So, this girl is called Qingchen. Why was she chased out?
After being chased out, she still has to risk her life to pick herbs. How is this girl going to live in the future?
Based on the girl's appearance, she should not be more than ten years old, and her body was covered in dust. Xiao Chen felt somewhat sad. It was really difficult for ordinary people to live in the Desolate Sea.
"Don't cry. I promise you that I will bring this herb back. However, tell me, why were you chased out? Who chased you out? Where are your parents? "
Xiao Chen's string of questions confused the girl.
The girl looked at Xiao Chen with watery eyes as she stammered, not knowing which to answer first.
Xiao Chen knew that the girl was too anxious. He sighed and asked in a warmer tone, "Where are your parents?"
"Qingchen does not have parents. They died when she was very young."
This pitiful child turned out to be an orphan. Xiao Chen continued asking, "Who chased you out?"
"Grandpa Village Chief! Grandpa Village Chief told Little Qingchen to go as far away as possible. Sob! Sob! Sob! However, Little Brother is sick. If I do not bring the herbs back to the Spirit Jades, what will happen to Little Brother? Sob! Sob!
Sob! Sob! "The girl seemed to have suffered a great grievance. Worried about her little brother's illness, she cried even harder.
Xiao Chen did not continue asking. He waited for the girl to calm down before asking, "Where is your village?"
"Over there!"
The girl pointed in a direction. Xiao Chen sent his Spiritual Sense into his eyes and looked into the distance. There was indeed a village more than fifty kilometers away.
Xiao Chen picked up the girl and carried her on his way.
"Big Brother, I cannot go back. Grandpa Village Chief will be angry." The girl said somewhat fearfully, "Big Brother, just bring the herbs I picked back. Little Qingchen cannot go back …"
As Xiao Chen looked at the setting sun in the distance, he said softly, "The sky is turning dark. Where can you go?"
To Xiao Chen, fifty kilometers would not take long.
Along the way, Xiao Chen ran into a group of bandits riding mutated beasts.
Bandits were like sand in the Desolate Sea, everywhere. In the land of bloodshed, it was difficult for morality to exist. Chaos and slaughter coexisted.
Xiao Chen didn't speak to the other party. He didn't even give the other party a chance to speak.
Xiao Chen covered Qing Chen's eyes with his left hand and punched with his right.
The hundred bandits in front of them, along with the strange beasts they rode, all turned into a bloody mist.
After Qing Chen let go, she blinked. Why did that group of bad people suddenly disappear?
Looking at his surroundings, he felt more and more familiar with them.
Qing Chen felt both anticipation and fear. She did not dare to say anything in Xiao Chen's embrace.
When it was getting dark, Xiao Chen arrived at the village.
There were about a hundred households in the village. The village was surrounded by a simple fence made of lightning-subduing wood, which was used to prevent dirty things from entering at night.
The Lightning-Falling Wood was a kind of wood in the Desolate Sea that had a suppressive effect on filthy things.
Villages and other gathering places mostly had this kind of wood, forming a fence, making it look like a stockade.
At this moment, the sky was getting dark. Many villagers were reinforcing the fence. When they saw Xiao Chen and the girl in his arms, they immediately panicked.
"Quickly, tell the Village Chief that Qing Chen is back!"
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
These villagers stopped what they were doing and ran back in a fluster. This surprised Xiao Chen somewhat.
When Qing Chen, who was put down, saw this scene, she felt sad and could not help crying again.
Soon, the villagers escorted a skinny, hemp-robed old man over. The old man looked at Qing Chen, then at Xiao Chen. Then, he sighed and said, "Bring her back. This Young Hero, it is getting dark. Come in and talk."
This old man's cultivation was not high. However, the people who lived in the Desolate Sea were much stronger than the ordinary people outside.
If one could not adapt to this harsh environment, one would not be able to survive. Hence, while this old man looked old, he was spirited.
Seeing that this old man did not seem like a bad person, Xiao Chen said softly, "Village Chief, these are herbs that Little Qing Chen picked outside. She wants to give them to her younger brother."
Qing Chen's eyes brimmed with tears as she carried the herbs over. She sobbed and said, "Grandpa Village Chief, Little Qing Chen will not be going in. Grandpa Village Chief will help me sell these herbs. Take care of my younger brother. He is sick. I'm afraid that no one will take care of him."
The old Village Chief let out a long sigh. A trace of sorrow flashed in his ancient eyes, and tears flickered in them.
"Come in. It is getting dark. If there is anything, we can talk about it tomorrow. You should go and see your younger brother. Everyone has been taking care of him. "
"Really?"
Qing Chen blinked but still did not dare to go in.
Xiao Chen did not say anything. He picked her up and directly entered the village chief's residence.
As the sky turned dark, the villagers quickly closed the village's wooden gates and scattered a layer of black dust along the way.
After Xiao Chen sent Qing Chen to her house, Qing Chen could not help but bow to him. "Thank you, Big Brother. I'm going to see my younger brother."
