Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

Seeing Yang Jian coming back, all the villagers subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Qiaoqiao hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Where did you go? I searched around the area and couldn't find you. I was scared to death." Me."

Although the momentum of the attack by Yang Jian and the robbers was not huge, it still spread here.

The villagers of Nanshan Village were afraid that something would happen to Yang Jian, so they sent a few people into the woods to look for Yang Jian. Now there are still three people who have not returned.

Yang Jian scratched his head and said weakly: "I was afraid that someone would peek, so I went to a more remote place."

That attitude and eyes were completely unlike the resolute killing god just now.

Do not ask.

The question is [Actor’s self-cultivation]

On the opposite side, looking at Yang Jian's innocent eyes, Yang Qiaoqiao's somewhat angry face suddenly softened, and then said softly: "We are also worried, there seems to be a fight in front."

"If something happens to you, how will we explain it to the village chief?"

Yang Jian nodded and said: "I understand, I also heard the noise over there, so I came back quickly."

Because there were three more people who went into the mountain to look for Yang Jian, the convoy continued to park and did not move in order to wait for their return.

About ten minutes later, the three people who left came back one after another. When they saw that Yang Jian was okay, they all had happy expressions. However, there was a middle-aged man with dark skin, his expression was still a little dazed, and his lips were slightly red. Bai, it looked like he was frightened by something.

He made a look, avoided most people, and then went to the side to whisper with a few senior people in the team.

Yang Jian listened quietly.

"I saw a dozen dead people! Their bodies were red and steaming, and they looked like they were dead."

"Besides, he died just a few minutes ago."

"What? Then I'm afraid it's a bit dangerous here."

"We shouldn't stay in this kind of place of right and wrong for a long time. Let's change our route. What if we meet the villain who killed those people?"

When he heard this, the villain blinked his eyes with a look of helplessness on his face.

I am the villain myself?

Yang Jian laughed dumbly, then leaned back and lay in Yang Qiaoqiao's soft arms, and began to close his eyes and rest.

"Huh? Aren't you clamoring to ride a horse by yourself?" Yang Qiaoqiao asked curiously.

"I'm tired and no longer interested." Yang Jian raised his eyelids and said.

Seeing Yang Jian's young adult-like expression, Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help laughing, and without saying anything else, she hugged Yang Jian to prevent him from falling.

Afterwards, several senior villagers discussed it and did not say anything about the dead person in front of them for fear of causing panic to other villagers.

It’s just that I just discovered that there is a problem with the road ahead and I need to find another way.

Although this detour would take a while, safety came first, and they didn't know that the villain they were talking about was Yang Jian.

The short and medium-sized convoy changed direction and headed towards another frequently traveled mountain road.

...............

About three days later, it was noon, and the sun was a bit fierce at this time. The team temporarily stopped at the edge of a crystal clear river to rest.

Yang Jian really likes this kind of weather, which is conducive to his practice of Yanyang Qigong.

Because this exercise can be practiced when the weather is dry and hot, it can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Yang Jian approached the river, took some water from it, and then washed his face. The clear water flowed down his cheeks, giving him a refreshing and cool touch.

After washing his face, Yang Jian looked down at the river and saw the figure reflected on the water.

He is still young, but his facial features already have the beginnings of a beautiful man.

"This guy is really good-looking, who is he?"

"Oh, it turns out it's me. That's okay." After amusing himself for a while, Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, then raised his head and looked at the outline of a village not far away.

"Sister Qiao, what's the name of that village?"

Yang Jian shouted to Yang Qiaoqiao.

At this time, Yang Qiaoqiao was also washing his face with the cool river water. After hearing Yang Jian's voice, he responded: "It seems to be called Holy Soul Village."

"It is said that their village had a soul saint a long time ago, so it has such a name."

"But now, it's almost the same as us."

Holy Soul Village... The motorcade passed many villages along the way, and Yang Jian would ask questions every time. At this moment, he finally heard the name of the village he wanted to hear.

"Counting the time, Tang San should still be in the village."

After thinking secretly for a while, Yang Jian asked: "Are we going to Holy Soul Village?"

Yang Qiaoqiao shook the crystal water on her face and said with a smile: "Of course, we only went out to sell wine."

"Although there is a high probability that you will not buy in such a small village, you can't just pass by without going there."

Many small villages are self-sufficient, and selling some local products to survive, such as buying wine from other villages, can be said to be quite luxurious.

90.00% of the drinks in Nanshan Village are supplied to the city.

But as Yang Qiaoqiao said, when passing these small villages, the convoy will also stop for a moment, firstly to see if it can be lucky to sell some, and secondly to buy some food or fresh water reserves for consumption on the road.

When passing other villages before, the convoy also stopped for a while.

But so far, no one from the small villages has bought the convoy’s drinks. After all, it’s not a big city, and most people in the small villages are living in poverty. The convoy also expected this to happen, but it’s a good idea to stop when passing by a small village. This customary tradition is mainly for purchasing supplies for the road.

After hearing Yang Qiaoqiao's confirmation, Yang Jian glanced at the direction of Holy Soul Village again and then withdrew his gaze.

"Yes, I can't wait to get to know the people in Holy Soul Village."

He mainly wanted to try Tang Sect's Xuantian Baolu.

Next to him, Yang Qiaoqiao saw that Yang Jian was not as calm as usual, and asked curiously: "Why are you so excited?"

Yang Jian spread his hands and said: "It's normal for me to be more excited when the Soul Saint appears in a village."

A few minutes later, the convoy left the river and moved towards the Holy Soul Village.

As time went by, lush bluesilver grass appeared on both sides of the road the convoy was driving, and the outline of Holy Soul Village became more and more obvious, and the figures of some villagers were also vaguely visible.

Soon, the convoy officially arrived at Holy Soul Village.

In Yang Jian's view, this village is very small, not even comparable to Nanshan Village, which had not become wealthy before. It is just three or four not-so-long mountain roads with some low and simple houses scattered here and there.

When they saw the convoy approaching, many people in Holy Soul Village put down their work and looked over.

Passing convoys are not common. In remote villages where transportation is not convenient, once they appear, they will basically attract a lot of attention.

"Excellent wine, with a mellow taste and long lasting power. Does anyone need anything?"

"Everyone come and take a look. It's sold at a bargain price. Don't miss it if you pass by."

"......"

Several people from Nanshan Village who often walked in convoys started shouting at the crowd, and many people from Holy Soul Village gathered around. However, after hearing the price, many people from Holy Soul Village who were originally interested shook their heads helplessly, and then Turned and left.

Yang Jian watched this scene quietly, his eyes wandering among the crowd.