Deng Duxiu carried a burden, carried a dozen taels of silver from the night robbery, wrapped a silver snake sword around his waist, and went down the mountain.

Descended Xiaocang Mountain, along the Han River, all the way to the west, through Chengguan Town, near noon, he saw the city gate building of Hanyang County.

Suddenly, a wisp of dust rose from under Deng Duxiu's feet, and he still walked slowly, but the dust fell in place and was captured by him with spiritual power.

This is a micro-end technique, called the dust technique, which is used to prevent tracking.

The small technique he gained in his previous life is just right for his current subtle Taoism.

Ever since he had beaten Mt. Kokura, he had always felt that someone had fallen behind, and since he had followed him to Hanyang County, he felt the need to confirm it.

It didn't take much effort for Deng Duxiu to confirm his guess.

"It's a ghost!"

Deng Duxiu guessed that this must be Hong Cheng's head and tail, because the two poisonous snakes behind him followed him all the way from Xiaocang Mountain.

He didn't want to bring the trouble home and implicate his mother.

But at this time, if he didn't go home, he would have nowhere to go, so he fled rashly, saying that he would force Hong Chengli to kill him.

He could only stride towards the city gate.

As the sun covered the pale white alleyway, he saw the yellow low pear wood gate of his house, and a few irises in front of it were swaying in the evening breeze of the setting sun.

With a creak, he pushed the door open.

A beautiful woman with a graceful temperament was sitting on a shabby wicker chair, sewing a new sheepskin robe, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her body, a piece of time quiet.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the beautiful woman raised her head, rubbed the ground and stood up, the joy in her eyes exploded into the sun, the bamboo dustpan on her lap overturned, and the needles and threads were scattered on the ground.

Deng Duxiu stepped forward quickly, hugged the beautiful woman tightly, and burst into tears, "Mother, I'm back." ”

This beautiful woman is his mother Liu.

After careful calculation, he hasn't called "mother" for too long.

Before going to Baiyun Temple, he was too lazy to call, thinking that his mother was the most annoying.

After the end of the world, he wanted to scream again, but he had no chance.

"Xiu'er, you, what's wrong with you, but what's uncomfortable?"

Liu knew that Deng Duxiu had a tough personality and precious tears, and when he saw him crying at this moment, he was very distressed, and kept caressing his back.

Deng Duxiu wiped a handful of tears, "Mother, I'm fine, I just haven't seen my mother for a long time, and I miss my mother a little." ”

"You kid, how old are you, and you're still crying. Didn't eat, Cuihe, Cuihe, the young master is back, come to the kitchen and give me a hand......"

Liu was overjoyed, and there was nothing that made her happier than her son coming back.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl rushed out of the west wing, who was the only maid of the Deng family, Cuihe.

The Deng family is not rich in resources, barely enough to live, and they would not have added maidservants.

Cuihe was sold to this Hanyang County by people's teeth, with a high fever, and most of the people's teeth were unable to be saved, so they were thrown at the gate of the Deng family's street, and were rescued by the Liu family, and have been kept at home since then.

When she is older, Cuihe will be able to help the family sew and mend, wash and wash.

When Deng Duxiu was studying, Cuihe and Liu depended on each other.

"Hello young master. ”

Cuihe gave Deng Duxiu a blessing, and his eyes were a little afraid.

On weekdays, Deng Duxiu's mind is full of cultivating and becoming an immortal, becoming famous all over the world, not close to the Liu family, and even more so about Cuihe.

"Cuihe is good. ”

Deng Duxiu smiled back, reincarnated as a human being, everything in this courtyard made him extremely kind.

"Ahh

The green lotus flower lost its color, as if it had been licked by a toad, and her skirt swirled, and she hurriedly rushed into the kitchen.

In the evening, the young master of the toad forced the trembling Cui He to sit down at the table, accompanied his mother to eat, and talked for a while, until the second watch in the sky, Deng Duxiu returned to the room.

After a short time, Liu struggled to bring a foot basin full of hot water and put it down next to Deng Duxiu's bed.

She put her fingers into the basin first, frowned slightly, and raised her hand to look, her fingers were already full of thick calluses, and she couldn't test the temperature of the water.

Immediately, she rolled up her sleeves again, put the tender meat on her wrist into the basin, raised her face and smiled, "Take off your socks." ”

Deng Duxiu couldn't help but have red eyes, since he was a child, his mother has been washing his feet, and he never felt that there was anything wrong.

It wasn't until one day, when he never saw his mother again, and no one in the world regarded him as the supreme treasure, that he knew what he had lost.

Deng Duxiu suddenly got up and helped Liu to the bed, "Since childhood, my mother washed her son's feet, and today I changed my son to wash my mother's feet." ”

Liu suddenly burst into tears, clasped his hands together, and prayed again and again, but he was thanking the bishop of Baiyun Guanguan for his kindness.

Deng Duxiu was unwilling to defeat her mother's happiness, so she thanked Li Mufeng.

He washed Liu's feet with sincerity, sent Liu back to his room, waited for her to lie down, and then turned back to his room.

He sat down at his desk, his brow furrowed.

When he was with his mother, he didn't want her to show that he was worried, but he knew that the situation was quite dangerous.

If he is alone, he has the method to fight a bloody way.

But with his mother in between, he had to be cautious.

He had probed with the dust technique, followed his people until he reached his door, and now he might be peeping at that place.

"No matter what, improving strength is always the last word. ”

Deng Duxiu gritted his teeth secretly.

Now that the Tremor is dormant, it takes a process to restart.

The road of cultivating truth is temporarily impassable, and cultivating martial arts is the inevitable choice.

Again, in the initial stage of cultivation, the strength of martial cultivation was much stronger than that of a cultivator.

In his previous life, after he was freed from the prison, he also gave up cultivating the truth and turned to martial cultivation.

This is a last resort, in order to survive, he can only choose the path of rapid expansion of strength.

As for why you can't be a fellow practitioner of immortal martial arts.

Just because there is an iron law in the world: immortals and martial arts cannot be inhabited!

In the final analysis, cultivating immortals and cultivating martial arts are two different paths.

What I seek from cultivating immortals is that I use heaven and earth to help my body, lead the spirit of heaven and earth into my body, refine my spirit, and strengthen my divine consciousness, so as to seek the growth of my soul.

What Xiuwu seeks is to "be able to achieve the soul with sincerity", that is, to promote the growth of the soul with the strength of the body.

Judging from the results, cultivating immortals and cultivating martial arts has the same path, and what they ultimately seek is the growth of the soul, transcendence of life, the tribulation is not bad, and the life is free.

Looking at the same as what you want, you can walk faster on two legs.

But the bad thing is that the spirit of heaven and earth taken by cultivating immortals belongs to the extreme yin, and the qi and blood strengthened by cultivating martial arts belong to the scorching yang.

The extreme yin and the scorching sun cancel each other out, just as ice and charcoal cannot be in the same furnace.

Cultivating both, it is destined to stand still, and the more you cultivate, the more chaotic it becomes, and it will be in vain.