As for the wooden house, Xiao Chen did not enter.
The old village chief sighed and led Xiao Chen to the side.
"How should I address this old man?"
The village chief said, "I am old and the seventh child. Everyone in the village calls me Grandpa Seven."
"In that case, I'll call you Grandpa Seven."
The village chief quickly said, "You can't do that, you can't do that. With one look, I can tell that Little Brother is not an ordinary person. You have delicate features and delicate bones. How can you address me, an old man, as Grandpa Seven?"
"It's fine. Let's go somewhere else to talk."
Grandpa Seven led Xiao Chen to his house.
There were other people in the house. When they heard that Grandpa Seven had an honored guest, they quickly took out wine and started to serve him.
Unexpectedly, the wine poured out of the crude beast-skin wine pouch was unexpectedly delicious.
Xiao Chen drained it in one gulp. Then, he exclaimed in shock, "Great wine! Grandpa Seven brewed this yourself?"
Grandpa Seven revealed a smile on his wrinkled face. "Yes, a little craftsmanship passed down from my ancestors."
An honest-looking youth at the side said, "How is it a little craftsmanship? The wine that our Grandpa Seven brewed is the best in the surrounding five thousand kilometers. The wine that our ancestors brewed has even appeared in Desolate City's Heavenly Fragrance Banquet. "
Desolate City:
The largest city in the Desolate Sea could be considered a holy city. This city was very ancient, even older than some of the dragon cities in the Divine Dragon Empire.
This city gathered the factions of the world, a dazzling pearl in the Desolate Sea.
As for the Heavenly Fragrance Banquet, it was even more incredible.
The Heavenly Fragrance Holy Land would hold a banquet every one hundred years, inviting everyone. It was a rare event in the world that could attract all the factions.
Grandpa Seven sighed, "This is all in the past. The world is too chaotic now, and ingredients are hard to find. The skill of brewing wine was mostly lost in my generation. What is the point of knowing how to brew wine in this day and age? "
Grandpa Seven's words were filled with emotion. His tone was filled with sorrow.
Xiao Chen changed the topic. "Grandpa Seven, why did you chase Little Qing Chen out? I can tell that you are not a ruthless person. Is there a reason for this?"
"The great roc soars with the wind and soars forty-five thousand kilometers. Little Brother, your aura is extraordinary. Sooner or later, you will soar into the sky. Our small village is not even a drop of water in the great roc's eyes. Little brother, why do you have to worry about such things? "
The old man could tell that Xiao Chen was not an ordinary cultivator, so he said that Xiao Chen had a great future ahead of him.
The small matters of the village were nothing compared to his world, so he told Xiao Chen to ignore them.
The great roc would not pay attention to Yu, who leaped up with the waves as it soared.
When it soared, it would cross five thousand kilometers in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it would become nothing. It could only fly higher and further by looking forward.
Grandpa Seven's words were a tactful rejection and also out of politeness. There was also some pride, not wanting to ask a stranger for help. He could clearly see that Xiao Chen and Xiao Chen were people of two different worlds.
"Grandpa Seven, you can't say things like that." Xiao Chen found this somewhat strange. He put down his wine cup and wanted to say something.
However, Grandpa Seven interrupted him. "In the Desolate Sea, there is always blood and death every day. Even the Sages cannot deal with this. Little Brother, you really don't have to worry. Everyone has their own fate in this world … You should rest well here tonight. "
When Xiao Chen saw the situation, he felt helpless. He knew that this matter could not be rushed.
The night passed quietly.
When the sun rose, Xiao Chen walked out of his house and saw the villagers gathered together, worshiping a lone peak in the distance.
The lone peak was a verdant mountain. However, there was no vegetation on it, looking like it was made of Divine Metal.
Xiao Chen looked at it and frowned heavily. He could not help feeling suspicious.
This green mountain had an extraordinary aura. When it rose from the ground, it gave off a sharp aura that soared into the sky. However, when it reached the summit, this aura stopped.
There was a flat platform at the summit. It looked neat and smooth, like someone had chopped it off.
After these people finished worshiping, Xiao Chen went to find the honest-looking youth in Grandpa Seven's house yesterday and asked about it.
When the honest-looking youth heard this question, he scratched his head and said, "I don't know, either. What's strange about this place? I heard that every morning, they worship this green mountain. This is a rule passed down by our ancestors. I don't know what they worship, either. However, after worshiping it, I do feel somewhat at ease. It's strange. "
"Has no one gone to take a look?"
"That place is not clean. Even if it's daytime, it is still very gloomy. After getting within ten kilometers, no one dares to go over. Grandpa Seven also warned us not to go over. "
Xiao Chen could not help feeling even more suspicious.
Suddenly, the honest-looking youth leaned over and whispered, "I once heard from the elders in the village that this mountain originally had a dragon head. It has always been a dragon head mountain. Later, the dragon head broke, and it became unclean. "
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