Chapter 108 Confession of relatives and village heads

Li Shaobai didn't know that the Three Realms of the Flood and Desolation were in chaos because of his oath. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He vented for a while, and then went back to the old man's room.

He pretended to smile and asked, "Old man, what is your name?"

The old man said: "Where did you get your name? When I was young, I made a living by collecting medicine, so you can call me the old man of medicine." ”

Li Shaobai asked again: "Yao Lao, are you alone in your family?"

The old man was on crutches and sighed for a long time before he said weakly: "One person, I am the only one." More than 40 years ago, my wife died in childbirth. More than 20 years ago, his son died of hard labor. Now I'm a lonely old man at home. The simple language revealed infinite desolation, which made Li Shaobai feel sad.

He suddenly knelt in front of the old man, and the old man hurriedly said, "Child, what are you doing here?"

Li Shaobai moistened his eyes, kowtowed, and said, "Grandpa, in this world, I have no relatives." ”

The old man helped him up, and with tears of excitement, he said in a loud voice, "Good, good, good." I didn't expect that my dry bones, which were about to sink into the ground, also had grandchildren. ”

Li Shaobai recognized the old man as his grandfather and lived in this nameless village.

The news that the old man had accepted a ranger as his grandson also spread in this peaceful little village.

Li Shaobai did not immediately pass on the Datong Thought to the people in this village, he knew the danger of the Datong Thought, but he couldn't just involve them like this.

As a ranger in the eyes of everyone, Li Shaobai either practiced martial arts at the back of the village all day long, or went to the mountains to hunt.

He went to the mountain and split an ancient tree that was 100 zhang high that more than 10 people could hold hand in hand, and split it into two wooden beds, 11 large tables, more than 50 benches, and more than 90 short benches. With the exception of two beds, a table, a bench and two short benches, everything else was given to the other neighbors.

Everyone praised the old man for accepting a good grandson, and the old man was smiling all day long, smiling at everyone he saw.

Since Li Shaobai lived in the old man's house, he hunted every day, although his hunting skills were average, but he couldn't stand his strength, even the tigers in the mountains were not Li Shaobai's opponents after awakening the martial spirit. The old man gathered the beast skins that Li Shaobai hunted together, and then asked the widow next door to sew a beast skin coat and put it on for Li Shaobai.

When he saw that they were hunting hard, he taught them how to set traps. He also wanted to make the old fox chan according to the national art and the five fowl opera, and created a simple refining method that specializes in devouring the flesh and blood of beasts, simulating animals through body movements, and transporting qi and blood. He taught it to everyone in the village, and the people in the village were very moved, and faintly regarded Li Shaobai, an outsider, as the leader and sleeve of the village.

In this way, Li Shaobai took advantage of this season to study the "5☆ Battle World Technique" by himself, while practicing the "Martial Soul Aura Technique", and at the same time teaching the people in the village to practice the Xingyi Alchemy Technique. The days passed quickly, and everyone in the village felt that since Li Shaobai came, they had lived a better life than the previous hard days. Everyone also embraced and protected Li Shaobai as the leader and sleeve of the village, and Li Shaobai became the village of the small village in this way.

On this day, Li Shaobai entered the mountain again, and he had been living in this quiet small village for half a month. Since he made his wish that day, he felt an invisible force adding to his body, his cultivation speed was getting faster and faster, and he could feel his strength improving every day. It has only been more than ten days, and Li Shaobai has hit a bottleneck. He had a feeling that after entering the mountain this time, he would be able to break through, which was his instinct as a martial artist.

In the mountains, Li Shaobai held his breath, and the breath on his body blended with the surrounding environment. He stared at a sika deer a hundred meters away, the fawn was drinking by the stream, and it had no idea that death was near.

I saw him rushing like lightning, stepping on the fallen leaves all the way, like a dragonfly standing on a lotus, without making a sound. In just four or five seconds, he ran to the place where the fawn was drinking. The sika deer felt something attacking, and instead of turning around and fleeing, it jumped in front of the stream and escaped Li Shaobai's attack.

Li Shaobai stepped on his feet, a swirling leaf in the air, and he turned around in mid-air like a sika deer. He grabbed the fawn's neck with one claw, and with a twist of his hand, he secretly punched the fawn's neck.

"Click. With a bang, the fawn died, and there was not a trace of scars and a drop of blood visible from the outside, but the inside of its neck was twisted off by Li Shaobai.

Li Shaobai collected the sika deer, and ran deeper into the mountain forest, towards the forbidden place in the deep forest deep in the mountains, as the people in the village said.

After walking for more than ten miles, he came to this forbidden land that the people in the village said. There are more than a dozen stone tablets outside the forest, and each stone tablet is painted with pictograms, which means that it is forbidden to enter.

He looked outside the forest, but he didn't feel any difference in this deep forest. The artist was bold, and he entered the forest, and less than a hundred meters into it, he suddenly felt that something was wrong around him, and this forest was too quiet! To be precise, it was extremely silent, like an abyss staring at its prey.

The forest is also very dark, and normal people can hardly distinguish five fingers in it. Li Shaobai has some strength, after cultivating the "Martial Soul Aura Technique", his eyes are almost as far as an eagle, and his night vision is like day, and he walks cautiously in the dark deep forest.

Li Shaobai put down the sika deer, he carefully walked step by step in the woods, and the breath on his body became as silent as this forest.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind struck, blowing the leaves of the trees in the forest rustling, and strange sounds sounded, and the ghosts cried wolf-like howls.

Li Shaobai was blown by the yin wind, and he couldn't help but shudder, feeling a little bad in his heart, and secretly said that he was holding himself up.

"Boy, I'm scared. You're too cowardly, aren't you!" Lao Dao's voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

Li Shaobai said to Lao Dao in his heart: "Damn, Master, you are too much to spoil the terrifying atmosphere!"

Lao Dao said: "Boy, this is the forbidden place that the group of mortals said. It's just that there is an ordinary shadow snake more than three feet long in it. ”

"Damn, Master, you've gone too far. Now, I don't have the desire to explore or hunt at all. Li Shaobai said helplessly.