Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun lay in a long grass, silently observing the small village under the mountain.

He entered the wilderness space again for twenty days. Three days ago, he found a small village under the mountain on this mountain.

The village is very small, about 20 households, more than 100 people, planting more than 1,000 acres of land, the fields are irrigated by mountains and rivers, there are fruit trees, and breeding industry, there are more than ten young and strong, you can open the bow Or hunting with an iron fork.

The mountain stream is not far from the village, converging into a small lake, about 50 to 60 acres in size, but no one is seen fishing.

People's clothing is similar to that of the Ming Dynasty, with two dresses and accents similar to Haozhou dialect in real society. It sounds more strenuous. Speaking of it ... more strenuous, at least for Feng Jun, this is still in Haozhou. After a short time.

Of course, for Feng Jun, he is more concerned about the other party's force index. If the kind of force that "strikes out in a palm, and lives within a hundred miles", he can only choose extremely cautious contact.

It's finally okay. The people's force value here is similar to that of the Ming dynasty. Some people get up to fight in the morning, but that's how it is. Feng Jun feels that his force value can be ranked in the top three in this village.

The only thing that is worse is that all the people here have long hair, so are women, so are men, and they are also wearing hair buns—it really looks like the Ming Dynasty.

Feng Jun has short hair size. Although he has been here for three months, his hair hasn't grown much. He wants to comb a similar bun. He feels that he has to keep at least two years of hair.

This is more boring.

Of course, there are wigs sold in real life, but Feng Jun also saw that when men in the village are playing, the bun is often one of the points of attack. Once the other party ’s bun is grabbed, it is easy to kill Fell to the ground.

Feng Jun can't imagine that one day after he got into it, someone stretched out his hand--hey, I grabbed his hair?

So he was too lazy to wait any longer, too lazy to go back to the earth, and then made similar clothes, it was a little different, it would be a little different.

Then he retreated to the top of the mountain, covered his temporary shack, held an iron rod, filled with various weapons, and carried a shoulder bag to the other side of the mountain, intending to make a detour into the village.

This circle is at least forty miles, but for Feng Jun, it doesn't matter. It's close to the village from the top of the mountain, only seven or eight miles, but his materials are easily exposed.

When I walked to the village and seven or eight miles away, there appeared a small intestine trail, which was purely a footpath, but the road was fairly flat, but it was meandering.

When he walked three miles on the trail, in a corner, there was a collision of weapons, and some people were screaming.

Feng Jun stopped and used both hands and feet. He quickly climbed a big rock and looked at it with a probe. He found that a man and a woman were fighting. The man was in his forties and the woman was in her early twenties.

Both men's swords are swords, women use hatchets, men use choppers, but women are blocked by men's attacks, and occasionally they can also fight back two swords.

"Is she?" Feng Jun's brow furrowed. This woman is from that small village. He saw in the telescope that a family of five, in addition to her parents, had two younger brothers.

Her father had a broken arm and could hardly see him, but the woman's skill was quite powerful. Not only did she practice martial arts, she also urged her two younger brothers to practice martial arts.

Feng Jun asked himself, he only said tricks, he was not her opponent, of course, if he had to fight to death, he had to say something else.

However, he listed her father as a target that he could not beat, although he had never seen the middle-aged man shot.

As for the man he cut with him, he had no impression.

The woman was waving her hatchet while screaming, but the man smiled in the corner of his mouth and said something triumphantly. A machete waved easily, and he seemed to have energy.

After watching for a few minutes, Feng Jun found that women are probably not opponents. First, women are not as good as men in stamina, and secondly, there is a sword on the man ’s back, which has not been pulled out.

Not long ago, the woman had scattered temples, her face was flushed, and she was weak. The man still waved his thick back machete slowly and said something with a smile.

"Nima ... You speak too fast," Feng Jun twitched his teeth in distress, and didn't understand.

The woman became more and more desperate. She found a Yaling green bamboo shoot here today. She was saying that with a gratifying harvest, she couldn't think of a man coming up from the mountain, saying that the bamboo shoot was grown by him.

Even children can't coax this word. There is only one village in Xiaohu Village near Qibali, and she knows the people in the surrounding villages almost at least.

The man asked her to let go of the bamboo shoots. Of course she refused to agree. The man said that since this is the case, not only Yaling's bamboo shoots, you can stay too and stay with me for a while.

The woman was furious when she heard her feelings, and she was unable to do her best. She drew her knife directly to fight her. She couldn't think of the other party's combat power. It was beyond her imagination.

