Mutated Tao Chapter 177: Village

Bai Lingmiao followed Li Huowang, hurried on the road silently, and occasionally took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat of himself and Li Huowang.

Now that the dog days are getting closer and closer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Even if you are on the road in the morning when the sun is not big, you will continue to sweat.

San wiped his sweat again, Bai Lingmiao thought about it, and suggested to Li Huowang: "Brother Li, it's too hot in the afternoon, why don't we rest in the afternoon and get up early tomorrow morning."

"Yeah." Li Huowang took out the map from the carriage and read it again.

They are still in the territory of the Siqi Kingdom. Fortunately, the original map has not been thrown away, and it can still be used.

"I won't eat at noon today, hurry up, there is a village ahead, go there overnight."

As soon as they heard that there was a bed to sleep in, everyone immediately cheered up, and their steps quickened.

After walking for another hour, when everyone who walked was thirsty, they finally saw fields that had been opened up by the roadside.

Behind the fields, there is a large stretch of black-tiled houses connected together, and the village is here.

"Look at the flowers beside the field, the flowers are really red."

Bai Lingmiao, with joy in her eyes, was about to pick it up, but was held back by Li Huowang.

"Don't go, that flower is not right."

Li Huowang looked vigilantly at the large flowers that rolled back and unfolded, with slightly shrunken edges.

"This is the flower of the other shore."

Although I don't know who I heard it from, but in Li Huowang's memory, this flower seems to be a bit evil.

As soon as Li Huowang said this, there was a sudden silence, and everyone was at a loss, not knowing what the other party meant.

"Haha, you are not as good as me, I admit my mistake,"

A hearty child's voice sounded from the side.

When everyone heard the reputation, they saw a barefoot boy laughing there carrying a bamboo basket taller than him. He seemed to be only seven or eight years old.

"This is not the other shore flower. Let me tell you, it is called crab flower. My mother said that this kind of flower cannot be fed to pigs. If pigs eat it, they will have a stomachache and lose weight easily."

The boy reached out and took out a sickle from the basket behind his back, and chopped a few crab flowers casually.

Looking at his dismissive look, it is obvious that he is often seen, probably someone who lives in this village.

Li Huowang thought for a while and walked over, "Child, what are you doing?"

"Hit pigweed, I have two pigs in my family! I eat pigweed every day, how many pigs do you have?"

When he learned that Li Huowang's family didn't have any pigs, he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. "Haha! Your family is so poor, it's not as rich as ours."

"Yes, my family is very poor, does your family live here? Can you show us?"

"Okay!" The child walked towards the village with Li Huowang and others without any scheming.

"By the way, are you still fighting?"

"There was a war? There was no war. The third uncle who was conscripted to serve in the army before has returned."

"Oh, that's a good thing, it's better not to fight."

Such a simple child, everything he knows is quickly covered by Li Huowang's stereotypes.

This village is called Qianjia Village, with a total of several hundred people, not too big or too small.

People in the village plow the fields in summer, and go to the nearby forest to hunt mountain goods in winter to make a living.

In Siqi, there are many such mountain villages, nothing special. These villages are generally more exclusive, but under the offensive of copper coins, Li Huowang finally stayed at the child's house temporarily.

In an old guest room, two heavy swords were placed on the table, and Li Huowang instantly felt a lot more relaxed.

Just as I was about to unload the "Daganlu" on my waist with my hand, it was empty.

It was only then that Li Huowang realized that his "Daqianlu" had been used up during the previous battle.

"Hey." To be honest, Li Huowang still has some regrets.

Although "Daganlu" is expensive, it does not require practice or cultivation.

As long as you can pay the corresponding price, you can get the corresponding ability.

Without it, I can deal with troubles by myself, and now I can only rely on the sword given by my master.

"By the way, there are these things." Li Huowang took out the "Fire Jacket Scripture" wrapped in white wax, and studied it carefully.

There are gains and losses, this thing is still very unfamiliar, and you need to practice a lot...

As long as you practice it, you will have an extra life-saving means in your hand.

Bai Lingmiao, who came in with a plate of roasted sweet potatoes, saw the focused back, and retreated lightly.

At the door, she held the plate of roasted sweet potatoes and thought for a while, with a hint of joy on her face, and walked towards her and Xiaoman's room. "Miss Xiaoman, do you want to eat the freshly baked sweet potatoes?"

But as soon as Bai Lingmiao entered the room, he saw Chun Xiaoman, holding his stomach and vomiting into a spittoon.

She suddenly turned pale with shock, put down the sweet potato, walked over and patted her on the back for a while, before Chun Xiaoman regained her strength, sat on the edge of the bed in shock, clutching her neck and gasping for breath.

"Miss Xiaoman? Are you eating the wrong thing? No, everyone eats in the same pot. Why is it that you have something to do and others are all right?"

Xiao Man shook his head. "It's okay, I guess I kicked the quilt in bed last night, and got a cold."

"But when I slept with you, you never had the habit of kicking the quilt."

Seeing the doubt in Bai Lingmiao's eyes, Chun Xiaoman quickly said: "Sister, go to the kitchen and help me make some **** soup. I beg you, I'm really uncomfortable."

"Then... well."

When Bai Lingmiao walked away with three steps, Chun Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she lifted the quilt on the bed, and a blood-red bamboo slip appeared in front of her instantly.

"Daqianlu" was found by Chun Xiaoman from that cave and secretly hid it.

Having seen Senior Brother Li use it many times, Chun Xiaoman already understood what it meant.

However, she obviously overestimated her ability to bear, thinking of the **** and terrifying rituals recorded.

"Ouch!"

At this moment, she finally understood what Senior Brother Li had paid and how much he had paid.

However, after vomiting, Chun Xiaoman gritted his teeth again and continued to read.

Compared with these tortures, Chun Xiaoman cares more about being in favor of others.

She was not reconciled, and every time something went wrong, Senior Brother Li would take the lead, making herself very useless like this.

Ever since killing his father, Chun Xiaoman has made up his mind that he will never be a waste.

"Brother Li hold on, so can I!" Chun Xiaoman pulled "Daqianlu" with both hands, and read it through gritted teeth.

At this time, Bai Lingmiao, who was making **** tea in the kitchen, looked at the firewood in the stove with a sad face.

"I spit it out like that, and it's been weird recently. Could it be that I'm really happy?"

"Senior brother Li is impossible, I sleep with him every day."

"Whose would it be? Gouwa's? Gao Zhijian's? Sun Baolu? But when will Miss Xiaoman follow?"

Bai Lingmiao put her legs together, a blush appeared on her face.

But after the embarrassment passed, Bai Lingmiao was very worried about her sister's situation.

If this long-distance traveler is really pregnant, it may be difficult to hurry.

Just when she was worried, she suddenly felt someone standing behind her.

Bai Lingmiao frowned, smelling the same scent as her own, "What's wrong?"

Behind her, Ershen's red hijab shook slightly. "Bring on the drums, there is work to do in the village."