Myung-hee reborn at the end of the world

In the 16th year of the end of the world, in winter, a villager in the southeast runs his own camp.

It rained all night last night. When I opened the door in the morning, a gust of damp and cold air hit my face, which shocked my spirits.Ming Xi rubbed his face, scratched his neat short hair, squinted his eyes half-closed and looked at the decayed old tree in front of the door and yawned.

He first went to the yard to look at the vegetables.

The cabbage is more crystal clear by the rain, and the round water drops roll on the yellow corn, and the other small vegetable seedlings don't look too damaged.He smiled slightly, turned around and sat on the stone platform under the eaves, and started his daily practice.

This is Mingxi's hometown, Mingjia Village.

The ancestral house of Ming Xi's family is here. Grandpa Ming went to the city after he made a fortune, and he would come back to pay respects to his ancestors and clean the cemetery during festivals.The feng shui of Mingjia Village is very good. For so many years in the last days, Mingjia Village has really lived in a paradise with its unique mountains and rivers.When the end of the world came, there were not many zombies in the village, but there were quite a few supernatural beings, which were more than enough to deal with the evolved animals and plants.They are self-sufficient and live a fairly comfortable life.

When Mingxi first arrived, he was really shocked.

The village was kept quite intact. Mingxi stood under the earthen wall and rang the wind chime. After a while, a healthy young man stood on the wall and asked questions.After hearing that he was the grandson of Confucianism in the Ming Dynasty in Mingjia Village, the young man quickly went back and invited an old man from the old people's association in the village.Ming Xi was able to answer all the old man's questions with reason and evidence. In addition, he saw that Ming Xi looked a bit like a Ming Dynasty Confucian, so he agreed.

Nearly ten years after the end of the world, Mingxi didn't expect his ancestral house to be empty, and when he asked, he was transferred.

Over the years, there have been quite a few people in the Ming family village who have ventured out, and many of them are spreading their branches outside.After the end of the world, many people returned to their hometowns with their families.Later, many refugees continued to seek refuge in Mingjia Village.Too many people, not enough houses.At the beginning, those vacant ancestral houses were not allocated at the request of the village elders' association—most of the people who left their ancestral houses sent money back to the village every year to take care of them.So did Myung Hee's grandfather.

Later, the last few years have passed, and those people have not come back. Who knows if they are still alive?In this way, the house was robbed.The same is true of Mingxi's ancestral house.After he came back, he really took a lot of effort to get back to the ancestral house.The people who lived in the ancestral house were aliens with supernatural powers. After Grandpa Mingxi made a fortune, he repaired the ancestral house a lot. They liked it very much when they saw it.

They are not the only people who look at this ancestral house, but they are the most capable. There are six out of ten people with supernatural powers, so they occupy this house alone.Over the years, they have faintly assumed the posture of the king of the mountain, and their actions have become more and more chaotic. People in the village dare not speak out.

After confirming Ming Xi's identity, Ming Shoukang, the representative of the Old People's Association, told him to let him live elsewhere and not to provoke those people.But how could Mingxi be afraid?Walking to the ancestral house calmly, no one dared to go in, no one knew what happened inside, only that the newcomer moved in that night, but the dozen or so people moved out.What's even more amazing is that they didn't make trouble.

Later, the people in the village saw that Mingxi was very powerful, and it was extremely easy to deal with the zombies invading from outside. He looked aloof and flamboyant, but his temper was not sharp.More importantly, Mingxi is from this village!Now, Ming Xi has become the new leader of Ming Family Village.

Over the years, the position is as stable as a mountain.

Ming Xi had practiced for two hours when someone shouted at the door outside the yard.He opened his eyes, and the people in the village knew that he didn't like to go out, and they wouldn't bother him when he was free.

He opened the door and saw that it was Ming Rui, the son of Ming Shoukang, the leader of the old man's society.Because Mingjia Village is located in a remote place, the traffic is congested, and it is obvious that the folk customs of the past are preserved. The status of the village head, secretary and others here is not as good as that of the old people's association.The old people's association is composed of respected old people over 50 years old in Mingjia Village, and their words are more effective than the village head.Ming Shoukang has passed away. Ming Rui has studied and behaved very well. He took over his father's position the year before last and became a member of the old people's association.Because he is also a supernatural person at the same time, he became a leader when all the old people in the old people's association are ordinary old men. It can be said that he has inherited his father's mantle and is very glorious.

Every time Mingrui came to see him, it was always because of something important, so Mingxi asked: "Uncle Rui, what's the matter?" Then he let him in and poured tea for him.

"... Tsk tsk, good tea!" Ming Rui took a sip and gave a thumbs up, "Your skill is getting better and better."

Ming Xi smiled slightly: "I'll pack a few catties for Uncle Rui later and take it home."

