Chapter 306: All Endorsers, Wang Erdan's Troubles

Remember [New] in one second! The vastness of the Far North Outer Region gradually moved away under the small wheels, and finally became the slightly undulating scenery of the Northern Desert.

There are many more people here than in the Far North Outer Region, but away from the official roads, most places are still sparsely populated.

Daxin has been established for fifty years and has been restoring population and production.

But the population loss in the third war of the change of heaven was not replenished so quickly.

The reasons are very complicated. For example, life is too good, and both men and women can learn to read and practice martial arts from an early age.

Once a woman enters the second round, the probability of fertility will drop significantly, but the talent of the children born will be significantly better.

Therefore, more and more people choose "eugenics and good upbringing".

After all, simply having many children and growing too slowly in strength may not necessarily keep the incense.

In the third war of the change of heaven, only a few people died directly in the battle. Most of them were unable to escape after the city was broken and were surrounded and killed by monsters in the city.

Once the number of monsters and ghosts squeezes out a large amount of escape space, 10,000 second-round masters may be able to escape with hundreds of people, but a million first-round warriors may not be able to survive with hundreds of people.

Moreover, it will be decades before the child becomes strong. At that time, it is better to make yourself stronger first.

If you die, you will not even have children again. It is purely a waste of worry.

The number of newborns is not as large as in the past, which has also caused the resources for martial arts training to be relatively concentrated, and more talented new generations have begun to emerge quickly.

They don’t have to be illiterate from childhood like their parents and ancestors, and have to save money to avoid starvation.

The new generation is very few who starve. Although compulsory education is painful, it has laid a solid foundation for them to practice martial arts.

The relatively stable environment within Daxin has given them a good growth atmosphere.

It is always happier to worry about asking parents than to worry about being eaten by monsters and ghosts.

The decrease in the number of newborns and the increase in the proportion of talented people have made the new generation of Daxin more ambitious.

Many people, after becoming adults, are unwilling to stay in the overly peaceful territory of Daxin, and choose to go to the four wonderlands to seek opportunities to quickly improve their strength.

As long as you are lucky, it is not difficult to enter the second round in your twenties.

If you are lucky, it is not uncommon to be promoted to the third round of Wuzong in your thirties or forties.

If you are lucky,

you can become a Wuzun in your forties or fifties, and aim at Wusheng, which is even better - well, it is also beautiful to think about it.

The difficulty of these three is very different. The probability of the former is at least 30 to 40, and the probability of quickly becoming a Wuzong is only one in ten thousand.

There are only a few cases of being promoted to Wuzun before the age of sixty in Daxin every year.

The later you practice martial arts, the more accumulation you need, and the longer it will take.

Spend a few more decades, and the number of people who enter Wuzong will at least increase by a hundred times.

And the number of Wuzun promoted in Daxin every year is hundreds, and most of them are people born 530 years ago in Dawu.

The older generation is still working so hard, and the new generation is eager to become the next wave.

Putting the two together, the overall trend of Daxin is completely different from Dawu's defensive retreat, and it is more inclined to expand its territory towards the demon world.

With a large number of people moving out, the population in Daxin seems a little small, especially in the north.

Su Yulou did try to relocate people from the North Desert, allowing the people who had migrated from the North Desert to come back.

But this plan encountered strong "blocking" from the two Southeast countries.

If the population loss in the north is extremely serious, then the two Southeast countries are also quite serious. There are more land than people, so who is willing to let people go.

Today's population is power. Once it is reduced, life will not be so easy.

For example, if the population of a super first-tier city in the previous life is reduced by half, the market will immediately become extremely depressed.

In the past, there was only one town within a hundred miles in the extreme northern outer region, and only one city within a thousand miles.

It's better here in the North Desert. You can see a town in thirty or fifty miles, but the city is also rare.

This makes Xiong Xiaoxiao's journey boring, so he can only speed up slightly to go south.

A few days later, she left the North Desert and entered the northern part of the former Zhongting.

When she arrived here, the prosperity of the world gradually returned.

On the cycling road, you can see farmers working in the fields from time to time, and children playing near the village after school.

Xiong Xiaoxiao took a detour and headed straight to the Hukou Waterfall in Tianhe.

From a distance, you can hear the rumbling sound of water, and when you get closer, you can see a large piece of white silk falling from the Hukou, smashing the river below.

Such a magnificent scenery, but there are not many people around.

Xiong Xiaoxiao pushed the cart on the high cliff by the river, and only saw a few people.

Some, like her, walked quietly by the river and enjoyed the beautiful scenery alone.

Some fell down and sighed, "Fuck, this waterfall is so fucking big", and then flew away.

Obviously, literacy has nothing to do with cultural people, and compulsory education cannot save rough people.

