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After all, after three months, even if he was bedridden every day, the white-haired man also had a general understanding of the situation in the village. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This small mountain village is nameless, and the villagers of several similar mountain villages nearby are all from the Lihe ethnic group, a small clan with few people and no big reputation. And most of their contact with the outside world comes from an errand that has been passed down for many generations, working long hours in the same workshop under a big force.

Almost all the strong people in the village worked in this workshop called "Yi Thirteen", and this life lasted for many generations, so that everyone felt that it was a matter of course.

Listening to Wujiang's words, the white-haired man couldn't help but shake his head, although he felt that this relationship was a little strange, but he didn't intend to talk more, "Seeing that you will be in the village a few steps further, there is no danger, I will walk back slowly by myself, you don't have to accompany me anymore, delay your au pair." ”

As the most talented young man in a few miles, Wujiang also works in the workshop, and when the first group of people leave work, it is his turn to work with the other group of strong people in the village.

"Mr. Bai himself said that there are not many steps left, how much time can be delayed?" Wu Jiang smiled heartily.

The white-haired man said angrily: "It's not the first day I've come, can I still know that if you go a little late, you will be excused by the owner again?"

Wujiang sneered, but still didn't leave, but couldn't stand the white-haired man's urging back and forth, after hesitating, he was probably worried about the white-haired man's mention, and saw that it was indeed not far from the village, so he finally stopped insisting, and hurriedly went after apologetic.

"This Confucianism. ”

Seeing Wujiang go away, the white-haired man shook his head, and with his current old appearance, he looked even more gloomy when he sighed.

On the surface, this workshop belongs to Confucianism, that is, the Confucianism that the white-haired people are familiar with, the Confucianism at the head of a hundred schools, but in fact, based on the analysis of what the white-haired people have seen and heard, it should only be a private workshop opened by a great family in Confucianism, not a workshop directly affiliated to Confucianism.

If it weren't for recuperating in a mountain village this time, the white-haired people probably would never know what kind of amazing foundation Confucianism, the head of a hundred schools, has.

The name of the workshop for which the mountain village works is called B 13, and I heard that it has gathered tens of thousands of strength within a radius of 100 miles, and just by the name of the workshop, there are 13 and the first 12, there is B and A, maybe there is C, there must be 1446, and it is impossible to guess how huge the situation is.

You must know that this is only the industry of a family in Confucianism, and it is estimated that this is only a couple of icebergs, and it is already surprisingly large.

One property of a family can enslave hundreds of thousands or millions of people to do hard labor, so how many people should be struggling to support this family in all the properties combined?

How many similar families are there in Confucianism?

How long did such days last?

Just thinking about it makes people's scalps tingle, and they deeply understand the heritage of Confucianism, or the horror of Confucianism.

The key is that the relationship between the Confucian family and the mountain village seems to be extremely harmonious. Rao is Liu Heng felt that if the matter of exploitation and slavery, the people in the mountain village complained at most a few words of harsh criticism from the owner, but they still felt that Confucianism and this family treated people very well, which was what the white-haired people really felt terrible.

This kind of relationship is really difficult for white-haired people to understand, because outsiders are afraid that they don't know enough, so they haven't talked too much, but in their hearts, they inevitably feel very uncomfortable.

"It can only be said that the heart is simple...... Forget it, let's figure out our own business as soon as possible. The white-haired man shook his head, even though he felt more and more struggling, he was still trying to keep moving forward, and his breathing was very heavy, "At least, first find out what era this is, or is it not the era I know, my relatives and friends, are they still alive?"

When he thought of this, he was terrified and frightened beyond words.

He had seen a kind of person in his lifetime, who had been buried and sealed for thousands of years, and when he woke up, it was a sea of vicissitudes. Relatives and friends have long since turned to the ground, maybe even the grave is barren and there is no trace of it, once as an outsider did not feel anything, but now that it is his turn, he really understands what kind of panic and uneasiness this is.

Now, he is eager to get news from the outside world as soon as possible, and he is endlessly afraid of getting bad news that he doesn't want to hear, and this feeling is as complicated as it gets.

"Yan Guiyan, that guy, what's going on?" Thinking back to his memories before he lost consciousness, his expression was inevitably entangled to the extreme, "What do you mean to stay for me?" Could it be him...... It's ridiculous that I didn't even notice it!"

Thinking of this, he was very annoyed and irritable.

