This is a very small military town, close to the barbarian prairie. Looking around, the green grassland is like a landscape painting, with the smell of fresh grass and soil floating in the air. The emptiness makes people feel relaxed and happy, and the mood naturally relaxes.

Standing on the hillside, Zhang Kaifeng opened his arms and embraced the smell of the grassland. He had thought that he had been here a long time ago. He thought that he would come to the grassland for a while, but he would not have come here in this situation. In the early morning, the misty fog had not yet dissipated, but the village's corridors could be vaguely seen, and the curling smoke from the smoke from each household rushed to the sky.

After looking for a while, he withdrew his gaze and left Shanbao. Although the barbarians and Dayan are enemies, the two countries have no war now, and the borders are relatively stable. You can also go to the barbarian market to check it out, but it is not hindered. However, he is not careless and often patrols. There are not large barbarian soldiers, but there are still some small barbarian soldiers who often attack them.

The town is not big, and you can see it at a glance. Most of the residents are the families of soldiers here. However, there are some outsiders, but overall, there are not many. However, the town is much larger than before. None of them, so naturally, the people who came here to serve in the army either married local women or became son-in-laws, and the population gradually increased.

Of course, the soldiers who came here were all people with no background, otherwise who would have come to such a border? However, the simple folk customs here made these soldiers who were excluded warm. They did not leave this place, but instead took root here and got married and had children.

Walking on the street, the neighbors were all very enthusiastic. Zhang Kaifeng responded one by one, pushing open the fence. There was a simple thatched hut in front of Zhang Kaifeng. It was built by someone else in the past and moved out later, so he lived here temporarily.

It has been seven days since he arrived here. Zhang Kaifeng's skill has been falling from the realm of Transforming God. His skills have been passing through and have dropped to the realm of refining Qi and turning essence. It will definitely drop even more severely in a few days. It is impossible to say that he is not lost. He was once a master on the list of talented people, his spirit and spirit were drawn, and he was thrusting his sword with pleasure, but now he is facing loss of skills and has become an ordinary person. There is not that kind of pain, but he is tough and has not been revealed.

Although the sword that was triggered in the Burial God Palace injured the opponent, facing the master of the Void Realm, it is necessary to use his life essence to gain a foothold. It is impossible for him to be without any damage. It is already a miracle that he did not die on the spot.

The night became darker, and Zhang Kaifeng, who was sitting in front of the hut, subconsciously closed his clothes. Once upon a time, he felt cold. Since practicing martial arts, he did not feel cold even in the snow. Now the mere cold wind has made him feel unbearable. This is undoubtedly the biggest pain for a martial arts practitioner, not on his appearance but on his heart.

When he returned to the room, Zhang Kaifeng cooked some food by himself. Fortunately, his skills did not decline. The firewood, rice, oil and salt were given by neighbors. He knew that he was injured, so he sympathized with him, but he did not collect too much. After all, there was too little food in the border areas, so it was difficult for the neighbors to fall asleep. After eating something simple, he fell asleep.

Every day when he wakes up, he subconsciously lifts his sword and then lets go. I wonder how long it took him to get used to being no longer a swordsman? Maybe it will take one month or two months, or maybe it will take longer. He doesn't know how long it will take to be lost? He doesn't know.

Looking at the peerless magic sword that followed him through life and death, Zhang Kaifeng remained silent for a long time, and finally found a piece of cloth, wrapped it up, and placed it under the bed. Perhaps he would never have the possibility of holding a sword again.

The sun rises and sunsets, and time flies. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Kaifeng has been living in the town for more than two months, and his injuries have gradually recovered. However, his skills have completely receded, not even congenital, and are no different from ordinary people. He goes out for a walk every day, watch the elderly play chess, and listens to the neighbors chatting and laughing, and he has slowly integrated into this place.

There is no martial arts here, only a plain life. He is not a magic sword, and the neighbors do not know that he was once a famous master. He is very good to him, and there is no intrigue in the martial arts world.

Especially the children here liked him very much. At first, the children were still afraid of this strange uncle with a gray head, but gradually they realized that Uncle Bai always smiled at them. Those who were braver would run to him and ask him about things outside. Zhang Kaifeng did not refuse and told them some things. Over time, the children would come to tell stories after dinner in the evening. The neighbors saw that he had a good conversation, and they were not worried about taking care of the children, but they were happy to see them.

There is an old man in the village who is responsible for teaching, but he is old and has a bad memory. He always forgets that the children learn only the superficial things. Zhang Kaifeng doesn't mind telling them what he knows and learns.

