What If I Can't Die? Chapter 583

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Song Shi came to a small village with beautiful scenery, sparsely populated, like a paradise.

"Just here, the concentration of aura is higher than that of Lucheng, and there is no sect power."

Song Shi fell down and walked towards the village.

This village is located halfway up the mountain, with various grains grown in the valley and many mulberry trees growing on the mountain. It is a typical self-sufficient life of men farming and women weaving.

The people in the mountain village are not weak, the men all look tough, and the women are quite hot and sensitive.

When they saw Song Shi, who was dressed in silk and satin, who looked like a young master, they were quite vigilant.

"Everyone, don't know what this place is called?"

In front of an old man with a crooked neck at the entrance of the village, Song Shi asked with a smile.

Near him, there are peasants resting on a rock, an old man picking dung, a woman picking mulberry leaves, and three children playing.

"Qingsang Village, why did you come back to us, Young Master? Our Qingsang Village can be regarded as the most remote village in the west of Ningguo. It is next to the barren mountain. Few people usually pass by here."

The old man who picks dung chuckled.

"I want to live in seclusion here."

Song Shi glanced at the villagers and said, "Whether it is to live in a hut or buy a run-down house, I can give Qingsang Village some price."

"Brother son, life here is very poor, you have to think about it."

The woman picking mulberries spoke.

"That's right! There's no heavy traffic here. You only have to face the loess and back to the sky, and you have to face the beasts in the wild mountains."

The farmer hammered the soil on the **** and talked about his daily life.

"Brother, you came from outside. Are there a lot of candied haws there?"

A little kid ran over with a runny nose, looking like he wanted to know the result.

"Brat, I shouldn't have brought you candied haws. I just want to eat them all day."

The farmer's face turned black, and he didn't like the appearance of the child very much.

"The candied haws outside are delicious, but the road is difficult to walk." Song Shi said meaningfully.

"But I still want to go outside and have a look. I heard from them that it's very lively and interesting outside." Another skinny kid said seriously.

"Skinny monkey, you want to be beaten, right? It's hundreds of miles away from any town. No one will help you when you go out and be bullied."

The mulberry-picking woman folded her hips: "Go home and help your mother."

Song Shi glanced at the two children, said nothing, took out a bag of gold and silver and said, "This is some money, can I buy a piece of land over there?"

"This thing is of little use to us, so don't give it to us."

The old dung picker shook his head: "We don't have a village in front of us, we don't have a store in the back, and we can't use the money we get. If you really want to stay, go and live in a hut by yourself. As long as the land here is not reclaimed, you It can be used, as long as it doesn't affect other people."

"Well."

Song Shi didn't give the gold and silver to anyone by force. He pointed to a big rock behind the village, "I'll just live here. If you need anything, you can come to me."

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After he finished speaking, he walked towards the back of the village, the uninhabited hill.

"Big brother, tell us about the outside world, we want to hear it."

The runny-nosed child followed.

"Er Zhuzi, your mother called you home for dinner, where did you go?"

The vicissitudes of life yelled: "The thin monkey is too, go back to eat quickly, or it will be gone."

The two little kids who wanted to play with Song Shi stopped immediately, turned around and ran back.

"Big brother, I'll go eat first." The thin monkey said.

"Oh, let's eat, let's eat, I want to eat big chicken drumsticks." Er Zhuzi bounced towards his home.

The manure picker stooped and left with a wooden barrel, the farmer carried a hoe, and the vicissitudes woman carried mulberry leaves on her back, and they all left separately. No one invited Song Shi to dinner.

If it is said that the two children did not realize this kind of thing, the attitude of the villagers to ignore Song Shi is already obvious.

It's just that Song Shi is not happy to live here.

This kind of xenophobia is normal. One more person will give more resources, and most of them will not be too happy.

But Song Shi could see more, he smiled, didn't say anything, and walked to the top of the mountain in a few steps.

It is about a kilometer away from the bottom of the valley, and there are no trees on the top, only some weeds, and the surrounding clouds are dense, forming a circle at the top of the mountain, which looks quite flavorful.

There is a depression more than ten feet away from the top of the mountain, like a fork in the mountain, a big rock protrudes, and behind it is a cliff, leaving a land several feet wide in the middle, with many weeds growing. Any small road means that there are basically no people coming.