After all, to be together for so long, to say that you didn't notice it at all is a lie. For example, the faint fragrance that I occasionally smelled on Yan Guiyan's body, such as close contact in times of crisis, I once felt the softness and smoothness of Yan Guiyan's body as an unusual martial artist, such as Liu Heng's first attempt to impact the gall mansion, and he was naked in the pool, Yan Guiyan's instinctive shame. These abnormalities, as long as Liu Heng pays more attention, he must be aware of them, but in the secret realm, there are frequent events, and he has never put his mind on this, even if he thinks about it more, he finally ignores them all.

In the end, Yan Guiyan's actions not only surprised him, but also made him feel annoyed and embarrassed.

"There is also the holy scroll of "Blood Refining Gong", but unfortunately I only had time to comprehend half of it at that time, although it was all summarized and written down and handed over to Mi Qi and them, after all, it was a pity. Liu Heng thought about the past, "I hope that I won't be away for too long, they are still in the world, otherwise I am afraid that it will delay their major event of fighting for the saint." ”

With the talents of the three sisters and brothers of the Mi family, there must be hope of fighting for the saints, and if the exercises are more complete, they will naturally be of great help.

"There is also the holy dispute, the group of people in the same group as me have left the secret realm, and the battle for the holy position is probably time to begin. "If you want to say that Liu Heng is most worried about this matter, it is destined to be a bloody storm that will spread throughout the world, how can he not be worried?

"Where's Decameron?

Most of the people he was most worried about had gathered in the Ten Days City, which was the biggest preparation he had made for the Holy Dispute for a long time, and whether he could withstand the impact of the Holy Dispute was also unreassuring.

Once he woke up, his worries came flooding in, making him sleepless, and the most urgent news to know was naturally time.

It's a pity that the mountain village is far away from the world, and the workshop seems to be deliberately like this, which actually causes the people in the mountain village to not know the time outside the world, and only record time and things in a way that they are used to, but it has nothing to do with the outside world, and it is impossible for Liu Heng to determine what year and month it is.

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This small mountain village is nameless, and the villagers of several similar mountain villages nearby are all from the Lihe ethnic group, a small clan with few people and no big reputation. And most of their contact with the outside world comes from an errand that has been passed down for many generations, working long hours in the same workshop under a big force.

Almost all the strong people in the village worked in this workshop called "Yi Thirteen", and this life lasted for many generations, so that everyone felt that it was a matter of course.

Listening to Wujiang's words, the white-haired man couldn't help but shake his head, although he felt that this relationship was a little strange, but he didn't intend to talk more, "Seeing that you will be in the village a few steps further, there is no danger, I will walk back slowly by myself, you don't have to accompany me anymore, delay your au pair." ”

As the most talented young man in a few miles, Wujiang also works in the workshop, and when the first group of people leave work, it is his turn to work with the other group of strong people in the village.

"Mr. Bai himself said that there are not many steps left, how much time can be delayed?" Wu Jiang smiled heartily.

The white-haired man said angrily: "It's not the first day I've come, can I still know that if you go a little late, you will be excused by the owner again?"

Wujiang sneered, but still didn't leave, but couldn't stand the white-haired man's urging back and forth, after hesitating, he was probably worried about the white-haired man's mention, and saw that it was indeed not far from the village, so he finally stopped insisting, and hurriedly went after apologetic.

"This Confucianism. ”

Seeing Wujiang go away, the white-haired man shook his head, and with his current old appearance, he looked even more gloomy when he sighed.

On the surface, this workshop belongs to Confucianism, that is, the Confucianism that the white-haired people are familiar with, the Confucianism at the head of a hundred schools, but in fact, based on the analysis of what the white-haired people have seen and heard, it should only be a private workshop opened by a great family in Confucianism, not a workshop directly affiliated to Confucianism.

If it weren't for recuperating in a mountain village this time, the white-haired people probably would never know what kind of amazing foundation Confucianism, the head of a hundred schools, has.

The name of the workshop for which the mountain village works is called B 13, and I heard that it has gathered tens of thousands of strength within a radius of 100 miles, and just by the name of the workshop, there are 13 and the first 12, there is B and A, maybe there is C, there must be 1446, and it is impossible to guess how huge the situation is.

You must know that this is only the industry of a family in Confucianism, and it is estimated that this is only a couple of icebergs, and it is already surprisingly large.

One property of a family can enslave hundreds of thousands or millions of people to do hard labor, so how many people should be struggling to support this family in all the properties combined?