Of course, Xiong Xiaoxiao has no right to despise others, because the first sentence in her mind is almost the same.

Finally, she chose a line she had heard from her brother-in-law: "The water of the Tianhe River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns", which preserved a little style for herself.

Walking down a distance, she saw fish jumping in the river, trying to swim upstream and return to their hometown.

Her eyes lit up: "Ah, is this the legendary Tianhe carp?"

Raising her hand and grabbing it, Blood Qi caught a large golden-red carp from the river, two feet long and thicker than a human arm.

Xiong Xiaoxiao weighed the big, lively guy for a few times and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, one is barely enough to eat."

Put up the bicycle, and the blood and qi pressed a dirt pit on the ground.

Find some dry firewood and throw it in, take out the tinderbox you carry with you, and with the sound of the flint, a few sparks ignite the fire core.

Ignite a handful of dry grass and stuff it into the gap left at the bottom of the firewood, watching the small flames rise from the small branches below.

She then put the cap of the tinderbox back on and tightened it to seal it.

There was a ready-made folding wire mesh in the bag on the rear rack of the car, which was used to put on the pit.

The blood and qi here condensed into a thin blade, quickly opening the belly of the golden red carp, tearing off the inner membrane, and then removing the gills and scales.

All the garbage was wrapped in blood and qi, and thrown back into the Tianhe River next to it, allowing them to return to the natural cycle.

Finally, the blood and qi were converted into needles, and evenly acupuncture was given to this fat, white and fat carp.

At this time, the firewood in the earth pit has been lit. The open flame is extinguished, leaving only the charcoal red, and the grilled fish makes a slight sizzling sound.

Then take out the secret seasoning oil of the brother-in-law brand, turn it back and forth, brush it several times, and a simple grilled fish is ready.

What, this is not Xiaoman at all? Haha, because it is Xiong Xiaoxiao who grills the fish.

Although Xiong Xiaoxiao also loves to eat and is greedy, she cannot be considered a gourmet, let alone a master chef.

Her usual evaluation of food is just "delicious, very delicious, unpalatable, very unpalatable". She doesn't care about or have any interest in more specific things.

It can only be said that her ambition is not above food.

On the contrary, she has never tired of practicing martial arts and playing tricks on people since she was a child.

Xiaoman can give up tossing for delicious food, and even be teased by Gu Ke and Bai Suqing.

Xiong Xiaoxiao can also suffer "hardships" for practicing martial arts and playing tricks on people.

The interests and hobbies of the two sisters are not in the same dimension.

So the grilled fish that Xiaoman said was "burnt skin, old meat, uneven flavor, tasteless, and worth throwing away" was fragrant in Xiong Xiaoxiao's mouth, with tender meat and crispy skin.

Well, Xiong Xiaoxiao's standard was based on the comparison of monster meat, and monster meat has always been known for its "chewiness".

While feasting, a small boat came upstream from far downstream.

There was only one person on it, rowing leisurely, and the boat moved forward easily in the turbulent Tianhe like a fish.

A vigorous and powerful song came with the wind: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all heroes..."

Xiong Xiaoxiao cast a glance and confirmed that it was just a "small" martial master, so he didn't care much: it was just a "reproacher" like himself, singing a few lines of poetry from the fairy mountain!

The boat moved forward leisurely, and gradually got closer, and he could see the other person's appearance, but he was a slender, bronze-skinned middle-aged man.

This man also found Xiong Xiaoxiao, and Xiaozhou couldn't help but pause.

Then he sniffed and suddenly bowed: "Excuse me, girl, are you from Bihai City?"

Xiong Xiaoxiao was startled and put down the half-finished grilled fish in her hand: "Why do you think I am from Bihai City?"

The man smiled: "I am Wang Jian, from Lanwan City. I have many close friends in Bihai City, and they often take me to Yuxianju. The taste of the grilled fish there is 70% similar to this girl's."

"Your guess makes sense..." Xiong Xiaoxiao shook her head: "...Unfortunately it's not right."

Wang Jian, the lord of Lanwan City, whose original name is Wang Erdan, froze when he heard this: How can this girl talk so well? If she is so good at talking, don't talk.

Who knew that Xiong Xiaoxiao changed the subject and circled back: "But I have indeed been to Yuxianju several times and tasted Sister Song's craftsmanship."

Wang Erdan:...So which side are you from?

Xiong Xiaoxiao habitually struggled for a while, then bowed and saluted: "I'm from Xiongjia City, my last name is Xiong."

Wang Erdan was startled, and looked at her appearance again: "But that Xiong family?"

Xiong Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows: "It's the Xiong family you thought of."

Wang Erdan suddenly realized, and his expression immediately relaxed a lot: "No wonder Miss Xiong can taste the cooking skills of the Blue Sea Cooking God, it turns out that she is from Xianshan."

