Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan lay motionless on the bed for half a month before she could barely move her body. But as long as he can move, he can put the resurrection pill in the storage ring into his mouth, and the speed of recovery from injuries can also be greatly increased.

In the first few days of this half month, many villagers came to see him. They looked at him with surprise and regret, and said some incomprehensible words in front of his bed.

It can be seen from the clothes and demeanor of these people that this village is not only not rich, but may also be living in poverty.

Liu Qinghuan's injuries were extremely serious, with almost all the bones in his body broken into pieces, not to mention the damage to his internal organs and abdomen. With such an injury, if it were a mortal, he would have died long ago. But as a cultivator, as long as the Dantian is not broken and the meridians are not withered and broken, physical damage can always be recovered.

However, Liu Qinghuan's body was so seriously injured that it took him half a month to get up.

During this period, the boy who first discovered him took care of him. Every day she brought him fish soup or vegetable soup, wiped his face carefully, chattered non-stop by his bedside, and shouted in surprise because Liu Qinghuan was getting better day by day.

Early that morning, the boy entered the thatched cottage where he was, carrying an old but clean bowl, and found Liu Qinghuan sitting on the bedside.

He yelled, shouted a word, and the ending sound rose.

Liu Qinghuan guessed that the other party was asking about his situation, so he nodded.

The boy walked up quickly and put the clear and watery wild vegetable soup in his hand on the tattered wooden table next to him. He looked at him with two shining black eyes and said a long story with a naive smile.

Liu Qinghuan didn't understand. He shook his head and whispered two words: "Awen."

Those were the two words others often heard when calling a boy, and he assumed it was his name.

Sure enough, the boy said "Ah" in surprise and said something expectantly.

Liu Qinghuan pointed at herself: "Liu Qinghuan."

"Liu Qihuan?"

"Liu Qinghuan."

The boy jumped up happily: "Liu Qinghuan! Liu Qinghuan@#$%..." Then he ran out and came back with a middle-aged couple after a while.

These two people were Awen's parents. Liu Qinghuan said his name to them again. The couple, who looked honest and honest, both grinned and said a long sentence regardless of whether he understood it or not. .

Liu Qinghuan also asked: "Where is this place, where is it in Yunmengze Continent, and what are your names?"

The first exchange was completed happily in this chicken-and-duck situation, and both parties were very happy.

Liu Qinghuan began to ask Awen to teach him the language here, pointing to everything in the house. After he was able to go to the ground two days later, he was exposed to more things and learned faster. As long as Awen says it once, as a monk, he can remember it.

Awen was naturally surprised and admired Liu Qinghuan's super recovery ability and language learning speed. He looked at him with more and more admiration, and often secretly touched his simple but extremely neat green shirt.

The one he wore before was already stained with blood, and Liu Qinghuan naturally couldn't bear it after being able to move. Not only did he change his clothes, he also used the dust purification technique to remove all the accumulated dirt on his body.

With such a serious injury, he was able to get out of bed and move around within a day or two. The clothes on his body were never dirty, and his hair was not tangled like those in the village. It was always straight and elegant. Liu Qinghuan's various activities naturally aroused strong curiosity and obvious awe among the villagers.

Fortunately, he looked like an immortal like the breeze and the bright moon, which did not cause much panic. He only attracted people to come to see him every day, either openly or secretly, and kept saying the word "immortal" in their mouths.

In front of these mortals, Liu Qinghuan didn't care about exposing his identity as an immortal cultivator.

After slowly learning the language here, the first thing Liu Qinghuan had to do was to figure out what exactly this place was. From Awen's parents, he only knew that this was Xijiaozui Village, Guanglin County, Zhou State. When asked which state it was, their expressions were blank.

Zhou Guo? Liu Qinghuan recalled the geographical history of Yunmeng Ze, and he remembered that the Zhou Kingdom seemed to be a mortal country close to the ice and snow north. But the climate here is hot, and there is no trace of ice anywhere.

However, mortal kingdoms change very quickly, and sometimes the name of a country changes when the emperor changes. The world of immortals has never paid much attention to mortal kingdoms, and the geographical annals will only be updated every tens or hundreds of years. It's possible that this is the case for Zhou State, which just changed its name.

But their language was completely different from his own, which puzzled Liu Qinghuan the most. If he hadn't seen half of the Spring Festival couplets posted on both sides of Awen's door, the words on them were familiar to him, Liu Qinghuan would have thought that he had been taken to another interface by the Penglai Crayfish...

The common script in Yunmengze continent is called Zhengxian style, which has been inherited since ancient times. It is not that there were no other texts in the past, but later they slowly disappeared with the passage of time. Only Zhengxian Ti has never been dated. Moreover, the world of immortal cultivation has long been studying this specifically. The spells written in Zhengxian body are more effective than those written in other words, and the recorded classics should also be preserved for a longer period of time.

Some people speculate that the Zhengxian body is inherited from the immortal literature, otherwise it would not have this effect.

Therefore, he can be sure that he is still in the Yunmengze interface and not gone to other interfaces. After thinking hard these days, he guessed that he might have traveled through space inadvertently by riding on the Penglai Crayfish. At the same time, he was terrified. If he could survive the space shuttle, it can only be said that he had a good life.

The small fishing village is simple but peaceful, with only a few dozen households in the village. The men go to sea during the day, and the women barely grow a little food on the barren mountain land.

Nearly a month after arriving in the small fishing village, Liu Qinghuan climbed up the tallest mountain nearby and looked into the distance.

On one side is the vast sea, on the other side are endless mountains. Except for this fishing village, there seems to be no human habitation within a few hundred miles. This place is like a corner forgotten by the prosperous world, poor and closed.

He took in all the scenery and was about to turn around when the distant coast suddenly caught his attention.

A group of about thirty people came slowly along the coast. They were all dressed in uniform uniforms. They were all strong and steady. They were guarding an extremely gorgeous carriage in the middle, heading towards the fishing village.

These people are obviously very high-status people. Why did they come to such a dilapidated fishing village? Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment, then threw it away: It's none of his business, it doesn't matter what they do.

That night when he was in the house, he could hear the excitement outside. Sure enough, the group entered the village in the evening and immediately caused a sensation.

Ah Wen came back from joining in the fun and jumped up and down and said: "Uncle Zhang Wu, the youngest son of Grandpa Zhang's family, is back! I heard that he has become a very big official outside and brought a lot of meat to Grandpa Zhang, and he is also very good. Long ginseng…”

He talked excitedly for a long time, then took out a handful of candies from his arms: "Uncle Liu, I grabbed this for you to eat!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled and returned the candy to him: "You can eat it. I'm not a child and I don't like candy."

Awen narrowed his eyes with a smile and stuffed a candy into his mouth.

Liu Qinghuan was planning to leave the village in two days. At this time, his injuries have basically been under control, and the rest needs to be recovered slowly. After generally learning the language here, he wanted to find a quiet place to recuperate.

But I didn't expect that in the middle of the afternoon on the second day, Awen ran into the thatched house where Liu Qinghuan lived: "Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu, the village chief is here to find you!"

Liu Qinghuan opened her eyes and put down her crossed legs: "What does the village chief want from me?"

"I don't know! The village chief has brought many people, and Uncle Zhang Wu is also here."

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