Xiao Tianren didn't talk about how to arrange the elimination of the insect plague in the spiritual field, but talked about things more than a hundred years ago like a reminiscence.

Although Lin Xun felt a little strange in his heart, he still listened quietly.

"At that time, this place was deserted and no one lived at all. But one day, a cultivator from Donglin City was passing by and accidentally found a small vein of 'Feiyun Fire Copper'... "

According to Xiao Tianren, more than a hundred years ago, a ore vein was buried in a mountain called "Smoke Mountain" dozens of miles behind Feiyun Village, which was rich in Feiyun Fire Copper. This is a high-quality spiritual material for making mid-level mortal objects. It is expensive. If it is shipped to the city for sale, a piece of Feiyun Fire Copper the size of a baby's fist can be exchanged for three imperial silver coins!

There is no doubt that there is a huge wealth buried under this vein.

In order to unearth this ore vein, some cultivators in Donglin City dispatched together and arrested many slaves to mine.

It took a full ten years for this vein of mine to be dug out and completely abandoned.

Because of their dislike of trouble, those cultivators didn't care about the life and death of those mining slaves, and abandoned them all in this remote mountain village and left alone.

The head of the village, Xiao Tianren, was one of the surviving mining slaves, while the other villagers in the village were all descendants of the mining slaves who were abandoned here.

The name Feiyun Village is named after Feiyun Fire Copper.

After hearing all this, Lin Xun couldn't help but feel a little sigh in his heart. He had lived in that dark mine prison since he was a child, and he naturally knew how miserable the situation of mining slaves was.

And now the head of Feiyun Village, Xiao Tianren, was actually a slave in mining back then, which really made Chen Xi feel a little surprised.

Also faintly admired.

Abandoned in this wild country back then, it was possible to open up the current pattern of Feiyun Village, allowing the descendants of the mining slaves to thrive. Such means and courage are not available to everyone.

As if seeing what Lin Xun was thinking, Xiao Tianren waved his hand and laughed at himself: "I'm not as capable as you think, the reason why Feiyun Village has today's pattern is entirely from the people who lived in this courtyard back then. The credit of a spirit tattoo artist."

After speaking, Xiao Tianren seemed to be a little emotional, and said: "It was the spirit pattern master who opened up the spirit field for us and taught us how to plant the spirit valley. If it weren't for this, everyone in Feiyun Village would have been hungry. Die in this wilderness."

Lin Xun couldn't help but ask: "The environment here is so harsh and difficult, why don't everyone leave here?"

Xiao Tianren shook his head: "This place is located deep in the 3,000-strong mountains outside the southwestern border of the empire. It has been called the 'Land of the Heavenly Moat' since ancient times. How easy is it to leave? The nearest city alone is 8,000 miles away. It is far away, and there are many dangers along the way, vicious beasts are everywhere, and poisonous insects are rampant. Without the guidance of powerful cultivators, no one can reach it alive."

Only then did Lin Xun finally understand that although he came to the territory of the Zi Yao Empire, he still faced many difficulties and dangers if he wanted to truly reach the crowded city.

However, Lin Xun is not worried, as long as he is alive, it can be achieved one day.

At this time, Xiao Tianren suddenly smiled, patted Lin Xun on the shoulder and said, "Young man, I know you are not willing to stay here forever, but this old man can guarantee that as long as you stay in Feiyun Village for one day, we will treats you as your own."

Lin Xun nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Uncle Xiao, I will treat everyone as my own."

Xiao Tianren smiled heartily: "That's good."

Lin Xun said: "Uncle Xiao, it's not too late, let's start arranging how to help everyone eliminate the pests in the spiritual field."

Xiao Tianren nodded again and again: "So good."

On the same day, under the guidance of Xiao Tianren, Lin Xun came to the six-mu spiritual field of the villager Liu Dabiao's house. Using the bone powder of the golden rat as a guide, he carved a "light-inducing spirit pattern" again, which led the light of the sun to come, and eliminated it in one fell swoop. Insect pests in Lingtian.

However, as a result, Lin Xun's originally limited spiritual energy was completely exhausted, and he could no longer continue.

And only until tomorrow can we continue to help other people in the village eliminate the pests in the spiritual fields.

At noon, Liu Dabiao and his wife cooked a sumptuous meal and warmly entertained Lin Xun to express their gratitude.

Leaving Liu Dabiao's house and walking on the small road in the village, Lin Xun saw from a distance that there was a flat field in the center of the village. At this time, more than ten children were practicing martial arts.

The sky was scorching hot, and a group of children were all shirtless, their bronze-colored skin soaked with a layer of crystal sweat under the scorching sun.

But even so, no one complained, and they all concentrated on practicing a set of boxing techniques.

That boxing technique is simple, but it is open and close, powerful and strong, sometimes like a galloping horse whistling, sometimes like a tiger and wolves raiding. Although those children are all seven or eight years old, they are actually quite skilled in this set of boxing. , the rules and regulations have degrees.

This made Lin Xun a little surprised. He recognized this boxing technique, called "March Fist", which was the most popular basic boxing technique among the warriors of the Zi Yao Empire.

It was just that Lin Xun didn't expect that these children in Feiyun Village could actually practice such a set of boxing skills so well, obviously not comparable to flower boxing and embroidering legs.

Because Lin Xun was frail when he was young, Mr. Lu taught him some martial arts to train his body, among which is the marching fist.

But after watching it for a while, Lin Xun still keenly found some differences. The marching boxing practiced by those children is indeed well-organized, but there seem to be many flaws in the force-generating skills. The power in the move is somewhat scattered.

The so-called "form is scattered and the spirit is not scattered", so is the marching boxing. The boxing force is about condensed and consistent, and the hair is like a thunder. Only then can it present a mighty and vigorous aura of "the iron cavalry treads the mountains and rivers, and the army breaks the world".

The "March Fist" practiced by the children in front of them is that there are some errors in the force technique, which cannot make the boxing force "condensed and consistent", so it does not have the mighty charm of the momentum like a thunderbolt.

If these children continue to practice like this, although they can strengthen their physique, it will be detrimental to martial arts cultivation.

Lin Xun thought about it, and finally shook his head. He still didn't know who taught these children to practice, and naturally he couldn't go forward to correct it.

"Why, you also know something about Marching Fist?"

At some point, the village chief Xiao Tianren came over and looked at Lin Xun thoughtfully.

"Well, I also practiced when I was young."

Lin Xun nodded calmly, but there was nothing to hide.

"Oh, then how do you think these little guys are cultivating?"

Xiao Tianren said with great interest, he suddenly found that he couldn't understand the young man in front of him. Not only did he know how to engrave spirit patterns, but he was also quite familiar with marching boxing, which was really unexpected.

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