Du Heng staggered out of bed and rushed out of the door, looking around.

I saw that this thatched hut was located in a valley, where birds and flowers were singing and the spring water was murmuring. There are many cabbages and sweet potatoes planted in front of and behind the house, and there is a small chicken nest next to it, in which seven or eight little hens are clucking non-stop.

He looked up and saw what seemed to be a mist above his head, but it didn't get the sunlight in.

"Little brother has good eyesight, so soon he found out that there is a mystery on it!"

A lean little old man in a short shirt and sweatshirt came out of the cornfield, carrying a bamboo basket on his arm, which was full of tender and green corn cobs.

When Du Heng heard that these two mortals, who were not known to be hundreds of years younger than him, actually called him "little brother", he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

"What's on this, it's said that there is some kind of 'obstacle'," the little old man walked to Du Heng's side and pointed to the top of his head, "Even the eyes of the gods can deceive, and no one can find out!" ”

Du Heng looked at the little old man's triumphant appearance and asked, "Then how did you two discover this treasure land?" ”

The little old man waved his hand and said, "Hey, this kind of thing is all destined by fate." That year, I went up the mountain to chop wood, and before I was halfway up the mountain, I saw a white mass in the grass. When I got closer, I realized that it was a little fox. The little fox was pinned to the trap of the hunt, and I saved it. Who knew that this little fox was actually a fairy, and in order to repay me, he told me about this place, saying that this place is smooth all year round, and no one can disturb it, so he gave it to our two elders to live for a long time. ”

Du Heng looked at the mist-like shoji above his head, and realized that this was the Dao Enchantment.

Eighty percent of this valley is the place where the fox cultivates. The aura in the valley is vigorous, the essence of heaven and earth is gathered, and there are natural dangers to protect each other, it is really a good place for cultivation. I didn't expect it to be given to two mortals as vegetable gardens, which is really a pity.

However, if you can avoid the vision of other immortals, it is a good place to recuperate.

Suddenly, a burnt smell wafted out of the kitchen.

"Ouch! This old woman always cares about her head, why don't she throw the dishes in the pot and don't care......"

The little old man threw the basket on the ground and ran into the kitchen in a panic.

"How? It's a nice place, isn't it? Du Ruo came over with a chicken.

"Why are you still dragging this chicken? The neck of the chicken is about to be broken by you," Du Heng looked at the bald-necked chicken in Du Ruo's hand, "Aren't you defeathering the chicken?" Why is it half faded and then not faded? ”

Du Ruoyi shook the chicken in his hand and said, "Ouch, it's too difficult to be a mortal, you have to boil water to pluck chicken feathers......"

She looked left and right, and when she saw that the old couple were not there, she flipped her fingers twice and waved them at the chicken. The chicken trembled like a windswept cedar, and its feathers fell.

Before Du Heng could stop it, he heard two calls from the kitchen.

"God...... Immortals!! ”

Du Heng glanced at Du Ruo with disgust, and said, "Look at the good things you have done......

The little old man hugged the firewood in his arms, the ping-pong was scattered all over the ground, and a log rolled to Du Heng's feet.

Du Heng looked down at the log, hooked his foot, hooked the log to the instep of his foot, and pretended to say: "Since you all say that we are immortals, then we must have the appearance of immortals." ”

He waved his palm, and the dehaired rooster immediately floated into the air, and automatically turned into a pile of small pieces. The oil pot on the pot table has already consciously poured oil into the pot. The chicken nuggets are clattered into the pot, and the aroma of fried chicken is accompanied by the sound of sizzling oil in the small courtyard. The wild mushrooms in the small basket next to the pot ran to the basin to take a bath, and then ran to the cutting board and lay down obediently in a row, and jumped into the pot after being cut into rounds by the kitchen knife. As the last mushroom leaped forward, the lid stood up and slammed it on the pot.

Du Ruo said: "Ho, you still know how to cook?" ”

Du Heng smiled proudly and said, "Of course, I have studied art in Liubo Mountain for five years, but I have spent four years in cooking, do you think my craft is for nothing?" ”

Du Ruo took a sip and said, "If you don't do your job, are you embarrassed to say it?" ”

The old couple was stunned, and the egg in the old lady's hand slipped unconsciously. Du Ruo hurriedly held it in the void, and the egg that was about to smash to the ground suddenly floated up and flew into the egg basket in a circle.

Du Heng picked up the log on his feet and kicked it next to the pier, and the logs scattered on the ground also rolled over. He sacrificed Yaohua and flew into the pile of logs, and with a few flashes of light, the stacks of logs as high as a house were instantly split into a large pile of wooden strips of uniform thickness.

"This, this, this, this ......," the little old man said in a bad way.

Du Heng accepted Yaohua and just wanted to brag, but suddenly felt dizzy and hurriedly held on to the earthen wall. He gasped for breath, his face frighteningly pale.

Du Ruo grabbed Du Heng's arm and said, "What's wrong with you?" Why is your face white? Is the wound recurring? ”

She hurriedly touched Du Heng's left shoulder, and was surprised to find that the lack of flesh on the shoulder seemed to have grown back, even harder than before.

The old couple is still stunned.

Du Ruo hurriedly pushed Du Heng into the room and unbuttoned Du Heng's clothes to check. I saw that the shoulder, which was originally missing a large muscle, had indeed grown completely, but there were dense dark green reticulations all over it, as if the roots of aquatic plants were intertwined.

