When I got home, I saw that there were five more chickens in the yard, and the grandwoman was sprinkling some rice bran to feed the chickens.

"The little brother is back. The grandmother smiled and said, "Yo, who is this person?"

The Netherworld was really only encountered on the road, and he fainted from hunger, so he had to be rescued.

The grandmother smiled and said, "The little brother is really kind, he should save her." Alas, there are so many beggars on the street that they often starve to death, and those who are rich and noble don't care, but it hurts us well-wishers. "Anyway, help open the door immediately.

She also said that she often went to the market to sell shoes, and sometimes she came back late, and she was not in a hurry to cook, so she bought a few chickens, and if she collected them, she could cook them and eat them.

He thanked the woman and put her on the bed, and asked her grandwoman to cook some porridge for her.

When the porridge was delivered, the grandmother lifted the woman up and leaned against the head of the bed and fed her the porridge.

The woman had only eaten most of the bowl, and gradually gained strength, and after a while, she was able to walk on the ground.

The grandwoman brought a basin of water and washed the woman's face.

When it was finished, the dark and grandwoman were shocked when they saw the woman's appearance.

But seeing that she was tall and slim, about twenty years old, with a slightly high nose and deep eyes, a pair of big eyes revealing intelligence, and an extremely handsome appearance, although she was wearing a coarse cloth robe, she did not hide her stunning appearance at all.

You really thought that Zhou Ying could be called one of the best beauties in Ziyun Town, but compared to the woman in front of her, she was three points inferior.

Under questioning, the woman said that her name was Changfeng, and her home was in a remote town in the south, and one day, several thieves broke into her house late at night to rob her property, killed her parents, and the house was also burned.

She was helpless, so she left her hometown, begged all the way, and walked for nearly a year before she came here by mistake.

Changfeng said that she was helpless now, and wanted to stay here, and said that she could do anything, and before Netherworld could really agree, she got busy, and after a while, she cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and then found a broom to clean.

Netherworld was really from a prestigious family, and he had seen a lot of powerful people, and his eyesight was good, and he seemed to be pretending to be bowing when he saw Changfeng, but her eyes were full of arrogance and keenness.

He thought in his heart: "It doesn't matter who she is, I have neither wealth nor power, what can you plot against me?"

There was nothing to do during the day, and the Netherworld really recited the exercises received by the Netherworld God silently, but fortunately there was nothing to forget, but after thinking about it, he found that the exercises were profound and mysterious, and he didn't understand a word, and he didn't know a word.

Helplessly, he thought that in the future, he would be able to comprehend it by touching the class.

At dinner, the grandwoman brought food, and at the same time brought a bedding, and before leaving, she was greatly admired by Changfeng's appearance, but Changfeng did not have much joy.

Netherworld and Changfeng ate together, and they didn't say anything during the process.

In the evening, Netherworld went to bed in another room.

As soon as he lay down, he heard the sound of the door, and at this time his eyesight was superb, although at night, by the faint light outside, he clearly saw the long wind pushing the door in.

He rolled over and sat up and asked, "You...... What's the matter with you?"

Changfeng closed the door with his backhand, and without waiting for the truth of the netherworld, he came to the bedside and sat down, and kept asking about some things, such as the true family background of the netherworld, where are the parents, whether they are married, etc., just like interrogating a prisoner.

Netherworld was a little bored in his heart, and because of his feelings, he said it truthfully.

I thought that Changfeng had asked something about it, but unexpectedly, she changed her previous solemn posture and said softly: "Brother, look at me, now I am lonely, my brother saved me, I will ...... in the future I'll be my brother's daughter-in-law in the future, okay?"

Without waiting for Netherworld True to react, Changfeng leaned forward, sat down next to him, put a pair of slender jade-like hands on Netherworld's shoulders, and gently blew on Netherworld's face.

There are many beautiful things in the world that make people feel happy, and if he is really not a monk and a person who has passed away, how can he not like a beautiful woman?

It's just that he has been through hardships for a long time, has always been ambitious, and has a great hatred, so he is not allowed to fall into despair, and he raises his arms to block Changfeng's arms.

He just wanted to scold, and his heart flashed: "No, with her appearance, any trip to a big family can make its owner fascinated, and it is easy to get brocade clothes and jade food and wishful husbandry, why bother to tease me......?"

Thinking of this, he asked, "Who are you?"

Changfeng smiled, suddenly changed his previous debauched look, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said solemnly: "It's still a little smart." You don't have to be careful, I will only do you good, and there will be no harm in the slightest. With that, he turned and walked away.