Xiong Xiaoxiao acquiesced to this statement. If she hadn't heard that he was from Lanwan City, she would have been too lazy to pay attention.

But that's all.

Reporting each other's origins and forces is just to avoid accidents.

There is no shortage of bad people anywhere, and most of the bad people in Daxin are good at martial arts, which is more dangerous.

The previous words of the two were both reports and tests, and they also used Song Wuniang to verify each other.

When Xiong Xiaoxiao admitted that she was "that Xiong family", Wang Erdan was basically relieved.

There are many bad guys in Daxin, but those who know "that Xiong family" must be well-informed, and should be aware of the consequences of pretending to be from "that Xiong family".

Relatives of the Great Fairy Xiong are not free to pretend.

Once exposed, all the warriors in Daxin will not mind arresting people and sending them to Xiongjia City to sell favors.

Seeing that Xiong Xiaoxiao had no intention of continuing the conversation, Wang Erdan also said goodbye tactfully: "I still have to go to Dahukou for a tour, so I won't disturb Miss Xiong's peace, please."

He bowed and rowed again, and the boat that had stopped in the river moved forward leisurely again.

The boat turned around the river bend in front and disappeared, and only Wang Erdan's voice sounded: "The water of the Tianhe River comes from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

Xiong Xiaoxiao couldn't help curling her lips again: It's another poem about the fairy mountain, can't you change a few new words?

On the other side, Wang Erdan quickly forgot about Xiong Xiaoxiao who he met by chance.

After decades of traveling around the country, we have long been accustomed to meeting each other by chance and parting with a smile, let alone the friendship that only lasts a few words.

He came to Tianhe on a whim.

The old man of the Wang family had poor talent and ultimately failed to be promoted to Wuzong. He died a few years ago.

But at least he lived to be over a hundred years old. Before his death, he had many children and grandchildren, and his family was prosperous.

If it were a historical story, it would almost be commented that he was posthumously honored as a certain ancestor. The old man of the Wang family died without regrets.

In accordance with the old man's last wish to return to his roots, Wang Erdan and his men sent the old man's coffin back to the ancestral tomb in Zhoushan Village for burial.

The old woman of the Wang family fell seriously ill and almost died with him.

Or maybe the fairy mountain was spiritual and gave the elixir to save the old lady.

After her husband passed away, the old woman of the Wang family was even more pious to the fairy mountain. One day, she was suddenly promoted to the third round of Wuzong.

Wang Erdan was surprised, happy, and a little sour: thinking back to the beginning, he fought desperately and went through decades of wind and rain before he was promoted to Wuzong.

When it came to my mother, she suddenly had an idea, and the promotion began. Then the immortal mountain blessed her and helped her succeed.

If he had not enjoyed the "family benefits" for decades, Wang Erdan would really think that my mother had picked up a martial master for nothing.

Even so, fifty years after the establishment of Daxin, the life span of Wang's mother was almost over.

Recently, she kept saying that she missed her husband and insisted on returning to Zhoushan Village to live.

Born here, raised here, and finally ended here, this is the mentality of many elderly people.

Wang Erdan sighed in his heart, put down all the chores, and accompanied my mother back to live in seclusion.

On the other hand, he himself felt helpless.

After being promoted to martial master many years ago, Wang Erdan's strength has steadily improved, from the beginning to the old brand, and then to the peak, and now there is no more progress.

But the step into the martial saint is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. It is clearly in front of you, but it breaks when you move, like an illusion.

Through the introduction of the brothers of the Meng family, who were close friends in Bihai City, Wang Erdan was fortunate enough to find a martial saint in Bihai City to ask for advice.

The old martial saint, who looked over 60 years old, was also lonely after hearing this, and told him the key point - insufficient talent.

They were old people who had reached adulthood during the Great Martial Years, and were lucky to catch up with the three changes in the sky. The difficulty of promotion was greatly reduced, which was equivalent to taking a ride.

Compared with the new generation after the three changes in the sky, they were naturally lower and had insufficient foundation.

Even if they picked up a lot of advantages in the stage of Wuzong Wuzun and easily stepped into the pass of Wuzong, they would still "return" when they were promoted to Wuzun Wusheng.

The reclusive martial saint in Bihai City was lucky, and he passed that line and was promoted to Martial Saint.

Although there was no hope for the future, he also earned two or three hundred years of life, which was not a loss.

However, many old people of the same period as this martial saint were not so lucky, and they were stuck at the promotion to Wuzun, and they could not make any progress until they died of old age.

After hearing this, Wang Erdan felt a chill in his heart: After fighting all his life, could he only be trapped in the Martial Master realm for a hundred years and slowly die of old age?

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