The liver produces the strongest player

Chapter 466 Village
"Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time and time are the passers-by of a hundred generations. And life is like a dream, how much joy?"

"Why?" Jiang Yang sighed and asked himself.

"I, Jiang Yang, was born with parents who died early. I had very few concerns. The world is bustling with profits coming and going. I am mediocre, but it is not my heart."

So what is worthy of your own joy and pursuit?
……

For more than ten days, Jiang Yang didn't ride a horse, let alone fly, but just walked all the way to the southeast.

Along the way, Jiang Yang has been thinking.

Unlike other people, he has his own family, and his parents have high expectations, and he doesn't want to be a person who just hangs around and waits to die.

He walked through towns and villages along the way, and saw many people or things of all kinds.

But his heart was silent, like a pool of stagnant water, there seemed to be nothing that interested him, and no waves arose.

Or he couldn't understand where the enthusiasm of those seekers came from.

He seems to have entered a dead end. After pursuing great strength and Taoism together with the strong in this world, he suddenly doesn't know whether this road is right or wrong.

There is no reason why you must go on firmly.

Now think about it, what is the reason that keeps pushing yourself forward?

die?
Indeed, if he didn't step up to improve his strength, sooner or later he would bring disaster and death to himself with this psychic bloodline physique.

Therefore, he desperately broke his liver, and in the illusion of ancient paintings, he experienced high-intensity exercises that most people could not bear, day after day, year after year.

Only then did he have a terrifying strength far beyond his peers.

But in contrast, he found that he was getting more and more tired of this kind of life.

After decades or hundreds of years, anyone would get tired of this kind of explosion.

Under such a high-intensity explosion, he gradually found that it was difficult for him to be interested in anything, or life gradually lost its fun.

Under such circumstances, he no longer has the motivation to continue to explode, so he is a little eager to establish a heart for himself.

He felt that maybe only in this way would he have the motivation to keep going.

But...how can it be so easy?
If it were that easy, there wouldn't be so many people who would stop at the mid-innate stage and be unable to enter the late stage.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang still has time, after all, he is only the fourth inborn, even if he refines all the medicinal power of the "Spirit Devouring Pill", he can only reach the fifth innate at most.

There is still a long way to go before the sixth stage of consummation.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yang patted his head self-deprecatingly, was he a little too anxious?

After all, normal people only think about breaking through the bottleneck after reaching the peak of the sixth level of innateness, and I, who have just entered the middle stage of innateness, have already begun to worry about things in the later stage of innateness.

"Just, Dao Xin, what could it be?"

I don't know if it's because of the long-term anger in the illusion of ancient paintings, the only thing Jiang Yang can feel now is the tiredness of his heart.

The road in front of me is winding and winding, and I don't know where it leads.

He was walking forward aimlessly at this moment, not knowing where to go.

Boom!

The sky was overcast and cloudy, and thunder suddenly flickered.

Jiang Yang raised his head and looked at the dark sky.

"Is it going to rain?"

Jiang Yang shook his head, the rain had no effect on him.

As early as when he was in the Gang Qi state, he was already able to block the rain with his internal force, so let alone the rain, even the torrential flood outside would not affect him.

But at this time, he saw a convoy of goods coming from behind.

"It is going to rain!"

"Quick! Go fast!"

"There is a village in front of us. Let's go to the village in front of us to avoid the rain before it rains."

"Come on!"

At this moment, a man dressed as a guard passed by him.

Xu Shi walked too fast and bumped into Jiang Yang, but he didn't knock Jiang Yang down, but he staggered and almost fell down.

Jiang Yang gave him a hand.

"Thank you, thank you!" The man thanked, and then looked at Jiang Yang strangely, "Brother, it's going to rain soon, why are you so slow?"

"Why don't you come with us to the village ahead to shelter from the rain, it's only two or three miles away."

Jiang Yang's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

"If it's going to rain, it's a good time to enjoy the rain scene." Jiang said casually, "You go first, don't worry about me."

Seeing what Jiang Yang said, the man couldn't say much.

"What a freak."

"Yeah, if you catch a cold, you can suffer from the wind and cold."

"Let's go, let's go."

Seeing that the wind was blowing more and more urgently, someone urged him.

Then a group of people rushed forward in a hurry.

As for Jiang Yang, he was still not in a hurry.

The wind blew the grass and trees on the side of the road rustling, and the old trees on the side of the road were blown by the wind, and their flowers and leaves fell. Jiang Yang raised his hand, and a fallen leaf floated in his palm.

He was walking alone on the deserted loess road with an indifferent expression.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he gradually felt a cold liquid dripping down his cheeks.

And the village ahead is also in sight.

On the winding loess road, sparse residential buildings can be seen in the distance.

A thunder roared, startling the old crow at the head of the village to flap its wings and fly away.

Jiang Yang suddenly had a bad feeling.

He frowned and sniffed.

He smelled a faint smell of blood from the air.

He subconsciously quickened his pace and walked forward, and then he saw a figure, who was lying on the side of the road, with bright red blood spreading under his body.

"I'm out of breath, already dead." Jiang Yang was startled.

He continued to move forward, and on a small hill leading up to the village, there were several corpses lying here and there. Most of these people were dressed in sackcloth, and they should be villagers in the village.

"All dead."

Jiang Yang remembered that the convoy just came to this village to avoid the rain.

He quickened his pace again and walked up the hillside. The houses on both sides of the road were deserted, and there was no living person. Dead bodies were everywhere, men and women, old and young.

Just when Jiang Yang was surprised, he suddenly heard a scream coming from the depths of the village.

He immediately rushed towards the direction of the screams.

I saw a group of people surrounded the center of the village and hit a few tall and strong men who looked like robbers. These people happily hung a thin old man with a rope and hung it on the poplar tree in the village.

The old man was suffocated by the rope strangling his neck, struggling with his hands and feet, while the men around him laughed loudly, as if they were enjoying it.

At this time, they seemed to have discovered Jiang Yang, an uninvited guest, and surrounded him with a sneer.

(End of this chapter)