Lu Chen walked around the vast land, watching the various situations in the world, watching the world and playing chess games.
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After he left the city, he went to the suburbs. Lu Chen was aimless, like a leaf drifting with the tide.
Follow a winding path and enter a dense forest.
Autumn is here, the leaves turn yellow, and a thick layer of leaves falls on the ground, making a crunching sound when you step on it.
A large number of flowers, plants and trees have withered and become bare, and few birds are heard in the woods.
It seems that it has flown south and migrated to a distant place, so that it will be ready to spend this long winter.
Lu Chen walked through the woods and came to a cliff, where he saw a farm appearing below.
Next to the farm, there is a large area of farmland.
The autumn wind was bleak, causing the hem of his clothes to flutter.
Lu Chen walked down the cliff, pretended to be a traveling businessman, and walked into the farm.
Seeing a stranger entering the farm, the men in the farm immediately became alert.
Unconsciously, he picked up the hatchet, hunting fork, and iron rod and rushed over quickly. More than a dozen people surrounded Lu Chen, looking at him with eager eyes.
"Who are you, sir? What are you doing in our Lijiazhuang?" asked a swarthy man wearing a gray short coat with stubble all over his face.
Lu Chen looked at this group of simple farm men and laughed loudly: "I am just a passerby who lost my way and came to ask for directions."
"Where are you going, sir?" the swarthy man asked with a frown.
Lu Chen said casually: "I am going to Red Tiger City in the Flame Territory. I took the wrong road near here, so I passed by here. Please forgive me if I disturb you."
"We want to go to the Red Tiger City in the Flame Territory? Isn't that in the south? We can cross the high mountain in front and walk for dozens of miles to get there." A short old man pointed at the big mountain in the south and said.
Lu Chen couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. He looked in the direction of the other person's finger. There was indeed a majestic mountain in the distance to the south.
On the high mountains, the forests are all dyed with a withered yellow color, making them look very desolate and quiet, showing the tranquil beauty of autumn.
Lu Chen laughed dumbly. He was just making up a place name, but he didn't expect it to be true.
"Everyone, I have been walking down here for a few days. I occasionally caught wind and cold and felt a little unwell. I wonder if I can stay here for a few days?"
As he spoke, he pretended to cough a few times, and his face looked a little pale.
The surrounding villagers were all dubious.
The short old man at the head looked at Lu Chen, who had just arrived, with turbid eyes: "Hunter, where are you from?"
Lu Chen smiled and said, "I come from a small border town in the snow-covered rivers. My family runs a restaurant business. I was originally returning to my hometown with a caravan to purchase goods. Who knew I encountered a heavy snowstorm on the way and got separated."
"I didn't expect to come here accidentally. Can I bother you for a few days?"
Judging from the demeanor and behavior of the short old man in front of him, it is obvious that he has a high status among these villagers. He is probably the village chief of their village.
The short old man leaned on a cane and carefully looked up and down Chen Lu. He saw that the man's face was calm and gentle, and he did not look like some vicious person.
Then he pondered for a moment, then stroked his beard and said, "As the saying goes, friends come from far away, so that's not true."
"Although our Lijiazhuang does not welcome outsiders, since you came here unintentionally and got into trouble and contracted the cold, why can't we turn you away and let you die in a foreign land?"
"The old man won't force you to leave. It's okay to stay for a few days if you want."
"But the premise is that you have to abide by the rules."
"Now that the world is in turmoil and there are countless bandits, we in Lijiazhuang are working together to protect ourselves."
"I hope you can understand the old man's difficulties!"
Lu Chen's face was calm and approachable, and he said with a smile: "Old man, Lu Chen understands."
Nowadays, the world is in chaos, and the clans are divided. The five major families are falling apart, fighting each other, and the war is raging.
Those who suffer are naturally the people at the lowest level in the world.
The uncontrolled farm was often persecuted by bandits. It was no wonder that Lu Chen was surrounded by so many villagers when he first arrived and looked bad.
"It turns out that you are little brother Lu Chen. Just understand. Please go to the shabby house to rest!" The old man nodded. His old face was full of wrinkles. It was hard to tell whether he was smiling or sad.
"Everyone else should disperse, don't gather together anymore."
Upon hearing the village chief's voice, a group of surrounding villagers immediately dispersed.
After entering the village, Lu Chen found that many villagers were busy, and there was a pile of golden rice and wheat piled at the door of every house.
Peasant women wore headscarves and beat them with wooden sticks to separate the rice from grass blades, sift it, grind it with stone mills, and finally use windmills to blow away the chaff, leaving a small portion of white rice and wheat.
The men were wearing bamboo hats and carrying poles, sweating on their backs, walking among the farmland.