"It's nice here, no one bothers you."

Song Shi nodded in satisfaction, and made a formula with both hands: "Three bedrooms, one living room and one courtyard tree!"

He said the formula casually, but the spell is real. Immediately, the soil on the ground rolled, moved and solidified, forming a rough embryo of a courtyard. A small pool was created inside, and a well was behind it.

At the location of the room, he threw out some wood. These were taken from the Heifengmen. They were all thousand-year-old wood. Under his control, they were quickly cut and spliced ​​to become the main frame and fence of the house.

He patted his waist again, and he took out a bag of soil and poured it beside the pool water. This is spiritual soil taken from Heifengmen, which can be used to plant some precious plants and trees.

Then he took out some seeds. Stimulated by the spell, the seeds quickly took root and germinated, embellishing the originally bare ground into lawns, gardens and bamboo forests.

Then change the spell, the groundwater is induced, fills the wells and rulers, and then flows down from the stones, forming small waterfalls and streams. Suddenly, this place seems to come alive, from a wilderness full of weeds to a beautiful place. small courtyard.

Song Shi hollowed out the stone to create a room, the whole space was much larger, not to mention one person, even a family of five is very spacious.

"This is my new home, I don't bother to move if I have nothing to do."

Song Shi opened up a piece of land to grow vegetables, so that if he wants to eat something, he can make it himself.

After finishing, he didn't go down the mountain, but sat in the stone room, watched the stream stay, and started his own practice.

He was going to try to improve his cultivation quickly, not just improving his physical body, it was too uncoordinated.

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"Cultivation improvement involves not only qualitative changes in energy, but also qualitative changes in spirit. The physical body is not considered, but the spirit and spirit will be improved."

Song Shi thought about the difficulties. It is indeed more complicated than simply improving the physical body. The main reason is that there are more things involved. It will be much more difficult to find loopholes to exploit. It is destined not to be successful in a while.

He is not in a hurry, the time is still early, the big deal is to spend more time, as long as the rules are successfully cracked, the rewards will naturally be rich.

But in the village, many people paid attention to the movement on the mountain.

In a small farmyard somewhere, more than 20 people were smoking dry tobacco, making the surroundings smoky.

"Er Zhuzi, go back and take a nap."

Someone yelled at him, and after telling the child to leave, he exhaled a puff of smoke, revealing a face that was the farmer Song Shi had seen.

"Here comes another one. I don't know if I really live in seclusion or have any ideas."

The old dung-picking old man, who was holding a potluck, was full of wrinkles, and said, "The key is that you can't see through this person, and you don't know his origin, so it's difficult."

"Looking at his appearance, he doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions." The vicissitudes of life waved the smoke away.

"Knowing people, knowing the face but not knowing the heart, who knows what he thinks?"

A man with a hunting bow pulled the bowstring and pointed it at the top of the mountain: "Why don't you drive him away."

"How can this be done? The tradition of our Qingsang Village is to help each other. Anyone who comes here is eligible to live here. If you can live here by yourself, don't let others do it?"

The old man sitting in the middle shook his head. This man was full of white hair and quite prestigious. When he said this, no one objected.

"It depends on what he will do. If there is any bad idea, so many of us are not afraid of him."

A rather beautiful woman hugged her chest and said.

"Widow, you don't like him, do you? We don't allow you to restrain people anymore." Someone beside him teased.

"This person came here to live in seclusion at a young age. I just wonder if he really sees through the world of mortals."

The woman known as the widow laughed.

The others had no objections, and obviously wanted to see what this person had in store.

The next day, Song Shi looked at the empty pool and said, "Go ahead and put some fish in it."

He has an automatic cultivation system, and he doesn't need to sit still to comprehend the rules of the world. He usually has a lot of time to take care of this new courtyard.

Since it is to be lived for a long time, it is natural to take care of it properly and comfortably.

Outside, a plump village woman was climbing a slope. The weeds along the way made her frown, but she was shocked when she saw the fence at the top of the mountain.

"What's going on here, didn't you just come here yesterday? Why is the yard repaired?"

