Yi Yan didn't dare to walk the main road, so he walked towards the secluded path and the mountain road. But he found the main road because he didn't know where he was going. He thought to himself: "It's not a problem for me to walk around like this, I have to find someone to ask for directions."

His body did not recover, and he walked and stopped. It was already noon in a blink of an eye. It was only morning when he left the unknown village. It was noon now, tired and hungry. Although it was winter, Yi Yan felt that the moisture in his body was gradually decreasing. At this time, he was like those trees with broken roots, and his leaves were slowly drying out.

A family finally appeared in front of me, and the house was built with wood, which was very rough.

When I got closer, I saw a pigpen on one side of the house. Two old men were trying hard to drive a pig into the pigpen. The pig was dirty, thin and long-haired. The two old men were slow to move, and could only block both ends in three directions, and could not get in.

Yi Yan got closer, and the two old men didn't notice it either. Maybe they found it, but pretended not to see it.

Yi Yan hurried over and helped them drive the pig together. It would be much better if there were three people there, and the pig could only enter the pigpen.

After the matter was finished, the two old men thanked Yi Yan. Of course, Yi Yan couldn't understand, but they could guess what they mean from their expressions and movements.

He never thought before that in addition to language, people could also communicate through expressions and actions.

Yi Yan wanted to ask for food at their home, so he said that he wanted to drink water. The two old men understood it and went in to fetch water for him to drink. Yi Yan also followed him in. The room was a little dark. Yi Yan looked over at it and realized what it means to be poor and have a bare wall.

He drank the well water in big mouthfuls, and his thirst was relieved. However, no matter how he drank it, the hunger became even stronger. He wanted to ask if there was anything to eat, but seeing the same hunger on their faces and looking at their family, he could not speak.

After returning the bamboo scoop, he went out and walked a few steps, and suddenly there was a shout behind him. When he looked back, he saw that it was the old man. He was holding a sweet potato in his hand, which was steamed.

Yi Yanyan couldn't help but take it over, it was cold.

The old man said something more, but Yi Yan couldn't understand it. After he replied thank you, he bowed and bowed, took a few steps back, and turned around.

Only when you are extremely hungry will you discover the preciousness of food.

He held the cold sweet potatoes in both hands, ate them while walking, and ate them with the skin. Yi Yan thought he should be very strong, but at this time he felt a bitter feeling in his heart.

While walking along the road, I ate it carefully, for fear that the sweet potatoes would fall to the ground.

Suddenly, two horses turned around in front of them, with curved swords and dressed in strong outfits.

When we met head-on, we could not avoid it. Yi Yan did not look up and had to lower his head to eat sweet potatoes while walking.

The moment he passed by, the horse suddenly stopped and shouted, Yi Yan didn't understand, but knew what he was calling. He saw the knight squinted his eyes and looked at him, focusing on his sword.

"Foreign land, Han people?" asked the thin knight who looked in his thirties. His official words were not good, but he could barely understand them.

Yi Yan nodded.

“Where comes from?”

"Hunan."

"Where is Hunan?"

"Xinning County."

"How many people are there in the family?"

“Five, four.”

“How many?”

"Four, my father died of illness the previous year."

"How many acres of land do you have in your home?"

“A little over four acres.”

"How many cows are there?"

"One end."

"What's my father's name?"

"Liu Chunfeng."

Of course Yi Yan is lying to them.

The light in the knight's eyes over there was like a sword. He looked at Yi Yan's face with sweet potato chips and faint tears in his eyes. He couldn't help but remember the magic image he saw when he received the order.

The Mu family has a faced soul-catching mirror. Every child who formally learns magic first learns soul division first, divides a wisp of soul into the soul-catching mirror. This not only improves the power of the soul-catching mirror, but also prevents the soul-catching mirror from being cut off from its inheritance.

But there is another one that outsiders don’t know, that is, any child who injects a wisp of soul into the soul-catching mirror can pass back what they see to the soul-taking mirror at home before dying, and keep it away for three days.

Because Mu Yun died at night, the scene he saw was also affected by darkness, so it was not very clear when it was sent back.

But what was most profound in the scene he saw was the gloomy and cruel aura of the young man.

I thought to myself: "This person is quite similar to the person in the mirror, and his height and age are in line with his age. But the boy was cold and gloomy. This one looked like he hadn't eaten for a few days, his eyes were timid, which was far from that... Well, kill him first, and someone could tell the difference by taking his head back to the tribe. It's no big deal if he is wrong."

