Chapter 33 Small Village

Pingjiang carefully avoided a wave of bandits running around. His village was located in Jinyan Prefecture, which was the closest state to Fenglin in the Chiyan Dynasty. Originally, like Huoyuan Prefecture and Xie Bingzhou, it was one of the only three states in the Chiyan Dynasty in the imperial capital.

In recent years, the stormy countries have been repeatedly provoked, and there have been more and more wars between the two countries, and the number of bandits in Jinyanzhou has also increased. In Jinyanzhou, troops have also been transferred several times to suppress it, but in the face of these guys who have no fixed position, the effect is very small.

These are all heard along the road of Pingjiang River, and I also know that many villages in Jinyanzhou have been looted by bandits. I don't know how my village is now.

"Go away, old man, don't pretend to be dead."

Pingjiang looked up, and a team escorting prisoners in front of him was surrounded by prisoners and guards in the second half. An old woman, a beautiful young woman and a thin girl about * years old, pounced on the old woman. It should be her relatives.

A military guard stabbed the old woman with a long gun, but the old woman had no response. Then he turned around and reported to the captain who was a little impatient. The captain clicked and waved his hand.

In the sad crying of the young woman and the sad and numb tears of the little girl, the old woman was carried by two guards and thrown into the nearby forest. In Jinyan Prefecture, there are many mountains and small forests are scattered everywhere.

Pingjiang did not hide from them, but just sat under a tree eating dry food. When he came out of the fog forest, Elder Xu gave him some silver, and Lei Waner also secretly gave him some, so he bought some dry food in several villages he passed.

"Bah, this desperate guy actually has dry food to eat! "Oh, dried meat!" When the two guards came out of the forest, they took a look at the Pingjiang River under the tree. My eyes lit up.

Pingjiang moved and flashed the hand stretched out by the guard.

"A beggar, you want to die!" The guard saw that he had been captured a few times, but he was actually dodged away. He was furious, pulled out a knife from his waist, and cut his head to Pingjiang's head.

Why is the mainland outside like this now? There is no difference between this army and those bandits and bandits!

"TMD, what's going on!" The guard was stunned. Looking at the knife handed over by Pingjiang, and then looking at his empty hands, he inexplicably dared not pick up the knife. The other guard next to him changed his face, quickly took the knife carefully, and quickly pulled the stupid guy back to the prisoner.

After a while, the two came back with more than a dozen guards, but the beggar-like young man had disappeared.

Four or five days later, Pingjiang stepped into a mountain with trepidation and excitement, and the seemingly familiar scenes made him start to feel timid. After he crossed several faintly impressive rivers, a noisy small market appeared in front of him.

How could this happen? What about Hewan Village? It should be here! Pingjiang pulled several young people next to him in a panic and asked, "Isn't this Hewan Village?"

The captured young man struggled for a moment and did not break free. He stared at Pingjiang and said, "I know about Hewan Village, more than a dozen nearby villages, and there is no such thing as Hewan Village."

"How could this happen, Hewan Village? Teacher..." While Pingjiang was stunned, the young man suddenly struggled. This time, his arm did not move, but woke up the stunned Pingjiang. He let go of his hand, looked at the lively market, and frowned. Those young men also scolded and walked away.

"Young man, are you looking for Hewan Village?"

Pingjiang looked at the talking old man and moved his heart. Yes, if you want to ask, you should also ask the old man. He hurriedly asked, "Yes, Uncle, I remember it's right here!"

The old man smoked a cigarette and didn't say anything. Pingjiang remembered what Lei Waner had said and quickly reached out to take out a piece of silver and handed it to the old man. Unfortunately, although Lei Waner had taught Pingjiang these, she did not tell him how much to hand over.

The old man was shocked when he looked at a whole piece of silver with four or five taels in front of him. He quickly reached out to take it, pinched it hard and picked it up with a smile. This scene was seen by several young people who had just walked far away and whispered.

"Hewan Village is about six... No, it should have been seven years. Hey, I can't remember it clearly. Anyway, the whole village suddenly moved away six or seven years ago, and I haven't seen them since.

"Move away?! So where have they moved?

The old man shook his head: "No one knows this. However, I heard that one night before they moved away, there was a flash of colorful light in Hewan Village, red, green, all kinds of light, like fireworks. By the way, there is also the sound of thunder. The surrounding villages say that someone in Hewan Village may have offended the river god, so they have to move away.

"River God?" Pingjiang thought for a moment, and suddenly a panic surged up in his heart. Before I saw the realm of Xingguang and Elder Xu, I might be at a loss, but now I know that the old man's so-called colorful light must be a master above Xingguang here.

"Yes, if it hadn't been angered by the river god, why move away in such a hurry and empty it at once. Later, we didn't dare to come to this place, but after two years, we have been safe and sound. Everyone saw that this location was very good, and the surrounding villagers partnered and turned this place into a small market.

"Abo, do you remember the people in Hewan Village?"

The old man smiled and said, "Hewan Village is not in this mountain, but a group of people who suddenly moved in more than ten years ago. They don't like to deal with the surrounding villages, and they have disappeared after living for a few years. No one will recognize it."

Pingjiang left the old man and asked some elderly people, and the answer was almost the same.

Why did the teacher suddenly send himself away? Does it have anything to do with the battle that night? If the teacher sent himself away, why didn't he look for it later?

Is there something wrong with the teacher? Pingjiang was nervous and knew that there was no basis for these speculations, but it was still difficult to calm down.

Pingjiang walked out of the mountains and felt that the road ahead was a little confused.

Now that the village is gone, where should I go? Pingjiang crumpled impatiently to the side, with a loud click, and a thick tree was directly cut off.

"Hey... Lao Liu, old, boss, can he break that tree?"

"Slap off a P, the boss can shake that tree!"

Several young people ambushed in the forest, seeing this scene, their faces changed completely, quickly withdrew their heads, hurriedly said a few words, and then ran away in frustration.

Pingjiang has felt those people for a long time, but he didn't care. At this time, he looked at his palm in a stunned manner and suddenly remembered what Elder Xu said before leaving, and couldn't help clenching his fist.

Teacher, if you don't come to me, you must be in trouble! I will practice well. I will definitely help you next time we meet!

Pingjiang walked forward calmly, and although the internal breath in his body was slow, it was still running steadily.

The fifth level of skill, the stream. On weekdays, whether you walk or sleep, you don't need to run deliberately, and the skills will still operate by themselves. At this time, whether it is the total amount of internal interest or the rapid conversion of internal interest during battle, it is several times higher than the water level.