The next moment, Zhao Fan's smile stopped, because he saw that behind the original stone tablet, it was the light of nature!

Zhao Fan took three steps forward and stood at the location where the original stone monument was, with the blue sky and white clouds above, the warm sun hanging in the air, and a turbulent river below!

His throat moved, and he lay on the edge of the hole on this side of the hole, slowly stretched his head down, and drank in a big gulp.

Calculate the time, it has been four and a half months without water, fortunately, the treasure contains water, otherwise the skin would have been dry and cracked due to lack of water.

After drinking enough happily, when Zhao Fan went to reclaim his head, he saw a person's half of his body reflected in the water, which was a little blurry, but he could barely see a rough idea.

Unkempt, with a scruffy beard, his shirt nearly shattered into strips of rags, and a chapped wood carving around his neck......

Zhao Fan didn't know that it was himself at all, he was stunned, and reflexively raised his hands to slap the figure in the water, however, he suddenly lost the balance of his body and plunged into it.

"Ah...... Ahhh Zhao Fan struggled and shouted in the rapids, he would not use the powerful mana of Longyang Jindan, as well as the terrifying power of his body, no matter how much he struggled, it would be useless, and he was rushed downstream with the current.

Not only that, he floated and fell in the water, choking on several mouthfuls of water in a row, but he was actually sleepy......

For the first four and a half days, he had not closed his eyes for a moment, but at this moment, his two eyelids were as heavy as lead, and his exposed head yawned long, and his heart fell into a big sleep......

Next, Zhao Fan's body floated sideways on the river that led to nowhere.

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In southern Xinjiang, in the second half of the barren land of Wanshan, close to the edge of the primeval forest, there is a small village called Shidao Village, which has about 70 families and a population of about 200.

The village existed here thousands of years ago, not only that, but there are many such existences distributed in the barren land of thousands of mountains, and in addition to the exchanges between villages and villages, generations have lived a life of isolation from the outside world, whether it is a peaceful and prosperous era, or a war and chaos, it has never affected this place.

Even in modern times, there are still no such villages on the map, and there is not even electricity, so they live a life of relying on the mountains and water.

Not only that, whether it is from the barren land of Wanshan or the primeval forest over there, the road to the village is tortuous and complicated, and there is no signal coverage here, even if the outsiders have a good sense of direction, when they come in and go out, they can no longer find the way back, only the residents who live in the village will shuttle freely and not lose their way.

Therefore, occasionally people from the outside world come in unexpectedly, are warmly welcomed by the residents, and want to come back after leaving, just like it is written in "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", racking their brains and not being able to visit again.

The name of the village comes from the head of the village, there is a huge stone knife like a ghostly axe, stuck in the ground like the patron saint of the whole village, every major festival, the villagers will worship and hold banquets here.

Not far to the east of Shidao Village, there is a small river.

And in the middle of the river, the descendants were fishing with nets, and there were many women and girls who had not yet left the court, and there was a stone in front of them, and after washing, they put it on it, and beat it with a smooth but hard mallet.

This is the most primitive way, relying on the power of the stick to hit the clothes, and the water, to bring out the dirt, and it will be clean.

The women were talking and laughing with each other.