Historical Forum - Xuanzheng Decryption
  • [Two days later, Jiang Cheng led thirty students to the mass grave.
  • Sure enough, as other families said, before the pushed down curse wall at the foot of the mountain, it was surrounded by countless murderous corpses, and it was difficult to fly. These murderous corpses wandered at the foot of the mountain, and Jiang Cheng stepped forward, they were indifferent, but if the disciples behind Jiang Cheng got close, they would growl in a low voice of warning.
  • It seems that Wei Wuxian has already given an order. Most of him has been waiting on the mountain for a long time at this moment.
  • Jiang Cheng ordered the disciples to wait at the foot of the mountain, go to work alone, walk through the dark woods, and walk a long way before the voice came from the front.]
  • "You're ready, right?" Jiang Cheng asked with a trembling voice.
  • "Hmm." Wei Wuxian nodded.
  • [Wei Wuxian shook his legs and said, "Plant potatoes."
  • The woman said firmly: "Plant radishes. Radishes are good to grow, and they are not easy to die. Potatoes are difficult to serve."
  • Wei Wuxian said: "Radish is unpalatable."
  • Jiang Cheng snorted, and Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing turned back to see him, not surprised. Wei Wuxian stood up from the stump, walked over, without saying a word, walked up the mountain, Jiang Cheng didn't ask, and followed him.
  • Another group of men were busy working in front of a few shelves made of wood. They should all be cultivators from the Wen family, but after taking off their Yanyang flame robes and putting on their coarse cloth clothes, they held a hammer and saw in their hands, carried wood straw on their shoulders, climbed up and down, busy in and out, and were no different from ordinary farmers and hunters. When they saw Jiang Cheng, they could tell from his clothes and saber that this was a great sect master, as if they had lingering fears, they all stopped what they were doing, and looked over hesitantly, not daring to come out of the atmosphere.
  • Wei Wuxian waved his hand and said, "Continue."
  • As soon as he opened his mouth, the group continued with peace of mind. Jiang Cheng said, "What are you doing?"
  • Wei Wuxian said, "Can't see it? Build a house."
  • Jiang Cheng said: "Building a house? What were those who were digging the soil when they came up just now? Don't tell me you really plan to farm."]
  • "Can you eat the food grown in the mass grave?" Nie Huaisang asked as he looked at the barren place above.
  • After a while, no one answered him. They all knew in their hearts that no matter whether they could eat it or not, Wei Wuxian and the others would survive here.
  • Moreover, they didn't want to imagine what Wei Wuxian ate during the three months he fell from the mass grave, nor did they dare to imagine.
  • "How can you grow radishes? Radishes are so unpalatable." Wei Wuxian frowned and said.
  • "The geographical environment that radishes need to survive is a little rougher, and it is easier to feed them, while potatoes are difficult to feed, and growing potatoes in mass graves is very likely to fail." Wen Qing knew that Wei Wuxian didn't want them to discuss such a heavy topic, and agreed with him.
  • "Then you can try to grow some potatoes. How can you eat all kinds of radishes?" Wei Wuxian said that he didn't understand very well.
  • "The land in the mass grave is so easy to develop?" Warmly rolled her eyes at Wei Wuxian.
  • [Jiang Cheng said: "Are you not going back to Lianhua Dock?"
  • Wei Wuxian said: "Yiling Yunmeng is so close, when you want to go back, you can go back secretly."
  • Jiang Chengchi said: "What you think is beautiful."]
  • "Wei Wuxian, I..." Jiang Cheng stuttered.
  • "I know, it's not that you don't want me to have Yunmeng, but Jiang Cheng, at that time, did you say that we had other options?" Wei Wuxian stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes and said.
  • If he wants to repay his kindness, he will definitely not be able to return to the Yunmeng Jiang family. If he wants to return to the Yunmeng Jiang family, he will definitely end up with the crime of not reporting his kindness.
  • No solution anyway.
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