In the northwest corner of the cloister, only thirty miles after stepping into the cloister from the northwest, there is a small village.

It is said to be a small village, but in fact it is just a few thatched houses, a circle of wooden fences, and a stone well that is not very beautiful.

But it's about once inhabited.

Five, seven, or a dozen.

It must have been a place to live.

There must have been old people who have enjoyed the shade here, there must have been men who have started a family here, and there must have been children who have played here.

But here...... After all, it is the northwest corner of the cloister.

Maybe it's a group of fierce beasts, maybe it's a gang of robbers, maybe it's a mysticist.

The stone wells were dry, the fences were in tatters, and the thatched huts were burned down by a wildfire.

Whether it's a dozen, seven, or five, there's not one left.

The small village is empty.

It's not a small village anymore.

It is no longer alive, but it is just a pile of desolate, overgrown broken walls and rubbles.

And this pile of broken walls and tiles is so left to the wind and rain, I don't know how many autumns and years have been in the northwest corner of this corridor......

Until three weeks ago.

Three weeks ago, a group of three people entered the cloister.

It is a white dress, a green dress, and a purple skirt.

They entered the cloister from the northwest corner.

They traveled thirty miles and were pleasantly surprised to find it quietly here.

It was dilapidated, the thatched huts were crooked, the hedges were crumbling, and a stone well had long since dried up—but the three men didn't seem to care.

It seems that for them who are exhausted, it is enough to have a place to stay.

So, the three of them settled in this small uninhabited village.

They repaired two thatched huts and repaired the fence. Although it is impossible to repair the dry well, there is a clear spring in the mountain forest more than ten miles away - for the three of them who know Qimen footwork, a trip is just a cup of tea, and it is not troublesome.

So, the three of them settled in this small uninhabited village.

Then on the first night, I met a group of robbers who came to rob the house.

The dozen or so robbers probably saw the smoke rising from their evening roast, and thought that the poor sour traveler had come from so swaggering, so they wanted to try their luck and see if they could get some money—but they were all dumbfounded when they came in the middle of the night.

What kind of poor travelers are these three people, they are clearly three children of rich families!

Let's just say that the white dress is dignified, that there is a beautiful jade pendant on the waist of the green clothes, and that the purple dress is a good and charming skin

Sac -- How can these dozen or so bandits who have eaten enough of small fish and shrimp still be able to endure it? They just want to rush up and kill people to seize wealth and money.

And then......

People are killed, but the people who are killed are themselves.

I saw Tsing Yi carrying a gun, and with a random shot, it was a person's whole bones broken; when I saw a purple skirt squinting and a casual glance, it was a person's soul scattered; I saw a white cloth holding a sword, and with a random sword, it was a person's life to Huangquan.

These dozen or so bandits, but in three moments, there are only two and a half left.

The half died in the next moment.

And the two of them were so frightened that they were urinating, lying on the ground and kowtowing over and over again, shouting over and over again, 'Good man spare his life!' and 'Good man spare his life!', trembling and not daring to get up at all.

Seeing their pitiful appearance of begging for mercy, the spear and green clothes were really unbearable, and wanted to let them go, but the purple skirt glanced at him with disdain, and said lightly, "Hateful people, pitiful, especially hateful." He insisted on killing him cleanly.

In the end, it was the white clothes who came to make a round and told the two robbers that they wanted them to take the three of them back to the bandits' camp. The three of them would go to the camp and get some useful belongings, such as firewood, bedding, pots, pots, etc., and ask them to tell them something about the cloister...... I don't want their lives.

The two robbers quickly wept bitterly and thanked the 'good man', and then honestly led them back to the camp, and gave them all the good belongings that the owner of the village had used in the village.

So, the robbers were stolen.

And the three of them who returned with a full load were on the way back to the village, but the purple skirt was still frowning and dissatisfied, muttering, "This kind of guy should all die, otherwise they will all rob others tomorrow." Tsing Yi disagreed with what he said, believing that everyone has the possibility of reinventing, and they should definitely be able to reform after tonight's incident......

This Tsing Yi and the purple skirt are like this, you don't agree with me, I don't agree with you, they have been arguing, and finally they have to look back at Bai Yi and ask him to tell him who he agrees with more.

As a result, who would have thought that the white clothes carrying a basket of pots and pans were slightly stunned, and glanced back at him and her.

"This ...... Does it matter?"

Bai Yi blinked and asked lightly.

The purple skirts in Tsing Yi were speechless.

......

......

Under the scorching sun at noon, in the Linglong village, there is a touch of Zili skirt.

I saw her slender arms holding a stone blue quilt with the pattern of birds and beasts, and walked to the middle of the two houses covered with fresh white grass.

There was a long linen rope that was not very thick and was hanging in the air—its ends were tied to the roofs of two thatched huts, yes

and thou shalt not straighten the cord, nor let it hang down to the ground.

She stood on tiptoe gently, hung the stone-blue quilt on the long rope, spread it out a little, and gently dusted it with her little hands.

The sun fell on the quilt and warmed it.

With the realm of ten people, although she can directly use her breath to circulate her body, her body will always be as clear and jade as a newborn baby, and even the purple dress she wears can be muddy and unstained, so she doesn't need to be cleaned and taken care of from time to time...... But there's nothing you can do about this heavy and airtight quilt that is both an external thing.

It's okay to bask in the sun from time to time.

Lu Lingyue pursed the corners of her lips slightly.

She bent down, picked up the basket of fruit at her feet, walked slowly to the outside of the fence of the village, raised her eyebrows, picked up a large, sleek and comfortable stone, and sat on it with her skirt brushed, and held the basket of wild fruits in her arms.

The basket was a bamboo basket, taken from the camp of the bandits—she didn't think it looked good, and she made a circle of pale green rattan on it.

The fruit was a wild fruit, a wild fruit that she had nothing to do during the day and went to the mountains and forests to pick - she felt that she was too tired of eating every day, so she went to pick some fruit herself, and also picked some mushrooms by the way, so that she could stew and eat.

However, she may not really feel tired of eating—she used to eat every day in Zhenhuang City, but she didn't get tired of it.

It's just that these foods are the prey that the white clothes and green clothes went out to hunt, and she naturally didn't participate in every stay in the village - although it can't be all the food, but in her heart, most of the time she is still a little uncomfortable.

But whenever Lu Lingyue proposed to go hunting with them, Wang Manxiu always refused on the grounds that she had worked hard to cultivate at night.

So, Lu Lingyue could only pout, carry a basket by herself, and go for a walk in the forest every day on the grounds of 'too tired of eating', and go to pick some mushrooms and wild fruits casually.

And now she sat on the sleek stone, while absentmindedly dividing the wild fruits and mushrooms in the basket, which ones were only beautiful and which were poisonous—and this kind of thing was much simpler for her from the Qimen family than drinking tea and eating vegetables.

While looking at the top of his eyebrows, looking at the mountains and forests in the southwest, he guessed with great interest what kind of prey the two of Bai Yi and Tsing Yi would bring back today.

Is it a bird, is it a hare, is it a mountain fox?

Or is it a pheasant? Is it a sika deer?

She guessed with interest.

She was very interested, and was suddenly stunned.

Looking up at the southwest, my eyes widened in surprise.

"Why is it a pig?"