My villa is open to all worlds

Chapter 507
way home.

The population is sparsely populated, and the road is far away and the village is long.

As the sun sets, the young man rides alone to the end of the world with a sword.

The mountains are high and the waters are far away, and there are few people on the road. It is rare to see people on the road for several days. On the contrary, there are many caravans and bandits.

Cycling along the way, when Shen Changqing came back, he was not as anxious as when he came, but stopped and stopped, watching life and customs.

It's not that he is leisurely and elegant, nor is he a strong self-proclaimed number one in the world without any fear, but he found that the speed of practicing Shinto will increase a lot when he travels to mountains, rivers and folk customs, and one day can be equivalent to several days. Even he was very happy.

You must know that one year of cultivating the divine way has given him the power to collapse mountains. If he can practice for a few more years, let alone invincible, I am afraid that he will have the power to protect himself when he leaves this world and travels to the heavens and myriad worlds. Bar?

As for martial arts...

Forget it, relying on the Martial Arts panel to improve strength for a year is only a negligible strength, not having power beyond imagination.

He felt that if this little power was involved in the previous Lin'an City officials' collusion with demons, he might die without a whole body, like a stone bull entering the sea, without making a sound, or even die like a lamp extinguished, even if there is a demon suppressing So what if the senior executives noticed this scene and took action to punish and kill the evil officials?

Can he still die and come back to life?
Fate is important in life, and the words "revenge for revenge" and "revenge for revenge" are the most unpopular things in his eyes.

Everyone is dead, even if making these compensations can comfort the hearts of the world, it cannot bring the dead back to life!

After experiencing what happened in Lin'an City, Shen Changqing felt that the world was extremely dangerous.

The county magistrate colluded with monsters to kill the people, reported false information to murder the demon envoys, and finally wanted to sacrifice a city of people for his own merits!

The local Tianchawei is negligent in its duties and neglects its responsibilities. Whether it is collecting strange information or the movements and plots of monsters, it is extremely slow and negligent. Many times the enemy has called at the door. With only the strength of martial arts, it is estimated that if he is not killed by the strange monster, he will be killed by the pig teammates!
And what kind of demon blood was born later, the demon has been lurking in Lin'an City at some point, slaughtered dozens of people in a local gentry's family as corpses, and harmed people for many days but no one did it. Many strange monsters came to wreak havoc in the city , the degree of danger is far more than a hundred times more terrifying than the assessment task of the trainee demon slayer said by Jiang Zuo, the manager of the Huang Department of the National Capital Zhenmai Division!

And the local Jianghu sect.

Originally, when he came to Lin'an City, he hadn't heard of any powerful Jianghu faction coming to the city. Only dozens of yamen servants in the yamen can drive them, but what's the use of some people with weak martial arts strength in front of evil spirits?
In addition to dying or dying.

But later, when the blood of the demon was about to be born, many sects sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. After hearing his astonishing achievements in beheading evil spirits, they all came to the Yamen to visit and inquire about whether he was here to compete for the blood of the demon. , There are batch after batch of people who come here every day.

So many Jianghu sects do not kill the evil spirits for Tian Xingdao when the weirdness is raging, but plot and fight among themselves for their own interests, how can Shen Changqing not be annoyed?
He felt that if he simply had that weak martial arts realm, even if he had some kind of martial arts deduction panel, it would be difficult to please him in such an extremely complicated situation.

Not to mention that the system is still a vest given to him by his seniors to cover up the monstrous power he gained while practicing the divine way!

If it hadn't been for the fact that he had accidentally met his seniors in the town of magic division in the capital, and used his terrifying power to break through the barriers of the world. At that time, when Ye Tiandi asked for the source of the divine way, he asked for one with a shy face.

He is clearly an ordinary person, so where does he have any earth-shattering aptitude?

It is estimated that without the system and the source of the divine way given by the seniors, he is just an ordinary person. He may have died of being corroded by an escaped evil spirit during a visit to the Demon Suppressing Prison. Like other trainee demon slayers, he went to various parts of Daxia to kill evil spirits.

But the question is what use is this weak strength?

The old headhunter in Lin'an City has practiced for decades and is a martial artist in the late stage of physical training. If he sneaks up on him, he will die?
Coupled with the weird sneak attack, the back and forth killing rounds, and the complexity, no matter what he can't escape the death word!
Maybe I'm lucky not to go to Lin'an City to perform the task, but to go with other trainee demon slayers to perform the task to exterminate the evil spirits, but how many times can I survive once?
Even if the small Lin'an City is so dangerous, how many evil spirits and monsters are hidden in the entire Great Qin territory?
How many times can you escape?

