More than 700 people in Liuxi Village died of the plague, and only one person survived!

The news was like a boulder smashed into a tranquil lake, and the entire An Ying City was shocked. From high-ranking officials and nobles to peddlers and pawns, almost everyone talked about the plague in Liuxi Village after dinner.

Outside of An Ying City, villages and towns that have dealings with Liuxi Village are also talking about it.

Some have married their daughters to Liuxi Village, some have married off from Liuxi Village, or they have lived in Liuxi Village and later moved to other places.

They are related to the villagers of Liuxi Village, and they often come to Liuxi Village to pay respects to the victims, and those who do not come and go to the grave with their things, and there are also people who covet the farmland of Liuxi Village and second-rate people who come to rummage for valuables.

As a large landowner in Liuxi Village, Dongfang Wuyang lived at home for two or three days, and then came to Liuxi Village to deal with various problems that arose after the epidemic.

Shen He followed his mother, learning while laying his hands.

Two months later, he returned to An Yingcheng, taller and stronger, his fair skin was sunburned by the increasingly scorching summer sun, and his speech and demeanor were different from before.

"Big brother, are you really my big brother?" Er Ya circled around Shen He for half a circle, pinched his arm, and said, "Like a stupid son of a landlord's family, rustic." ”

"If you go to work in Liuxi Village, you will also become a rustic village girl. Shen He sat on the Luohan bed, picked up a cup of cloud tea, and looked at Shen Zhiwei who was reading the book, with a subtle feeling that was difficult to describe in words.

"What do you want me to do?" Shen Zhiwei closed the book, pushed the snack plate in front of Shen He, and said with a smile, "Is it a beautiful flower growing on my face?"

"No! I haven't seen Sansan in a long time, and I want to take a closer look. Shen He explained hurriedly, his tone paused, and then said, "My mother told me that it was your order to gather the villagers in Zhuangzi and let them strengthen the wall and build the arrow tower, not Uncle Liang's idea." ”

"Think I'm good? You're not as good as me?"

"Didn't think to compare with you. I want to know how you did it, I'm older than you......"

Shen He has always regarded himself as a role model for his sisters, but it turns out that the youngest sister is not only smarter than him, but also more capable than him.

It's not a beautiful feeling.

He was still a little unconvinced, and planned ambitiously to let Dongfang Wuyang know that he was not inferior to his sister.

It turned out that he messed things up.

Facing his sister's smiling face, Shen He lowered his head depressedly, concentrating on studying the patterns on the snack plate, feeling awkward and aggrieved.

Shen Zhiwei has also been a child, and when he saw Shen He's expression, he guessed his thoughts, and wanted to laugh, considering the eldest brother's self-esteem, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Big brother, do you remember that I competed with you to write the name of the fierce beast silently?"

Shen He glared at her: "Of course I haven't forgotten." You've written more beast names than I do. ”

Shen Zhiwei said: "I also said a sentence, I was born to know, the starting point is higher than others, and others can't compare with me." He patted the back of his hand soothingly, "You're not even nine years old, cousins, cousins

Without waiting for Shen He to answer, she handed him the book: "It doesn't matter if things are messed up, learn a lesson, don't make the same mistake next time." ”

The little brother reddened his ears and muttered, "You don't look like my sister, you look like my sister." ”

Shen Zhi smiled slightly, and had the heart to ask him what he had experienced in Liuxi Village, but at this time, a maid knocked on the door and came in, saying that Steward Wang was here and was waiting in the side hall.

When Steward Wang saw Shen Zhiwei appear, he hurriedly saluted: "Third Miss, good afternoon!"

The third lady didn't like to be polite, so she invited him to sit down and asked, "Is the bell tower built?" Have you tried whether the bell tower's time is accurate?"

"After trying, Mr. Zhao promised that there would be no problems. ”

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Today, the sun is fine, and under the endless blue sky, the blue water gently washes the white beach, and the picture is not very beautiful, but it is also amazing.