Next to him, a farmer with a particularly big head was cutting down vegetation with a scythe to make a way, and heard her words. He also looked up and was stunned: "Really, I thought you lied to me."

"Boss, this man really came here yesterday."

The widow stopped with some vigilance and did not move forward. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. It is right for her to bring an extra person today. In case of accidents, there will be someone to take care of her.

"Yeah, I caught a glimpse of him yesterday, and I've never seen him before."

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Datou stroked his somewhat bald head, "It's strange, we don't feel anything about having such a big yard on the top of the mountain."

"There must be something wrong with this person. We can build a yard under the eyes of so many people in our village, but we don't know it at all. It's not something ordinary people can do."

The widow's face was serious. She subconsciously felt that Song Shi had repaired the yard here in advance and only showed up and said that he wanted to live in seclusion after repairing it. It was a practice of cooking raw rice.

"It may be from the other side of the mountain. We don't usually come to the top of this stupid mountain. It's normal that we didn't notice it."

The big head comforted himself, and said dissatisfiedly: "But his behavior is outrageous, and it's not like we don't let him live in seclusion here. As for sneaking around and repairing the yard first?"

"Don't talk about it, people who have the energy to do this kind of thing are not ordinary people."

The widow shook her head.

"It's as if we are ordinary people." The big head murmured.

The widow frowned: "Okay, the distance is very close, please speak softly, everyone will be in the same village in the future, there is no need to complain."

"Yes, everyone will live in this mountain in the future, and they will be regarded as their own people."

A voice answered, but not a big one.

Their bodies trembled, their backs felt a little chilly, they hurriedly moved away from the source of the sound, and at the same time turned around vigilantly, staring at Song Shi who had come to them without anyone noticing, with extremely fearful eyes.

"You really are not an ordinary person."

The widow stared at Song Shi, thinking in her heart that he was so handsome, she couldn't help but want to get close.

"You are not ordinary people."

Song Shi glanced at the sickle in Datou's hand, there was already strength condensed on it, and the muscles all over his body were bulging like copper skin.

The widow's breath was agile, and there were a few more needles with a cold light in her hand.

Needless to say, both of them are talented.

He was not surprised. When he came to this village, he had inspected it. The aura here is stronger. There are no big forces, but there are practitioners.

No matter how many farmers he met in the village, or these two people, their strength is not simple.

Let's put it this way, the two in front of me went to Cao's house, and they were able to make a big fuss and get out of it.

Even those two children have also cultivated, but they are just getting started.

Actually, this is no ordinary village.

It is also very difficult for ordinary people to survive in such a remote mountain and old forest, and under the threat of various ferocious beasts.

Seeing that Song Shi didn't intend to do anything, the widow disappeared with a thin needle in her hand, and smiled coquettishly: "In this case, let's keep our own way, and don't harm each other. How about we live in peace?"

"Of course, I have no enmity with you, what have you done?"

Song Shi nodded, if he was harmful to others, all the people in this village could be wiped out.

"Then we are here to visit your new neighbor today."

The widow smiled, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com looked at Song Shi: "What do you call the son, are you married?"

"Song Shi, married."

Song Shi answered simply.

"Where is Madam? Are you here too?"

The widow glanced at the courtyard.

"Not here."

Song Shi shook his head, he didn't know which world Wuyou was in at the moment.

"That's a pity, I still want to make a pair with you."

The widow laughed tremblingly, "Actually, if you don't mind, you can also contact me. I am very sensible."

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The big head snorted coldly when he heard this: "Stop being fussy, people don't want to have anything to do with you."

"I want you to talk too much!"

The widow rolled her eyes.

"The two visitors are guests, please."

Song Shi raised his hand to signal.

"You are not ordinary people."

Song Shi glanced at the sickle in Datou's hand, there was already strength condensed on it, and the muscles all over his body were bulging like copper skin.

The widow's breath was agile, and there were a few more needles with a cold light in her hand.

Needless to say, both of them are talented.

He was not surprised. When he came to this village, he had inspected it. The aura here is stronger. There are no big forces, but there are practitioners.

No matter how many farmers he met in the village, or these two people, their strength is not simple.

Let's put it this way, the two in front of me went to Cao's house, and they were able to make a big fuss and get out of it.

Even those two children have also cultivated, but they are just getting started.

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