Chapter 750 Seems a Little Regretful

"Is it a person?"

After saying such a soft sentence, everyone in the small village changed their expressions drastically.

Especially those majestic men holding deer stripping knives, the hands holding the knives are showing blue veins, and there is a faint blood in the eyes.

The children hid behind the old man, and the fat woman who was washing clothes by the river lifted a few stones.

Fang Yuan stood quietly, taking a panoramic view of their reactions, and raised a trace of mana...

"Then... the customer is a merchant?"

But at this moment, the old man suddenly stepped forward, bowed to Fang Yuan, and with a smile on his face, said: "When I was young, the old man once dealt with a human friend who came to Leizhou to do business. He was very forthright and even invited me to drink. However, after we left Fengliang City, we haven't seen each other for decades, and we miss him very much!"

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the venue eased slightly.

The men holding the knives looked suspiciously at the old man.

Fang Yuan was also surprised. The guess of the old man knew that he knew that the demon domain was dangerous, but there was a kind of person who often came over. It was the business names interspersed in all parts of the world. These people were only profitable, north to Xueyuan, south to the sea, and west to the magic border. Come over, but this is only limited to the peacetime period. Now this time, it should have been withdrawn.

Now that the old man guessed it, Fang Yuan said conveniently: "That's right, I retreated to recuperate before, when I came out, all the people from the firm left!"

"Oh, the world is not stable..."

Hearing this, the old man was also relieved, sighed, and said: "Then the guest sit inside and rest your feet!"

He said to the men holding the knives: "Still in a daze, cook the meat quickly, everyone who comes is a guest, how can you neglect?"

The men holding the knives were all stunned, then squatted down slowly, and continued to peel and cook the meat. One of them smiled at Fang Yuan with some embarrassment, while the fat women by the river quietly threw away the stones and continued to squat down to wash clothes, but their voices were much lower.

Guided by the old man, Fang Yuan came to sit on a piece of bluestone next to the millstone, and the group of little furballs who had just hid behind the millstone became more courageous at this time, and they all looked at Fang Yuan with round eyes, looking curious.

"Hehe, please sit down for a while, the old man will teach these youngsters to finish reading the book first!"

The old man poured Fang Yuan a cup of wild camellia in a black porcelain pot, then picked up the scroll and said with a smile.

"You also read Dao Yuan True Explanation?"

When Fang Yuan saw the words on the scroll, he nodded and asked softly.

If we say that the most widely circulated book in the world is Daoyuan Zhenjie, I don't know how many rubbings have been printed, but Fang Yuan did not expect that there would be one in this remote village in the demon realm. Although it is not the original, it is still very rare.

"Hehe, my old man doesn't understand the profound principles in this book, let alone these little ones?"

The old man smiled, pointed to those little fur balls and said, "It's just teaching these little ones to recognize a few words!"

Fang Yuan nodded, and said, "The meaning of the scriptures you interpreted just now is somewhat different in principle!"

The old man was slightly taken aback: "What?"

Fang Yuan smiled, and said: "The meaning of the sentence 'Therefore always have no desires, to see its beauty, always have desires, to see its subtleties', should be to have no desires to understand the subtleties, to be in it, to understand the changes of its rules, not what you said, with the heart instead of the eyes, there is no theory!"

The old man was dumbfounded when he heard this, and after smacking for a while, he smiled wryly and bowed to the end, saying: "I met someone really learned..."

While talking, he glanced at the little furballs around him with some hesitation, and said, "How about you..."

Looking at those ugly and innocent little faces, Fang Yuan nodded, took the scroll in the old man's hand, opened a page casually, and slowly said, when it comes to comprehending the "True Explanation of Dao Yuan", there are few people in the world who are more thorough than him. In addition, he is already knowledgeable, so it is more than enough to explain to these little things.

Even the old man pricked up his ears at this moment, as if he didn't want to miss a word.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the men who were peeling and cooking the venison gradually showed respect, and their movements were much lighter, as if they were afraid of disturbing them. And the fat women, after washing their clothes, also washed a large smooth bluestone several times with water under the willow tree not far away, laid out the pots, and then hesitantly brought out the jars of wine.

"I'll tell you so much today. The truth in the book should not be grasped at a glance, but must be savored carefully!"

Fang Yuan didn't stop until the willow shoots were on the moon. He had already seen a little furball distracted by the scent next to it.

"Thank you, sir!"