Yi Yan answered very quickly from beginning to end, and he was unable to determine Yi Yan's identity from the question.

Yi Yan suddenly asked, "How to get to Kunming?"

One of them pointed casually, Yi Yan thanked him and turned around.

"Clang..."

He pulled out a scimitar and slashed Yi Yan's neck with lightning speed.

However, Yi Yan seemed to have been prepared, or not, he was not prepared early, like a frightened bird. The moment the man drew his sword, the unfinished sweet potatoes in his hand fell to the ground and his sword was unsheathed.

While the sword was unsheathed, he took a step forward and rose up, flew like a bird, but when he jumped to the height of the horse's head, he spun over. The sword in his hand drew a faint blue light, passing through the man's throat.

The man saw a pair of gloomy eyes.

A red line appeared in his throat, and then the red line turned into a gushing blood.

"Bang..."

The other man twitched the horse whip in his hand hard on the horse's buttocks, and the horse rushed out, and he was about to escape.

The moment the horse ran out, a gourd hanging around his waist was unveiled. He chanted a spell in his mouth, and a black fog surged from the gourd. In the black fog, dozens of dark red poisonous bees rushed towards Yi Yan's face.

Yi Yan's body that caught up with him suddenly stopped after landing. The sword in his hand was stabbed out, and the sword tip appeared. It shrank back with one stab, and a poisonous bee fell to the ground.

He quickly retreated backwards. He felt danger from the poisonous bee. He could not be sure what would happen after being stabbed into his body by the poisonous bee, so he retreated very quickly, no slower than when he rushed forward. Every time he took a step back, the sword in his hand had to stab a few swords. Every time he stabbed it, a dark red poisonous bee would fall to the ground.

When he retreated to the third step, the poisonous bee that rushed towards him was gone, but the man had already escaped.

Yi Yan did not chase after him anymore, picked up the sweet potato that had fallen to the ground and slapped the soil, continued to eat it, and then turned over to the horse and headed in the opposite direction of the escaped person.

After he left, one of the poisonous bees that had been stinged on the ground slowly moved. After eating the other poisonous bees that fell to the ground, he flew towards the direction where his master left.

Yi Yan rode his horse and got off a fork, then stabbed the horse with a sword, and the horse ran away quickly. He himself went in the other direction.

Hunger is the biggest enemy of all living beings in the world, and even those who practice are no exception.

Yi Yan was very alert to walking on the road. He didn't know where he was going, just like his life, he didn't know where he would go.

Not only did the sweet potato not make him full, but instead made him even more hungry.

In the blink of an eye, it was already dusk, and he found that he was breathing even if he walked slowly like this.

Looking at the road that ended by the mountains and looking at the lush green mountains on both sides, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He wanted to eat leaves and grass. There was nothing to eat in the mountains in winter, and he didn't know what to eat.

There was a sound of yelling in front of me, and an old man was pushing a wheelbarrow over.

Yi Yan stopped by the roadside, looked at the old man's wrinkled face, looked at his bent body, and then looked at the two bags of things tied on both sides of his wheelbarrow. The bag had a ragged gap. Yi Yan saw Obito's sweet potatoes from the ragged gap.

The old man looked at Yi Yan alertly, but he did not look at Yi Yan's eyes.

When Yi Yan approached, he suppressed the shame in his heart and walked forward, wanting to ask for some sweet potatoes. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was afraid that he would not understand, so he pointed at the sack on the wheelbarrow and wanted to take the opportunity to take out one from the hole.

But the old man who had already paused slightly immediately shouted loudly and waved his hand to tell him to leave. Yi Yan was speechless and wanted to take a sweet potato. The old man lifted his clothes and pulled out a scimitar, making a move to cut him, which was so shocked that Yi Yan retreated repeatedly.

The old man stared at Yi Yan with a fierce look and pushed the wheelbarrow forward quickly.

Yi Yan blushed and looked at the old man's background away. A bad thought surged in his heart. He wanted to chase after him and pull out the sword in his hand to grab a few sweet potatoes. No one would know if he killed one, but even if he knew it, what if he didn't kill him, he didn't kill one. As soon as this thought appeared, it would inevitably rise wildly.

He was frightened by his thoughts, and his body stood in the city without moving, watching the old man go away.

He walked forward, enduring hunger and walking on the road, turning a bend in front, and what appeared in his eyes was a mountainous land, and a village could be seen in the distance. He didn't dare to get close to the village and see the open spaces, with nothing inside.

It is winter now, and the Chinese New Year is almost over, and there is nothing to eat in the field.
Chapter completed!