The mountain people here are very sturdy. As a woman, she dared to walk alone in the mountains. In addition to her own force, she was relatively close to the village.

Is too far away, she will not go alone, let alone her, even the young men in the village dare not go alone, you know, there are beasts in the mountains.

She couldn't beat the other party. She wasn't particularly worried. She thought that people in the village might pass by. After all, the village was only four or five miles away. She was still on the way to the village.

But after waiting for a long time, no one in the village passed by, but her strength was a bit unable to keep up. As a result, her mentality was a little out of balance, and she became even more frustrated.

At the next moment, she was in a trance, and the other party's machete passed by her, cutting off half of her shirt.

She was panicking more and more, and looked around in disbelief. It was unexpected to see a strange young man standing on a large stone not far away. Not only her hair was very short, but also the style of clothes she had never seen.

But at this time, where did she think so much? Immediately shouted at Feng Jun.

Watt? Feng Jun is a little dazed, what are you talking about?

Middle-aged man is very experienced, and does not lose his ground because of the woman's shouting. He only slowed down the attack a little, and then looked over.

This look, he was a little shocked in his heart, Nima ...... Really came out personally? This hairy girl was not lying to me.

Feng Jun thought about it, pointed to his nose, and shouted three words out loud, "Speak slowly."

'S pronunciation is very strange, however, he has tried to pronounce in Haozhou dialect as much as possible.

The woman heard this strange pronunciation and thought about it for a while before she realized what the other person was saying.

Turned out to be a stranger. She guessed the identity of the other party, so she slowed down and said aloud, "You, help me, beat him, Yaling shoots, split equally!"

Feng Jun understood, although he did not know what Yaling's green bamboo shoots were, but he had observed it for a while, even guessing and ignoring, basically knowing what the other party was talking about.

This woman should have found something good. The man wanted to grab it and wanted to take the woman away. Now the woman wants to share with him the good thing called "Ya Ling Qingsun".

Feng Jun's interest in that good thing is actually not very great. He would like to help him into the small village first.

So he shook his head, "I am not interested in Yaling's bamboo shoots, just want to confirm, you need help, are you?"

Middle-aged man was anxious, his hands tightened, and the knife was suddenly faster, and at the same time shouted, "Little guy, as long as you don't care about the business, this woman belongs to you, Yaling's young bamboo shoots belong to me!"

The woman belongs to me? Feng Jun is really not interested in this woman. Her face is still there. She can rest on the earth, almost 70 points-this is because she is younger, and the vitality of youth is a plus.

But her figure is very strong, yes, not plump but strong, thick legs and thick arms, Feng Jun does not like this type of robust.

Moreover, although he can also clubbing and hooking up with netizens, but that is the restlessness of young people, he does n’t like to force women at all, or even hates such people very much-if you ca n’t hook up beautiful women, it ’s because you have no skill ~ www. wuxiaspot.com ~ Using force is rubbish.

The woman saw him asking questions, and he replied loudly and busy, "It's necessary to divide your half, or else, go to the village and call me someone."

She said this relatively quickly. Feng Jun thought about it for a while before guessing the meaning of the other party, and then shouted, "So, how long do you think you can persist?"

As soon as the middle-aged man heard that the young man was going to intervene, he was immediately annoyed, "Boy, do you want to die?"

"I don't like your way of speaking," Feng Jun hummed and took off the powerful crossbow from his shoulder.

The woman must have never seen this high-tech product, but she only guessed what it was from the outside, so she shouted, "Don't kill him, catch it alive."

Shouted and she jumped to the side. She was n’t sure how clever the opponent ’s shooting was and she did n’t want to be injured by mistake.

The middle-aged man was also distracted to observe Feng Jun. When he saw that the other party had taken out a crossbow, he was shocked. He never dreamed that the other party was hanging on the shoulder of the shiny iron shelf. A crossbow.

"Treasure," a greedy glance passed in his eyes.

Of course, he knew in his heart that even if he found a treasure, he had to enjoy it with his life.

Saw the woman retreat, he did not hesitate to turn around and ran, his mouth still shouting, "Boy, wait, dare to spoil the good things of Huang Fengling, you are dead!"

Feng Jun didn't think about it, pulled the trigger, and a short steel arrow shot out, directly nailed to the other party's left leg.

Middle-aged man originally used his method to avoid the crossbow arrows he shot. However, he made a mistake in his judgment. He thought that only two feet long crossbows would not be too powerful, so he did not look back.

Was unimaginable, and was hit by an arrow.