Chapter 1139 – Zeng Niu

Wang Lin walked slowly within the jungle, under his feet in the mud from time to time there was a small snake wandering, but also saw some fist-sized toads jumping within the muddy water, seemed to be enjoying the rain shower.

When he first came to the Cloud Sea, Wang Lin was unfamiliar with everything, and he didn’t know where he was, so he stepped through the mud, and Wang Lin gradually fell into deep thought as he walked.

He had traveled here to avoid Tuosen, only with Tuosen’s cultivation, it was enough to break through the barriers of the two worlds, and at that time, it seemed that there was no place in this heaven and earth and starry sky where he could hide.

“Instead of constantly escaping, it’s better to stand firmly in this Cloud Sea as soon as possible, and after this father has passed the three losses and seven robberies, then he will think about the future path ……” Wang Lin looked at his legs below the waist, and his complexion revealed worry.

“The most important thing is to take on the identity of the people of the Cloud Sea and truly integrate into the cultivators of this Cloud Sea star domain …… “Wang Lin raised his head and looked at the rain falling from the sky, as if the snow of the Alliance could merge with the rain of the Cloud Sea. That was what he was going to do.

Moving forward, his body gradually lowered, his hair, slowly turned into black, his appearance, also had a subtle change, the whole person looks, more ordinary, as a downtrodden scholar, in this rain, gradually out of the jungle.

The rainy season on the continent of Moluo, often will continue for several months without stopping, until the earth is completely wet, until the person’s bones will have the feeling of soreness and numbness, and even the whole body is vaguely exudes the smell of rust, this rain will stop.

Moro on the cultivators or mortals, has long been accustomed to this continuous rain, most of the cultivators are in this rainy season to choose seclusion, or out of the Moro continent, in the starry sky to find the ferocious beasts roundup hunting. But this year’s rainy season, the Moro continent’s only cultivation sect Guiyuan Sect, but almost all of the disciples are braving the rain out, transformed into a long rainbow, toward the northern part of the Moro continent sped away.

The long rainbow was so inertial that it seemed to separate the rainwater into a path. If one were to look upwards from the ground, one would naturally see the spectacle that was like a shooting star.

As for mortals, often when the rainy season came, they would be at home by the fire, enjoying the warmth of the room, looking out the window at times at the rain and fog, and in the blandness, there was coziness.

North Water Village, as her name suggests, is located less than a thousand miles outside of the Bingu Jungle in the northern part of the Moro Continent, and the people in the village tend to make their living by cultivating the fields, and there are also teams of hunters formed by the villagers, hunting around the Bingu Jungle.

During the rainy season, it is also the time when the water clams appear, for the mortals of the Moro continent, the water clams are a kind of food with an extremely fresh flavor, and in the big city, the price is often on the high side, but still the demand still exceeds the supply.

The villagers of Bei Shui Village, at the time of every rainy season, would organize experienced people to go outside the Bin Valley Jungle to catch water clams. For several months during the rainy season. Generally, these villagers would come and go four or five times, and each time they returned, they would carry very large sacks, all of which were filled with water clams that were still alive.

Likewise, when these villagers who captured the clams returned to the village, their families would be wearing straw raincoats, and there were even some small children following behind, excitedly looking at their fathers, brothers, uncles, or grandfathers, bringing back the sacks of clams, and whenever this happened, these children would be exuberant.

Just this time, the North Water Village from the Bin Valley jungle back to the villagers, in addition to bring back bags of clams, but also brought back a person, this is a very ordinary-looking youth, slightly thin, seems to be in the rain some can not withstand the cold, in his body, wearing a straw raincoat given by the villagers, stood there silently, the eyes show a very strange expression, as if feeling, as if reminiscence, quietly looking at the rain in front of him. in the village.

“Brother Zeng, this is our Bei Shui Village, you first stay here for a while, when the rainy season passes and the mountain road is opened, you can follow the mountain road to Spring City.” A big man in a straw raincoat handed the sack in his hand to the person next to him. He smiled toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin had a smile on his face and cupped his fists to thank him.

The big man waved his hand and laughed, “We didn’t go to private school and don’t know any etiquette, but since we met on the road, we are friends, brother Zeng don’t be polite, it’s raining heavily, quickly go to the house. Child’s mother, organize the back room, let brother Zeng live in.”

Next to the big man, a woman wearing a straw raincoat, glanced at Wang Lin, the same smile on her face, did not bother to ask her own man about the origin of the youth in front of her, and hurriedly took a few steps back to the house, tidied up the back of the house, and brought clean bedding.

This big man in the village is very prestigious, night home to a lot of neighbors, lively natural drink up wine, Wang Lin sat aside, holding a bowl of wine, while drinking, while looking at these mortals with a smile. The heart is quiet and peaceful.

After thirty years of drinking, these men laughed loudly, one of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, stood up, took the bowl of wine and came in front of Wang Lin, laughed nervously and said, “Brother Zeng, our old man said that if it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have survived after being bitten by the poisonous snake, and for saving his life, my old man won’t forget it!” He said, drinking the entire bowl of wine in one gulp.