Du Ruo exclaimed: "This, what is this?" ”

Du Heng said weakly: "I don't know, but it seems to be sucking my mana." ”

"Father ...... before," Du Ruo stretched out his hand, tentatively touching the terrifying lines, "No wonder Father doesn't want anyone to serve him every time he bathes, it turns out that he is afraid that people will find this thing." ”

"No! The revenge of the extermination has not been avenged, Muyu's soul has no return, I can't lose my mana! I can't! ”

Du Heng waved his right arm hard, and Yaohua appeared in his hand again. He slashed Yaohua forward, but he felt that his wrist was sore, and Yaohua almost let go of his hand, and plunged into the ground with a "bang".

The little old man appeared at the door at some point, and was so frightened by this blow that he finally squeezed out six words after trembling for a long time.

"Immortals...... The chicken is stewed......"

Since then, Du Heng has practiced sword practice every day in order to recover as soon as possible. However, his health deteriorated, and in the end, he couldn't even hold the sword.

The two little old men and old ladies offered the Du family brothers and sisters as gods, and entertained them with delicious food and drink, for fear of losing the two. The old lady saw that Du Heng practiced hard every day, and wanted to help, but she couldn't get anything but food, so she replaced the pot of purple flowers on the windowsill with an incense burner to add incense every day. Later, it seemed that one incense burner was not enough, so he pinched a few clay pots and burned incense around the thatched hut where Du Heng lived.

Du Ruo felt very strange, so he asked the old lady, "Grandma, what are you doing here?" We're not dead yet, what kind of incense are we burning? ”

The old lady was inserting incense, and when she heard Du Ruo say this, she hurriedly raised the incense and bowed twice, and said: "Oh, hey, the goddess fairy doesn't dare to say such unfortunate words, the gods are all living with the sky, how can they die?" Also, the goddess doesn't dare to call an old woman like that, it's tormenting! Just call me Xiaomei......"

Du Ruo smiled wryly and said, "'Xiaomei'? I can't name that. You haven't told me what you're doing. ”

"Oooh!" The old lady put the incense in her hand into the clay pot, "Immortals, they all eat incense, and if you eat incense, you will have the skill, and the male fairy will be able to play the sword......

After speaking, the old lady took the incense and bowed to Du Ruo twice, and then went elsewhere to insert the incense.

Du Ruo helped his forehead, shook his head and ignored the old lady's strange behavior, and walked to the front yard to watch Du Heng practice swords. Before he got around the hut, he only heard a "bang", and found Du Heng kneeling on the ground with a sword in his hand, panting heavily.

"Don't be so anxious," Du Ruo walked up to Du Heng and put his arm on Du Heng's shoulder, "You are seriously injured by Yuqiu, and it is normal that your mana will not recover completely for a while, wait a minute." ”

A drop of sweat dripped from the tip of Du Heng's nose, and his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.

"It's useless, you don't have to lie to me anymore, I know best what my own virtues are."

He picked up Yaohua violently and slammed it to the ground. Hearing only the sound of "boom", the ground was suddenly smashed into a huge crater. The barrier overhead shook twice, and the birds in the valley fluttered in shock.

The little old man had just returned from fetching water from the spring, and was so frightened by the loud noise that he shuddered, and with two "knocks", two buckets fell to the ground, and the water was spilled everywhere.

Du Ruo waved his hand at the little old man, signaling that he was fine. The little old man nodded, picked up the bucket again, and walked back to the spring.

She laughed dryly, she didn't know how to comfort Du Heng, and after circling Du Heng twice, she pretended to smile easily: "Hey, it's a big deal that I'm here to protect you, cough cough ......."

Du Heng stared at Yaohua who was trapped in the ground, and said nothing.

Du Ruo pursed his lips and said a little hesitantly: "I won't rob you of your baby, you give me Qu Jibai's gun, I'll ...... I'll protect you with that! ”

Du Heng didn't raise his head, rolled his eyes to look at Du Ruo, untied the gluttonous bag from his waist and threw it over.

Du Ruo caught the gluttonous sac and leaned back slightly, as if the gluttonous sac was a hot yam egg. She pulled out the Ducoon, and just wanted to shake it twice, but the Ducoa was like a magnet, smashing straight towards the ground, almost smashing Du Ruo's hand.

"Good fellows! This gun is so heavy! You also said that you danced before, and it seems that you are much better than me. ”

Du Heng turned his head and looked at Duqian who was lying quietly on the ground, and the look in his eyes gradually became suspicious.

Even if Ah Ruo's cultivation is not as high as mine, even if Duqi is extremely heavy, at least he won't even be able to pick it up, isn't it......

Du Heng raised his head sharply and said, "You pick up Yaohua again and try it!" ”

Du Ruo didn't know what was going on, so he had to do it. She picked up Yaohua in the pit, frowned, and danced a few sword flowers with one hand, her face turned slightly red.

"I didn't expect the Yaohua sword to be so heavy, and it was quite difficult to use," Du Ruo put the sword on the ground and rubbed his wrist, "But aren't Yaohua and Su Hua forged in the same fetus?" Why is there such a big gap, Su Hua is more than this foil......"

Du Heng suddenly felt cold all over, as if struck by lightning, and blurted out: "Altar!" ”

Du Ruo also gasped, and only then did he realize the seriousness of the situation.

The altar is gone, the source of mana of the Du family's bloodline is gone, and the blessing of the thousand-year-old cultivation is also gone. Du Ruo's current cultivation is no different from those hundred-year-old little fox spirits and little snake spirits in the mountains, and he can't control divine weapons such as Yaohua and Duqi at all. And Du Heng originally had the power to help the cow, but at this moment, he was gradually consumed by the moss-like parasite on his shoulder.

Du Heng looked at the shot and sword in front of him, and suddenly smiled. Two lines of clear tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and blood flowed between his clenched teeth.

What do you say about a comeback? It's a dream!