The saint starts out by traveling around the world with a group of elves.

Chapter 494: The old man from Mutuo Village meets a peddler on the road

Passing by another small mountain village, the swordsman looked at the sky. It was almost dusk. After a whole day's journey, the swordsman planned to rest here for a night.

There are a total of three families living in this small mountain village, and they are all living people. Of course, that's what they say, but in fact they are just a few old men and women who can't walk and don't want to wander around anymore.

Maybe it's good luck, or maybe it's meaningless, anyway, there are no monsters visiting here for the time being.

When they saw the swordsman entering the village, two old men who were talking and laughing and working in the fields couldn't help but show expressions of surprise on their faces.

After a brief exchange, the two old men picked a basket of fresh vegetables and took the swordsman home.

There were three households with a total of four people. Two old men lived alone, and there was an elderly couple. All the houses in the village were vacant, so the four old men and women, who were over 300 years old in total, simply moved in together and became neighbors.

"Young man, you come from outside, have you ever seen a man-eating monster?"

An old man who spoke with a lisp asked the question. His last name was Song and everyone called him Old Song. Old Song lived alone and usually did not go to the fields to work. The reason was simple: he was too old.

"Of course I have seen it. It's a monster. It's very scary."

The swordsman chose to tell the truth, but Old Song was too old and his hearing was not very good, so the swordsman had to patiently repeat it loudly twice.

"Old Song, why are you asking this? You are an old man, and even demons wouldn't want to eat you!"

Old Lady Fang, the only woman in the small mountain village, complained loudly. Old Song heard it very clearly this time. He stood up immediately and started cursing at her, pointing at her.

Unfortunately, with a mouth full of leaky teeth, she really lacks fighting power. At least Old Mrs. Fang, who was washing and picking vegetables, didn't feel anything.

"Young man, judging from the way you are dressed, are you planning to go to Qingzhou City to escape the disaster?"

An old man who had just been hoeing the ground asked casually, "This place is still hundreds of miles away from Qingzhou City. It seems very far, but if you want to avoid disaster, then it seems that Qingzhou City is the only place to go."

"I'm going to Qingzhou City. Is there anything I can do, old man?"

The swordsman had seen countless people, so he naturally noticed the subtle expression on the old man's face. He knew he had something to ask for.

"It's like this. My son, daughter-in-law and their family have also gone to Qingzhou City to avoid disaster. Young man, can you help me take a letter over there?"

The old man's tone contained a hint of pleading, so Old Song stopped scolding him. He turned his head to look at the old man, then sighed deeply.

Why bother? Even if the letter is really delivered, it can't make the person who left come back. It will only increase their obsession.

"Okay, I'll leave tomorrow morning. Just give me the letter when I get there. I'll ask someone to find out when I get to Qingzhou City."

The swordsman agreed immediately, but did not guarantee to deliver the letter because such a guarantee was unrealistic.

"time to eat."

A shout interrupted the old man's thanks. The table was set up in the yard. The sun had not set yet, so it would not be a problem to have a meal there.

The staple food was steamed bread made of mixed grains. There were a few dishes, but they were all vegetables, with no meat at all. The villagers who went out to avoid the disaster took away almost everything they could. Some people wanted to secretly leave some eggs or something, but these old men and women didn't want them.

Since you have chosen to stay, it doesn't matter whether you live or die.

The swordsman expressed his gratitude and began to eat. He ate very slowly, almost as slowly as the old man and woman who had few teeth left. After he finished eating, Old Lady Fang arranged a room for the swordsman.

There were no oil lamps, and the old men and women didn't dare to light them. The faint flames would not only attract wild beasts in the mountains and forests, but might even attract demons.

This time, the swordsman did not sleep in front of the door, but lay on the bed for the first time in a long time. The village was very quiet, even a little silent, but the swordsman was used to it. He relaxed his mind and soon fell into a light sleep.

The next morning, the swordsman prepared to leave, but before leaving, he went to the mountains and hunted some game, including a very large wild boar.

This scared Old Lady Fang, Old Song and the others. The wild boar was really big. They didn't dare to provoke it. Even if all the villagers were there, they probably wouldn't dare to provoke it!

"Let's smoke it into bacon."

The swordsman made a suggestion. In response to the four old men's thanks, he just smiled lightly. He cut up the game neatly and after a hearty breakfast, the swordsman said goodbye.

"Young man, my son's name is Song Ming, Song Ming from Mutuo Village. I'm leaving this letter to you!"

The old man handed a letter to the swordsman with great care. Writing the letter took a lot of effort for the four illiterate old men. The swordsman could have helped write it, but he didn't.

"Yeah, I'll try my best."

The swordsman put the letter away, then said goodbye and left. He did not invite the four old men to go with him, even though if they stayed, it would mean leaving their lives to luck.

But this is their choice, and the swordsman will only respect it.

Before he knew it, the swordsman had been walking for most of the day. This place was not too far from Qingzhou City, and there were more villages nearby. The advantage was that the swordsman could walk on the repaired road instead of walking through the mountains and forests, which greatly increased his speed.

"I'm selling things! Is there anyone who wants to buy anything?"

As he walked, the swordsman stopped because a peddler was walking towards him.

The peddler was a hunchbacked man, carrying a yellowed shoulder pole and two bamboo cargo boxes, which swayed up and down with his footsteps, creating a unique rhythm.

It can be seen that the goods in the peddler's box are probably very full and heavy.

But how could there be a peddler in such a deserted place with dead bones on the road?

The swordsman thought about it and chose to give way. Before he understood the rules clearly, he should do less and make fewer mistakes.

But soon, the swordsman changed his mind and touched the hot object in his arms. After a moment of silence, the swordsman stopped the peddler.

"Hey! Sir, you want to buy something? I have everything you need!"

"It's just the price~! Hehe~!"

The hunchbacked peddler chuckled, and his undisguised malice was overwhelming. The swordsman found that his body could not move, and the transaction had already begun.

"Money, power, beauty, happiness, sir, what do you want?"

The peddler's words seemed to have some kind of bewitching power, which made the swordsman begin to stir. The swordsman knew that as time passed, he would definitely get lost in this bewitching power.

"No, I just want the pole on your back."

The deal was done, and the malicious smile on the peddler's face froze. The swordsman wanted to sell the peddler's shoulder pole, so the peddler had to put down the two bamboo boxes he was carrying. Only then could he give the shoulder pole to the swordsman and the deal be done.

However, before the transaction is concluded, the peddler must not put the bamboo box on the ground.

The swordsman said nothing. He just looked at the peddler whose face gradually turned pale and waited quietly.