The mountains are thousands of weights, the greenery is boundless, and it is summer in Dongling.

A green peak, a bend of the ancient road, Tsing Yi Amu carrying a cloth bag, walking slowly.

At this time, although the sun is hanging high, the walls on both sides are thousands of feet, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and there are many mottled tree shadows, but it is not very hot.

Amu has been walking for five or six days, and it is estimated that he has walked at least seven or eight hundred miles of mountain roads, but he still has not seen a single village or family.

In the vast and deep mountains, if it weren't for the somewhat strange cloth bag prepared by the crows, Amu would definitely not be able to get out of this mountain. The cyan cloth bag, although it is not a monk's storage bag, has some wonderful sleeves and contains a lot of things.

Food, clothing, broken silver spirit coins, tent sundries, everything. I have to say that the crow is very carefully prepared.

Among them, the map of Dongling is naturally indispensable, and it is a mortal map specially prepared for Amu. In addition, there is also a Dongling Domain Chronicle, which specifically introduces the geography, customs, and sects of Dongling, which is extremely detailed and can be read by mortals.

In the past few days, Amu has not been in a hurry, he has sunrise and sunset.

During the day, walk through the mountains and enjoy the scenery. At night, lie straight on the green hill and watch the stars in the distance.

Although it is not a hidden world in the mountains, and there is no power of a monk, Amu has a bit of immortality.

In five or six days, Amu looked at the map of Dongling and the Dongling Domain Chronicle.

Moreover, Amu also tried the Northern Han Sect's root cultivation technique again, and the result of his cultivation was the same as in the dream. Once he cultivated, Danhai was in severe pain, and he couldn't cultivate at all, so Amu Zuihou had to give up again.

Amu can only pin his hope on the Brahma method of Dongyang Ancient Temple for the time being, and see if he can practice when he sees it! If not, he will find a way when the time comes.

Now, the only thing that Amu can match with cultivation is the Forbidden Diagram Technique. When he was resting, Amu used the fork of the wooden branch and tree to sketch on the ground, and then deduced.

But everything is also fantasy, no mana, no matter how much deduction in the brain, it is only on paper, but it is better than nothing!

At this time, after noon, Amu finally turned over the green mountain. This is already the seventh mountain that Amu has committed. Although Amu Immortal Bone Demon Body is extremely full of physical strength, such a boring climb over the mountains and mountains is definitely not what Amu wants.

Fortunately, Amu had just crossed the mountain, looked at it from afar, and finally saw more than a dozen scattered families in the mountain col in the dense mountain fog.

Someone!

At this moment, although Amu was not as excited as seeing an oasis in the desert, he was also extremely comfortable.

Wouldn't it be nice to walk in the vast mountains for several days and finally see the people?

In a happy mood, Amu quickened his pace and went straight to the village in the mountain pass. Amu decided to spend the night in this small village.

Walking in the mountains, that's it, looking not far away, but twisting and turning, it was exhausted for nearly an hour.

When Amu finally entered the village, the sky in the mountains had already darkened.

In fact, this can hardly be called a village, because there are only a dozen scattered families. The houses are uneven and untidy, and the most interesting thing is that these houses are actually made of different materials and styles.

There are stone houses, wooden houses, and grass houses, and the style is estimated to be based on the hobbies of each family, which is strange and very creative.

The small mountain villages are all quite emotional, like a combination of many houses that should not be together, and Amu didn't care much about it.

At this time, a man in his thirties carrying two wooden barrels walked in front of him, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, not strong, and Amu hurriedly went over to say hello.

"This big brother, dare to ask where this is?"

"A small village in the mountains!" the man was not surprised to see Amu, and smiled, "No name!"

"Oh!" Amu also smiled, such a small village, it is normal to have no name.

The man looked at Amu for a moment, and then said, "Are you passing by? Then stay here for the night and prepare some dry food and drink! There is no village in a radius of five hundred miles." In the village, anyone can help you!"

It seems that passers-by like Amu have had it before.

After the man pointed out Amu, he didn't stop, swaying the two empty buckets, and actually sang mountain songs and went to get water.

"Thank you, big brother!"

Amu smiled, it seems that the folk customs in this mountain are still simple and natural.

According to what the man said, Amu went directly to the first house.

The first family was built on flat land on a hillside. It was two small wooden houses, surrounded by a small fence yard.

The yard is not big, but tidy. There are two peach trees in the courtyard, half-ripe peaches, green but attractive. Under the tree, there are also a few poultry with bright feathers, like chickens but not chickens, extremely beautiful, Amu really doesn't know this Dongling bird.

It is really a good village in the mountains, just like a fairyland on earth. This owner has a bit of a secluded taste of solitude in the mountains

Amu sighed in his heart, and at the same time stood outside the chai door and shouted.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

"Squeak!" the door of the wooden house opened, and the people in the house heard Amu's call. Zaijian, an old man dressed in homespun clothes, walked out slowly.

The old man was on a wooden cane, his white beard scattered in front of him, and his spirit was strong.

"Who are you looking for?" asked the old man in a hoarse voice.

"Passing by, old man, can you stay overnight?" Amu said with a smile.

