Liu Qinghuan lay motionless on the bed for half a month before he could barely move his body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but as long as he can move, he can stuff the Resurrection Pill in the storage ring into his mouth, and the speed of recovery from injuries can also be greatly increased.

In the first few days of the half-month, many villagers came to see him, and with strange and regretful eyes, they said a few words they didn't understand in front of his bed.

It can be seen from the clothing and demeanor of these people that this village is not only not rich, but may also be living in poverty.

Liu Qinghuan's injuries were extremely serious, and almost all the bones in his body were shattered into pieces, not to mention the damage to his internal organs and abdomen. With such an injury, if it were a mortal, I am afraid that he would have died long ago. But as an immortal cultivator, as long as the dantian is not broken and the meridians are not withered and broken, the damage to the physical body can always be recovered.

It's just that Liu Qinghuan's body was so injured that it took him half a month to barely get up.

During this time, it was the boy who was the first to find him taking care of him. Brought him fish soup or vegetable soup every day, carefully wiped his face, chatted non-stop beside his bed, and shouted in surprise because Liu Qinghuan was getting better every day.

Early that morning, the boy entered the thatched hut where he was with an old but cleanly washed bowl, only to find Liu Qinghuan sitting at the head of the bed.

He shouted, shouted, and the tail note went up.

Liu Qinghuan guessed that the other party was asking about his condition, so he nodded.

The boy walked briskly to the front, put the clear and watery wild vegetable soup in his hand on the tattered wooden table beside him, looked at him with two black eyes sparkling, and said a long sentence with a simple smile.

Liu Qinghuan didn't understand, he shook his head, and softly spit out two words in his mouth: "Awen." ”

These are two words that other people often hear when calling a boy, and he guesses it is his name.

Sure enough, the boy let out an "ah" in surprise and said something expectantly.

Liu Qinghuan pointed to himself: "Liu Qinghuan." ”

"Liu Qihuan?"

"Liu Qinghuan. ”

The boy jumped up happily: "Liu Qinghuan!Liu Qinghuan@#$%......" and ran out, returning with a middle-aged couple after a while.

These two are Arwen's parents, Liu Qinghuan said his name to them again, and the couple who looked honest and honest grinned, and they didn't care if he understood it or not, so they said a long paragraph.

Liu Qinghuan also asked: "Where is this, where is the Yunmengze Continent, who are you?"

The first exchange was happily completed in this chicken-to-duck situation, and both parties were very happy.

Liu Qinghuan began to ask Arwen to teach him the language here, pointing to everything in the room to learn. After two days, when he was able to go to the ground, he was exposed to more things and learned faster. As long as Arwen said it once, he would remember it as a monk.

Ah Wen was naturally surprised and admired by Liu Qinghuan's super recovery ability and language learning speed, and looked at him with more and more admiration, and often secretly touched his simple but extremely neat green shirt.

The one she wore before was already stained with blood, and Liu Qinghuan naturally couldn't bear it after she could move. Not only did he change his clothes, but he also used dust purification to remove all the dirt accumulated on his body.

With such a serious injury, he can get out of bed and walk around in only one or twenty days, his clothes are never dirty, and his hair is not tangled like the villagers, and he is always straight and flowing. Liu Qinghuan's various things naturally aroused the strong curiosity of the villagers, as well as obvious awe.

Fortunately, he had the appearance of an immortal like a breeze and a bright moon, which did not cause much panic, but attracted people to come to see him openly or secretly every day, and kept reading the word "immortal" in his mouth.

This is what he understood after he slowly learned the language here. In front of these mortals, Liu Qinghuan didn't care about revealing his identity as an immortal cultivator.

The small fishing village is simple but peaceful, with only a few dozen households in the village. The men went to sea during the day, and the women barely grew a little food on the barren mountain terrain.

Almost a month after Liu Qinghuan arrived in the small fishing village, he climbed the highest mountain nearby and looked into the distance.

On one side is the vast sea and on the other side is the endless mountains. Except for this fishing village, there seems to be no one in this radius of hundreds of miles.

It's like a corner of the ocean, forgotten by the bustling world.

At this time, the coast in the distance caught his attention. A group of about 30 people came slowly along the coast, dressed in uniform clothes, all of them were vigorous and stable. They escorted a splendid carriage in the middle, and the direction of the fishing village was the one in which they went.

These people are obviously people with great status, why did they come to such a dilapidated fishing village? Liu Qinghuan thought slightly, and then threw it away: It's none of his business, what they do.

When he was in the house that night, he could hear the bustle outside. Sure enough, the group entered the village in the evening, causing an immediate sensation.

Ah Wen came back with a lot of fun, and said happily: "Uncle Zhang, the youngest son of Ah Gong Zhang's family, is back! I heard that he has been a big and big official outside, and he has brought a lot of meat to Ah Gong Zhang, as well as a lot of ginseng......

He said excitedly for a long time, and then took out a handful of candy from his arms: "Uncle Liu, this is what I robbed, give it to you!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled and returned the candy to him: "You can eat it." I'm not a kid and don't like sugar. ”

Arwen smiled and narrowed his eyes and stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth.

In fact, Liu Qinghuan was already preparing to leave the village in two days. At this point, his injuries are basically under control, and the rest needs to be slowly recovered. After learning the language in general, he was ready to find a quiet place to recuperate.

But first, we have to figure out what exactly this place is. From Awen's parents, he only knew that this was Xijiaozui Village, Guanglin County, Zhou State, and as for which state it was, their expressions were blank.

Liu Qinghuan recalled the geographical history of Yunmengze, and he remembered that Zhou seemed to be a mortal country close to the northern realm of ice and snow. But the climate here is hot, where there is a shadow of ice.

However, the mortal kingdom changes very quickly, sometimes changing the name of the emperor is changing, and the immortal cultivation world has never cared much about the mortal kingdom, and the geography will only be updated once in tens or hundreds of years. It is possible that this Zhou country is like this, and it is just a different country name.

But their language is completely different from their own, which makes Liu Qinghuan the most confused. If it weren't for the half-cut Spring Festival couplets still pasted on both sides of Awen's house, the words on them were familiar to him, Liu Qinghuan would have thought that he had been taken to other interfaces by the Penglai Chelicalo Turtle......

The common script of the Yunmengze Continent is called Zhengxian Style, which is inherited from ancient times. It wasn't that there were no other words before, but then they all slowly faded away in the passage of time, and only the Zhengxian body never broke the generation. Moreover, the immortal cultivation world has long studied this, and the spells written through the Zhengxian style are more effective than using other words, and the recorded classics must be kept for a longer time.

Some people speculate that the Zheng Immortal Body is inherited from the Immortal Script, otherwise it would not have this effect.

Therefore, he can be sure that he is still in the interface of Yun Mengze, rather than running to other interfaces. Through these days of hard thinking, he guessed that he was afraid that he would take the Ponlai Chela Turtle and inadvertently shuttle through the space. At the same time, he was terrified, and if he could survive the space shuttle, it could only be said that his life was too big.

"Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu. A Wenfeng ran into the thatched house where Liu Qinghuan lived: "The village chief is looking for you!"

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes and put down his crossed legs: "What is the village chief looking for me?"

"I don't know! The village chief brought a lot of people, and Uncle Zhang was also there. ”