Please ask the dream.

Chapter 675 What is an Acting School?
Fearing that a casual word would mean the end of the exploration, Feng Xue carefully observed the villagers.

This village is not that big. Rather than being a proper real village, it is more like one in a game, where seven or eight houses and a dozen NPCs are considered a village.

Of course, in reality there are villages with only a dozen people, but the problem is that there are too many people!

Yes, compared to the small village that looks like a game novice village, there are actually more than a dozen idle people!
You know, population and visible number are two different concepts, because there can't be too many people doing nothing in the village, not to mention that most of these people are men!
Although it’s okay for the dreamland to be a little strange, the more fantastic it is, the more you should follow your intuition!

If it is a small village, there should be fewer people and houses. If it is a large town, there should be more people and houses. In any case, there should not be a situation where there are few houses but many people.

But Feng Xue's doubts were soon relieved -

Because he noticed that the muscle structure of a man playing cards on the roadside was full of explosive power.

This is not a muscle that a hunter or a farmer can develop. He either has served in the army and received formal military training, or he has some side job.

After discovering this, Feng Xue looked at other passers-by and suddenly an epiphany occurred to him.

Although they all looked like farmers and hunters, only the people coming out of the big house in the center, which was obviously the home of a local rich man, wore clothes made of fine fabrics. But whether they were hunters, farmers, servants walking out of the house, or even the only two women on the street, they all had very good body proportions.

An ordinary person would be fooled by the superb acting skills, but for Feng Xue, who had studied abroad at the Songyue family, he could see the well-polished body at a glance.

"How could I have forgotten that this is a fantasy dreamland with a martial arts background! Evil Valley? Chinese Pavilion? Peace Inn?"

Feng Xue's mind suddenly popped up a lot of scenes of masters who had retired from the world, knights who were tired of disputes, ronin whose sects had been destroyed, and other characters who gathered together for warmth and retired from the world. The small village in front of him, which seemed so counterintuitive, suddenly became reasonable.

"According to the plot of an old online novel, the protagonist was born in such a novice village. He always thought he was weak because his fighting ability was the last in the village and he couldn't even beat the chicken raised by the blacksmith next door. Later, he went to the martial arts world and killed anyone who stood in his way. In the end, he found out that the village was full of peerless masters, and even the chicken was a divine beast or something..."

Although Feng Xue felt that these people were only slightly stronger based on their aura and intuition, but their martial arts background! Playing the pig to eat the tiger is also a basic setting. Who knows, maybe they are the sweeping monk?

Feng Xue gently stroked his chin with his fingers. He wandered around the village entrance for a while and finally decided to go into the village to take a look. Just as he was about to raise his hand, he saw a young man approaching him and said in a humble tone like a villager who had never seen the world:
"My dear hero, may I ask what brings you to our little village?"

"Oh, good acting, but it was exposed in the end. After all, ordinary villagers can't stand in this kind of offensive and defensive posture." Feng Xue saw through the mystery contained in the other party's seemingly cowardly posture, but did not say it out loud. Now the other party was obviously worried that he would disrupt the tranquility here. He thought about it and said:

"I heard that there are some underworld forces on Luoyun Mountain, so I came here to pay my respects. I don't know..."

"Ah, this..." The young man showed some genuine doubts on his face, then shook his head and said:

"Sir, you are asking the wrong person. In our small village, how can we know where the heroes who fly high and low go? Even if we see them, they will disappear in a flash. How can we know where they go?"

"Good fellow, why are you speaking in the same tone as an ancient Chinese translator?" Feng Xue was shocked and speechless, but still said:

"May I ask who has the most profound knowledge in this village? I would like to meet him!"

"Ah!" The young man was slightly surprised and waved his hands quickly:
"How can I be worthy of a visit from you, hero? I will take you to see Uncle Quan right now!"

Having said that, he immediately turned around and was about to take Feng Xue to the village. Feng Xue raised her eyebrows, but laughed secretly in her heart. Although the young man pretended very well, even Feng Xue's master-level acting skills could not find any flaws, but when he mentioned the greeting, he still revealed a momentary flaw, which was caught by his keen intuition.

There is no doubt that the young man was afraid the moment Feng Xue said he wanted to meet the most knowledgeable person in the village, but his fear was not because he was afraid that Feng Xue would hurt the scholar. Instead, he was afraid with a sense of regret, as if he should have made up a lie to get away with it.

There is no doubt that he knows something about the sects and forces on the mountain!

However, Feng Xue also noticed that at this moment, a servant who seemed to have come out to fetch water came back to the mansion with a bucket. Although his movements looked very natural, Feng Xue had no doubt that he was going back to report the news.

……

A moment later, Feng Xue walked into the mansion and saw the so-called "Uncle Quan", but at this moment, Feng Xue had only one thought in his mind -

"Too fake!"

In fact, judging from his attire alone, this man's disguise is very good. Whether it is the position of his beard, the color of his hair, or the wrinkles on his face, they are exactly the same as those of a real middle-aged or elderly person. But the problem lies precisely here, because the furnishings in the room have not been changed in time.

"You're pretending to be old just because I'm here? This is really interesting."

Feng Xue was like a gamer who was looking for hidden tasks. He didn't care what the other party was thinking. He just clasped his hands and said:

"Old man, I want to ask you, do you know where the Jianghu forces on this mountain are?"

When Uncle Quan heard this, he suppressed the urge to slap the guide to death. What should he say? When he led the team here before, he killed them?
And silencing him is not an option. This is a dreamland and the other party is an architect. Even if he is killed, it will only expose more information.

He thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth, thinking that he would rather die than let his friend die, so he simply said:

"Master, ask the people in Jianghu. I don't know, but a few days ago, a group of people came out of the mountains. They didn't look like hunters from the nearby villages. They seemed to be heading north."

"The mission is here!" Feng Xue secretly sighed in his heart, but felt that it would be a waste to just leave like this, so he just followed up with a sentence -

"Old man, although I don't do business at a loss, I don't like to owe others. So, if you have any enemies, I will help you deal with them, which can be regarded as repaying you for the information."

“No…” Uncle Quan was about to say no, but he suddenly remembered the previous information and couldn’t help but suck his teeth in his heart. What if this guy said something like “You have no enemies, then I can help you kill yourself”, then he would be in trouble!
If a character is stuck and dies, then it's dead, but if the opponent finds out that you are a character stuck after killing him, that would be a disaster!

So, just when Feng Xue was thinking about asking a stupid question in order to create a character, the old man suddenly changed his attitude and showed a very realistic expression of hatred and said:

"Since you are so willing, I won't hide it from you. Among the group of people that came out of the mountain, there was a man with a scar on his eyebrow. If you can kill him, I will reward you handsomely!"

While speaking, he also gave a secret signal to the guide next to him. Upon seeing this, the guide immediately said in a very low voice:

"My hero, Uncle Quan's son was killed by those bastards..."

(End of this chapter)