"Young people don't have to be polite, do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and go to sea with the blessing of the gods. The old fisherman's expression was also a little unnatural.

Jiang Han's ability to observe words and expressions can naturally find that these people's psychology has changed, and he doesn't guess, these small people naturally haven't seen much of the market, and it is nothing to strangers.

"That's the case, the grace of saving lives is greater than the sky, I don't know how to repay it, just stay and help do things, plus I haven't decided where to go at this time, and I hope that my uncle will take it in. Jiang Han spoke and looked at the old fisherman.

"Multiple people, multiple pairs of dishes and chopsticks, young people, you can stay, the itinerary is to be determined, and you can go if you want. The old fisherman was open-minded and full of answers.

"Thank you, uncle. Jiang Han smiled and bowed his hand slightly.

The old fisherman did not shirk, accepted Jiang Han's gift, and turned to the onlookers: "Everyone disperse, this little brother will live here with me." ”

Through his previous career as a blacksmith, Jiang Han has figured out that such a place can only be experienced with your current identity, just like playing a role-playing game.

Only the specified tasks have been completed

Jiang Han walked into the house with the old fisherman, introduced each other, and learned that the old fisherman's name was Haiding, and the day he saved Jiang Han, it happened to be his sixtieth birthday.

Haiding has no hatred for the sea, but he also has a breath of anger that refuses to bow to it if he says anything.

Jiang Han told Hai Ding that he was a person from the Central Plains martial arts, who was plotted and seriously injured and ended up here, and there was not much difference between Hai Ding's speculation, which was also reasonable.

He stayed in this fishing village and calmed down temporarily, and now Jiang Han has no clear goal where he wants to go, so he will help Haiding do something first, and also help this small fishing village do something.

It was almost evening, Jiang Han was walking alone on the beach, he had already experimented, and now that his cultivation was completely lost, the power of qi and blood could not be exerted much, not to mention the strength of the Yuan Shen cultivation, the strength that he could exert now was equivalent to the eighth layer of qi refining back then, of course, the spiritual power could not be used a little.

With the power of Jiang Han's eighth-layer qi refining, it is still difficult to find a defeat among ordinary people in the mortal world, which makes him overjoyed, he can't be invincible in the world among monks, and he can't imagine that he can do it in another place.

There is also a storm sword in his hand, with this divine weapon, Jiang Han already has an idea, this is also every man's dream, the rivers and lakes drink horses, happy revenge.

It's just that he has embarked on the path of immortal immortalization, and that dream can only be imagined forever, and the kind that can be achieved with a gesture is not called a dream.

Now that he has lost his cultivation and become a mortal, he can dream again, and he just happened to come to such a world, and the wonder of life is really endless.

Jiang Han didn't know anything about the martial arts situation in the world in this era, he didn't even know where he was, if this was a small island in the ocean, then he could only be the leader of the martial arts alliance on this island in this life.

The mood of the sea is the most unpredictable, the day is blue, but now it is a strong wind, the waves are swept high, the sea is already ebbing, but at this time it is rising.

Sensing this terrible celestial phenomenon, many villagers walked out of their homes, this kind of bad weather they had not seen many times in many years of living by the sea, and it must have been a big storm at the beginning.

"Pack up your things, and the whole village will take refuge on the side of Mt. Teyama. "It was an old man who spoke as the head of the fishing village.

Not far from this seaside, there is a big mountain, the village is built at the bottom of the mountain, for the convenience of fishing, not far from the seaside, in the event of a great disaster, the whole village will take refuge in the mountain, there have long been repaired a lot of caves for backup.

It has been many years since we have encountered such a big storm, and the situation is serious and we must evacuate.

After the village chief gave the order, the villagers began to pack their things, and the middle-aged man was responsible for carrying the necessary water and food for life, and there were about 200 people in a village, all of whom headed towards the mountain, except for one person.

Haiding stood at the entrance of the village and looked at the angry sea in the distance, his expression was solemn, his eyes were very sharp, this is not the first time he has encountered such a disaster, it appeared once many years ago, it was the storm, took away his wife, separated the two forever, and then many years, when his son grew up, this storm appeared again, that time his two sons helped the villagers evacuate, responsible for transporting water and food behind the mat, and also disappeared in the disaster.

Now that this disaster has reappeared, the fire in Haiding's eyes can be imagined for what is burning.

"Are you going to take me away this time, come on, I'm not afraid. Haiding stood at the entrance of the village and shouted, many of the villagers knew what happened to Haiding's family, and they were also sad about it, but there was nothing they could do, people could not be resurrected after death.

Jiang Han looked at Haiding from a distance, the old village chief didn't know when he came to him, raised his hand and patted Jiang Han on the shoulder, "Young man, take him up the mountain, alas." ”

The old village chief also experienced that disaster, and he was also very sad about the misfortune that happened to Haiding, but there was nothing he could do but let Jiang Han take him to take refuge, otherwise he might really die in this disaster.

Jiang Han smiled and helped the old village chief back to the crowd first, then waved his hand and let them go first, and walked towards Haiding by himself.

"Uncle. Jiang Han opened his mouth and shouted.

"Jiang Han, I'm not afraid of it, I'm not afraid, I want to see if he can take me away, I want to see. Heading pointed to the sea in the distance, almost roaring.

"I'm not afraid of it, but if you hadn't saved me, I'd have died there. Jiang Han looked in the direction pointed by Haiding, the black oppressive clouds and the sea.

Haiding didn't expect Jiang Han to say this, turned his face and glanced at Jiang Han, but did not speak, his fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were white.

"Let's go, uncle, after the storm, I will accompany you to the sea to fish. Jiang Han patted Haiding's shoulder and helped him turn around.

Haiding resisted a little, but Jiang Han's strength was so great that even if he didn't deliberately did not control it, he still followed Jiang Han back to the main army and walked towards the mountain.

"There are so many coincidences in the world, I don't believe it. Jiang Han thought to himself, he glanced back at the small fishing village behind him, and sent the large army up the mountain first.

"Two of the people in charge of the food and water have not yet arrived. Some villagers mentioned that they are naturally faster when they move forward empty-handed, while those who are responsible for carrying their daily belongings are much slower.

"It's okay, I'll take a look. Jiang Han stood up and walked down the mountain without waiting for the villagers to answer.

Out of sight, Jiang Han ran violently, and it didn't take long to come to the fishing village, on the side of the path out of the village, there were two one-wheeled carts, on which water and food were neatly placed, but the person in charge was nowhere to be found.