After settling in Niutun Village, Zhuo Bufan turned into an ordinary mundane.
In the blink of an eye, it is winter, and snow covers the mountain villages and mountain villages. Transparent ice ridges, leaves, and grasslands are also piled up with snow.
Crack... a branch could not withstand the weight of snow. After it broke, the snow fell down.
It alarmed a mountain jumping under the tree, spread its legs and rushed into the depths of the forest, leaving behind a series of shallow footprints on the snow.
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking the wind sounded.
An arrow suddenly burst out and shot Shan Jue. The powerful inertia continued to rush forward with Shan Jue for seven or eight meters before stopping, Shan Jue died so hard that she could not die again.
"Haha, Brother Zhuo, you can have extra meals tonight. In winter, there is no food or vegetables, so you can only go into the mountains to prepare some wild game." Behind a wooden elm, a hunter walked out, holding a longbow in his hand and wearing a warm piece of clothing.
fur coat.
There was also a middle-aged man next to him, dressed up as a hunter, and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, my sister-in-law is the best at wild game, and I have a good taste today."
The hunter is Zhuo Bufan's neighbor, named Yang Tu, and his wife is Chen Lian. He is an ordinary farmer in the village and has a ten-year-old son Yang Yu. The couple saw Zhuo Bufan settled from a foreign country and had always treated him.
He is very caring and often invites him to drink and eat wild game.
"That's natural. I have a pot of burning knives at home. Let's go back to eat." Yang Tu walked over, grabbed the dead Shan Jue, pulled out the arrow, pinched a snowball and wiped the blood stains on it.
Replace it back into the quiver.
The two walked side by side and returned to the village, in front of a dirt house.
"Dad, Uncle Zhuo." A little guy with a treacherous head and a treacherous guy hurried over, "Dad, it's Shantiao, you can eat meat today."
"Well, let your mother deal with it. I'll drink with your Uncle Zhuo." Yang Tu touched her son's head and said with a smile.
In front of the earthen house, there is a grass pavilion.
The stove was burning, with a pot of wine on it, and Zhuo Bufan and Yang Tu sat opposite him, baking his frozen palms.
"The snow is particularly heavy this year, and I don't know when it will stop. In this bad weather, it is difficult to go into the mountains to hunt." Yang Tu sighed.
"Well, but after the snow melts, the dealer's growth should be better." Zhuo Bufan picked up a glass of hot wine, took a sip, and said with a smile.
"If you don't talk about those disappointing things, come, Brother Zhuo, drink." Yang Tu shook his head, forgot his worries, and drank happily.
For him, having a wife and children can live safely in Niutun Village and relying on his own abilities to support his family is a comfortable and comfortable life.
Chen Lian cooked it and took it up. He served two more bowls of rice and ate it together.
"Dad, today I heard from the people in the village that our "Xianwu Sect" in the hundreds of miles of the mountain range will recruit disciples, and it would be great if our children could be recruited." Chen Lian said.
"Immortal Sect?" Yang Tu said: "How strict is the recruitment of disciples in the Immortal Sect? It is poor to learn literature and learn martial arts richly. Most children from wealthy families practice martial arts since childhood, and also take various ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum for them to take. The foundation is laid firmly enough.
I may not be selected, let alone our Xiaoyu, who only learned some vulgar and simple physical training skills from me."
"I'll just talk about it, just dreaming." Chen Lian said.
After dinner, Zhuo Bufan returned not far away, in his thatched hut.
He traveled around the world mainly to figure out the sword technique of "time level", but time is unfathomable and harder to master than space. Before, he had inquired about the news like Jiang Zuo. Even with Jiang Zuo's strength, it would not be possible to let it go
People are resurrected from time to time.
"Uncle Zhuo!" Outside the house, there was a childish voice.
"Oh, come in, it's Xiaoyu." Zhuo Bufan smiled and looked at a child in coarse cloth clothes running in outside the house.
Yang Yu likes to hear Zhuo Bufan tell some stories the most. He sits on the bench with his hands on his chin, "Uncle Zhuo, the story you told me last time has not finished yet. You said that senior brother has always liked junior sister, but
The junior sister fell in love with a new junior brother…”
"Okay, I'll continue to tell you." Zhuo Bufan took out the wine gourd around his waist, opened the plug, took a sip, and started talking slowly.
Yang Yu was so immersed in his ears that his eyes lit up.
Zhuo Bufan also looked at Yang Yu, and his magic power quietly gathered his eyes. With his current attainments, he could see Yang Yu's luck, past and future.
After all, Yang Yu is a child and lives in a small mountain village with simple folk customs. First, he has no cultivation, and second, his life is calm and he does not involve too much cause and effect. It is easy to watch his past and future.
The past has happened, the future is the most confusing, and everything has variables.
A thing can cause a butterfly effect. Anyone who meets may also change the result. It is difficult to have a certain number of things.
However, Zhuo Bufan found that Yang Yu had good spiritual roots and was suitable for cultivation. If the "Immortal Martial Sect" came to recruit disciples, perhaps he would have the opportunity to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect. Once he started practicing, he would not be an ordinary person and would be even more difficult to see the future variables.
Zhuo Bufan looked at Yang Yu's future, hazy, covering up a layer of fog, and the secret of heaven was covered, but he faintly discovered a pink aura of bad luck, which may be carried in the hands of a woman in the future.
There is a county town called "Fengting County" thirty miles away in Niutun Village.
Outside a luxurious mansion, an old man and a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl walked out of the mansion, and a group of people stood at the door respectfully to them.
"Thank you, Master Immortal. It is a great blessing for our Liu family to be able to worship the 'Xianwu Sect'." A middle-aged man in a brocade dress bowed.
"I have to find a few disciples. I will bring them back to the "Xianwu Sect" at that time. Mr. Liu, there is no need to send them away." After the old man said that, he pinched a spell, and a ball of white mist condensed under his feet, carrying them with him.
He flew away with the girl.
"Master, this time our "Xianwu Sect" has recruited six disciples. Do you still have to continue recruiting disciples?" the girl asked.
"Dong Yao, you know that three of these six places were entered into our sect by connections. They were not very talented, but their family conditions were good and they gave them a lot of resources. I accepted them, our "Xianwu Sect"
If you want to grow, you have to find some disciples who have real spiritual roots." The old man said.
"Oh, I got it, Master." The girl nodded obediently.
On this day, the old man and the girl came to Niutun Village. The old man calculated his fingers, his eyes shone brightly, looked at a family in the village, and immediately took the girl over.
Seeing the immortal appear, the villagers in the village ran out one after another, and some even began to kneel down.
Yang Tu and Chen Lian were also scared and hurried out of the courtyard to greet him, extremely respectful, "Yang Tu, a grass man, has seen two immortals."
"I am the elder of Xianwu Sect, Daoren Wen. Is your child at home?" Daoren Wen asked.
"Yu'er? I'm going to my brother's house to listen to the story, I'll call him." Yang Tu didn't dare to be negligent and immediately ran to Zhuo Bufan's house to find Yang Yu.
When Yang Yu heard that an immortal was coming, he was also very excited, while Zhuo Bufan followed them to the courtyard.