In the nameless valley, a hidden cave, like Zhou Yi, who entered the old monk in meditation, woke up slowly, breathed a sigh of relief, muttered to himself: "Skin trauma has finally returned home!" After a moment of silence, "It has been three days, no one has chased me, and I have not found any monks nearby. I think it should be safe, so I will go out and take a look!"

It has been three days since Zhou Yi escaped from the sky that day. For these three days, he has been hiding in a hidden cave in this valley to recover from his injuries. The severity of the injury exceeded Zhou Yi's estimate. In the three days, he only recovered from skin trauma, and his internal injuries were still very serious. Fortunately, he was strong and his actions had no effect.

Withdrawing the hidden formation, Zhou Yi walked out of the cave, looked around, and plunged in one direction. A few hours later, Zhou Yi walked out of the wilderness and came to a small village.

This is a very ordinary village with only dozens of families and the people in the village are all farmers. People are very enthusiastic about Zhou Yi, a young man who suddenly appeared.

"I dare to ask the young master, where are you going?"

"After the next scholar, I have been studying here, asking for a drink and disturbing the old man!" Zhou Yi had already left the cave, considering that he might still be in the sphere of influence of Xuanwu Sect, he changed into the black Taoist wardrobe of the Blood Evil Sect.

When he heard that Zhou Yi was a scholar studying abroad, his father-in-law became even more enthusiastic and tried his best to invite Zhou Yi to his house to sit. Zeng Yi also thought of asking about where this place was from these people, so he followed him.

The father-in-law is the village chief in the village, but his knowledge is limited, and he only knows that the nearest city to this place is Poyang City dozens of miles away. "Poyang City seems to be a small city in the southeast of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It seems that he has not gone far, so it should be near Xuanwu Gate!"

The village chief has three generations living together. His son is a middle-aged man. He should have some skills in punching and kicking. His grandson is chubby but not afraid of life. He has a pair of smart eyes and looks at Zeng Yi curiously.

"Are you planning to go to Poyang City for this trip?"

"You are kind to me, just call me Zhou Yi. I have no purpose in studying downstream, just to experience all kinds of things in the world. When I encounter the right place, I will stay for more thanks."

Hearing this, the father-in-law's eyes lit up, "If you don't have a hurry, you might as well stay here for more time!"

"How can you be so embarrassed?" After learning that this place should be not far from Xuanwu Gate, Zhou Yi wanted to stay and recuperate his injuries. His internal injuries were too serious. Even if he met a first-class warrior in the mortal world, Zhou Yi might not be an opponent at this time. Compared with the chaotic city, this village with few people disturbed it is a good place to recover from injuries.

And Zhou Yi could see that the father-in-law was very much like him staying. At first, Zhou Yi didn't quite understand why this was. It took a few days later that the old village chief made plans for the children in the village.

The small village is not rich and can’t afford to hire a gentleman at all. There is no one in the village who can read. Suddenly, when he meets Zhou Yi, a self-proclaimed scholar, the old village chief suddenly becomes aware of it.

Just as the knowledge of practice is monopolized by monks, the knowledge of the mortal world is also monopolized by a small number of people. Most of the people at the bottom have no chance or wealth to get in touch with those knowledge and even read the text. In the eyes of these ordinary people, they are already very powerful people.

Zhou Yi did not refuse. During the period of recuperation, he taught a few children to read and write. There was no problem. Although this was the first time Zhou Yi was a teacher in two lives, he had never eaten pork and had he seen a pig run away?

These ordinary people's desire for knowledge is far beyond Zhou Yi's estimate. People in the village learned that Zhou Yi agreed and taught children to read and read during the period when they stayed. They were so excited. People from the village, men, women, and young and old, built a primary school in a few days.

Zhou Yi officially began to warm up his teaching and educating career. Zhou Yi really has no experience in teaching and educating people. He can only teach these children first and recognize some words according to what he performed in memory movies.

The children are all very well-behaved, and Zhou Yi is worry-free. He teaches them some words every day, and is used by Zhou Yi to repair his injuries at other times. The injuries are very serious. Zhou Yi cannot use those magic tricks at all. Fortunately, he also has a small pot of spiritual liquid, which is effective in healing injuries.

As for cultivation, Zhou Yi could not practice without the spirit gathering array. He also wanted to take the time to arrange the spirit gathering array.

The small mountain village is very secluded and has no strangers all year round, and there are no monks. Zhou Yi doesn’t have to be so careful. He directly dug a space underground in the backyard of the school to arrange the spirit gathering array.

The spirit gathering array was successfully arranged a few days later, but the spiritual energy here was too thin, far from being as good as Xianyuan City, let alone the cave world. According to Zhou Yi's estimate, it would be good to gather a wisp of innate spiritual energy in three to five months.

Time flies, more than a month, Zhou Yi's injuries have recovered a little. During this month, Zhou Yi has lived a lot of life and there is no need to worry about food and drink. The villagers take turns to deliver food to him every day. In addition to recovering from his injuries, they will teach those children. After a month of teaching, they have learned some words, and there is no problem writing their own names and family members' names.

During this period, Zhou Yi also followed the village chief's son to Poyang City. When he went there, the people in the village were still nervous and thought Zhou Yi was leaving, so they tried to keep him. Zhou Yi repeatedly emphasized that he was just going to go shopping and find out if there were any suitable books. These people reluctantly accepted it, but they still told the village chief's son to take good care of Zhou Yi.

There are indeed cultivators in Poyang City. Zhou Yi could clearly feel it. He should be a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training. However, Zhou Yi did not dare to contact him. Now he didn't understand the situation at all. When he ran away, the Blood Evil Sect had the advantage. Although he was touched by him, the Zhoutian Blood Evil Formation of the Blood Evil Sect would definitely be affected, but he still had no idea who would win and lose in the battle between the Blood Evil Sect and the Xuanwu Sect in the end.

If Xuanwu Gate successfully defeated the Blood Evil Sect, the situation would be fine. It would be safe for him to operate in the southeastern territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty. But if the Blood Evil Sect wins, the situation would be bad. For the things he does, if he dares to show up, the Blood Evil Sect will kill him in minutes. If it is wrong, it will be light to kill him. Put yourself in the shoes of him. If this matter is put on his body, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"I can only wait for my injury to recover and go and inquire. I hope Xuanwu Gate won, otherwise I can only run away to other countries!"
Chapter completed!