Invincible, I didn't mean it

It was a vast expanse of land, with silver-white sandy beaches inlaid on the coast, like a divine dragon meandering and leaping. The waves gently caressed the earth and splashed fine water.

All the way close to the coast, Yang Chongxin did not find any fishermen activities, and there were no tourists. All there was was an empty, silent, lifeless beach.

After landing, we passed through a forest and walked for a long time without seeing any trace of human life. It seemed that this was just a virgin land full of life but untouched by humans.

Occasionally, a ray of light flashed across the horizon in the distance. It was so fast that it was difficult to tell whether it was a human, an animal, or some celestial phenomenon.

After patiently walking forward for several thousand miles, Yang Chongxin, who became increasingly anxious, finally saw a small village.

He rushed over excitedly and found that it was a very small village with few trees and dilapidated houses. The villagers were dressed in shabby clothes and barely covered their bodies. Most of them looked sad and it was obvious that they were not living a good life.

The clothes and hairstyles of these people are similar to those of ancient Blue Star. They do not have the short hair that is common on Jueling Island. They are all of average height, with dark and rough skin, and are thin and slightly rickety.

Hidden in the dark world, Yang Chongxin gathered around a few chatting farmers. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the words they spoke were the same as those on Jueling Island, but with a bit of local accent.

"Chen Laosan, is there any hope for your baby this time?"

The person who was asked was an old man with a low eyebrow and a grimace. He took a few puffs of a dry pipe in his mouth:

"There is no hope, just try your luck! Our villagers have been eating rice bran and vegetables since they were young, and they don’t even have enough to eat, let alone meat. How can we raise qualified children!"

Several people nearby echoed in unison:

"Oh, yes, if you can't enter the Zhang family, you will have to continue digging in the soil for generations. When will it end?"

A villager who looked a little younger retorted loudly:

"You can't say that. Who can say for sure about talent? Look at that boy from the old Wang family in the east of the village……"

When everyone heard him mentioning Lao Wang's children, their tone changed:

"Yes, the manager of the Zhang family said that talent is brought from the mother's womb and has nothing to do with what she eats."

"Yes, that boy from the Wang family has been thin and short since he was a child. Who would have thought that he has a talent for martial arts?"

Hearing this, Chen Laosan seemed to have found hope:

"It would be great if this was the case. When you enter the Zhang family, you can have enough to eat, you can also practice martial arts, and I heard that you can even eat meat from time to time!

A villager next to him said with envy and admiration on his face :

"That's not all. If you are successful in martial arts, you might be able to be a steward or something. Then future generations will be able to live in the town, and they won't be like Jinwowo!"

"Alas, I don’t know how the Zhang family selects people and what talents they need!"

Yang Chongxin listened for a while and realized what several villagers were saying. There were actually only a handful of people in this place who were qualified to practice martial arts! The cultivation talent in the spiritual enlightenment stage is quite important, especially after entering the Qi refining and even the God refining stage. , the requirements for people are even more stringent.

But if you are just starting to practice, what kind of talent is needed? As long as you have enough food and work hard, you can definitely get started in no more than three years.

Those farmers on Jueling Island can't read a single word, damn. With the simple formulas passed down from generation to generation, almost everyone can get started. The difference is just the time it takes.

From the moment he left Jueling Island and entered the sea, Yang Chongxin noticed that there was something more in the air. He felt that it might be the so-called spiritual energy. , it is said that cultivation will be easier in a place with spiritual energy. In a place with spiritual energy, not everyone can practice, and on the Jueling Island where the spiritual energy is cut off,"everyone is like a dragon". This situation is obviously caused by man-made things.

I think so. In the past, only a few people could practice on Jueling Island. It was not until there was a serious shortage of manpower that they began to promote cultivation as a last resort, making cultivation no longer a privilege for a small group of people. The royal family and big families on Jueling Island did not promote it out of kindness. Comprehensive cultivation, but the lack of manpower has affected their ability to maintain their wealth, status and luxurious life.

Just like the former slave owners, they did not liberate their slaves because of kindness or enlightenment, but when society developed to a certain stage, they understood The old system has hindered them from grabbing wealth faster!

But in the new world in front of them, a small number of people still monopolize the cultivation path, which can only show that there is no shortage of people in this world!

Several villagers are still talking about entering Zhang. The families were arguing about whose child would have a chance, and whose child would definitely be out of luck. If he became a servant, would he have meat to eat every day?

Seeing that they no longer said anything new, Yang Chongxin wandered around the village. When I got up, I didn't recognize the seedlings in the field. The rice in the villagers' homes was not pearl rice, but similar to rice. It was dull in color and looked like poor quality. The village was small, poor, dilapidated and backward, and it was the only village that was a little tidy. The elder's family is not considered wealthy.

Yang Chongxin came outside the village, revealed his body, put on a robe, and put on a warrior hat to cover up his hair, then went straight into the village and came to the village chief's house

"Who? I'm coming……"

The village chief was surprised when he heard the knock on the door. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that someone was knocking on the door.

The courtyard door of his house was always ajar and never bolted. If the villagers came to see him, they would often call him and push the door open.

As for the Zhang family, they are all important people, and they are not likely to knock on the door. They usually kick it open and shout:"Old Boss Chen, come out!"

Although he was confused, the village chief still opened the door quickly and came out. After all, he is just a small village chief, and he cannot afford to offend people outside regardless of their origins.

Walking quickly to the gate, the village chief was stunned when he saw Yang Chongxin in gorgeous clothes:

"Sir...you……"

Yang Chongxin didn't like those fancy aristocratic robes, and was only wearing ordinary cotton shirts. However, in the eyes of the village chief, his"ordinaryness" was out-and-out gorgeous clothes. With his shallow knowledge, he couldn't recognize it. I don't know what material it is made of, but it is obviously better than the clothes worn by the steward of the Zhang family.

He had already seen the village chief in the dark world. Seeing him opening the courtyard door and standing there blankly, Yang Chongxin said harmoniously:

"Hello, old man. My surname is Yang. I have been traveling here and I would like to ask you something. Do you think it is okay?"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Yang, please come in, please come in the room!"

Welcoming Yang Chongxin into the room, he led him to the table and sat down. He hurriedly poured a bowl of tea for Yang Chongxin, and then said with apologetic and uneasy expressions:

"Mr. Yang, your home is simple and we only have bad tea to serve guests. Please don’t blame me.……"

After glancing at the furnishings in the room, Yang Chongxin waved his hand and said with a smile:

"I won’t blame you. You’re sitting here too, old man. I’m sorry to bother you. Please don’t blame me!"

(Brothers, please give me flowers, collections, and comments. It feels so desolate to play single-player alone!)