In the farmland, a large area of rice was neatly cut and stacked in piles. The farmer men carried poles one by one, tied up the rice, and picked it back from the farmland. It was very busy, and there was a busy scene, and the faces of each farmer man were full of excitement.
A smile filled with happiness from the heart, extremely bright.
In this era of chaos, being able to have enough to eat is a very happy thing for the common people living at the bottom.
Lu Chen couldn't help but feel emotional when he saw this scene.
Autumn is the harvest season, a season that belongs to every hard-working poor man.
A farmer man has worked hard for a year, and only then can he reap the rewards after his hard work. This is such a happy thing!
Lu Chen followed the village chief into an old courtyard.
There is a persimmon tree growing in the yard, and all the leaves on the branches have fallen off.
The branches are covered with bright red persimmons, exuding a light fragrance, and it looks like a fruitful scene.
After entering the house, an old woman in Jingchai and a sarong came out. She couldn't help but be surprised when she saw that the old man had brought an outsider back.
"Old man, have you brought your guests back?"
The old man nodded and said, "Well, a traveler got lost and passed through our village. He was infected with the cold and wanted to stay in our village for a few days."
"That's right. The old woman is going to get some herbs to help this young man get rid of the cold." The old woman in Jingchai's sarong saw Lu Chen's face pale and her eyes were full of concern.
The old man muttered: "You don't have to worry about these things anymore. Go ahead and cook and get some good food. Now that you are older, let the little girls do these rough jobs. They are quick with their hands and feet."
"Hey, that's good." The old woman in Jingchai's sarong nodded with enthusiasm on her face.
When guests come to your home, of course you must warmly entertain them. This is the custom of the farm.
When Lu Chen saw this scene, he couldn't help but secretly lamented that the farm man had a kind heart and a simple nature, and he treated his guests with enthusiasm from the bottom of his heart, without any adulteration.
It is far from comparable to those in the outside world who are obsessed with profit.
Thinking of this, Lu Chen couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.
"Xiujuan, we have a visitor at home, come out quickly." The old man took Lu Chen to an open-air stone table in the courtyard and sat down, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Upon hearing the village chief's call, a beautiful girl in a blue dress ran out of the simple house.
The girl has dark eyes, red cheeks, and a ponytail. She is quite good-looking and exudes youthful vitality.
When the beautiful girl named Xiujuan saw Lu Chen appearing in the courtyard, her carefree personality immediately became shy.
"Grandpa, who is this?"
The old man picked up the earthen teapot and gave Lu Chen and himself a cup of hot water each. The inferior tea leaves were tumbling in the boiling water, slowly stretching out, and a wisp of fragrance wafted out.
"Hello, I, Lu Chen, are you Xiujuan?" Lu Chen greeted the young girl with a smile.
Looking at the handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, plump and handsome, Xiujuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and her pretty face was inexplicably as red as a red apple, full of shyness.
"Well, I heard that the young master is infected with the cold. Xiujuan went to pick herbs for you." Xiujuan was stunned for a while, and then ran out of the yard in a hurry.
The little girl is so thin-skinned.
"This is the old man's granddaughter, Wang Xiujuan, who is almost eighteen years old." The old man sighed softly.
Lu Chen snorted and couldn't help but ask: "With such a well-behaved granddaughter, why is this old man so sad?"
"Hey, this child is suffering. He has lost his parents since he was a child. The old man, his wife and his children have been pooping on him all the time. He has not received the care of his parents, and his temper has turned wild."
"The old man has a headache after running around outside all day without getting married."
Lu Chen was puzzled: "How did his parents die?"
"We farm men are simple by nature, so naturally we will not kill each other for no reason." The old man held the tea cup, his eyes slightly sad.
"The world was in chaos. Those damn rogue bandits came to rob our village. We villagers joined forces to resist bravely, but we were met with a bloody massacre by the rogue bandits."
"Xiujuan's parents died in that disaster."
Lu Chen suddenly said: "So that's it!"
Unexpectedly, the land of Canglan, like the land of Jiuzhou, was in chaos and raging with war. These common people were the first to become victims of the plundering of those big families.
I have to say that living in this era, it is so difficult for poor people to find stability.
"Little brother, please wait for a moment. I have something to do beforehand, so I'll come as soon as I can." The old man wiped his tears, felt a little embarrassed, got up and entered the house.
Lu Chen nodded, drank a cup of hot tea, hesitated for a while, and then walked out of the yard.
Walk into a farmland.
In the large farmland, there are busy figures everywhere, shouts and shouts are heard from time to time, and bright smiles are everywhere.
Several children were playing on the farmland ridges, catching bugs and holding wooden sticks. They chased each other and ran among the wheat fields. There were bursts of laughter and laughter.
