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Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the younger generation of the Twelve Clans would enter the ancestral land on this day. Ten years later, ten years later, the cycle repeated. Too many expectations were placed on them.

Jiang Feng returned to Shui's house, met Shui Baimei and Shui Qingqian, talked for an hour, and then left alone. The ancestral land is the important place of the Twelve Cultivation Families, and outsiders are not allowed to enter easily. Once discovered, the Twelve Clans will spare no effort The joint beheading.

Shui Baimei took a great risk in telling Jiang Feng about the ancestral land. Although it was an extraordinary time to act at an extraordinary time, he didn't want to be the target of public criticism at a critical moment.

Jiang Feng left Shui's house and went to the ancestral land alone. He had a simple map in his hand, which was specially drawn by Shui Baimei, allowing him to enter the center of the ancestral land in the shortest possible time.

Wulong Mountain stands on the bank of the Yellow River. The mountain is not high and not spectacular, but it has been endowed with a very mysterious mythical color since ancient times.

This is not a barren mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there are scattered villages. The history of the existence of the villages is also unverifiable. According to the letter, those villages are descendants of the twelve cultivating families.

But the age is too long, the bloodline has been thin, and the inheritance cannot be continued. They have no connection with the Twelve Cultivation Families, and they are just the most ordinary members living in this land of China.

When Jiang Feng came to the foot of Wulong Mountain, the first stop was a village called Shicun, from which he would climb the mountain and enter the ancestral land.This is another way, which is different from the way for members of the Twelve Cultivation Families to enter the ancestral land, because Jiang Feng does not want to meet with the members of the Twelve Families for the time being, and he made too much noise at the Trial Conference, and the major Everyone in the family knows it well, some people appreciate it, and naturally, some people hate him to death.

Stone Village is not big, with about 34 households, but it is the center of the village. There is a primary school. At this time, the sound of reading can be heard from far away in the school.

Bathed in the morning sun, the hard-working villagers walked out of their homes one after another to work in the fields. Jiang Feng walked all the way through the field ridges and saw an old farmer harvesting corn bellflowers in the field.

The old farmer held a sickle in his hand, cut it with a sickle, and a large piece of platycodon was cut off. He was old, his hair was white, his back was bent, and he was small and thin. He seemed to have no strength, but the speed of harvesting was Extremely amazing.

Jiang Feng watched for about 5 minutes. The old farmer had just harvested a large piece of bellflower.

These bellflowers will be crushed by machines, and then used as feed for cattle and sheep. This is a very common scene, which may happen every day. They have long been accustomed to repeated work, and they don't feel how hard it is.

But Jiang Feng looked at the back of the old farmer leaving, and his heart was slightly shaken. He could see that the old farmer's strength was amazing.

Looking at his hunched back, it seemed that he could hardly even walk, but he was carrying two bundles of bellflowers weighing nearly a hundred catties, but the wind was blowing under his feet, and he walked extremely fast.

In the eyes of outsiders, this may be a kind of labor instinct. They have lived here for generations, and the word hard work has been deeply imprinted in their bones. In order to survive, they have to do this. It is another manifestation of fighting against the sky, simple and unpretentious , but passed down from generation to generation.

But Jiang Feng saw other clues. He frowned and thought for a while, hesitated for a while, and followed the old farmer. Jiang Feng entered the village and saw an old woman carrying water.

The village is located in a remote location and has not been developed. Drinking water needs to be picked from a natural spring pit 500 meters away from the village.

The old lady was about eighty years old, with mottled silver hair and wrinkled face. Perhaps she was admired by countless young people in the stone village when she was young, but the beauty of that year has long since disappeared.

On the shoulders of the old woman was a greasy black pole with two large wooden barrels at both ends, which were filled with spring water. Judging from the degree of bending of the pole, it can be seen that the weight is not light.

The two buckets of water seemed to crush the old woman at any time, which was worrying, but in the end it was not the case. When the old woman walked around, her shoulders did not shake and her legs did not shake. Splash every penny.

This is a kind of miracle in the eyes of outsiders, it is hard to imagine that an 80-year-old woman can do things that even the middle-aged people may not be able to do.

Jiang Feng lamented the greatness of life, but he didn't step forward to help. He knew it was unnecessary, and it was certainly not the first time for the old woman to carry water. She should do this every morning, along the road from home to Quankeng, back and forth every day , leaving footprints one after another, and her youthful years, the beauty that once touched the hearts of countless young people, slowly passed away during this reciprocation, leaving behind the engravings of the years.

Jiang Feng sighed softly, and watched the old woman enter a low building. He walked slowly into the village. The village was small, with a clear view. A short, dark, middle-aged man was polishing a stone tablet at the gate of his courtyard.

There are many stones near the stone village, and the village is named after stones. The stones all over the mountain are the source of their wealth. The middle-aged strong man held a huge stone weighing no less than two hundred catties in an open space, and picked up a stone cutter in his hand. cut stone.

