword cultivation and put the sword on his waist. But I have to admit that he does this because he does have such a thing as a chic sword cultivator, which is quite good-looking.

(End of chapter)