After three months.

Wisps of smoke rose from the small village in the dusk, and a layer of white fog shrouded it.

The village is surrounded by green mountains and clear water.

Li Ping'an and Lao Niu walked on the road, along the paths in the fields, and climbed up the mountain amid the smell of vegetation and soil.

A square inch of pure land, close to mountains and water, with bright lights all year round.

Steal half a day's leisure from floating life, and curl up in a corner at ease.

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After cutting the firewood, we also caught a rabbit and picked some sweet and sour fruits.

Li Ping'an greeted several villagers who got up early and returned home slowly.

Breakfast is a pot of buns, which is actually noodle soup.

There is a proverb that goes, "A skillful man cannot make bread without noodles."

It means that it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

After finishing a pot of noodle soup, Lao Niu began to wash the dishes and pots.

Li Ping'an sat on the edge of the kang, his consciousness sinking and he entered a state of visualization.

These days, he has been hitting Niwan.

Occasionally, I chat with other people who have avenue runes in the group to exchange experiences.

There are people in this world who practice the Six Secrets of the Human Body like Li Pingan.

Although it's not much, it's not nothing.

Their only goal is to find the Avenue Rune.

Until noon.

The old cow yelled, "Moo!"

It’s time for lunch, and lunch is the rabbit caught during the day.

The food rations at home are running low, and this house will no longer be habitable in a few days.

The previous owner of this house left to make a living elsewhere.

I just thought that someone living here would add some popularity to the house.

Won't be defeated.

As the saying goes, "A person needs an inch of food, and a house needs an inch of people."

If a house is left unoccupied and unmanaged all year round, it will deteriorate quickly.

The owner of this house has been gone for more than two years, but who knows the news recently.

After not doing well outside, I was ready to go back to the village.

When they came back, Li Ping'an naturally wanted to make room for his master.

It's just that I haven't found a place to live yet.

Li Ping'an took a few gulps of cold water and then walked out.

The morning and evening are the time for practicing, and in the afternoon Li Ping'an will walk around the village with his erhu on his back.

Small mountain villages are no better than big cities and lack entertainment life.

Naturally, no one would reward Li Pingan with a few dollars just because he plays Erhu well.

It's just that small mountain villages are better than small mountain villages, and he still quite likes this quiet place.

It feels like the days are passing by so long and everything seems so slow.

Anyway, he was not in a hurry.

It would be nice to slow everything down a bit.

Li Pingan was sitting under a willow tree in the center of the village.

Lao Niu yawned and lay quietly aside, preparing to take a nap.

Li Pingan leaned against the big tree and played the erhu.

He looked relaxed and content.

After a while, a man came over

It seemed that he had just come back from the field and sat down on the roots of a willow tree.

He took off the straw hat on his head and fanned himself in the wind.

He took out a sweat towel from his waist and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The man's name was Liu Dashuan, and he was the only person in the village who was willing to listen to Li Pingan's ditty.

After listening, he took out a penny from his arms and was about to give it to Li Ping'an.

Then he saw his wife coming from not far away.

Liu Dachuan quickly put away the money, like a mouse seeing a cat.

The woman put her hands on her hips and cursed: "Listen! I don't know how to go home after finishing my work.

If you come here to listen to a blind man playing music, you might as well be blind too."

Liu Dashuan smiled naively, "Daughter-in-law, don't talk about me like that."

The woman glared at him and said, "Go home quickly."

With that said, he took back the big boy in Liu Dashuan's arms.

"When can you hide money?"

"Leftover from the last time I sold noodles."

"You have become more capable!" The woman raised her eyebrows coldly, "Tell me! How many more are there?"

"There's only one left."

Liu Dachuan always just smiles.

Afterwards, the angry woman took him home by the ears.

Before leaving, Liu Dachuan's right hand was clasped behind his back.

Hold your index and middle fingers together and flick them lightly.

Li Pingan reached out and took it. It was a big piece.

It turned out there were only two left.

Li Ping'an couldn't help but smile.

[Name: Li Pingan, life span: 260-270]

During these days, Niwan could clearly feel that he was completely different from before when he devoted himself wholeheartedly to his cultivation.

Physical fitness has also improved a lot.

It’s just that cultivation is cultivation, and life is always indispensable without food, rice, oil and salt.

There is not much food at home, and there are no extra houses in the village.

Li Ping'an found a place that pleased his eyes and built a thatched house.

In general, money is needed everywhere.

Li Ping'an dug out the valuable things at home and prepared to go to the black market to exchange for some money.

These things killed the Turkic Hu Yanzhuo last time.

It was stolen from him.

A small sword box containing twelve flying swords.

Although it is not an ordinary thing, it is like tasteless to Li Ping'an.

It's a pity to throw away tasteless food.

Two bags of high-quality spiritual stones, this one should be reserved for cultivation.

And selling this thing can easily lead to trouble.

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The elixir contained in a small box looks like fine red crystal.

It exudes a faint aroma.

After these days of research, it turns out that this elixir should be for avoiding poisons.

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To be continued...