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

The wheels started turning again.

Shen Qing walked into the village with a group of people.

Shangao Village is geographically remote and few people from outside come here, especially those who seem to have a special status.

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

"Look at how handsome he is. He has beautiful eyes."

"What kind of material is his clothes made of? It looks so shiny. It's such 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 respond to the villagers.

"Li Zheng, someone is coming."

The headman removed the pipe from his lips, and the shiny pipe gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

He stroked the surface of the pipe lightly with his fingers, placed the pipe beside the door, shook it, and then placed it on the threshold 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 the provincial capital of Jinzhou and had seen some of the market.

Looking at Shen Qing's clothes and temperament, he realized that the person in front of him was either rich or noble, and somewhat unusual.

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

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

Although he was slightly injured, his consciousness was still sharp and he could tell that the man in front of him was just an ordinary person whose qi and blood had been declining and who had never practiced martial arts.

Shen Qing smiled slightly, with a playful arc on the corner of his mouth, and said: "No need to mention your last name Shen."

"So it's Master Shen in person." The village head was very polite and continued to test: "I wonder where Master Shen came from to our little place, what he wants, and whether he needs our help?"

As Shen Qing fought his way out of the sea of ​​blood, he couldn't help but exude the aura of a superior, which made the village head, who had a keen eye, dare not underestimate him.

The head of the village felt the elusive aura of Shen Qing and became more respectful.

"I came from Kyoto and wanted 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, please don't joke."

These villagers have been living on their own small piece of land for years, knowing very little about the outside world and not even recognizing all the places.

Not to mention martial artists in the Yuanshen realm and Kongyou realm who possess powers that reach the heavens and penetrate the earth.

To them, these rare beings in the world are no different from immortals.

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

When the village head saw Shen Qing's calmness, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be?
He was a little unsure.

Places like Kyoto are where only the rich and powerful can live.

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

Not only that, his hands and feet are somewhat similar to those of the martial artist in the next village, so he must have practiced martial arts as well.

Ordinary people like them are no match for him.

Immediately, the village head said respectfully: "Since Mr. 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 among the crowd, with a confused look on his face, not knowing what the head of the village meant.

The head of the village said, "You brought this Mr. Shen back with you, 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 head of the village, he swallowed his words back.

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

The many villagers who had gathered at his doorstep also dispersed.

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

Along the way, villagers cast curious glances at them, some took the initiative to come forward to say hello, while others stood in the distance and watched silently.

Shen Qing ignored him. After a while, Chen Gouzi brought Shen Qing to an old house.

"My Lord, this is my home."

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

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

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

Hearing Chen Gouzi's shouting, 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.

When she saw Shen Qing, she noticed Shen Qing was looking at her and she hid back timidly.

The peasant woman saw Chen Gouzi and pulled him aside, saying urgently, "What should we do with our daughter if that bastard comes tomorrow?"

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, was silent for a while and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

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

During this journey, he kept practicing the Six Paths of Reincarnation and secretly took a magic pill. He recovered a lot of his strength and regained basic mobility, but there was still a long way to go.

He still needs some time.

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

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

Apart from that, the huge space was left with only yellow walls, which made it look very poor.

It is no exaggeration to say that the family is penniless.

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

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

Shen Qing nodded slightly without saying anything.

Outside the house, the woman wiped away her tears and returned to the house. She pulled the little girl aside and said, "Sir, I will go make a bed for you."

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

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

"No need!"

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

In the past, whenever the officials from the city came, they would not leave without giving them a round of gifts and making sure they were well fed and well watered.

Sometimes, the good-looking women from other families would be kept by them and they would take turns playing with them.

She thought Shen Qing was such a person, but she didn't expect Shen Qing to want nothing.

This is quite rare.

Shen Qing didn't explain too much. He walked to a clean place, sat cross-legged and calmed his mind.

Seeing him like this, the woman stopped bothering him.

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

The futon was so large that it almost covered her body, making it difficult for her to lift it, as if she would fall at any moment.

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

He took the futon and placed it under him, saying calmly, "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 said patiently without being impatient.

"Is it fun there?"

Shen Qing said, "It's not very fun, but there's 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 dimmed quickly: "I can't go. I'm going to die tomorrow." (End of this chapter)