Chapter 222 Zhengdong
Duan Qing smiled in astonishment and nodded.
"So be it!"
The old fisherman laughed heartily.
"Haha, you are a good swordsman. You are a chivalrous and righteous man and bring justice to the world. Old man, I also wanted to be a swordsman when I was young!"
Duan Qing smiled. He was not a worldly swordsman, and he didn't want to go out and do those good deeds.
What he wants now is to go further on the path of cultivating Taoism, live according to his own ideas, and protect the people around him.
"The world is tough and living is not easy! How can we care about so many injustices!"
Duan Qing felt this. Over the years of his practice, he had experienced many things. He was imprisoned several times and almost died. He was lucky to be alive. If he was asked to meddle in the world's affairs, he couldn't do it.
"Living is not easy, so it depends on how you live. Look at me, old man, who makes a living by fishing. I only have half a pot of wine every day and three meals a day, so I am very content."
The old fisherman pointed to the pot of rice wine at his feet and said calmly.
Duan Qing said nothing, sighing in his heart. If he had not practiced cultivation and stayed in Xiao'an City, he would probably be satisfied with the life of an old fisherman.
In fact, he understands the old fisherman's mentality very well. Being born in Xiao'an City, he naturally knows what stability means to ordinary people.
Just like his parents, who fled thousands of miles from Erlan Country to settle down in Xiao'an City, all they wanted was stability!
But once he entered the path of spiritual cultivation, such a stable life was out of reach for him. Survival of the fittest by the weak and the strong was an unchanging truth in the world of immortality. He saw this clearly than anyone else.
Even if you don't provoke others, there will always be people who will provoke you, such as He Sheng and others, who plotted against his life when he first arrived in the third heaven. If he hadn't been more thoughtful, there might not even be any scum left at this moment!
Seeing that Duan Qing was silent, the old fisherman stopped disturbing him and focused on rowing, humming fishing songs from time to time, always looking very happy.
The fishing boat sailed around the mountain in the lake, and about half an hour later, it docked at a small town at the foot of the mountain.
Duan Qing thanked the old fisherman and said, "Thank you very much, uncle!"
After saying that, Duan Qing jumped up, landed on the shore, and was ready to leave.
Seeing this, the old fisherman quickly stopped Duan Qing.
"Little friend, wait a minute!"
Duan Qing looked back at the old fisherman and asked puzzledly: "What advice do you have, old man?"
"Haha, I see my little friend is in a hurry, but do you want to get out of the mountain in a hurry?"
Duan Qing nodded and did not deny it. He was just inspired by the artistic conception of the old fisherman's fishing song before, but now he had to rush to the vase viewing platform to see if he could meet Lu Ying and others.
"The weather is about to change, and a heavy rain is coming. It may not be a good time to go out to the mountains at this time. My friend, why not stay in the town for a day before leaving!"
The old fisherman pointed to the sky and kindly reminded him that he had lived in seclusion in this mountain town for many years and knew the weather in the mountains well. He could tell by looking at the sky that there would be a heavy rain soon.
Duan Qing subconsciously raised his head and looked above his head. Sure enough, the rising sun had been obscured by a group of dark clouds at some point, and it really looked like it was going to rain.
But he didn't care at all. As a monk in the Mortal Realm, there was no need to be afraid of rain when flying with a sword!
"Thank you for your kindness, old man, but I have something important to attend to, so I won't stay any longer!"
Duan Qing randomly found an excuse, excused himself, turned around and walked into the town!
The lakeshore here was too close to the town, and there was an old fisherman present. It was not good for him to leave directly with his sword. It would be better for him to leave the town and find a deserted place before leaving.
Anyway, the spirit boat to the third heaven will arrive in more than twenty days. Even if Master Qingchen and others want to go to the third heaven, they have to wait first, so they don't miss this time.
It’s not necessarily possible to fly over directly!
The town is surrounded by mountains on two sides and faces a lake at the back. The scenery is beautiful and it is a good place for seclusion.
Walking in the town, seeing almost everyone in the town with happy smiles on their faces, Duan Qing felt a little calm in his heart for no reason.
It is not a blessing to live a peaceful life here!
The style of houses in the town is quite different from that in Xiaoan City. Most of them are built of wood and bamboo, which give them a unique look.
Not long after, Duan Qing arrived at the entrance of the town and looked back at a stone tablet standing at the entrance.
Zhengdong Town!
What a strange name!
After thinking about it for a moment, Duan Qing knew how the name came about. The town was roughly in the shape of a long strip from the lake shore to the entrance of the town, running east-west.
The town entrance faces the east, so no wonder it got such a name.
"No, no, no! Xiao Liuzi was eaten by a monster!"
At this moment, a dark-skinned boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, holding a hatchet, ran into the town from the outside of the town in panic, shouting as he walked. When he ran past Duan Qing, he couldn't help but look sideways. Duan Qing gave a huge green look in his hand.
The boy's shout quickly attracted the attention of the people in the town. Many people ran out of the house, surrounded the dark boy, and started asking questions.
"Xiao Fei, what's going on, where is Xiao Liuzi?"
"What kind of monster? Xiaofei, you brat, don't talk nonsense. When has there ever been a monster in our Zhengdong Town?"
"Why are you the only one coming back, where is Xiao Fei?"
…
A group of people were all talking, asking questions about the dark-skinned boy Xiao Fei.
Xiaofei collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath. Faced with the continuous questions from everyone, he hesitated and couldn't answer a word.
"stop fighting!"
At this time, a middle-aged man pushed through the crowd, squeezed in front of Xiao Fei and shouted, then looked at Xiao Fei and said nervously: "Xiao Fei, weren't you and my Xiao Liu going to chop wood? Why are you the only one coming back? My Xiao Fei Woolen cloth!"
"Speak!" Seeing Xiao Fei just panting, the middle-aged man squatted down, held Xiao Fei's shoulders, and shook him hard and asked urgently.
Xiao Fei swallowed hard and said out of breath: "Uncle Qin, Xiao Liuzi...he...is gone! He was eaten by a monster! Wuwu..."
There was deep fear in Xiaofei's eyes, and he even burst into tears at the end.
The people around were in an uproar and started talking among themselves.
"Xiao Liu is gone! Is the Qin family just a single seedling? What should we do in the future!"
"Hey! Poor old man Qin is so old! If he knew about Xiaoliu...!"
"Monsters! I have never heard of monsters in Zhengdong Town. It's not Xiaofei's nonsense!"
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The middle-aged man's eyes turned red as if he had been struck by lightning. He stared at Xiao Fei, and his wheat-colored hands clasped Xiao Fei's shoulders.
"What's going on! What kind of monster!"
Xiaofei was so frightened by the middle-aged man's expression that he stood still for a moment, and then slowly told what happened.
"At dawn today, Xiao Liuzi and I went into the mountains to cut firewood. We have walked that road into the mountains many times before. It used to be a good walk, but this time there was a big pothole on the way, which blocked the road. !
Xiao Liuzi said he wanted to take a detour, but I thought it was a waste of time and refused, so I had to drag Xiao Liuzi through the pit.
As soon as we got down into the pit, a monster came out and ate Xiao Liuzi in one bite. Woohoo! "