I'm Really A Newcomer

Even though there were no lights in the wooden house, the flickering candlelight was unexpectedly bright.

As if wearing an orange filter, Jiang Mian was able to see each of them clearly.

Perhaps due to year-round exposure to direct sunlight and frequent exercise, the skin of the residents of Xiniland is a healthy wheat color, but subtle texture will inevitably appear due to long-term exposure to the sun.

They all wore clothing made of animal skins and coarse cloth, but surprisingly they didn't look rough, but rather had ethnic characteristics.

After all, it was not autumn yet, and the man even had his muscular and powerful upper body exposed, but his bronze body was missing only one left arm.

The girl with short chestnut hair has a small tiger tooth. Her appearance is not very delicate, but her facial contours are as smooth as an alleyway filled with cool breeze in the afternoon.

The girl's eyelashes are as thick as crow feathers, and under the light and shadow of the candlelight, you can even see her looming muscle lines like oil paintings.

Seeing that Jiang Mian did not look like a familiar villager in the neighborhood, the girl decisively hugged the child who looked to be only six or seven years old sitting on the bench, while the one-armed man alertly picked up the spear leaning against the wall.

Under the hostile gazes of everyone, Jiang Mian took out a piece of brown paper, which was the letter of introduction given to him by Ye Taoli.

Of course, what really dispelled everyone's hostility was the two thick stacks of moon coins that Jiang Mian placed on the wooden table.

After reading the brown paper, the one-armed man put two stacks of moon coins into his pocket.

He smiled and held out a cow leg and said, "You haven't had dinner? Come on, let's eat together."

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After a brief conversation, Jiang Mian learned that this village was called Mengjia Village, and almost all the villages on the outskirts of the Sinilan Ancient Forest were in the tour guide business, but they generally only received visitors with letters of introduction.

This consensus began as a way to identify some Sinilans who had returned from overseas, but over time it developed into a tradition.

The rugged man who lost his left arm was named Meng Zhong. His wife died of the epidemic a few years ago.

Meng Zhong had three children in total, the eldest son was named Meng A Niu, the second daughter was named Meng Linxi, and the younger son was named Meng Atie.

Why the painting style of the girl's name is a little different? According to Meng Zhong, it is because they happened to receive a guest from the Yue Clan nineteen years ago. He originally wanted to name the born girl Meng Amei, but the coquettish name was The young man quickly stopped.

A few clusters of soft light and shadow trickled down from the gaps in the sparse leaves, and the baby suddenly stopped crying.

"Why don't we call him Meng Linxi." The young man rubbed his fingertips and said softly.

Meng Zhong was not a cultured person, so the name was quite deceiving, so Meng Amei became Meng Linxi.

Jiang Mian had a smile on his lips, but he always felt that the young man Meng Zhong described seemed inexplicably familiar.

"A Niu should be back soon... Tomorrow you can follow him to the hunting station in the town to register. Don't worry, if there are any difficulties during this period, A Niu will protect you. Although we are a small village, he But it is the brave man who wins the crown in the wild hunt." Meng Zhong said proudly.

But despite being proud, he looked a little lonely on the empty left side.

"Brother is a 25-year-old third-level hunter." Meng Linxi added softly, looking at Jiang Mian's confused look.

Meng Zhong has met all kinds of people in the past few decades, and not all of them are as outrageous as the red-haired boy who was already a fifth-level man nineteen years ago. The other young people who came to practice are at Meng A Niu's age. The highest level is only second level, and his son is already considered a gifted person blessed by God.

The deep-sea man in front of me looks ordinary. I hope he won't be frightened and run away as soon as he gets the hunting order.

Meng Zhong triumphantly imagined Jiang Mian's shocked look, but saw his calm face.

"Aren't you surprised?" Meng Zhong said doubtfully.

"ah?"

"ah!"

"So awesome, so awesome."

Jiang Mian applauded, but Meng Zhong always felt that something was wrong.

While everyone was chatting, the door of the wooden house was suddenly kicked open.

The night with a faint moonlight was blown into the house by the evening wind. The wanton black-haired young man was carrying a spear, and the cold iron tip was picking up the corpse of a third-level wild boar king, with scarlet blood still flowing down.

"Don't kick the door, don't kick the door, and don't let the prey come home!" Meng Linxi pushed Meng Aniu's body with disgust on his face.

"Not next time, sister." Meng A Niu smiled and threw the Wild Boar King casually on the wild grass outside the door.

Jiang Mian looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

"Dad." Meng Ah Niu nodded respectfully towards Meng Zhong, then scratched Meng Atie's little head.

"Hey, we have a new guest." Meng Aniu's tone rose slightly, as if he was used to being carefree.

"Yaoguang... My name is Jiang Yaoguang." Jiang Mian said softly.

Meng A Niu was shirtless like Meng Zhong, and his lean body was covered with bite marks and scratches from wild beasts.

Jiang Mian thought of the outstanding young people of the Yue Clan whom he had seen at the Five Armies Competition a few days ago. Perhaps the strength of the young people was not as good as those of Ji Yue and Xueyue, but they were still enough to advance into the top five.

"Brother, the guests are from the deep sea." Meng Linxi took the spear from Meng A Niu and leaned against the wall.

Meng Aniu looked at Jiang Mian's face, which looked particularly bland and ordinary after the disguise, but his eyes finally stopped on Jiang Mian's eyes.

Perhaps it was the intuition developed from years of hunting, but Meng A Niu felt that this face was not worthy of his eyes.

Those eyes were full of mist, rain and brilliance, like the Gana Lake deep in the forest filled with stars.