The old man was filled with emotion, and hurriedly kicked a few fur balls with his feet, and stood in a row to salute Fang Yuan.

"Let's go eat!"

Fang Yuan touched the head of a little fur ball and nodded.

"Sir, please sit down!"

The old man respectfully invited Fang Yuan to sit under the willow tree, and sat at the most honorable head. Next to him was a woman with a horse face who quietly put a clay pot of the fattest meat in front of Fang Yuan. A man who had just peeled a deer held a jar of wine in his arms.

Fang Yuan looked at them, then drank a bowl of wine slowly.

Then he picked up the meat in the clay pot and ate a few pieces, and then he took a teacup and drank it slowly.

The wine is too strong, the meat is too rough, and there are still blood streaks on it, but this wild tea is still interesting.

There were no more than dozens of people in this small tree, gathered together, gobbled up the meat, I don't know if it was because of Fang Yuan, but it was unusually quiet, just eating with a dull head, no one talked, even the most hospitable old patriarch, only poured tea and wine for Fang Yuan from time to time, and then said something like "customers take it easy" with a smile.

When the meal was over, the old man said: "The mountains are dangerous, so why don't you just stay here today?"

Fang Yuan glanced at him and nodded in agreement.

The old man hurriedly drove the fat woman to clean up the room, and gave Fang Yuan the largest and most respectable house in the middle of the village. As if he saw that Fang Yuan liked to drink wild tea, he filled a big pot and put it in the room specially for him.

Fang Yuan was not polite, so he nodded and thanked them, and moved in.

As the night got darker and the surrounding was extremely quiet, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged on the couch, and the moonlight came in from the window.

The white cat was sleeping soundly, purring very rhythmically.

Fang Principle was waiting quietly, with half of his face in the darkness, silent like a stone statue.

"Squeak..."

Near midnight, it was the quietest time between heaven and earth, the next room was quietly opened, as if worried that Fang Yuan would hear it, the sound of opening the door was extremely low, but in such a quiet night, it was still very obvious.

Fang Yuan didn't move, just waited quietly.

Immediately afterwards, many doors opened quietly, and there were crackling sounds from all around.

"Is it finally possible to have a full meal?"

There was a little hairball, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, he let out a cry quietly, but his mouth was quickly covered.

"Easy!"

Someone asked.

Then there was the sound of ghostly Chongchong's footsteps, very cautious.

In this small and quiet village, a strong evil spirit began to float in all directions...

Fang Yuan sighed, a wisp of green energy floated around his body, turning into a faintly visible sword light.

He looked towards the door of his room, waiting for the moment when those people broke in!

...

...

For a long time, the wooden door remained silent.

And around Fang Yuan's room, those crackling sounds gradually disappeared.

Around the village, there is a stronger evil spirit rising.

Fang Yuan frowned slightly, feeling a little weird, so he gently opened his eyes and looked out.

With his cultivation level, opening his eyes with one eye, he can see every bit of the whole village in his eyes without missing a single bit, and then he saw that in the middle of the village, near the millstone, including the old man and a group of little fur balls, they were all surrounded by a group, with a demonic aura emerging from their bodies, and they all stretched their necks, facing the direction of the bright moon, and breathing slowly...

At this time, their expressions all looked a little hideous, even greedy.

Their eyes were blood-colored, and veins that looked like earthworms appeared on their bodies. Most of the people had turned into half-beasts, and their surroundings were full of evil spirits, showing a strange blood color, including the little hairball, facing the moon in the night. The scene was weird.

But this scene gave Fang Yuan more feeling, but it was stunned.

His face changed slightly, and after a long time, he sighed softly.

That ray of sword light was quietly put away.

"Did I think wrong?"

These monsters go out in the middle of the night, not to sharpen their swords, but to swallow the moonlight when the night is darkest.

Tonight is the full fifteenth month, when the energy of the moon is at its strongest. Before he came to the demon domain, he had read records in the books that monsters could absorb the energy of the moon for cultivation. For such a remote village, there were no spirit stones, and there was not much spiritual energy. The god mine spirits used by those big monsters were not something that people in this small village could afford, so they were always hungry.

Just waiting for the full moon, take a few more mouthfuls of moonlight, and let yourself have a "full meal".

And they are so cautious, are they afraid of affecting their rest?

This feeling of astonishment made Fang Yuan feel slightly complicated.

There was a slight sense of loss, but also a trace of indescribable relief, but in the end it was just a sigh.