"Hey... I'm not the son of Tianjiao, and I don't even know how slow the improvement speed of the martial arts deduction panel is when I practice martial arts. Naturally, I need to have self-knowledge. It's not much worse to practice the divine way..."

With emotion, Shen Changqing lay on the horseback and read a book, and took a sip of not-so-strong sake from time to time with the jug hanging on his waist, looking comfortable and leisurely.

If it wasn't for the fact that evil spirits are killing creatures and dangers are everywhere in this world, Shen Changqing would have thought that he had come to a world of martial arts, and now he is walking around the world with his sword, seeing wicked people committing crimes and destroying violence, seeing corrupt officials punish evil officials and knights.

It's a pity that in Daqin, I can't help myself!
Although the pressure is great, after completing the task of sitting in Lin'an City, he can have a year without going out to perform the task.

Naturally, there is no need to go back anxiously, after all, traveling in mountains and waters is progressing rapidly!
Reading, drinking, and leisurely leisure, if you don't know that the evil spirits in this world are harming the common people, you may think it is a martial arts world where you drink with swords and make friends with heroes from all directions.

Shen Changqing lay firmly on the horse's back, even though the mountain road was difficult and bumpy, he didn't move a muscle.

Several horses were exhausted from rushing on the road before, but now they are walking slowly. This horse has followed him for nearly ten days, driving the horse forward leisurely. Escaped.

Rumble!
There was thunder, and dark clouds gathered.

The thunderbolt on the blue sky was deafening, the horse was frightened and stood upright, but Shen Changqing gently stroked the back of the horse and calmed down, no longer disturbed by foreign objects.

"Is it going to rain?"

Looking at the dark sky, Shen Changqing was a little surprised.

When I was riding a horse before, I didn't notice any signs of rain in the sky, but the sky was clear. Why did the sky suddenly become cloudy?

"God's temper, it's really faster to turn your face than to turn a book!"

Shen Changqing shook his head dumbfounded, and looked around to find a place to shelter from the rain.

These days, he has been traveling leisurely, moving into the city to live when he encounters a city, staying overnight when he encounters a house, and finding a place to shelter from the rain in the wilderness. He thinks this way should be like a fairy traveling through the world of mortals, so The speed of Shinto progress has been accelerated a lot.

Looking into the distance, Shen Changqing suddenly found a small courtyard in front of him. The lights in the courtyard were flickering, obviously inhabited.

"Meeting by chance is fate, it is better to borrow a place to shelter from the rain."

After making the decision, Shen Changqing drove forward.

Don't look at the small courtyard in the distance that he can see at a glance with his clear ears, but he also relies on the power of Shinto. The destination of this trip is still tens of miles away.

The clouds were thick and the wind was raging.

As time passed, the sky began to drizzle, which was as slender as a spider's silk and stretched endlessly. The endless raindrops fell from the sky densely. Coupled with the extremely gloomy sky and pale mountains and rivers, it really looked like a unique landscape painting.

The world, which was already dim due to the dense clouds, became darker and darker with the hazy drizzle.

The wind was blowing, and the drizzle was like silk.

The visual effect of one person and one horse galloping wildly among the mountains and rivers is extremely shocking, and there is an enviable feeling.

Shen Changqing ran with all his strength, but didn't notice that there was a frail scholar in the small courtyard in the distance looking at the drizzle outside the courtyard with sorrow, and suddenly noticed the artistic conception of one person riding one horse in the distance, his eyes lit up, he quickly moved out of the house and fiddled with the table under the eaves, and started Watching the youth grinding ink, paper and pen coming by riding!
"The drizzle hits and the pedestrians are in a hurry. It's really a good calligraphy and painting, but it's a pity that I can't write a poem because I'm too young."

Although the scholar's thoughts are very slow, the speed of describing calligraphy is not slow. Soon the cloudy sky and endless drizzle are presented on the paper. One person, one riding in the rain, is also lifelike, as if the person is about to stand out from the painting. This method is really extraordinary.

The more he painted, the more fascinated he became. A look of madness flashed across the frail scholar's face, but after the expression of struggling and hesitating appeared, he gradually regained his clarity, sighed and said nothing more.

Shen Changqing, who came on the way, didn't notice that someone was approaching him in the house, and just kept his head on his way.

He didn't use Shinto to block the rain, but let the rain soak his clothes. In his eyes, this is also a kind of practice, which can make the speed of Shinto cultivation a little faster.

Although the distance was a bit far, they quickly arrived outside the courtyard.

The strange thing is that the location of the yard is very remote. There is only one path ahead, and the road is overgrown with weeds and thorns. Riding a horse may hurt the horse.