Wang Lin had a smile on his face. Picking up the tabletop’s wine altar that hadn’t been poured into the bowl yet, he placed it on his mouth and canned a large mouthful of it fiercely, wiped his left hand on the corner of his mouth, and laughed, “This wine isn’t strong enough.”

The surrounding hans’ eyes lit up and shouted in unison, the master of this room, the han who let Wang Lin live in the back room, laughed and said, “Mother-in-law, go and bring the three jars of Bei Shui Wine that the old master left behind back then, so as to let Brother Zeng know that our Bei Shui Village’s wine has a strong one!”

The big man’s wife shook her head and smiled, and went to the inner room, and even more two of her sons and nephews followed, and in no time at all, they took out three jars of wine and put them aside.

Time passed slowly like this, in a flash it was a month, and although the rainy season had not ended yet, it had gotten much smaller, and even for a little while every day, the sky would briefly clear up, and the rain would stop.

In this village, Wang Lin was very popular, the people seemed to have accepted this neighbor who was usually very quiet but was brash when he drank, and even more so accepted his identity as a bone-setter, many of the old people in the village, as well as those villagers with persistent illnesses in their bodies, had witnessed Wang Lin’s healing skills one by one.

They even accepted that one exquisite wood carving, knowing the identity of Wang Lin’s carpenter in addition to the bone-setter.

If time kept passing, forgetting about the crisis in Tuo Sen, forgetting about life and death in cultivation, forgetting about the deception in life, then this kind of life, for Wang Lin, was something to look forward to.

He liked this kind of calmness and the peaceful atmosphere of the village. Only, Wang Lin understood that such a life. It was just like a short-lived sunny day in this rainy season that would soon disappear.

The cultivators of the Guiyuan Sect, one after another, came to the northern part of the Moro Continent, and after searching over and over again, they picked out one qualified mortal, and there were teenagers and middle-aged people among these mortals. As for the white-haired old man, they have also looked for, but, but there is no qualified person, even if there is, under that handful of age, obviously until death, will not have half the result.

North Water Village, in this day, there is also a cultivator arrived, this cultivator looks less than twenty years old, but the cultivation has already built the foundation, with his age, this kind of cultivation, is enough to become a leader in the younger generation.

This cultivator’s attitude was ice cold, immediately after arriving at Bei Shui Village, it made the villagers tremble in fear one by one, they all walked out from their rooms in unison, trembling in the rain, the mortals who lived in the Moro Continent, there was no one who didn’t know about the cultivator, and even more so, they understood that if this cultivator in front of them was angry, even if he slaughtered all of them, it would only be an instantaneous matter.

Zhao Yu frowned and looked at all the mortals in this small village in front of him, the rainwater was bounced off three inches above him, causing his clothes to remain clean at all times.

These villagers in front of him, however, were in the rain, letting the rain water drench their clothes, sticking to their bodies to send out a piercing cold, adults were okay, those children were trembling very badly at the moment, tightly hugging their parents around them.

They have been here, stood fast an incense stick, just the front of the cultivator, but always no words.

“On …… the upper immortal, this rain water cold, children body weak, afraid to stand, or …… “The big man who took in Wang Lin to live in the front, at this moment trembling voice said, his side of the little daughter, he had already frozen her face pale.

Just didn’t wait for him to finish, Zhao Yu’s eyes flashed with cold light, making the big man’s words, swallowed raw.

With a cold snort, Zhao Yu said icily, “How can you become a cultivator if you can’t even stand the cold of the small little rain.” His cold snort, which even contained a hint of cultivation, caused the villagers in front of him to pale up one by one as if there was thunder echoing in their ears.

Wang Lin stood in the crowd, his complexion took on a somber look as he lifted his footsteps and walked out of the crowd towards that Zhao Yu.

That Zhao Yu froze and was about to chide, but immediately his eyes showed confusion, his gaze moved away from Wang Lin and landed on those villagers, calmly saying, “You all go back.”

These villagers were stunned for a moment, but soon each held their children and quickly returned to their rooms, they didn’t realize that when they dispersed, Wang Lin’s right hand waved very casually, an invisible heat current filled the air and landed inside each villager’s body, driving away the coldness in their bodies, all of it.

In the rainy night, Wang Lin walked in front and that Zhao Yu followed behind, his expression no longer confused, but vaguely as if he had lost his soul.

This time, the Guiyuan Sect’s action lasted for nearly a month, and the entire northern part of Muo Luo took away a total of thirty-one mortals, seventeen of which were teenagers, with the remaining youths. These people had been sent to the eastern part of Moro to the mountain gate of the Guiyuan Sect, within the basin of that circular mountain range, and took up residence.

The four great elders of the Guiyuan Sect nowadays paid extreme attention to these thirty-one people, scattering these people and taking them under their respective doors. Among the seven people who were picked by the only female among the four great elders, Lu Yanfei, there was one person, named Zeng Niu, who came from Bei Shui Village.