Dao Fruit

Half a month later.

Beside the city gate of Yuanning City, an unkempt figure gradually approached. It was Qiu Yan who was coming from the mountain.

He walked towards the city gate, but before he could reach the city gate, he was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.

"Stop!" The soldier came over with a long stick in his hand, "Refugees are not allowed to enter the city if they encounter bandits. Go to the refugee shed in the south and tell your name. You can get a bowl of porridge."

"Meet bandits and refugees?" Qiu Yan was startled, a look of thought flashed in his eyes, and he straightened up and saluted, "This soldier brother is a student who returned from traveling. On the way, he encountered a strong man who robbed him, and all his belongings were taken away. Go and come back after a lot of trouble."

"Returning students?" The soldier was shocked when he heard this, "Not from the village in the south?"

When he heard the word "Southern Village", Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head and said, "No."

The soldiers looked him up and down and saw that although Qiu Yan was wearing rags and his face was covered with dust, but upon closer inspection, his features were clear and his posture was straight, so he believed him a little, but still asked as usual: " Is there any proof?”

"Yes." Qiu Yan nodded, "Xiao Sheng's uncle works as a steward at Pan Yuan's wife's house in the city. Someone will tell him if he asks."

"The steward of Pan Yuan's wife's family?" Hearing this, the soldier took a deep breath, and then said in a friendly manner, "Since you are Pan Yuan's wife's family, you must treat it as such. I will send someone to send the young master there." After saying this, he turned around and shouted. , a man came over, and after listening to the soldiers' orders, he led Qiu Yan into the city.

The moment he entered the city, the roll of green shirt Qiu Yan held in his hand trembled slightly, and a strange color flashed across his face.

The person who led the way was a rogue in the city who was the best at observing people's emotions. He was joking and joking all the way. He and Qiu Yan were like old friends for many years, and they soon arrived at a big house.

The high-walled courtyard has a red painted door and a plaque hanging on the door with two big characters written on it -

Pan Mansion.

"We're here, please call the steward out, sir, so I can answer you when I get back."

Qiu Yan nodded. He knew that this person was an informant. The soldier was responsible for his duties and could not leave without authorization, so he asked someone to come over. He said he was a guard, but in fact he was monitoring to prevent forgery.

Coincidentally, at this time, there was a sound coming from the side of the road. Qiu Yan heard it and his face immediately lit up. He turned around and said, "Cousin, what a coincidence, I just happened to bump into you."

The man who came was a man in his thirties, wearing a straight jacket, with a slightly bowed waist and a respectful expression. He was talking to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next to him.

Hearing Qiu Yan's words, the man had not yet answered. The young man looked at the two people blocking the door and frowned, with hesitation on his face: "Who are you, blocking the door of my house?" As he said that, he glanced at Qiu Yan. , with disgust on his face, "If you want food, go elsewhere! If you block here, it will dirty the stone steps in front of the door. Be careful of your dog legs!"

"This boy has such a crazy tone!"

Qiu Yan's eyelids twitched. The other party's condescending tone really made him feel unhappy. No matter in his previous life or in this life, it was rare to be scolded in person like this. However, thinking about his current appearance, his heart gradually calmed down.

"This man is not old, but he has an overbearing arrogance. It must be caused by being spoiled."

The leading rogue bowed his hands and saluted, and said with a smile: "Master Pan, the villain Wang Qiao'er, say hello to the young master. We are here to lead this young master. He said that he is related to the steward of the house..."

"Which one is in charge?" Young Master Pan's face brightened slightly when he saw Wang Qiao'er saluting, and he glanced at Qiu Yan again, "There are so many stewards in the house..."

At this moment, the man next to him stepped forward and asked with some uncertainty: "Could it be Qiu Yan's cousin?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Qiaoer beside Qiu Yan rolled his eyes and remembered the name in his heart.

Young Master Pan turned around and glanced: "Liu Yue, do you know this person?"

The man named Liu Yue took a closer look at Qiu Yan. He looked more and more like him. Just as he was about to speak, Qiu Yan stepped forward to greet him.

"Is he really a relative of yours? How did he look like this?" Master Pan San became more and more unhappy when he saw this. He waved his hand, "Okay, take it back to your home quickly. Don't block it here, let others see it, fall down My Pan family’s reputation!”

"Yes! Yes! Let's go now, let's go now. I hope the young master won't be offended. My cousin has had some changes in his family recently..." He was about to tell the difference, but Young Master Pan didn't want to listen and urged Liu Yue to take the lead. People leave.