Suddenly, he tied the horse under a big tree with fertile grass, and walked towards the remote courtyard.

"In this continuous drizzle, there shouldn't be lightning hitting the tree and killing the horse, right? But it shouldn't be that bad luck."

Looking back at the horses grazing with their heads down, Shen Changqing shook his head and put his messy thoughts behind him, then looked curiously at the courtyard.

I saw that the lights in the small courtyard were weak and the houses were dilapidated, but it could be seen that the owner of this place took great care of the courtyard on weekdays, and arranged things in an orderly and elegant manner.

There is no evil spirit.

There is a scholar under the eaves, he looks very weak, there is no trace of martial arts practice, there are no female ghosts around, there should be no Black Mountain old demon and Nie Xiaoqian, and that scholar will not be Ning Caichen.

Seeing the scholars in the courtyard, this was Shen Changqing's first thought.

It's just that there is a weak scholar living alone in a small courtyard in the barren mountains and wild mountains, which is also a suspicious point.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Shen Changqing didn't show any strangeness on his face. Instead, he smiled and cupped his hands at the scholar: "In Shen Changqing, because of the rain on the way, I came to Xiongtai's mansion to take shelter from the wind and rain. Come and hope that brother will forgive me."

Under the eaves, when the scholar saw the friendly young man coming, he also smiled and cupped his hands: "It's inconvenient to go out, we are also from Tianya, but it's convenient."

"My servant, Mo Zijin, met Brother Shen!"

The scholar was full of smiles and was very enthusiastic, but from the corner of his eye, when he saw Shen Changqing holding a knife by his waist, his face was obviously panicked, and he took a few steps back with extreme dignity, as if encountering a villain coming to attack.

It's just that Shen Changqing didn't do anything offensive when he came in the rain. Instead, he smiled gently, which reassured Mo Zijin.

"Brother Mo is painting?"

Seeing this frail scholar holding a pen, Shen Changqing cupped his hands in admiration: "Scholars are the pillars of the country, admiration!"

"Brother Mo, is this painting still of me? The world is dark and drizzled, and one person and one rider are holding a knife to the end of the world. This artistic conception is extremely strong, as if you are in the real scene. The people on the paper seem to jump out of the paper. Unexpectedly, Mo My brother's skill is so superb, I'm afraid everyone who is immersed in calligraphy and painting can't compare with this kind of writing power?"

Looking at the ink painting on the table, Shen Changqing admired it from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Zijin was a little afraid of this person at first, but when he heard that this person praised his calligraphy and painting ability so much, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he became shy instead.

After exchanging pleasantries, Shen Changqing followed Mo Zijin into the house, but he could see a lot of calligraphy and paintings hung in the house, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of ink, mixed with a smell of herbs, which was very strange.

He didn't care about it, but thought that the frail scholar was weak and sick and needed to make herbal medicine to treat his illness.

After all, there was no evil in the other party, and the source of the divine way did not send an alarm bell of danger or accident, which meant that there was no crisis coming.

Finding a chair to sit down, Shen Changqing started chatting with this feeble scholar, and gradually understood the origin of the other party. It turned out that he came to the wilderness to seek peace and read sage books. The art of medicine.

It's just that Mo Zijin's experience was very bumpy. After studying for many years, it was a pity that he didn't get any fame after four or five consecutive exams. There is nothing to gain, and finally decadent and helpless, with a dark future.

Later, the old father was anxious about the child's future and helped Mo Zijin find a job to study medicine with a doctor in the town.

Hearing this, Shen Changqing also feels that life is often unsatisfactory, and when chatting with the other party, he is quite interested in congeniality.

After talking for a long time, Mo Zijin happily left the house, saying that he was going to the kitchen to make him some soup to keep him from the cold.

Unable to be stubborn, Shen Changqing had no choice but to cup his fists in gratitude.

Since he had some spare time, he walked around the room looking at those calligraphy and paintings, and praised the other party's calligraphy and painting standards. Although it was not as good as the calligraphy and painting corridors of the seniors in Fairyland Villa, it still had a taste.

A lot of calligraphy and paintings were exhibited, and Shen Changqing nodded in approval, but when he turned around, he couldn't help squinting when he saw the place where the signature was signed.

like……

Seems like something's wrong?

In the 130th year of the Great Qin Dynasty, Luotan Layman?

But the question is now in the second year of Daqin 380, why did this frail scholar sign it more than 200 years ago?
Is it possible that this person loves to play with his mind?
Shen Changqing exhibited a piece of painting and calligraphy in doubt, but found that it was almost the same.

Just when he was wondering, a cold voice came from behind: "Brother Shen, I've had some soup..."

(End of this chapter)