It was the first time Ji Hao had walked into Pusaka.

It was nothing like what he had imagined, there were no majestic palaces and no well-guarded compounds. Except for some big forces from the Four Desolations, and the cities built for their clansmen by powerful tribes such as the Ten Day Kingdom, the rest of the world is still natural.

The bluestone paved road is more than two feet wide, and extends smoothly and gently with the terrain.

The forks of the road extended to the hills, the forests, the valleys and streams, at the foot of those mountains, in the forests, by the streams, or a small eaves flying, or small buildings standing, or a few stone houses enclose a small courtyard dam.

The buildings here are sparsely arranged with the natural topography. People of the same tribe are closer to each other, and people of different tribes are farther away from each other.

In Ji Hao's view, Pusaka is more like a huge collection of villages. It seems that a giant hand of the gods grabbed tens of millions of villages at random, and then threw them into the fertile soil of Kamasaka, which is rich in water and grass, and these villages fell to the ground, so Kamakan was born.

'Quack, quack', a large group of at least 3,000 mallard ducks who were so fat that they could barely walk staggered along the road, and the leading duck shouted at Ji Hao a few times arrogantly, and even tried to peck Ji Hao.

Ji Hao had no choice but to get out of the way of the middle of the road and stand in the waist-deep grass on the side of the road.

The fat ducks of the brigade twisted their big butts and walked slowly, and when a few female ducks passed by Ji Hao, they suddenly pouted their butts and struggled hard in the grass nest, and suddenly a few hot green shell duck eggs fell into the grass nest.

"Huh!" Ji Hao smiled and stretched out his hand, and was about to grab a few green-shelled eggs to eat, when two thin dogs wagged their tails and rushed over. With a lick of his tongue, he took the duck egg in his mouth, and then a small white donkey ran briskly with a large basket on his back.

The two thin dogs gently put the duck eggs in the basket on the white donkey's back, and then stretched out their long soft tongues and licked Ji Hao's palms affectionately, leaving a hot smell of duck feces on his palms.

"Good dog, really good dog!" Ji Hao rolled his eyes speechlessly. Affectionately rubbed the necks of the two dogs with his hands. It is really a good dog, the two thin dogs are six feet long, the fur is oily and shiny, and the muscles under the thin skin are bulging, smooth and powerful.

What made Ji Hao even more speechless was that there were more than a dozen points on the bodies of these two big dogs that exuded a surging essence and blood aura. These two dogs are actually big witch-level fierce beasts, and the number of witch caves opened up is more than twice as many as Ji Hao's!

The two thin dogs seemed to like the natural and harmonious taste of Ji Hao's body. They were tired of Ji Hao's side, constantly rubbing their necks against Ji Hao's legs. The little donkey was standing beside Ji Hao with the old god there, and with his long tongue rolled into the grass, he rolled a large handful of alfalfa and a bush of whitetongue orchids into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Hehe, little friend, Big Flower and Little Flower like you very much. An old man in a robe, a hat on his head, and a fish basket hanging from his waist walked slowly behind the ducks. The breeze and drizzle hit him. The figure of the old man seems to fit together with this piece of landscape, turning into a beautiful ink painting.

"I like them too. Ji Hao smiled and bowed to the old man. The two dogs are both fierce beasts. It is conceivable what kind of strength the old man himself is.

"Well, young people who are willing to take the initiative to make love for big flowers and small flowers are good dolls. The old man smiled and took out a boiled, yam-like tuber from his sleeve and handed it over: "It's not like some dolls passing by, they chased and bit me all the time, and almost bit off my buttocks." ”

Take the tubers that are still warm. Ji Hao watched the old man walk away slowly with two dogs, a donkey and a large flock of ducks behind his back. He suddenly stood on tiptoe and asked, "Old man, where is Chong Bo Xi's home?"

The old man paused, turned his head, pointed to the front of the stone road and smiled, "Go forward." After walking another 300 miles, passing by twelve villages, his family planted a lot of dragon skin vegetables. Well, he just hasn't been out of the house for a few days. ”

Ji Hao thanked the old man and ran quickly along the stone path. Three hundred miles of land takes two days and two nights for ordinary people, but for Dawu, it is only a short period of effort.

After walking through a few more landscapes, seeing a few landscapes, and greeting each other with a few groups of pedestrians on the road, Ji Hao ate the warm tuber while walking. The one-foot-long tuber entered the abdomen, and without a sound, the two multicolored flames that had been transferred to Ji Hao's dantian witch cave doubled in size, condensed more than doubled, and at the same time, a gentle and flexible force flowed through the whole body, and the witch hole on Ji Hao's body opened up several more places.

As soon as he inhaled slightly, there were eighteen flames rippling on Ji Hao's upper body.

Ji Hao himself was taken aback, he looked back at the rainy and misty stone slab road in shock, Pu Han is Pu Han, and it is indeed the land of the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger. A bad old man with a dog and a donkey grazing ducks is actually this kind of genius treasure.

"It's his...... Lunch, right?" What made Ji Hao even more unacceptable was that the old man carried this stem with him, obviously just treating it as daily food! His piece of daily food could make a big witch like Ji Hao who was full of meridians open up nearly ten more witch holes, and replace it with an ordinary big witch, this tuber could at least allow them to open up two or three hundred witch holes.

"Old monster!" muttered to himself, Ji Hao continued along the stone path, walking briskly across a single-plank bridge over a river several miles wide, and in front of him, a thatched-roofed, mud-walled hut was in sight.

There is a row of five houses to the north of the hut, and three rooms on the east and west sides that serve as kitchens, firewood rooms, etc. Dozens of mighty and high-spirited reed chickens in the yard are pecking with their heads down, behind the house, left and right, about two or three hundred acres of fields have been opened, and the fields are planted in the shape of Chinese cabbage, but the leaves and scales are dark like golden dragon scales of dragon skin.

A tall man, extremely burly, with a boxy face and a steady, crimson face holding a hoe in his hand, was hoeing thin grass in the field. Occasionally, he grabbed the insects on the dragon skin cabbage, and with a flick of his hand, the insects were bounced hundreds of feet away and landed directly in the yard, and then dozens of reed chickens scrambled for a while.

A few big dogs with shiny fur were lying in front of the thatched hut in a daze, and when they saw Ji Hao coming over, they shook their heads and tails and stood up, and said a few times.

Ji Hao bowed in the direction where the big man was, and said loudly: "Apprentice Ji Hao of the Witch Palace, I ask to see Boss Chongbo Xi. (To be continued......)