Lu Chen walked in the rice fields, squatted down, looked at the plump ears of wheat around him, smelled the fragrance of the grains, and felt relaxed and happy.
The air is crisp in autumn, and the forests in the distance are dyed, rendering the sky and earth colorful and beautiful.
"Autumn is the harvest season!"
“If you put in the effort, you will get something.”
"On the road of life, everyone will experience many stories."
"Those stories are like the seeds sown by farm men in the farmland. They have experienced sunshine and rain and taught us how to grow over the long years."
"Looking back, it was the best time for everyone."
"Looking to the future, we will have the strength to keep moving forward."
Lu Chen couldn't help but smile calmly when he thought of this.
As night falls, the stars are dotted, shining with dreamy light in the night.
After a busy day, the farm men gathered on the playground, lit up bonfires, drank wine, ate meat, sang and danced, and celebrated the harvest, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Lu Chen smiled calmly and quickly integrated into the atmosphere, mingling with a group of farm men who lived a simple life.
Late at night, everything is quiet.
In the rice fields, there was a sound of frogs croaking.
Lu Chen stood on the edge of the field, his eyes piercing and bright, like stars in the sky, shining brightly.
Looking at the thin mist gradually filling the rice fields and hearing the croaking of frogs coming from the rice fields, I felt extremely happy.
As the saying goes, the fragrance of rice flowers means a good harvest and the sound of frogs sounds.
Such beautiful scenery is really common in the secular world.
The mist condenses into crystal dewdrops, which adhere to the grass, ears of wheat, and among the woods, like pearls, appearing crystal clear.
In this quiet scenery, Lu Chen's mood became unprecedentedly peaceful.
Time passed little by little, and the dewdrops on the ground quickly condensed into white frost.
It's as if a layer of fine salt has been laid on it, dyeing the large areas of flowers, plants and trees a layer of pure white.
As the morning sun rises, its red rays of light spread all over the earth, illuminating all things.
Lu Chen stood in the quiet night all night, feeling deeply and deeply touching his soul.
He broke off a branch from a big tree nearby, raised his hand to form a knife, and whittled the thick branch, sawdust flew everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, a wooden sword appeared in his hand.
Along the way, I felt the harvest season of autumn, the bleak autumn wind, and the cold white frost, which elevated Lu Chen's spiritual realm to a very high level.
Holding a wooden sword, facing the rising sun, standing on the ridge of the field, using his sword skills as he pleased.
Chopping, stabbing, whittling, chopping, picking, wrapping and other moves are all available at your fingertips.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa"
The power of heaven and earth surged, and a large number of grass blades floated in the rice fields, flying around Lu Chen in the sky, like a swarm of butterflies, which was spectacular.
Within a radius of a hundred feet, those wheat ears and rice grains moved without any wind, forming layers of spectacular wheat waves that rose and fell one after another, making a pleasant rustling sound.
brush,
Lu Chen suddenly swung his sword, and Senhan's sword energy shot out in all directions.
The heaven and earth shook violently, and time and space seemed to freeze at this moment. Then, the ears of wheat and rice within a radius of a hundred feet suddenly shook strangely, with a popping sound, and then they all shattered into pieces, and a layer of strange white frost instantly fell on them.
All over the earth.
If anyone saw this shocking scene, they would be stunned.
Countless grains and ears of wheat are flying in the sky.
With a thought in Lu Chen's mind, he gently waved the wooden sword in mid-air.
The grains floating in the sky seemed to be guided inexplicably, turning into a huge air current and falling into a rice field not far away, gathering into two distinct piles.
One pile is an ear of wheat, another pile is a grain, and not a single grain is mixed.
So many grains and ears of wheat were mixed together, and then they were all clearly separated under his thought.
It has to be said that Lu Chen's perception of the breath of all things has reached an unfathomable level.
"This sword technique is good. I created it after realizing the harvest season in autumn. It has a very artistic conception. Let's name it Frost Killing Baicao!"
Lu Chen looked at the hoarfrost around him with a smile on his face, showing a satisfied smile.
This was also the first sword move he created after his battle with the guards of the forbidden land, leaving the mortal world and entering the land of Canglan. After a lot of insights, he created it.
This sword technique is not the result of understanding wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and it does not belong to the sword technique of the Thunder and Sky Splitting Sword.
Lu Chen couldn't think of what to call this sword technique yet, so he didn't decide on a name.
I’ll talk about it later when I understand other sword techniques and integrate them.
The battle of "Frost Kills Herbs" contains an artistic conception of frost descending on the heaven and earth, instantly stimulating the power of heaven and earth, and has the terrifying power to destroy everything.
Countless sword energy spread out in all directions like white frost, sweeping over everything.
In terms of power, it is no less powerful than the 'lightning and thunder' in the Thunder and Sky-Splitting Sword!