How many similar families are there in Confucianism?

How long did such days last?

Just thinking about it makes people's scalps tingle, and they deeply understand the heritage of Confucianism, or the horror of Confucianism.

The key is that the relationship between the Confucian family and the mountain village seems to be extremely harmonious. Rao is Liu Heng felt that if the matter of exploitation and slavery, the people in the mountain village complained at most a few words of harsh criticism from the owner, but they still felt that Confucianism and this family treated people very well, which was what the white-haired people really felt terrible.

This kind of relationship is really difficult for white-haired people to understand, because outsiders are afraid that they don't know enough, so they haven't talked too much, but in their hearts, they inevitably feel very uncomfortable.

"It can only be said that the heart is simple...... Forget it, let's figure out our own business as soon as possible. The white-haired man shook his head, even though he felt more and more struggling, he was still trying to keep moving forward, and his breathing was very heavy, "At least, first find out what era this is, or is it not the era I know, my relatives and friends, are they still alive?"

When he thought of this, he was terrified and frightened beyond words.

He had seen a kind of person in his lifetime, who had been buried and sealed for thousands of years, and when he woke up, it was a sea of vicissitudes. Relatives and friends have long since turned to the ground, maybe even the grave is barren and there is no trace of it, once as an outsider did not feel anything, but now that it is his turn, he really understands what kind of panic and uneasiness this is.

Now, he is eager to get news from the outside world as soon as possible, and he is endlessly afraid of getting bad news that he doesn't want to hear, and this feeling is as complicated as it gets.

"Yan Guiyan, that guy, what's going on?" Thinking back to his memories before he lost consciousness, his expression was inevitably entangled to the extreme, "What do you mean to stay for me?" Could it be him...... It's ridiculous that I didn't even notice it!"

Thinking of this, he was very annoyed and irritable.

After all, to be together for so long, to say that you didn't notice it at all is a lie. For example, the faint fragrance that I occasionally smelled on Yan Guiyan's body, such as close contact in times of crisis, I once felt the softness and smoothness of Yan Guiyan's body as an unusual martial artist, such as Liu Heng's first attempt to impact the gall mansion, and he was naked in the pool, Yan Guiyan's instinctive shame. These abnormalities, as long as Liu Heng pays more attention, he must be aware of them, but in the secret realm, there are frequent events, and he has never put his mind on this, even if he thinks about it more, he finally ignores them all.

In the end, Yan Guiyan's actions not only surprised him, but also made him feel annoyed and embarrassed.

"There is also the holy scroll of "Blood Refining Gong", but unfortunately I only had time to comprehend half of it at that time, although it was all summarized and written down and handed over to Mi Qi and them, after all, it was a pity. Liu Heng thought about the past, "I hope that I won't be away for too long, they are still in the world, otherwise I am afraid that it will delay their major event of fighting for the saint." ”

With the talents of the three sisters and brothers of the Mi family, there must be hope of fighting for the saints, and if the exercises are more complete, they will naturally be of great help.

"There is also the holy dispute, the group of people in the same group as me have left the secret realm, and the battle for the holy position is probably time to begin. "If you want to say that Liu Heng is most worried about this matter, it is destined to be a bloody storm that will spread throughout the world, how can he not be worried?

"Where's Decameron?

Most of the people he was most worried about had gathered in the Ten Days City, which was the biggest preparation he had made for the Holy Dispute for a long time, and whether he could withstand the impact of the Holy Dispute was also unreassuring.

Once he woke up, his worries came flooding in, making him sleepless, and the most urgent news to know was naturally time.

It's a pity that the mountain village is far away from the world, and the workshop seems to be deliberately like this, which actually causes the people in the mountain village to not know the time outside the world, and only record time and things in a way that they are used to, but it has nothing to do with the outside world, and it is impossible for Liu Heng to determine what year and month it is.

It's a pity that the mountain village is far away from the world, and the workshop seems to be deliberately like this, which actually causes the people in the mountain village to not know the time outside the world, and only record time and things in a way that they are used to, but it has nothing to do with the outside world, and it is impossible for Liu Heng to determine what year and month it is.

It's a pity that the mountain village is far away from the world, and the workshop seems to be deliberately like this, which actually causes the people in the mountain village to not know the time outside the world, and only record time and things in a way that they are used to, but it has nothing to do with the outside world, and it is impossible for Liu Heng to determine what year and month it is.