The person walking across the street was Lao Feng, who delivered food to the Cang family every day.
At this moment, Old Feng was holding the horse's reins and walking with a sad look on his face.
There were several obvious redness and swellings on his forehead, and there were unhealed wounds on his cheek.
"Uncle Feng, what happened?"
Cang Xiaotian was confused.
At this time, Lao Feng should have just returned from delivering the food.
But I don’t know why he is like this?
"Master Xiaotian, I..."
Old Feng was about to speak but stopped.
Seeing this, Cang Xiaotian sat directly on the passenger seat of the carriage: "Uncle Feng, let's talk as we walk."
Lao Feng's nose felt sore and tears flowed down.
Cang Xiaotian's status in the Cang family is no longer what it used to be, but he has not become arrogant or arrogant at all because of this, and he still respects Lao Feng as before.
Old Feng drove the carriage all the way out of the city gate.
Although Guyang City is large, not everyone lives in it.
Ordinary people like Lao Feng can only settle down outside the city.
They grow vegetables and crops, then bring them to the city and sell them to the people in the city to make a living.
Lao Feng's family is very lucky to be able to supply vegetables to a big family like the Cang family for a long time.
On the way, Lao Feng explained the whole story to Cang Xiaotian.
It turns out that in recent days, Lao Feng’s vegetable garden has been visited by uninvited guests.
Pig beast.
The pig beast is a first-level monster. In the world of warriors, the pig beast is regarded as an existence that serves as food.
But to ordinary people, pig beasts are terrifying monsters.
The two pig beasts galloped wildly and destroyed a lot of vegetables.
Lao Feng got up in the middle of the night and wanted to drive it away, but was knocked to the ground by the pig beast.
If the pig beast hadn't been a vegetarian, Lao Feng would have been eaten.
The vegetable garden of Lao Feng's family has not been invaded by pig beasts before, but recently, it has become more frequent.
Many protective measures were destroyed and the vegetable garden suffered considerable losses.
Therefore, Lao Feng's face was full of sorrow.
After listening to this, Cang Xiaotian secretly lamented the impact of the strange movements of the monsters, but on his face, he promised Lao Feng that he would help drive away the pig beasts.
Old Feng was moved again.
Soon, the two of them arrived at Lao Feng's house in a carriage.
Cang Xiaotian looked around and saw a medium-sized vegetable garden behind Lao Feng's house.
Around the vegetable garden, the original fence was damaged in many places.
Looking around, there are many farmers like Lao Feng's family in this area.
Their vegetable gardens and crop fields were also damaged to varying degrees.
The strange movements of monsters and beasts have reached this level?
Cang Xiaotian felt heavy.
Lao Feng enthusiastically introduced Aunt Feng and their son Daniel to Cang Xiaotian.
Daniel was only twelve or thirteen years old, and when he saw Cang Xiaotian, his eyes were filled with admiration.
He said that he also wanted to train his body and become as powerful as Little Master Tian.
Aunt Feng specially cooked two extra delicious dishes to treat Cang Xiaotian to lunch.
As a child of a big family, Cang Xiaotian does not have the arrogance of a young master in dealing with others, and always has a humble attitude. This makes Uncle Feng's family particularly fond of him.
In the afternoon, Cang Xiaotian chose a low mountain and meditated alone to adjust his breathing.
From his perspective, he could overlook Uncle Feng's vegetable garden.
At this moment, Uncle Feng was carrying wood and preparing to repair the damaged fence; Aunt Feng was carrying a basket and sowing seeds in the plowed vegetable field; and Da Niu was watering the fields with a small kettle.
The spring breeze is blowing gently, the seasonal vegetables have lost their luster, and the new seedlings are growing vigorously.
What a tranquil pastoral scene!
For a moment, Cang Xiaotian felt something in his heart, and seemed to understand something.
Draw the knife.
closing type.
Cang Xiaotian meditated again and adjusted his breathing.
Click!
Not far away, a huge rock cracked a gap.
The cracks extend underground and are bottomless.
A silent sword, so powerful!
Cang Xiaotian grinned.
After studying hard for so many days, he finally created this sword technique.
Ancestor Cangyun's "Taibai Sword Technique" only has two styles. Cang Xiaotian has already practiced it to great perfection. He has been thinking about creating his own sword technique.
This is no easy task.
Even though Cang Xiaotian is extremely talented, it took him several months and what he saw and felt today to be able to clearly understand this sword technique.
"Let's call it 'dropping water wears stone'!"
Cang Xiaotian gave a name to the sword technique he created.
The sword technique of 'dropping water through stone' does not have the momentum of the first technique of 'forging ahead', nor is it as quick as the second technique of 'drawing the knife to cut off the water'.
As soon as the move is released, it is silent, as if it comes naturally, and the power explodes instantly.
Cang Xiaotian estimated that if he encountered a level 5 demonic beast called the Strong Bull again, this "dropping water through stone" technique would be enough to break through its defense and split it in half.
Cang Xiaotian is in a good mood.
The monsters and beasts in the cliff mountain range were moving strangely, and Cang Xiaotian felt a faint sense of crisis, as if something was about to happen.
The stronger you are, the more things you can do, and the more ability you have to deal with various emergencies.
This is how you can protect the people you care about.
Thinking of this, Cang Xiaotian couldn't help but think of that charming face.
"I wonder what happened to that silly girl who went to collect herbs?"
After opening a medical clinic, Han Shuping specially arranged for his most trusted bodyguards to protect Han Shuxue's safety.
Two guards, a samurai warrior and a strong martial artist.
The place where the medicine is collected is close to the mineral vein area, and there are few monsters around. With the two guards there, it is expected that they can protect Xueer well.
Cang Xiaotian stopped thinking about it, meditated, adjusted his breath, and waited quietly for the arrival of the pig beast.
…
Guyang City.
In a quaint palace.
There was a man in coarse linen clothes sitting high up on the large dragon chair.
The man closed his eyes tightly and showed no expression on his face.
If you look carefully, there is even a thick layer of dust on his clothes.
Suddenly, the man frowned slightly.
Not long after, a figure in rich clothes appeared at the door of the hall.
"Lord City Lord, I'm sorry to disturb you!"
The figure in rich brocade clothes bowed and saluted, and said softly.
Sitting high on the dragon chair is none other than the lord of Guyang City, Yuan Yi.
"Deacon Ning, what's the matter?"
City Lord Yuanyi asked indifferently.
Deacon Ning did not dare to raise his head, and in a few words told the truth about the strange movements of monsters in the cliff mountains.
"The monster is moving?"
Only then did City Lord Yuanyi open his eyes.
In an instant, Deacon Ning felt a coercion covering his whole body, making him unable to move at all.
He had no doubt that just one thought from the Lord of the City would be enough to destroy him physically and mentally.
After all, Deacon Ning Tong is also a powerful martial artist. He can be killed with just one thought. How strong must Lord Yuanyi be?
"You can just take care of this kind of thing yourself.
Don't bother me again!"
"Yes, yes, I understand."
Deacon Ning nodded in agreement and was about to turn around and leave when he was stopped again.
"By the way, you can start preparing for the ancient ruins."
"……yes!"
Deacon Ning agreed and ran away quickly.
After following City Lord Yuanyi for many years, Deacon Ning Tong felt more and more that this Lord was ruthless, even to the point of being inhumane.
…
"It's been more than 13,000 years, what the hell is going on?"
City Lord Yuanyi thought for a moment and closed his eyes again.