Hu Zheng wrote a letter with very few words, but with just a few strokes, he drew a picture of a little tiger, and then some ink was sprinkled beside him, like sweat and tears.

When the letter was sent away, Hu Zhe began to look forward to it.

At this time, Xu Yi left Zhuque Camp with Hongye and drove for three hours to Shura Mountain.

A bumpy road.

"My king, Shura Mountain is coming soon." Hongye said to Xu Yi, who was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Xu Yi opened his eyes and looked through the glass window.

In front of it, there is a towering mountain.

It was far apart, and Xu Yi seemed to be able to feel the strong evil spirit.

There has not been a war breaking out for hundreds of years, but the blood evil spirit still lingers on the mountain, which shows how many people were buried in this ancient battlefield in ancient times.

"In the human evil situation, you can refine the formation."

Xu Yi instantly remembered what Lao Nan said when he pointed at Shura Mountain.

Heaven and earth have evil spirits, and people also have evil spirits.

On the battlefield, the corpses were like mountains, blood flowed into a river, and it was continuous and continuous. There were heroic spirits and evil spirits circling.

Over time, it becomes a human evil.

This is the evil spirit accumulated by human life. It can be used to refine the formation in the hands of powerful strategic experts, and it has infinite power.

Xu Yi has been jealous of Shura Mountain for a long time.

Unfortunately, the southern Xinjiang has not yet obtained a master of strategy, so this Shura Mountain is wasted in vain.

After the rumble, the jeep stopped.

Shura Mountain has arrived.

It is very far apart, and you can feel the evil spirit. Standing at the foot of the mountain, but you can't feel anything. It's very magical.

There are green mountains and clear waters in front of you, and stone paths spread to the end of your vision.

"Ancient battlefield...pastoral village..."

Xu Yi's eyes were a little solemn.

A place where evil spirits linger is really suitable for pastoral seclusion?

Along the way, the spring water tinkles.

The clear stream flows into the distance.

Some women were cleaning clothes by the stream, talking about family matters with each other, and gossiping about whose daughter-in-law shouted loudly last night...

"The land is flat and the houses are swaying, with fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo. The fields are transported by the roads, and chickens and dogs are heard. The intercourse between them is like that of men and women. They are all like outsiders. The yellow hair is drooping and the hair is happy and happy."

The description of pastoral life by the ancient dynasty is exactly the same as what Xu Yi sees now.

But that was the Taoyuan village mentioned by ancient poets, not the pastoral village of Shura Mountain.

"Brother, do you know there is a man named Luo Nong on the mountain?"

Hongye grabbed a young man wearing erotic clothes, barefoot, carrying a hoe on his shoulders, and limped.

The young man saw Hongye's face clearly and was stunned. After putting down the hoe, he raised his right hand and pressed his fist to his heart: "I have seen General Hongye."

"Are you a retired soldier in southern Xinjiang?" Hongye asked with a smile.

The young man nodded excitedly: "I retreated from the Blood Wolf Camp. I originally had the ultimate goal of entering the Mutian Army, but unfortunately..."

At the end of the day, the young man looked gloomy.

I have a lame leg and can only retire and serve as a farmer.

"It's okay, Nanjiang will remember everyone who has shed blood and sweat for it. Is your life okay now?" Hongye asked again.

Xu Yi has already walked aside.

It was not intentionally avoiding it, but the more he looked at it, the thicker the color in his eyes.

He didn't understand the formation, but he looked at the building, the trees, the piles of stones, and the statues were erected.

I always feel that there is some connection between these things.

He raised his head slightly and Xu Yi saw the dark clouds rolling, with a touch of redness appearing and looming.

"Some people used formations to lock the evil spirit of the ancient battlefield and create a so-called pastoral village suitable for life."

Xu Yi's eyes flashed.

Once this formation breaks...

The evil spirit spreads, and no one on Shura Mountain can survive!

Moreover, there may be other serious problems.

Just as Xu Yi was thinking, Hongye came over and frowned and said, "My king, I feel a little strange. Except for the news on Tianshu's secret aircraft, no one in Tianyuan Village knew about the existence of Luo Nong. The one who was a retired soldier just now, has been living in seclusion in Tianyuan Village after he was discharged from the army, and has never heard of Luo Nong."

“Where are other villages?”

"I'll go and ask again." Hongye turned around and left.

When the two came to Shura Mountain, they did not go to find Luo Nong as soon as possible. Instead, they wanted to learn more about Luo Nong from the other people and see what kind of person Luo Nong was like.

But strangely, Tianyuan Village is very close to the hut where Luonong lives alone, less than three kilometers, and no one has ever heard of Luonong.

When asked about the huts three kilometers away, it was said that there was no single huts three kilometers away.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

Xu Yi entered the village.

At the same time, I took out my phone and looked at it.

The signal is full and everything is normal.

In front of the family, the old man with white hair was teasing his grandson who could not walk and could only climb all over the ground.

Looking at his red smile, you know that he is very satisfied with his life.

"Old sir, I want to ask for saliva." Xu Yi said.

The old man looked at Xu Yi and saw that he had military uniforms on him, he happily said, "Are you a little hero in southern Xinjiang? It's so good. Wait, I'll pour you a glass of water."

He staggered and the old man entered the house.

The little guy crawling on the ground whimper.

Xu Yi pinched his chubby little face, and the little guy grinned, saliva flowed out of his mouth, and several petals of teeth were clearly visible.

"Come on."

The old man came out with a scoop of water and handed it to Xu Yi: "We have sweet water here, drink more."

"Thank you, old man." Xu Yi smiled and took the water puff, sniffed it with his nose, and took a sip.

Cold and sweet.

"Spring?" Xu Yi asked.

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, the spring water is delicious and clean. We all drink spring water."

Xu Yi smiled and nodded, drank all the spring water in the scoop, and said, "Old sir, how long have you lived here?"

"It has been decades. In 152, there was a severe drought in the southern border. I brought my family out of Nanguocheng and settled here. There were many people coming together, and we worked together to build a village. In the next few decades, many people came one after another, and it became lively after another."

"Does we choose the place where we build the village by ourselves or someone helps us?" Xu Yi asked.

"There is no one who can help you choose? You just circle the land yourself. You can build whatever you want, as long as you don't affect others." The old man said.

"Who is that sculpture?" Xu Yi pointed to a huge statue not far away and said.

"Can't you tell it? That's King Nan." said the old man.

Xu Yi immediately asked: "Which generation of Southern King?"

"I can't remember it. It seems that there are not many generations in total. This Southern King is amazing. He is a royal family. What's the name of the emperor..."

The old man thought about it carefully for a long time, shook his head and said, "I can't remember it."

Xu Yi asked again: "Does there always be dark clouds above our heads? It will affect our mood so much."

"No, the weather is usually good, cloudless and sunny, and there are only dark clouds in the first two months of the twelfth lunar month every year. This is normal. The weather is bad and it doesn't rain."

"Don't it rain?"

"Down, how can the crops grow if you don't fall? It's just that I didn't fall much. Fortunately, we have Shura Lake, so we haven't lacked water..."

After chatting with the old man for a long time, Hongye is back.

Xu Yi said goodbye to the old man. When he got up and left, his eyes looked at the old man's house, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Chapter completed!