People in the rivers and lakes value the most reputation and worship the most famous festivals, especially the disciples of the famous and righteous path.

Today, the old slave casually gave the young man an official body, and when the young man walked the rivers and lakes in the future, as long as he used it to do things, he owed us a favor.

At that time, even if the old slave doesn't say anything, the other party will find an opportunity to repay the favor.

Those who do not seek eternity are not enough to seek a moment. Those who do not seek the overall situation are not enough to seek a domain!

In exchange for the friendship of a master and the forces behind him, this deal is a good deal!"

"The companion is really far-sighted, and Xiao Wang has been taught. ”

"Haha, hahaha......"

Under the shadow of the lamp, the old man surnamed Wei let out bursts of shrill laughter, which seemed to be a reward for his accurate eyesight, and he smiled so confidently and leisurely.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, after having breakfast in a hurry and paying for the boarding, Han Cheng took all his belongings and set out on the way home.

When I got out of the inn, I found that the stables in the courtyard were empty, and the parking place was also empty, obviously the old man surnamed Wei and his convoy had left first.

From the memories of the original owner of the body, Han Cheng learned that the host's hometown was in Sangmuzhuang, more than 100 miles away from Mount Emei.

There are many coincidences in the place names of the Shushan world, even including history and previous lives, but the difference is that the area is dozens of times larger than the area of the Shenzhou Continent in the previous life.

In the previous life, a state capital was only a few hundred miles away, and a state capital in the Shushan world was thousands of miles, and some even tens of thousands of miles!

For example, Chengdu Mansion, where the Emei faction is located, has a radius of more than 12,000 miles, and only one Emei mountain range occupies a radius of thousands of miles.

There are even some small tribal countries in many remote state capitals, especially in the area of West Kunlun and the southern Xinjiang and northern ice fields, the number of small tribal countries is particularly large, dotted all over the place, roughly counted, I am afraid that there are no less than hundreds, the small ones are thousands of miles in radius, and the large ones are tens of thousands of miles, each of which is almost as large as the land area of a China in the previous life!

Their language, clothing, living customs, and even appearance are very different from those of the Central Plains.

The most typical is a small people's country located in southern Xinjiang, the land is only thousands of miles around, but tens of millions of people live, of which the average height of men is less than five decimeters, and the women are shorter, less than three meters.

In the vast Central Plains, it was difficult for each central dynasty to govern, and the imperial court only sent a few officials to rule extensively, and most places were in a state of high autonomy. The gentry and gangs ran rampant and almost monopolized the dominance of the local state capital.

Now it is the sixth year of the Great Apocalypse, the Emperor of the Apocalypse is easy to play, does not do his job, the party strife between the DPRK and China is continuous, political corruption, local uprisings, bandits everywhere, just like a chaotic world.

Along the way, Han Cheng saw a lot of ragged homeless people and beggars, compared with the miserable homeless beggars on both sides of the official road, it was the brightly dressed businessmen and powerful people on the road, they went in and out of the front and back, and everything they wore was luxurious and extravagant.

Looking at these people, the homeless beggars on both sides were numb, some envious, and some were full of hatred.

This situation fell in Han Cheng's eyes, and he sighed slightly in his heart, he really responded to that sentence, Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there were frozen bones on the road.

On the one hand, the rich have continuous land and vast houses, but on the other hand, the poor have no land to stand. If you don't suffer from a few but suffer from unevenness, this Ming country with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles is afraid that it will be in chaos in a few years.

[Chengdu] Dufu Anxian Yuenli Sangmuzhuang is just a remote village, relying on the protection of the [Chengdu] Dufu Ya and Emei Mingli secretly, it is quite peaceful.

At noon on this day, the sun was like fire, and the four fields were silent. It was the season of "autumn fools", the sun was ringing at noon, it was extremely hot, and the sun like a fire wheel was so hot that the barren grass on both sides of the dirt road leading to Sangmuzhuang was about to catch fire.

The few wildflowers I saw occasionally were all curled up, without a trace of spirit, and in the silence, only the "knowing" in the wild grass made a few crisp chirpings from time to time.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the quiet dirt road, flickering, unusually agile, not very old, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate countenance, bronzed skin shining with a healthy glow, and carrying a package and two swords on his back.

It was Han Cheng, who returned to his hometown to visit relatives, and when he saw that the dirt road was sparsely populated, he resorted to the 'spirit ape footwork', and walked towards Sangmuzhuang like flying.

The fine beads of sweat on his face were constantly wiped away, but the sweat on his body was constantly generated, and his clothes were almost soaked, and it was uncomfortable to stain his body, but Han Cheng completely ignored this, but the closer he felt to home, the more nervous he became, and the hotter his heart became.

Finally, in the corner of Zhuang Dongtou, Han Cheng saw his own thatched huts, and a warmth suddenly rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

On the threshing floor outside the thatched hut, the little sister Han Axiu was concentrating on sorting out the farm tools in coarse linen clothes, the sweat on her forehead kept coming out, she simply touched the back of her hand, and continued to work hard, with a trace of maturity beyond her age on her thin face.

Seeing someone coming, Han Axiu subconsciously looked up, felt that the person who came was a little familiar, rubbed his eyes, thought that he was faint and saw the wrong person, and waited for the figure to come to him, through the foggy sight.

Han Axiu looked at the somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face in front of him again, and said uncertainly: "Big brother, are you big brother?"

"Well, I'm Han Cheng, I'm back. ”

A deep and powerful voice slowly came out of his mouth, with a hint of the complicated mood of the wanderer's return home.

"Big brother is back!

Han Axiu was almost dancing happily, hurriedly threw away the farm tools at hand, and ran into the thatched hut as if running.

After a while, an old woman came out of the house trembling with her support.

Han Li is not yet fifty years old, but his hair is all gray, his face is sickly, a little pale, the wrinkles on his face are getting deeper and deeper, and although the clothes on his body are shabby, they are very clean.

"Son, you're back!"

Han Li's eyes were filled with tears in excitement, and he stretched out his hand to touch the child who had not returned after a long absence.

"Mother! the child is back, the child is not filial, and he can't serve him!"

Han Cheng knelt down in front of Han Li with a "plop".

Han Li trembled and groped around with his hands on Han Cheng's body, seeing that his son was healthy and healthy, he was a little relieved.

"Son, have you suffered all these years as an errand boy on the Immortal Mountain, have those Dao Elders and stewards abused and bullied you?" Han Li asked with concern.