Chapter 2: Overcoming the Tribulation? The World of Xianxia?

"I knew that even after traveling through time in the game, the second game would definitely not be that simple!"

Wang Mu stared at the two swords behind the statue.

There is a difference between the character model in the game and the real statue, and the statue is too big, so Wang Mu is not completely sure.

But the appearance of the two stone weapons behind the statue was too familiar to him!

The Xiaoxiao Sword and Yinghong Dao are the weapons used to clear the level.

"Not starting over, but ending a thousand years later?"

Thinking of this, Wang Mu was a little confused for a moment.

The world has definitely undergone earth-shaking changes in the past thousand years...

Wang Mu looked at the statue and fell silent.

"Xiao Wang, since you have come to our Anle Village, you have to work hard and support yourself in the future. If you don't know anything, it doesn't matter. You can learn many things!"

The aunt looked Wang Mu up and down, "I wonder what you think?"

Wang Mu felt his own situation.

I just traveled through time as a whole, and my physical fitness is average in all aspects.

In the game, if you engage in this, you only need to consume action points, and the protagonist will automatically work, and the skill proficiency will increase. Basically, it is just a matter of clicking the mouse and calculating the time.

Considering that reality is different from games, hunting and mining may be more difficult...

But in reality, it should be easy to kill a chicken, catch a fish, and chop wood, right?

"My cooking skills are pretty good, and I can still kill chickens and fish."

Wang Mu said.

"oh?"

Auntie's eyes lit up, "Do you still have this ability?"

The aunt's gaze made Wang Mu feel a little subtle.

"Come on, come on, I just want to make mushroom and chicken soup today, why don't you kill a chicken first and let me see?"

The aunt took Wang Mu to a backyard, which was surrounded by a four-meter-high fence and housed some strange-shaped flower chickens.

For some reason, Wang Mu always feels a little strange, because these chickens are strong and have bright eyes. Compared with the chickens farmed on the earth, they look like the overlord of chickens.

Considering that it was a different world, Wang Mu felt that it didn't matter. They were just livestock after all. How could they be compared with human beings?

Outside the fence, there is a chopping board, and a chicken waiting to be slaughtered is hanging on the chopping board.

Killing a chicken is not difficult for Wang Mu, who was born in a rural area. He just needs to clamp the wings, buckle the chicken's head upside down, pluck the hair from the chicken's neck, wipe the neck with a knife and bleed...

The aunt looked at Wang Mu with encouraging eyes.

Wang Mu rolled up his sleeves, walked over, and skillfully grabbed the chicken's wings with both hands...

However, just when he was about to grab the chicken wings, the chicken suddenly clucked, and its wings flapped towards Wang Mu's arm like a cattail fan!

call!

A strong air current swept over him, and Wang Mu felt a huge force coming towards him. His arm felt like it was hit by a hundred-pound pendulum. He couldn't control his whole body. He stepped back more than ten steps and finally fell down.

On the ground…

"?"

Wang Mu was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

I can't even catch a chicken, can I?

At that moment, Wang Mu even felt as if he had been slapped by a boxing champion.

"..." The aunt looked at this scene, and several thin lines appeared on her forehead.

"Xiao Wang, this chicken is called Feng Yu Chicken. It's not that easy to kill it." The aunt smiled, "Your body is a little weak. Killing a chicken is a technical job and it's not that easy."

"

Wang Mu stood up, shook his arm, and felt a numbness, as if his blood vessels were being pressed.

Not to mention killing the chicken, the chicken was killed in one move without even being able to touch it...

Wang Mu secretly felt that something was wrong.

"Well, I should be okay at fishing."

Wang Mu moved his lips, a little unwillingly.

In his previous life, he had done some research on fishing in real life. Not to mention returning home with a full load, he was by no means an air force.

"Okay, I just want to go to Lao Yu to buy some small white carp."

The aunt nodded, "Follow me and try it out at Yunlai River. The only one in our village who is somewhat accomplished in this area is the old guy. If he can have one more fishing friend, he should be in a good mood."

With that said, the aunt took Wang Mu out of the village and came to Yunlai River a few miles away from the village.

This is a small stream flowing slowly down from Guyun Mountain.

It was said to be a small stream, but when Wang Mu walked there, he realized that it was actually a big river, tens of meters wide. From the other bank, he could see the lush and towering trees on the opposite side, as well as Guyun Mountain, which was looming in the clouds and mist.

It's just that the surface of the stream is calm, with the occasional breeze blowing.

Not far away, an old man was sitting on a wooden coffin on the shore, holding a bamboo pole, wearing linen clothes and a bamboo hat, with gray hair, like an old monk sitting fishing, motionless.

This scene was quite familiar to Wang Mu.

"I should be able to do this."

Wang Mu nodded.

Traveling to this point, you can't kill a chicken, but catching a fish should be easy.

The aunt didn't make a sound, just waited quietly, obviously not disturbing.

Wang Mu also waited, fishing for something as still as still water.

Soon, the surface of the lake became slightly wavy and the float sank, indicating that fish should be coming.

"It's time to call it a day."

Wang Mu looked at the old man.

The next moment, the old man opened his eyes, stretched out his arm like a dead tree, and shook it gently!

boom!

A torrent visible to the naked eye rose from the bamboo pole and exploded out of the float, instantly throwing out three or four water columns more than ten meters high.

Fat fish swim rapidly in the water column, like phantoms.

The old man was not in a hurry. He picked up the bamboo pole and swung it. The fishing line shuttled back and forth in the water column like an embroidery needle in the hands of an Eastern leader. In just a moment, it passed through more than a dozen fat white carp that were at least one meter long.

With another flick, the fishing line flew to the shore, and the fish fell from under the line into the bamboo basket sunk in the water.

"..." Wang Mu.

He opened his mouth slightly, watching this scene, and many question marks popped up in his mind again.

You call this fishing?

"Lao Yu, the harvest is not good."

The aunt shouted loudly from behind, "Why are they all these little white carp? It's been a long time since our village tasted the taste of red mullet."

Wang Mu looked at the fish at least one meter long in the bamboo basket.

Little white carp?

What the hell is this carp?

The carp is so big...

Wang Mu was in a daze for a moment, and something seemed not quite right in Novice Village in the Second Week.

The old man turned around, sighed and said: "It's not like you don't know what's going on recently. Yunlai River only has this kind of little white carp that makes a tooth sacrifice. What, is there something wrong?"

The aunt nodded and was about to speak.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the distance, thunder filled the air, and darkness seemed to cover the sky. The originally clear sky suddenly changed color.

"I have something to do, so let's go back first."

The aunt's face was solemn, she glanced into the distance, and said to Wang Mu, "Little Wang, the immortals over at Guyun Mountain have begun to undergo tribulations again. The spiritual energy is turbulent and not suitable for work. There are even ferocious beasts coming out to look for food.

We have to go back to the village first."

"Oh, okay, okay..." Wang Mu nodded subconsciously.

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To be continued...