"Of course, come in! The door is not closed!" The old man seemed quite happy when he heard that it was a lodging place, and beckoned Amu to come in.

Amu answered, pushed open the firewood door, and entered the courtyard directly.

At this time, the sun was just sinking in the west.

The old man of this family was alone, and let Amu into the house. The old man asked Amu what he was going to, and Amu said that he came from the shore of the bitter sea and went to the ancient temple of Dongyang Palace to worship the Buddha and petition.

Everyone in Dongling believes in Buddhism, and every year I don't know how many people go to temples around the country to worship Buddha, make wishes, make wishes, and offer incense, which is really a common thing. When I heard that Amu came from the shore of the bitter sea, I was afraid that he would come from thousands of miles away to worship the Buddha, and the old man was even more respectful.

"Come! I haven't had dinner yet! Little brother, there is no hospitality in this small village! Drink two glasses of water bar!" At this time, the old man took out a wine jug and two bamboo cups. At the same time, two plates of wild game in the mountains were also taken out.

"Thank you, uncle!" Amu sighed, still in the ancient style of the mountains, warm and hospitable.

Amu was not polite, picked up the wine jug, and gave the old man and himself a full glass. Although it is a local sake in the mountains, it has a mellow aroma.

"Good wine!" said Amuzan.

"It's just brewed in the mountains!" the old man said politely, but with a smile on his face, "On weekdays, there are few visitors in the mountains! Today, you and I are destined, so we should drink two cups!"

The old man was bold and hospitable by nature, picked up the wine glass, and invited Amu for wine.

"Please, old man!" Amu raised his glass. The two of them drank it all at once, like old friends.

"Dare to ask the old man how old he is?"

"I don't know! I grew up in the mountains since I was a child, and I worked at sunrise and rested at sunset! I forgot my age! I remember the time, how boring!" the old man smiled.

"Oh?" Amu was slightly stunned, always feeling that this old man's words were a little strange.

Remember the time, how boring!

One old and one young, drinking and chatting, Amu is more and more absolutely a wild man in the mountains, but he returns to the basics, and many of the old man's words are quite philosophical.

In the blink of an eye, I suddenly heard someone shouting outside.

"Uncle Mu, the water is coming!" Listening to the voice, it was actually the man that Amu had just met in the mountains.

"This old man's surname is Mu, but he really has a bit of fate with himself. Amu thought to himself.

Uncle Mu and Amu went out of the house at the same time, and the man was standing outside the door with two buckets of water and sweat stains on his face.

"Oh, little brother, you are blessed, you chose the old man's house, his family's wine, but the most haode in the village!" the man smiled when he saw Amu.

"Oh, thank you for your advice!" said Amu.

"Pour the water into the tank!" Old Man Mu looked at the man and said, "Huzi, you have also worked hard, drink two glasses together!"

"No!" the man, known as Huzi, poured two wooden buckets of water into the large tank in the courtyard, "and the water of three families has not been beaten." I have to hurry, after tonight there will be no water in the dry well! I will have to wait for half a month. ”

"Alas!!" Old Man Mu sighed, "Then you are busy! Come back tomorrow." ”

"Okay, let's go!" Huzi wiped his sweat, carried two wooden barrels, and staggered away, but the pace was a little more anxious than when he first met Amu.

"Well, what's the matter, sir? Fetch water, do you need to be in such a hurry? It's getting dark. Amu was slightly puzzled.

"Alas!" Old Master Mu sighed, "Little brother, you don't know anything. This mountain village is picturesque, the climate is pleasant, and everything is good, but there is only a lack of water!"

"Oh?" Amu was stunned, this mountain village is lush with trees, fruit trees and poultry, everything, how can there be a shortage of water?

Seeing Amu's thoughts, the old man said again: "The water or rain in this vicinity can only be fed to livestock, fruit trees and crops, and people can't eat it!"

"Poisonous?" Amu was stunned. And such a strange thing: Water, which can be fed to livestock, cannot be eaten by humans?

"Alas, who knows. Anyway, if people eat it, they will die within three days, only the back mountain, an old well seven miles away, the well water, we drank it, and it was fine. We can only use the well water for daily drinking and cooking. ”

"It's good to have water to eat!" Amu frowned.

"Hmm!" said Master Mu nodded, "However, the old well only has water during the seven days from fifteen to twenty-two of the month. After these seven days they dried up again. We can only wait for the fifteenth of next month! So you see, we have a large tank of water in our courtyard. Today is the twenty-first, and before midnight, you must fill the water, otherwise you won't be able to survive the fifteenth of next month!"

Amu frowned, feeling that this water was really a big deal, if that well ran out of water one day, wouldn't these dozen families be dying of thirst?

"Then why does it seem that the big brother Huzi is fetching water alone, and there is no strength in the village anymore?" Amu asked again.

"Alas!" the old man sighed again, "the water sinks, two buckets of water, a bucket of more than 1,000 catties! The mountain road is difficult to walk, except for Huzi, no one in the whole village can provoke it." ”

Two buckets of water, one bucket of more than 1,000 catties! Amu was directly stunned when he heard this.