This is the first time Ji Hao has entered Puyang.●⌒,.

This place looks completely different from what he imagined. There are no rows of majestic halls and no strongly guarded high-walled courtyards. Except for some major forces from the Four Wastelands, the residential city built by powerful tribes such as the Ten Day Kingdom for their tribes, other places are still natural.

The road paved with bluestone is more than two meters wide, extending forward smoothly with the comfortable and gentle terrain.

Forks extend to small hills, woods, rivers, valleys and streams, at the foot of the mountains, in the forests, by the streams, either flying up with eaves, standing on small buildings, or several stone houses surrounding a small courtyard.

The buildings here are sparse and are arranged in a staggered manner according to the natural terrain. People from the same tribe are closer to each other, while people from different tribes are farther apart from each other.

In Ji Hao's view, Puyang is more like a huge collection of villages. It seems that a giant god hand randomly grabbed thousands of villages, and then threw them into Puyang's fertile land with vigorous water and plants. These villages fell on the ground, so Puyang had them.

‘Ga, gaga’, a large group of at least 3,000 fat mallards were so fat that they could hardly walk along the road, and the leading duck shouted at Ji Hao arrogantly, and even tried to peck Ji Hao.

Ji Hao had no choice but to make way for Zhengzhong Road and stood in the waist-deep grass by the roadside.

The fat ducks in the brigade twisted their big butts and walked slowly by. When a few female ducks passed by Ji Hao, they suddenly stuck their butts and struggled hard in the grass nest. Suddenly, a few hot green-shelled duck eggs fell into the grass nest.

"Hey!" Ji Hao smiled and reached out, just as he was about to grab a few green-shelled eggs and wait for a while to make it, the two tiny dogs swayed their tails and rushed over, licked their light tongue and held the duck egg in their mouths. Then a small white donkey ran over with a big basket on his back.

The two tiny dogs gently placed the duck eggs in the basket on the white donkey's back, then stretched out their long and soft tongues and licked Ji Hao's palms intimately. A hot smell of duck shit was left on his palms.

"What a good dog!" Ji Hao rolled his eyes speechlessly and rubbed the necks of the two dogs with his hands intimately. What a good dog, the two tiny dogs are six feet long and have a shiny fur. The fur is shiny and shiny, and the muscles under the thin skin are raised one by one, smooth and powerful.

What made Ji Hao even more speechless was that there were more than a dozen points on these two big dogs emitting a surging breath of essence and blood. These two dogs were actually big witch-level ferocious beasts, and the witch caves opened were more than twice as many as Ji Hao!

The two tiny dogs seemed to like the natural and harmonious smell of Ji Hao. They were beside Ji Hao and kept rubbing their necks on Ji Hao's legs. The little donkey was standing beside Ji Hao with his long tongue rolled into the grass, then rolled a handful of alfalfa and a bush of white tequila into his mouth and slowly started chewing it.

"Hehe, kid, big flowers, little flowers like you very much." An old man wearing a straw raincoat, a hat, and a fish basket hanging around his waist walked slowly behind the ducks with his hands behind his back. The breeze and drizzle hit him. The old man's figure seemed to be in line with this landscape, turning into a beautiful ink painting.

"I like them very much, too." Ji Hao smiled and bowed to the old man. The two dogs he raised were both great witch-level ferocious beasts, and you can imagine what strength the old man himself has.

"Well, Dahua, Xiaohua are young people who are willing to take the initiative to be intimate, they are all good dolls." The old man smiled and took out a cooked tuber from his sleeve, and handed it over: "It's not like some dolls passing by, they chased and bitten them all, and they almost bit off their butts."

After taking the warm tubers, Ji Hao looked at the old man with his hands behind his back, with two dogs, a donkey and a large group of ducks slowly away. He suddenly put his toes on his toes and asked, "Where is the home of Chong Bo Sixi?"

The old man slapped, turned around, pointed to the front of the stone road and smiled, "Go forward and walk another 300 miles. He passed by twelve villages and was his family who had planted a lot of dragon chards. Well, he didn't go out these days."

Ji Hao thanked the old man and ran forward quickly along the stone road. Three hundred miles would take two days and two nights for ordinary people, but for the great witch, it only took a short time.

After walking through a few more mountains and rivers, I saw a few scenery, and greeted each other with a few pedestrians on the road. Ji Hao ate the warm tubers as he walked. A foot-long tubers entered the abdomen, silently, the two colorful flames that had been transferred to Ji Hao's dantian witch caves expanded twice in size and condensed more than twice. At the same time, a gentle and flexible force flowed all over his body, and several more witch caves on Ji Hao's body were opened.

With a slight inhalation, eighteen flames rippled on Ji Hao's upper body.

Ji Hao himself was shocked. He turned around in horror and looked at the foggy stone path. Puyang was Puyang, and it was indeed a place where dragons and tigers were hidden. An old man who grazed ducks with dogs and donkeys was actually such a genius treasure.

"This is his... lunch, right?" What Ji Hao couldn't accept was that the old man carried this tuber with him, obviously just treating it as daily food! His daily food could allow Ji Hao, who had meridians, to open nearly ten witch caves. If it were ordinary witches, these turtles could allow them to open at least two or three hundred witch caves.

"Old monster!" murmured to himself, Ji Hao continued along the stone path and quickly walked across a single-plank bridge on a river several miles wide. In the mountain nest ahead, a thatched roof and mud walled hut was in sight.

There is a row of five houses in the north of the hut, and three houses on the east and west sides serve as kitchens, woodsheds, etc. In the yard, dozens of mighty big reed chickens are bowing their heads and pecking at them. Behind the house, left and right, about two or three hundred acres of fields were opened. The fields were planted in the fields, which were shaped like cabbage, but the leaves and scales were darkly reed like golden dragon scales.

A man with a tall and extremely burly figure, a square face with a wide and steady face, and a red-colored man holding a hoe in his hand, was weeding in the fields. Occasionally, he grabbed the insects on the dragon chard and flew away hundreds of feet with a pop. He landed directly in the yard, and then dozens of big reed chickens competed for it.

Several big dogs with oily fur were lying in front of the hut, dazed. When they saw Ji Hao coming over, they stood up with their heads and waving their tails, and said a few "woofers" sounds, both of them.

Ji Hao owed to the direction where the Han was, and said aloud: "Ji Hao, an apprentice of the Wu Palace, please see Mr. Chong Bo Sixi." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!