Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

The wheels started turning again.

Shen Qing walked into the village with the others.

Shangao Village is remote and rarely visited by outsiders, especially those who seem to have unusual status.

As he walked into the village, other villagers who heard the news came to join in the fun.

"Look at how handsome he is. His eyes are so pretty."

"What kind of material is his clothes made of? It looks so shiny. It's a pity that such good material is torn like this."

"..."

The villagers gathered together and pointed at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing lay on the broken wooden board with his eyes closed and did not answer the villagers.

"Village head, someone is here."

The village head moved the pipe away from his lips, and the shiny pipe shone with a faint luster in the sun.

His fingers gently stroked the surface of the pipe, put the pipe next to the door and shook it, and then buckled it on the threshold stone beside him.

After doing all this, the village head slowly stood up, walked to Shen Qing and looked him up and down.

He had been to Jinzhou provincial capital and seen some of the market.

He looked at Shen Qing's clothes and temperament, and realized that the man in front of him was either rich or noble, and was a little unusual.

The village head asked tentatively: "What's your name, sir?"

Shen Qing lay on the wooden board, his eyes also fell on the old man in front of him, and he looked at him for a few times.

Although he was a little injured, his consciousness was still sharp, and he could see that the village head in front of him was an ordinary person, his blood and qi had declined, and he had never practiced martial arts.

Shen Qing smiled slightly, with a playful arc on his lips, and said: "No need to mention your surname Shen."

"So it's Mr. Shen in person." The village head was very polite and continued to test: "I wonder where Mr. Shen came from to our small place, what are you doing, and whether you need our help?"

Shen Qing fought his way out of the sea of ​​blood, and he couldn't help exuding the momentum of a superior, which made the village head with a keen eye dare not underestimate him.

The village head felt the vague temperament of Shen Qing, and his attitude became more respectful.

"I came from Kyoto and want to stay in your village for one night."

"Kyoto?" The village head was slightly stunned. He knew this place, but it was thousands of miles away: "Sir, don't joke."

These villagers have only lived on their own small acres of land for many years, and they know very little about the outside world. They can't even recognize all the places.

Not to mention the martial artists such as Yuanshen Realm and Kongyou Realm who have the power of piercing the sky and the earth.

Such a rare existence in the world is no different from an immortal to them.

Shen Qing did not explain too much, meaning to enlighten them.

The village head saw Shen Qing's calm performance, and his heart skipped a beat. No way?

He was a little unsure.

Places like Kyoto are places where only dignitaries can live.

The young man in front of him must be of noble status.

Not only that, seeing that his hands and feet are somewhat similar to the martial arts master in the next village, he must have practiced martial arts.

They are ordinary people. They are not his opponents.

Immediately, the village head said respectfully: "Since this young man Shen has come from afar and wants to rest in our village, he is a distinguished guest, so we naturally have to entertain him."

"Chen Gouzi."

Chen Gouzi, who was called, stood out from the crowd, his face blank, not knowing what the village head meant.

The village head said, "You brought Mr. Shen back, so he will stay at your place today. Please treat him well."

Chen Ergou was a little confused and was about to open his mouth to refute, but when he saw the serious look on the village head's face, he swallowed his words back into his stomach.

"Okay, everyone go home." The village head waved his hand to disperse.

The many villagers gathered at his door also dispersed.

After receiving the order, Chen Gouzi led Shen Qing to one direction of the village listlessly in the donkey cart.

Along the way, the villagers cast curious eyes one after another, some took the initiative to greet him, and some stood in the distance and watched silently.

Shen Qing ignored them all.

After a while, Chen Gouzi took Shen Qing to an old house.

"Sir, this is my home."

As Chen Gouzi said, he jumped off the donkey cart and reached out to help Shen Qing.

Shen Qing sat up from the donkey cart and got off the donkey cart.

Chen Gouzi shouted into the house: "Wife, clean up the house."

Hearing Chen Gouzi's shout, a dark-skinned peasant woman walked out of the house, followed by a little girl with pigtails who looked only three or four years old.

After she saw Shen Qing, she saw Shen Qing looking at her and hid back timidly.

The peasant woman saw Chen Gouzi pulling him aside and said urgently: "Tomorrow that bitch will come, what should we do with our daughter?"

As she spoke, the peasant woman's eyes turned red and tears were about to roll down.

Chen Gouzi stopped talking, glanced at the little girl behind the woman, and was silent for a while and said: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Shen Qing was fully focused on cultivation and had no interest in asking too much about the family affairs of Chen Gouzi and his wife.

Throughout this journey, he kept practicing the Six Paths of Reincarnation and secretly took a magic pill, which restored a lot of physical strength and had basic mobility, but it was still a long way off.

He still needed some time.

Shen Qing walked into the house and saw that Chen Gouzi's home was very simply furnished, with a table and a few crooked benches as the only furniture.

On the wall in the middle of the main room, there was a table made of yellow earth, on which was placed an incense burner and a small yellow flag.

Besides that, the huge space only had yellow walls, which looked very poor.

It was not an exaggeration to say that the house was bare.

"Big brother, are you coming to live in my house?"

The little girl in the main room opened her big black eyes, full of curiosity about Shen Qing.

Shen Qing nodded gently without saying anything.

Outside the house, the woman wiped away her tears and returned to the house, pulling the little girl aside and said, "Sir, I'll make a bed for you."

"No, I'll just sit here for one night."

The woman was a little surprised, and she continued to ask, "Do you want something to eat?"

"No!"

The woman was a little puzzled by Shen Qing's behavior.

In the past, every time the city officials came, they would not leave unless they were fed and drunk.

Sometimes, the beautiful women from other families were kept by them and played with in turns.

She thought Shen Qing was also such a person, but she didn't expect Shen Qing to want anything.

This was considered strange.

Shen Qing did not explain much. He walked to a clean place, sat cross-legged and calmed his mind.

The woman saw him like this, so she stopped disturbing him.

After a while, the little girl found a futon from somewhere and held it up to Shen Qing: "Here!"

The futon was so big that it almost covered her body, making it difficult for her to hold it up, as if she would fall at any time.

Shen Qing looked down and saw that the futon was a little worn and had patches on it, but it was very clean.

He took the futon and put it under him, saying lightly: "Thank you."

The little girl asked curiously: "Big brother, they all said you are from Kyoto. Where is Kyoto?"

"It's a very far place." Shen Qing did not get impatient, but said patiently.

"Is it fun there?"

Shen Qing said: "Not very fun, but there is a lot to eat. If you go, you can eat sugar-coated hawthorns, various cakes, and meat."

The little girl's eyes lit up, but then quickly dimmed: "I can't go. I'm going to die tomorrow." (End of this chapter)