The martial arts world is Xu Xi's third simulation. The people here. The mortals here. They live the most miserable lives among the three simulation worlds. In the world of immortal cultivation, mortals and immortals are separated from each other and ruled by normal mortal dynasties. Only occasionally, immortals will come to pick up children with spiritual roots. And from time to time, there are kind-hearted immortals who are merciful and save people and protect the people. In the magic world, steam and magic run through the entire civilization. Mages have their own uses, and mortals have their own needs. The two are like tightly meshed gears, moving forward together. The situation in the martial arts world is very bad. Ordinary people here don't even have the right to decide their own life and death. Xu Xi has asked the townspeople of Qingniu Town, or went to other towns to talk to other people and learn about their past.
It's very unexpected. Most people have lived in the Thirteen States of Daqian. Just because of their humble status or because they offended dignitaries, they were exiled to the border of Shiwan Mountains. The young generation like Zhang Tieniu, who was born in the border, has no idea about the life inside Daqian. Shiwan Mountains are dangerous, and the demons are bloodthirsty and brutal. The endless tide of demons will ruthlessly destroy everyone on the border until they are eaten up, and a new batch of "criminals" will be transported to Daqian. A new round of endless reincarnation begins. "Brother Xu, what do people in the city eat? Is it demon meat?" "Aniu, why do you suddenly ask this?" "Hehehe, my mother said that there are many delicious foods in the city, and white rice is more fragrant than what we eat." "... Compared with what we eat, it is indeed much better, and the rice is also fine." "Wow~~~ It's great, I also want to eat sweet white rice." The sky is gloomy and the wind is cold. The trees swayed in the wind, and the ground was frozen hard. In such an environment, even a strong man would shiver with cold. The simple and honest Ah Niu wrapped his slightly tattered robe tightly. His tone was full of longing. When he heard Xu Xi's description of white rice, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He had never eaten it, but his brain automatically imagined the most wonderful taste, making his tongue salivate. "Brother Xu." The tanned man asked again.
"Are the old men in the city really the Wenquxing and Wuquxing from the sky?" "My mother said that the old men were born to enjoy life. They eat ten pancakes for a meal and change five robes a day. They are different from us mud-legged people." Ah Niu rubbed his hands and exhaled a breath of hot air. The back of his hands was slightly purple. Those are some side effects of long-term consumption of demon meat, which are harmless but extremely ugly. Warriors can dissolve them with qi and blood, but mortals can only leave marks for life. "No, Aniu, they are not." After a moment of silence, Xu Xi stretched out his palm and patted the shoulders of the honest man in front of him to help him shake off the snowflakes. "There is no difference between people in the Thirteen States of Daqian, people in the Imperial Capital, and people living in Qingniu Town." "They will be hungry, thirsty, bleed and die." "They are not nobler than you, and you are not inferior to them." Is this so... The man seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand. A blank look flashed across his face, and he could not understand Xu Xi's words very well. He understood it with his own logic. The masters can eat white rice. Brother Xu said that we are the same as the masters. That is... "I can eat white rice in the future!" Ah Niu laughed for a long time, and only after a while did he wake up and hand Xu Xi a basket. "Brother Xu, these are the vegetable balls my mother made for you, they are hot!" The bamboo basket is sturdy and durable, with clear texture. A piece of rag is covered on the surface, gently blocking the snowflakes from the outside to prevent them from falling on the dark green vegetable balls. Xu Xi did not refuse and took the basket: "Aniu, I accept the things, go back and thank Aunt Zhang for me." "Okay!" Aniu scratched his head and turned away with inexplicable excitement, while Xu Xi stood there, watching the figure gradually disappear in the wind and snow in the distance. He reached into the basket with his right hand, grabbed a vegetable ball and took a bite. It tasted very bitter and astringent. It was neither crisp nor delicious.
Xu Xi, who had lived in Qingniu Town for seven years, certainly knew why, because the raw material of the vegetable dumplings was wind grass, a plant with a rough and sour taste. Very poor, very disgusting, and very unpalatable. But this was the best that the people of Qingniu Town could eat on a daily basis. They could only express their gratitude to Xu Xi in this way, thanking Xu Xi for always giving them the demon meat, which made themWe survived. "What a fucked up world..." Xu Xi looked up at the cold sky, and then slowly closed his eyes. The weather was cold, but his chest was hot. It was not just the surge of blood, but also an indescribable emotion, whether it was sympathy or anger. … [Time always passes quickly] [In a blink of an eye, Wu Yingxue has been gone for a long time, and the cold winter has once again descended on Qingniu Town] [The demon tide arrived as expected. As you expected, this year's demon tide is more turbulent and more terrifying than in previous years] [Demons that are comparable to changing marrow and blood frequently appear, causing heavy casualties to Qingniu Town] [Qingniu Town still exists] [But in the seemingly endless demon tide, some familiar faces have passed away forever, and some have once said that they would find you There are old women and children who have received your martial arts instruction] [The demons kill regardless of gender, age or status, and anyone will be attacked by them] [Death is inevitable] [Casualties are normal] [You have initially resisted the first wave of demons in winter. The survivors, like in previous years, expressed their gratitude to you in a sparse voice, thanking you for protecting them] [Half of the people in the town are grateful] In the first year when I came to Qingniu Town, after knowing the existence of the Thirteen States of Daqian. Xu Xi had made a plan, which was to enter the interior of Daqian and experience a more exciting world like in traditional fantasy and martial arts novels. Later, Xu Xi gave up. First, there was a large army stationed at the gate leading to the abdomen of Daqian, and it was difficult for Xu Xi, who was an illegal resident, to pass through. Second, Xu Xi found that the life and death battles in the Ten Thousand Mountains brought no less improvement to the Qi and Blood Martial Arts than the so-called resources inside Daqian. Since then, Xu Xi settled down in Qingniu Town and kept sharpening himself. But. Xu Xi never knew what he should do.
In the first simulation, his sister's disaster came suddenly, and he had almost no free time, and he kept looking for ways to save his sister. In the second simulation, Xu Xi had the wisdom of a mortal, and he spent his whole life to understand the mysteries of magic and let the witch appreciate the beauty of the world. So, what about this life? Should he keep practicing hard, rely on persistence, and cultivate to the full level of the Ten-mile Sword God. Or, like in the hot-blooded online novels, become the protagonist of the battle flow who is arbitrary and eternal. Now in the heavy snow. In Qingniu Town where everything is withering. Facing the poor people who thanked him, Xu Xi couldn't help but recall that he had seen from a distance a few years ago that the Daqian army was full of murderous intent but was only willing to guard the pass. At this point, Xu Xi finally understood what he wanted to do in this simulation. He wants to kill. Kill demons, kill monsters, and even kill "people".
