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A dazzling light suddenly soared up from the pillar. The light was too dazzling. It was definitely the brightest light that the young man had ever seen.
After the light shone, a white-haired old man slowly appeared in the young man's line of sight.
"This, could this be the deity that mother was talking about?" The young man opened his eyes wide.
In the next moment, the young man immediately ran in front of the white-haired old man.
"Mister, are you a deity?" The young man lifted his head and looked at the white-haired old man with anticipation.
"Deity?" Jian Wushuang looked at the little guy in front of him with interest. When he saw the latter's big, watery eyes, he was delighted.
If he were at his peak, with his power in Qing Tian Mystery Land, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a deity.
However, at that moment, he was only a normal person.
"I am not a deity. I am only a passerby," Jian Wushuang laughed.
"You are lying. I have never seen such a bright light. However, you walked out from the light. You must be a deity," the young man insisted.
"Haha, if you really think so, then I am," Jian Wushuang laughed and looked down, "Little guy, what is your name?"
"My name is Chen Hu. I am from Chen Village. The people in the village call me Hu Zi," the young man said.
"Chen Village?" Jian Wushuang was surprised.
"Our village is at the foot of the mountain. Old deity, do you want me to bring you there?" the young man, Chen Hu, said.
"Alright, let's take a look," Jian Wushuang laughed.
Under Chen Hu's lead, Jian Wushuang walked to the village at the foot of the mountain slowly.
It was a very ordinary and simple village. Jian Wushuang came to a bamboo house in the village.
In the bamboo house, there was a middle-aged woman and a little girl who was four or five years old with braids.
"Mother, I met an old deity today. I brought him here," Chen Hu ran to the middle-aged woman excitedly.
The middle-aged woman rubbed Chen Hu's head, then looked at Jian Wushuang and said with an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, Old Mister. This little guy doesn't know anything. May I know who you are?"
"I'm a traveler passing by. As for my name, call me Wu Chen." Jian Wushuang smiled.
Dustless … Walking through a world without leaving a single trace of dust behind was what Jian Wushuang desired.
"Old Mister Wu Chen, are you walking alone in this mountain? Aren't you afraid of encountering mounted bandits? "Chen Hu's mother asked.
"Horse bandits?" Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows.
"Sigh, our mountain is very big, and there are more than a hundred villages like our Chen Family Village. Of course, there are also many mounted gangsters in this mountain. These mounted gangsters plunder all year round, and whoever doesn't give them money will be killed by them. Hu Zi's father died in the hands of those mounted gangsters." Chen Hu's mother said.
"Is that so?" Jian Wushuang nodded faintly.
"Let's not talk about this first. The sun has already set. Old Mister, I'm afraid you haven't eaten yet. Coincidentally, I've prepared a meal. Old Mister, come and have a bite." Chen Hu's mother smiled and invited him.
"Eat?" Jian Wushuang's expression was a little strange.
Cultivators fed on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. At most, they would eat some special fruits or some special delicacies to fill their stomachs.
As for eating to fill their stomachs, Jian Wushuang hadn't done so for a long time since he stepped into the path of cultivation.
"If so, then I'll disturb you." Jian Wushuang smiled and accepted the invitation.
Simple tea and plain food.
However, Jian Wushuang ate with relish.
After the meal, it was night time and the moon was bright in the sky.
Jian Wushuang sat on the mountainside of the mountain and looked down at the brightly lit and peaceful village.
"Compared to cultivators, mortals are indeed weak and small. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them ants."
"However, while cultivators have the benefits of being a cultivator, they also have the benefits of being a mortal. At the very least, there aren't many cultivators who can live such peaceful days."
With a slight smile, Jian Wushuang closed his eyes.
The night passed.
In the morning, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, the peaceful village was already bustling with noise and excitement. A large number of men in the village appeared in the middle of the small drill ground. They took out their weapons and started to practice. Moreover, most of the weapons they practiced were spears. However, these spears were mostly made of wood and metal. Only a few people had them.
Jian Wushuang also came to the drill ground and looked at the many spear skills in front of him. These spear skills were the most simple of stabs, flicks and sweeps.
Although they were ordinary, with continuous practice, they would be able to wield great power.
It was a pity that the people in the Chen Family Village were all ordinary people. They used the strength of ordinary people. The strongest was only a hundred jin. However, there wasn't a single warrior.
"Ha!" "Hmph!"
Chen Hu, who was only eight years old, was also holding a wooden spear that was taller than him. He was also practicing with the adults. His gaze was firm. Although he was young, when he practiced his spear skills, he was full of vigor.
After a long time, everyone finished their collective practice. Next, it was individual practice.
"Hu Zi, come here." Jian Wushuang waved his hand.
Chen Hu immediately ran over with the thumb long spear. "Old Mister, what's wrong?"
After one night, Chen Hu also knew that Jian Wushuang wasn't some old immortal. However, he was still extremely respectful towards Jian Wushuang.
"You like to use spears?" Jian Wushuang looked at Chen Hu and asked.
"Yes, not only do I like it. Most of the people in the village like to use spears. Like my father. He used to use spears and his spear skills are very good." Chen Hu said.
"How good?" Jian Wushuang asked.
"In any case, there aren't many people in our village who can compare to him." Chen Hu revealed a proud expression. However, his expression changed after that, "Old Mister, do you know spear skills?"
"Mm …" Jian Wushuang thought for a while and nodded his head, "I know a little."
What Jian Wushuang said was the truth. Although he specialized in swordsmanship, he had some understanding of other weapons. It was just that he wasn't proficient in them.
However, with his realm, even if it was just a slight understanding, in the Qing Tian Mystery Land, he would probably be at the level of a master.
"Old Mister, you really know spear skills?" Chen Hu was delighted. His voice also attracted the attention of many people around him.
Quite a number of people from the manor walked over.
"Old Mister Wu Chen, you know spear skills?"
"Could it be that you are a martial artist?"
The people in the village also knew that Jian Wushuang was a traveler who was passing by and his name was Wu Chen.
Looking at the people surrounding him, Jian Wushuang smiled, "I am not a martial artist. However, in terms of spear skills, I do know a little."
"That's great. Old Mister, can you help me take a look at these few spear skills that I created myself?"
A stocky man said in surprise. After that, he immediately performed the three spear skills that he created in front of Jian Wushuang.
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