There seemed to be some sea creature stranded on the beach, but when you looked closely, it was not a sea creature, but a bloodless young nun who looked like she was dead.

Her eyeballs rolled under her eyelids, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, and the faint blue fire flashed in her pupils.

This is the Yang World?

It took a while for the nun to come back to her senses from what she had seen.

Her parched lips moved, uttering a syllable of unknown significance.

Can't speak?

Yan Ning thought about it for a while, and then found the reason from the vague memory.

Her throat was poisoned and hoarse.

Unless you advance to the Yuan Infant or get the treatment of the Jindan stage medical cultivation, you will not be able to speak for the rest of your life.

Yan Ning took a deep breath, and the wind with the smell of the sea poured into his lungs, feeling real and subtle.

In addition to her throat, she also had a wound on her chest.

This sword that pierced through the heart even if it was a Jindan monk would be greatly injured, and it was not easy for Yan Ning to survive.

The sand on the beach was warm, but Yan Ning's body was cold and cold, she barely moved her body, and lay on the beach with her limbs spread out.

Feeling the warm sea water washing over and over his calf, the pierced heart was beating slowly, and there was a burst of tearing pain, Yan Ning closed his eyes.

She needs to calm down.

This body is not hers.

The world was not familiar to her.

Not long ago, Yan Ning was just a little ghost in the Nine Shadows.

It took her more than 500 years to cultivate from a wisp of ignorant spiritual consciousness to a complete soul with a complete soul, so that she could step into reincarnation and be reincarnated as a celestial.

But Yan Ning was unwilling to give up his memory and enter reincarnation, so it took another thirty years to cultivate from an ordinary spirit to a powerful ghost general.

Before waking up as a human being, Ghost Cultivator Yan Ning's cultivation was equivalent to that of a late-stage Qi refining cultivator, and he was ready to build a foundation.

She also spent all her accumulation to collect materials to conceive a spirit fetus.

As long as the foundation building is successful, Yan Ning will immediately be able to enter the spirit fetus and become a ghost cultivator with flesh and blood, and his cultivation speed will be increased tenfold.

However, man is not as good as heaven.

Just as Yan Ning succeeded in building the foundation and was about to enter the spirit fetus, she was swept away by a powerful force.

When he woke up again, Yan Ning had a physical body as he wished, or a warm body with a heartbeat and breathing, living in a beautiful and vibrant yang world, where he could enjoy the sun and breeze unscrupulously.

But who can tell her why her new body is second-hand that someone else has used?

Yan Ning was very dissatisfied.

As far as the ghost cultivation group is concerned, Yan Ning's talent is very good.

If you are another ghost, not to mention having a complete divine soul in 500 years, it may not be feasible to give him 1,000 years or 10,000 years.

As for the achievement of foundation building within 30 years, this speed is indeed slower in the human realm. However, in the vast Nine Shadows, there are countless ghosts, resources are scarce, and competition is extremely fierce, and most of the ghosts who embark on the path of cultivation take two hundred years or even more to complete the foundation.

If there were no accidents, Yan Ning dared to say that she would be able to advance to the Golden Pill within eighty years and have a body that truly belonged to her, not the second-hand body in front of her.

Maybe Yan Ning should be more glad that he didn't lose his soul because of the accident, and it is a thing worth rejoicing to survive and have a warm body.

But she knew it wasn't easy, especially after she fused the vague memories that remained in her flesh.

This flesh shell is named Murong Xue, although his background is not high, but he has the qualifications of a genius, and he was incorporated into the Immortal Sect at the age of only five to become a noble disciple.

So, since he was the proud son of the future heaven who was born in the descendant of the Immortal Sect, why did Murong Xue, who should be high, fall to this point?

Yan Ning didn't get much memory, so he didn't know much about it, but he only knew that it was related to another female cultivator named Su Ziye, and the cause of the matter was Murong Xue.