On the flat field of Niuxin Village used to dry rice, a group of rural soldiers were training, while Gao Zhijian frowned and sat on a big rock. Looking at the rural soldiers practicing martial arts in front of him, he was still thinking about what had happened before.

"The other brothers don't believe everything I said."

Logically speaking, he should be angry, but Gao Zhijian did not, because even he himself could not fully believe his chaotic memory that was gradually awakening.

It is very likely that I am the emperor. In my memory, I live in the palace and there are many people who revolve around me, and I can get whatever I want.

But that memory was not completed, and a large part of it was empty intermittently, and the place that was disconnected was replaced by various strange ways of death and life experiences that were completely different from the palace.

The memories in my mind seemed not to be alone, but were stitched together with pieces of big and small size.

This also made Gao Zhijian very suspicious whether everything in his memory was fake, or that I am like Senior Brother Li, a madman?

Logically speaking, he should look for everything in the past, distinguish these chaotic memories, and find his true self.

But if he doesn't want to go back unless it is necessary, he wants to stay here, and he decides that it's good now. Because he likes Niu Xincun and also likes the name Gao Zhijian, he is Gao Zhijian.

Immediately afterwards, a furry figure flashed through his mind, and a honest smile appeared on his face.

Everyone lives together, calm and comfortable. In the past in memory, even the magnificent palace, although they eat and wear warmly, they are very... cold and uncomfortable in their impressions. He doesn't like it.

It is rare to be confused in this world, why do you have to make everything so clear? Just live in the present. Anyway, there seems to be no one worth looking for in the memories of the past.

Gao Zhijian, who was sitting there, thought a lot of things, but when he came to his senses, he found that these more than a dozen village soldiers were waving wooden halberds, and these guys were taking advantage of their distraction to get lazy.

"Huh?" Gao Zhijian picked up a small stick and walked over. He found that the position was wrong. He knocked it directly. It could hurt but would not hurt. His methods were very sophisticated.

These people are too thin and must practice stronger, develop enough energy and energy, and then practice the military martial arts.

My current job is to train a village soldier from Niuxin Village as directed by Senior Brother Li.

Time ended with the sighs and howlings of these rural soldiers. Supper and heavy physical training made them all become big eaters and eat voraciously.

They could make them suffer so much, but none of them wanted to escape. Apart from the white face every day, they were rewarded with 100 cents a month.

Today's supper was fried rice with soy sauce, which was oily and salty, and used a lot of lard, which was very suitable for replenishing lost physical strength and was also very easy to cook. In the crowd, I didn't see Chun Xiaoman having a meal.

Gao Zhijian was silently careful.

After dinner, he walked to the kitchen, set up the stove and fryed two poached eggs, covered them with soy sauce fried rice, and walked towards the Bai Family Ancestral Hall with bowls and chopsticks. When he arrived at the lobby below the ancestral hall, he saw Chun Xiaoman and several people reciting the words of the White Lotus Sect.

"Eat." Gao Zhijian brought the bowl to Chun Xiaoman.

"Hey! Big tall, you are so amazing. Just bring someone's meal, right? We haven't eaten yet!" Lu Xiucai on the side said with dissatisfaction. However, Gao Zhijian was too lazy to see him, so he delivered the bowl to Chun Xiaoman again.

Chun Xiaoman stopped and said to the others: "Let's get here today, go for supper first."

The four girls nodded respectfully and walked along the stairs with Lu Xiucai who looked disgusted.

After they all left, Chun Xiaoman held the bowl and asked while eating, "What's wrong with you? Are those people still obedient?"

"It's better..."

"Hey, I can't do it here. There are few people in the whole village who can memorize these lyrics, and they also need to have high understanding. People with low understanding will not respond no matter how they recite it." "All of them are people, and I don't know why there are so many differences. If you learn it all, you will learn it. Alas, I'll say something, you may not believe it. The person with the highest understanding is actually the bad guy, Lu Xiucai. You haven't seen such a show."

Gao Zhijian stood by and listened silently, watching Chun Xiaoman's endless talk.

After Chun Xiaoman expressed her dissatisfaction, she also finished her bowl of soy sauce fried rice.

Just as Gao Zhijian was about to pick up the empty bowl and leave, Chun Xiaoman's words rang out from behind. "Zhijian, you don't have to deliver food to me in the future. The child will leave it for me in the kitchen."

Chun Xiaoman, with a complicated expression, pursed his lips and finally said, "I swear before, wanting to be a girl who will never marry for the rest of my life. Now there is still no intention to change, so do you understand what I want to say?"

"Um"

"Don't blame me for being too straightforward, but everyone is a senior brother and sister who shares life and death. I just want to say it in advance with ease, but I don't want to end up not even having to do it. And I will say this to Zhao Wu."

Gao Zhijian stood there silently. Only he himself knew how painful his heart was. The empty bowl in his hand was cracked by him.

Chun Xiaoman walked to him, looked at his eyes seriously and said, "In this chaotic world, it is not easy for us disabled people to have such a stable home. We must cherish all this very much."

"You must know that in other places, we are only sold, beaten and treated as ghosts, and are completely unworthy of being regarded as human beings. So Zhijian, let's focus on our business, but we must work hard to protect this family."

"Yes." Holding the empty bowl in his hand, Gao Zhijian nodded in a lonely expression, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Looking at his back, Chun Xiaoman felt a little worried, but she still felt that it would be better to talk about this as soon as possible.

Chun Xiaoman sat cross-legged on the ground again, picked up the books on the ground and recited them again.

Although these magical skills of crafting spirits are incomparable to Senior Brother Li's magical powers, she still learns them very seriously.

Her understanding is not as good as that of Lu Xiucai, but diligence can make up for her shortcomings. If she doesn’t study for six hours a day, then she will study for seven hours and eight hours.

The essence of sincerity is to open up, and some simple gods can now barely use it.

Anyway, she no longer wants to go back to the situation where she was sold by her own father and had no power to resist.

Just as Chun Xiaoman was fully focused, the noisy footsteps came from the stairwell.

Soon, Lu Xiucai, with a panic look on his face, rushed down, "Hurry!! Something happened! A group of horses rushed to our village, and they killed everyone they saw!! Several people have died!"

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Chapter completed!