Although Liu Yue was not a slave in Pan's house, he had signed a long-term contract and his father also worked in the house. The whole family was sent to Pan's house. He did not dare to disobey orders and led Qiu Yan to leave.

Seeing this, Wang Qiaoer said hello to Master Pan and left.

He walked quickly and returned to the city gate in half a cup of tea. When the soldiers guarding the city saw him, they smiled and said: "Looking at you, that kid must not be lying, but just to be on the safe side, I still have to report my name." , check the household registration so that you can know your recent whereabouts.”

Beside him, a subordinate in gray clothes held a piece of paper and a pen.

"What Mr. Li said is true, but that kid was slippery. He made insinuations all the way without revealing his name. Fortunately, I finally found the flaw..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Mr. Li interrupted: "Just tell me your name."

"Yes, that person's name is... his name is... Xi..." Wang Qiaoer was originally smiling, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't say the name. In the end, she looked sad, as if she was trying to remember.

"What's wrong? What's your name?" The soldier surnamed Li became impatient.

"This..." Wang Qiaoer smiled bitterly, "I forgot about this villain!"

"In just such a short time, you forgot? Trash!" Soldier surnamed Li raised his hand and slapped Wang Qiaoer on the face.

In the clear sound, Wang Qiaoer begged for mercy again and again: "Master Li, don't be angry, Master Li, don't be angry!" He said as he retreated, some rogues also gathered in the distance, they were all called by the soldiers to help, and everyone laughed when they saw this.

Wang Qiaoer took a few steps back, lowered his head and said nothing, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

However, no one noticed that a little white light was gradually dissipating in his left ear.

………………

"Fortunately, I was prepared in advance and used some divine power to go over. As for erasing the memory, with my current ability, it is absolutely impossible. However, it is not difficult to confuse the superficial memory and make it defective. "

Qiu Yan had arrived at Liu Yue's home at this time.

Liu Yue's home is a courtyard, with a door on one side and rooms on three sides. Entering the courtyard, Qiu Yan is holding a small basin and washing himself at the corner. After half a month of travel, even though his muscles and bones are not tired, he is inevitably dusty and tired. It's dirt. After rinsing, it feels refreshed.

After a brief rinse and changing into coarse cloth clothes, Qiu Yan first took away the bunch of green shirts, which still had his true self attached to them.

"However, it is just a temporary measure now. The soldiers guarding the gate actually intercepted the refugees, and they seemed to only target the villages in the south. As I expected, it was good. I'm afraid..."

After packing their things, Qiu Yan's aunt and sister-in-law had already cooked simple meals and asked Qiu Yan to sit down.

"For the current plan, we must first improve our strength, and the other is to find out the foundation of King Tongshan. To improve our strength, in addition to finding the methods of sexual cultivation and life cultivation mentioned by the crow demon, the simplest method is Shinto."

While eating, Qiu Yan's eyes fell on the bunch of green shirts beside the table.

"The Shinto seems mysterious, but I have been a mountain god for decades and have some experience. What I lack is nothing but incense and will power. I can't go back to Yuanyuan Mountain for the time being. Even if I can go back, it will be difficult to accumulate much with the status of the ruined mountain god. Divine power is not enough to protect ourselves, let alone improve our strength. We must find a way to open up a new situation. When I entered the city just now, I clearly felt..."

Qiu Yan was thinking to himself when suddenly there were rapid footsteps outside the door.

"Yan'er is really back? God has eyes..."

The voice came, and then an old man over fifty years old walked into the room.

The old man was wearing a dark blue coat with the hem slightly turned up. He thought he was walking in a hurry and had his feet tied up.

As soon as he entered the room and saw Qiu Yan eating, he ran straight over.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan stood up and was about to bow, but before he could stand still, the old man came to him and patted him hard on the shoulder. The other party looked at Qiu Yan carefully and nodded repeatedly: "It's true. Yan'er, it's really Yan'er!"

"Father, I told you, my cousin is fine..." Outside the door, Liu Yue stepped in, complaining.

"Can you hold your nerve?" The old man turned around and reprimanded, "I heard that thieves invaded the border and several villages in the south were massacred. I thought that Yan'er also died at the hands of thieves. How can he calm down now that he has returned safely?"

This old man is Qiu Yan's predecessor's uncle, Liu Huai.

On the other side, Qiu Yan also captured a very key message from the other party's words——

"Thieves are invading the world? They are obviously monsters killing villages and eating people. How come they are here and become thieves? Where did the thieves come from?"