The texture of the stone is uneven, and the texture cannot be seen, but every time the middle-aged strong man cuts it, it is just right, and the smooth stone tablet is cut out as soon as he falls with his hands.

The middle-aged strong man put down the stone cutter and wiped it with gauze instead. His hands and fingers were covered with calluses, and his knuckles were about half the size of ordinary people, calm and powerful.

Then came the lettering. The middle-aged strong man held a hammer in one hand and a steel drill in the other. Dust splashed between clangs, and one word after another emerged on the stone tablet.

The whole process was done in one go, like clouds and flowing water. This is not a simple practice makes perfect. Jiang Feng finally settled on some things through the agitation of the muscle lines of the strong man's arms.

The people in this stone village, as he saw from the handbook of the Shui family, should be the descendants of the Twelve Cultivation Families.

It's a pity that the inheritance is cut off, and they can't practice like those who practiced in the Twelve, but there should still be some amazing cultivation methods left in the village. Old and immortal, the spectacle of a strong middle-aged man cutting stone like tofu appears.

The Twelve Families existed in ancient times, and have been passed down through various stages until now, and the inheritance was interrupted several times in the middle. By this generation, the prosperous times have long since disappeared.

As for this stone village, the inheritance is almost cut off, and it has long been no different from ordinary people, but some traces that are branded into the bones and blood still exist, and miracles can still be created.

Jiang Feng sighed softly, and felt more and more that the ancestors of the twelve cultivating families were extraordinary, and perhaps in that ancestral land, there would really be a great opportunity for great fortune.

It's just that the road is different after all. Jiang Feng doesn't think that fortune is of any use to him. He wants to go in and have a look more, and doesn't expect anything else.

Jiang Feng didn't leave immediately. He walked around the stone village and went to the elementary school in the village. There was an extra person in the village, which attracted some people's attention. Someone came up to chat with Jiang Feng and spoke kindly. From Los Angeles, he called Jiang Feng a city resident.

Jiang Feng asked some questions, and they answered them one by one. They didn't reject Jiang Feng because he was an outsider. The aunt even invited Jiang Feng to visit her home. Jiang Feng refused, and donated a sum of money to the children in the village to go to school. Use it to attract the title of a living Bodhisattva.

They are simple and kind, and they made Jiang Feng feel very good. Then he heard that Jiang Feng was going to enter Wulong Mountain, and he wanted to send someone to lead Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng still refused. From today on, Wulong Mountain will no longer be peaceful. implicated.

When Jiang Feng entered the mountain, the mountain was rocky and overgrown with bushes. There was no road before. The people of Shicun needed to go to the door to quarry stones and cut firewood. They opened up a simple path, but the path did not go into the mountainside. The people of Shicun heard a lot about The rumors of Wulong Mountain, this stone mountain standing on the bank of the Yellow River, have been full of rumors since ancient times.The people of Shicun warned him that there was a strange existence in the mountain, and that the people in the village had lived here for generations, and they dared not enter it rashly.

The opened road was soon finished, and there was no longer any road behind. Jiang Feng walked forward through the bushes. There was no one here. He had no scruples and moved forward in a very violent way.

Some old birds were startled and flew high into the sky with flapping wings leaving a few feathers behind. Jiang Feng also saw a few jackals like wolves running through the bushes silently, leaving behind a few afterimages.

This place has never been developed and has retained a rather primitive appearance. There are many animals that have long since disappeared in other places in the mountain. It will be extremely dangerous for ordinary people to enter the mountain.

Jiang Feng was full of energy and blood, and the jackals did not dare to approach him. They followed him in the distance, with green eyes shining, but they gave up after following for a while. It seemed that Jiang Feng was not easy to provoke.

Jiang Feng ignored it, and walked faster and faster. This road is not the main road to Wulong Mountain, and it cannot be compared with the road taken by the Twelve Cultivation Clans. Moreover, he was delayed in the stone village for some time before, maybe at this time , the members of the Twelve Families have already entered the mountain, so he has to speed up.

Wulong Mountain is not high, but the mountain is huge. Jiang Feng climbed to a high ground and looked far away. The countless mountains merged together, and at the end, there was a faint tendency to turn into a real dragon.

Shui Baimei once said that this time the wind gathers energy and the real dragon looms, it is indeed a geomantic treasure land, no wonder the ancestors of the Twelve Cultivation Families chose this place.

The road behind became more and more difficult to walk. Ordinary people must have been exhausted walking here, and Jiang Feng was also not easy. After walking for a while, Jiang Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He saw traces of footprints. Judging from the footprints left behind, it was not one person, but two people.

"Could it be that there are other people climbing from the stone village?" Jiang Feng frowned slightly, thinking for a while, he looked at the footprints stretching far away, and his figure flashed, chasing the direction where the footprints disappeared.