Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1690 Humanity
boom!
Tian Ermiao's palm hit the old man's right shoulder firmly.

The surrounding space has been shattered many times by the impact of the palm strength, however, the old man's body only leaned back thirty degrees.

On the other hand, Tian Ermiao, the shock force from the old man's shoulders made him fall backwards.

Finally, Tian Ermiao stopped.

His eyes were almost narrowed into slits.

After this slap, Tian Ermiao gave the old man in Mai a position, a rather terrifying existence like Mr. Wen.

As a result, Tian Ermiao's breathing was a little short.

In the fruit grove, Feng Xia's hand is holding a branch.

Snapped!
Feng Tianxia exerted force unconsciously, and the branch broke.

The old man in sackcloth straightened his back, and he said, "There are three entrances to Shendi Mountain."

Hearing this, Tian Ermiao took a few steps forward, "Which three?"

"The way of heaven, the way of humanity and the way of hell."

The old man in sackcloth shouted, "Which one do you choose?"

After saying that, the old man in sackcloth stood up and swiped the dagger in the air.

scoff!

A hole was cut in the space like a piece of cloth, and the hand of the old man in sackcloth reached into the hole, and when he was about to tear it, Feng Xia hurried over, "He hasn't got my permission yet."

The old man in linen and Tian Ermiao both looked at Feng Tianxia.

In Tian Ermiao's eyes, Feng Tianxia's figure was erratic, but Feng Tianxia clearly stood still, Tian Ermiao's heart was shocked, "Fitting together..."

The old man in sackcloth said, "The Feng family really regards Shendi Mountain as their own?"

"At least outsiders think it is." Feng Tianxia said.

"An outsider is an outsider, and an outsider knows nothing!" said the old man in sackcloth.

"I don't care about other people, such as Xing Ming last time, but he can't."

Feng Tianxia refers to Tian Ermiao.

"The reason." The old man in sackcloth said.

"He killed five members of my Feng family, is this reason enough?"

Feng Tianxia said: "If it's not enough, then I'll add another one. His identity is the suzerain of Liuhemen, and Liuhemen comes from Dongzhou. Is this reason enough?"

The old man in sackcloth had already confirmed Tian Ermiao's identity through Xianfanzhang, so he shook his head and said, "Not enough."

Feng Xia narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"I mean……"

The old man in sackcloth tore his hands apart, and the hole in the space was torn open.

Immortal energy came out majesticly, which surprised Tian Ermiao.

However, the immortal energy disappeared in a flash, and the aura that was transmitted again was the eerie smell of hell.

"Well, you're not suitable."

The old man in sackcloth shook his head, and then his breath changed again, becoming extremely ordinary, just like the secular world.

The old man in sackcloth nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing this, Feng Tianxia stopped talking, with a smile on his face.

Tian Ermiao frowned, and he said, "Choose one of Heaven and Hell."

"You have passed the time of choice, so let's be humane, humane is quite suitable for you." Said the old man in sackcloth.

"You did it on purpose, right?" Tian Ermiao's face turned cold.

"After the time of choice, you have no choice, go."

The old man in sackcloth waved his hand.

Tian Ermiao's body flew towards the torn hole uncontrollably.

"I remember you!"

Tian Ermiao's unwilling roar broke out.

The old man in sackcloth smiled faintly, put his hand down, and the space returned to its original state.

Then, he underestimated Feng Tianxia, ​​"Are you satisfied?"

"It's pretty satisfactory."

Feng Tianxia stared at the old man in sackcloth, and said: "I thought you took a fancy to that kid and wanted to fulfill his wish, now you..."

"The whole continent, people from other continents can only follow my arrangement when they come here."

The image of the old man in sackcloth changed drastically, and he said like an emperor: "If I make him a fairy, he will become a fairy; if I make him a ghost, he will be a ghost; It's people, everything..."

The old man in sackcloth had a frightening smile, "It all depends on my mood."

At this moment, Feng Tianxia felt a little flustered, he calmed down, and said: "You are really a terrible person, you are worthy of being a guardian of the mountain."

"Every mountain guard has to have his own personality and temper, because this mountain is mine, and I can do whatever I want, Feng Tianxia, ​​do you remember?"

The old man in sackcloth gave a cold drink.

Feng Tianxia did not answer.

The old man in sackcloth looked down at the short knife in his hand, and he said to himself, "I've been sharpening this knife for thousands of years, and I'm almost satisfied with the sharpness, so it's almost time to see blood, what do you say?" Yeah?"

Looking at the knife in the old man's hand, Feng Tianxia took a deep breath, "It's really sharp."

"It's not enough, I still have to grind, and I need to speed up the grinding process. I already feel that some people are about to be unable to sit still. How can I protect myself if I don't grind it sharp enough?"

Tian Ermiao's body fell in the void, strangely, the voices of the old man in hemp clothes and Feng Tianxia could be heard clearly, as if they were talking nearby.

"The mountain guard..."

Pfft!
Tian Ermiao's feet landed on the ground, and there was a mountain in front of him. This mountain was also a figure, no different from the Shendi Mountain seen outside.

However, Tian Ermiao can see houses in the dense bushes, and there are chimneys smoking carefully.

Well, cock crowing and dog barking can also be heard.

This is a peaceful and quiet mountain village.

The corner of Tian Ermiao's mouth twitched, "You want to block my way? No one can block it!"

"Mountain Guardian, you will regret your decision today!"

Tian Ermiao strode up the mountain.

Along the way, Tian Ermiao saw chickens, ducks and geese.

Instead of heading toward the row of houses, he headed in the other direction.

He heard the sound of a waterfall.

Before Tian Ermiao arrived, he heard laughter.

Four women were doing laundry there.

They were chatting about family affairs, and listening to their voices, Tian Ermiao seemed to have returned to his hometown, where people often gathered in Yingzuiqu to chat.

Tian Ermiao watched from a distance, his brows curled into a ball.

Don't talk about immortal energy here, there is not even the slightest spiritual energy, this is more secular than the secular world of the earth.

Tian Ermiao stretched out his hand, and the aura appeared in his hand, but he still couldn't feel it.

"Hey."

Tian Ermiao sighed, he didn't bother the four women, he walked along the stream.

quack quack...

After a while, the sound of ducks was heard, and there were indeed many ducks.

Ducks are playing in the stream, and occasionally there are small fish hanging from the duck's mouth.

Tian Ermiao squatted by the stream and watched.

It really reminded him of his hometown.

So much so that Tian Ermiao thought of everyone in his hometown.

Their appearance clearly appeared in Tian Ermiao's mind.

"It's been so long since they came out, I don't know what happened to them."

Tian Ermiao was talking to herself.

His parents, his wife...

"Is your stomach big?" Tian Ermiao pursed her lips.

"Since you've been out for too long, let's go home."

The appearance of this voice made Tian Ermiao tremble all over.

　There is almost no sadness in this book, because I don't know what real sadness is... Now I know what it is like to tear your heart and lungs, it seems that time freezes, making your heartache stop, and it seems that time flies by , making you very afraid that the heartache in the next moment will be even more severe, and you don't know whether to stop time or let time pass faster... I don't know where to post these nonsense, so let it be here.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)