"Xiao Zhang, have you told stories to the children again?" the old man passing by the pavilion asked with a smile.

Zhang Kaifeng smiled and said, "If they want to listen, I will just talk about it."

The little girl sitting next to Zhang Kaifeng, her big eyes as bright as a gem, said in a tender voice: "Uncle Zhang is so good, we all like to listen to his stories."

"Yes! The third girl comes here every day, it turns out to be to listen to the story." The old man stroked his white beard and smiled kindly.

"Dazhuang, I also like to listen to Uncle Zhang telling stories!" A fat guy raised his hand.

"Xiaohu likes it too."

"Niu Niu likes it too!"

“…………!”

For a moment, the children gathered together talked, and they all liked to listen to stories. This made the old people in the past laugh, both happy and happy. The arrival of this young man injected a vibrant vitality into the calm village.

Time flies, and time passes. In the blink of an eye, a white-headed young man lives in the nameless military town. At first, he was not used to those strange gazes, but gradually the villagers were just curious and had no malice. He gradually ignored it and got used to it.

Spring is the season for sowing, but it is not suitable for planting crops here near the prairie, so most of them are mainly shepherds. However, there are still some vegetables to plant. Zhang Kaifeng lives in the place where he borrowed some seeds from the neighbors and built a vegetable field by himself. On the green grassland, a few sparse aries were happily eating the tender grass that had just broken through the ground, drinking the sweet snow water melted from the mountains, and playing, a big black dog was looking around not far away.

On the hill not far away, a white young man was wearing a coarse cloth dress, gnawing a dog-tail grass in his mouth, holding a shabby book and watching with relish. Beside him were books of different contents, including books of Dayan, books of barbarians, books of medicine and vegetable cultivation, and even books of ghosts. He was like a hard-working scholar who was not picky about food.

"Xiao Zhang, why haven't you gone back yet? It's getting late." A voice came from not far away. It was the sister-in-law of the Luo family. The woman was dressed in a coarse cloth dress and had a pretty good figure. She wore a hairpin that had been around for many years on her head. Although she suffered from poverty, she could vaguely see her appearance when she was young. Her man was the general here. Everyone liked to tease them, and when they met, she called the general's wife, which made the young woman very embarrassed.

It's funny that there are less than a hundred soldiers in this military town, most of which are composed of the people born and raised here. After all, this place is too far away from the capital, and I almost never remember that there is a military town here.

Zhang Kaifeng stood up and said, "It's coming soon, Sister Luo, please leave first, I'll go back soon."

"Oh! OK." The sister-in-law of the Luo family agreed and drove the flock away first.

Seeing the sky getting darker, Zhang Kaifeng also packed up his things and drove the sheep back to the village. These sheep were bought by some of the broken silver he had on his body and the neighbors in the village. They had not done anything before, but now they are very good at doing it. Of course, at the beginning, he was in a mess and found a sheep to fall down. Fortunately, the people in the village helped him. Gradually, he also learned how to grow vegetables and drive the sheep, and his livelihood was finally settled.

Although life was very dull, for the guys who served in the army here, the days faded out of the birds. But he felt that this was life. The peaceful days calmed down his heart and no longer remained silent in the pain of losing his martial arts. He would occasionally think of Axue, Qingqing, Taurus and other friends, but he did not choose to go back. Now he doesn't want to go back. Maybe he will spend the rest of his life here, so that they think he is dead. That's fine.

He felt more guilty about A Xue. He was possessed by the devil and never gave her any warmth. He did not hate Qingqing. He understood her. Looking at the snowy mountains, Zhang Kaifeng prayed silently, hoping that his friends would all live a good life.

After driving the flock into the sheep pen, I pushed open the door of the fence, and there was a small piece of vegetable field in the yard. As soon as the wooden rack was mounted, green vines had already climbed up. The rapeseed sown in winter broke out of the ground and sprouted tenderly. The simple yard has a bit of a sense of life. Some wooden racks and stools are placed outside the yard. The stove is set outside, and the pot on the stove is still scattered with residual heat, waiting for the owner to return.

After eating something simply, Zhang Kaifeng lay on the chair and continued reading, but not long after, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Kaifeng opened the door and stood outside the door with a cramped man standing outside.

This man is not just Luo He, the man who is the sister-in-law of Luo family. Luo He is a general of the military town, but he has no airs. He is tall and half a head taller than ordinary people. He looks very rough, but he is famously meticulous and gentle. Otherwise, he would not have married such a beautiful wife as Luo family.

(End of this chapter)
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