There is a mountain near here where tea trees are planted, but there used to be outsiders who bought farms in that place and raised a large number of cattle, sheep and horses. After the end of the world, the situation of zombies or evolution of those animals is very serious.No one is going to get into trouble just for that little tea.But Mingxi went there, dug several tea trees and came back, and even gave two tea trees to the elderly.The villagers of the Ming family love tea, especially the elderly, and they are very happy to have a tea tree.It's a pity that I don't know if the water and soil are not acclimatized. These tea trees all died within a month.

Therefore, Mingxi had no choice but to pick tea when he wanted to drink tea. He picked two large bags of tea and asked the villagers to fry them. After the frying was finished, he shared half of them with them, which surprised the villagers endlessly.

But some people don't know how to be satisfied, and some people even ask Mingxi to pick a little more each time, and it is reasonable for each family to share a little.

It doesn't feel the same as being forced by others.Ming Xi didn't bother to argue with the old man, so he simply fried it himself.At the beginning, I spoiled a lot of tea leaves, and it gradually got better after receiving Ming Rui's guidance.He reciprocated, knowing that Mr. Ming Shoukang liked to drink tea very much, so he would send a few catties to him in the future.

Ming Rui was not polite, and nodded with a smile: "That's kind!" The creases at the corners of his eyes deepened because of his smile, but he quickly restrained his smile.

"I came here today to discuss something with you. These days, I don't know why there are always howls coming from the top of the mountain over there. It sounds weird and scary. The people at the top of the village were so scared that they couldn't sleep for several nights. It's a crime." I thought, when the Xuehua Road is easier to walk, the village will organize people to go and have a look. There are walls around these years, although life is safe, but the hidden dangers there always make me feel uneasy, even if someday those The monster crossed the river and flattened our village. Look, can you lead a team? If you go, those people will have the confidence to go!"

In the past few days, Mingxi also heard strange movements on the other side of the mountain, and was thinking of going to see it in a few days.So he nodded: "I agree, but it's fine for the team leader. I don't have the talent, and I still have the strength to protect them from the sidelines. You can organize your staff and set a date to tell me, and I will definitely go."

Ming Rui laughed happily, and walked away with the tea in his hand.

Mingxi raised his head and looked in the direction of the village, the mountains were layer upon layer, and the greenery was striking.

Since he wanted to go to the other side of the mountain to have a look, he went back to the house to prepare some things.

He advanced two years ago, and now he is at the early stage of Golden Core cultivation.Without the assistance of pills and spirit stones, and relying solely on corpse crystals and spirit crystals, his practice is very slow, but the benefits are not without. The spiritual power in his body is very pure and stable, every strand is refined by himself, and the purity is natural Not to be underestimated.

Over the years in Mingjia Village, he has also studied many simple pills, which have little effect on him, but have significant effects on ordinary people and people with supernatural powers.After all, this is his hometown, why wouldn't Mingxi look forward to it?

However, now there is a problem in front of him.

The zombie animals encountered in Mingjia Village now have a maximum of fourteen levels, which is equivalent to the seventh level of Qi training.Moreover, the higher the level of strength, the more violent the zombified species, and some even exploded themselves.

Ming Xi has studied it, and thinks that the result is that the spiritual energy accumulated in the body is too much and cannot be absorbed and transformed by himself.His thoughts diverged to the supernatural beings, and it actually made him realize that the stronger the supernatural beings, the less stable their power would be.He has investigated Ming Cheng, the most powerful young man in the village. He has the strength of the twelfth level, and he said that he always feels powerless when practicing for a while, and occasionally shows signs of losing control.

He even made a rare trip to the mountains to observe the powerful people outside, and found that this problem was common.The imperial capital base also specifically allowed the research institute to develop potions for controlling power.The supernatural beings across the country have fallen into an undercurrent of panic, and nothing major has happened yet. If some supernatural beings explode themselves like zombie species, then this undercurrent will be enough to sweep the country and even the world

It was only then that Mingxi remembered Shen Ling's words back then: The power stored in the false dantian is unstable...

Because it is unstable, it is difficult to make progress at a certain point, and even lose control.At that time, he was able to cultivate immortality because the false dantian was abolished by the illusion. He thought that if he wanted to save the supernatural beings, he had to abolish their current strength and cultivate immortality from scratch.It's just that no one in the village pays much attention to this issue, and he can't.However, he transmitted his guess thousands of miles to Song Shucheng.

Although he left the Bianlu base, he still remembered his promise.Therefore, an introduction was left there, and as long as the base was in trouble, he would be able to know and go to rescue.

Who would be willing to give up the power accumulated over the years?

Mingxi's heart skipped a beat as he was packing up his things.He frowned and covered his chest, felt again that there was nothing unusual, and then threw it aside.

At this moment, outside the Ming family village.

on a certain mountain.A chubby thing cried and pulled its head from the ground, with two bubbles of tears rolling in its eyes, it looked extremely wronged.Tears fell down like beads, making pits one after another on the snow.