Netherworld was really confused, thinking back to Changfeng's actions, he felt that she was probably not a great evil person, not to mention, she had no long things, and there was nothing for others to covet.

After breakfast the next day, Changfeng suddenly approached Netherworld again, and asked with a strange smile, "Is it because my appearance is not beautiful?

In fact, after the Netherworld really received the gift of the gods, her sense was extremely acute, and when she pushed the long wind last night, she had already found that her internal strength was extremely strong, but she realized that the other party seemed to be deliberately hiding her strength, and her internal force was only fleeting.

He stared at Changfeng's eyes and said, "Although I don't know who you are, if I was really tempted last night, with your skills, I'm afraid I would have turned into ashes!"

As if he was talking about the central matter, Changfeng was stunned, and suddenly his eyes widened, showing a look of surprise: "With your cultivation, you ...... How do you know I'm ......?"

Netherworld didn't answer, his expression became silent, thinking about abolishing the internal force.

Changfeng was full of doubts, and he stopped talking and left the courtyard on his own.

Not long after, Changfeng returned, and there was already an extra bamboo basket in his hand.

She put the bamboo basket on the stone mill and said to Netherworld, "Come here." ”

Netherworld stepped forward to take a look, but saw that the bamboo basket was full of cotton balls, and immediately understood what it was for.

Although the sense of hearing and vision can be enhanced with the improvement of cultivation, the strength of the foundation can generally see the level of a person's martial arts talent.

Therefore, when those sects recruit inner disciples, they usually test the talents of young children by throwing cotton balls.

"You're going to test me?" asked Netherworld.

"Ready!" Changfeng said loudly and unquestionably.

The Netherworld was really gifted by the gods, and he was also anxious to know what his talent was at this time, so he was so excited that his heartbeat became faster and faster, and he walked forward for about a zhang, standing with his back to the long wind.

Changfeng first grabbed ten cotton balls, hesitated for a moment, and then put back five more, and then dropped the five cotton balls out of thin air.

As he listened closely, he could not only clearly hear the sound of the cotton balls breaking through the air as they fell, but when the cotton balls hit the ground, he felt that the sound was like the majestic sound of beating a giant drum.

He was so excited that he forgot to answer the number of cotton balls, and it wasn't until Changfeng asked him that he replied, "Five!"

"Hmm!" Changfeng was now happy.

Netherworld really knew that being able to hear five cotton balls was just an ordinary talent, and he knew that the original owner of his body had hit sixteen cotton balls when he tested it that year.

"Retest!"

Tested again, Changfeng grabbed a handful, and then quickly put it down.

Netherworld didn't feel that it had increased the difficulty this time, and some of the cotton balls hadn't hit the ground yet, so he said with certainty: "Fifty-five!"

As soon as Netherworld reported the number, Changfeng's eyes widened and her eyes were full of amazement, as if she had heard the number at the same time.

I had to check it and confirm that it was really fifty-five cotton balls.

Although the sense of hearing can be improved with the improvement of cultivation, the foundation is very important, and the depth of the foundation determines future achievements.

In Ziyun Town, for example, those children who tested their talent for the first time, those with slightly better talent could hear seven or eight, and Zhou Ying only heard twelve cotton balls back then.

Don't say that even those who have cultivated for eighty or ninety years and have cultivated to reach the six realms of Holy Light Qi can't distinguish twenty cotton balls.

And with Netherworld's cultivation at this time, the internal force barely helped his hearing, and being able to hear those cotton balls could be said to depend entirely on his talent at this time.

"Test again!" Changfeng said loudly, raising the bamboo basket and scattering all the cotton balls inside.

A gust of wind blew, and many cotton balls were blown into the distance and fell, and there were too many cotton balls, among which there were many collisions, which can be said to be chaotic.

When the cotton balls fell, it was like rain falling, and when the cotton balls were all stable, he thought for a while and said loudly: "Seven hundred and seventy-one." ”

Changfeng thought that Netherworld really couldn't say the exact number anyway, at least he had to hesitate when he said the number, and he didn't want him to say it happily.

Changfeng was skeptical, put away the cotton ball, and began to check.

"Seven hundred and sixty-eight, seven hundred sixty-nine...... Seven hundred and seventy ...... Seven hundred and seventy ......" When Changfeng found out seven hundred and seventy-one, he looked at the last cotton ball, but the word "one" couldn't be said anyway.

For ordinary people, no matter how many iron balls are tested, the sound can be heard, but how can the number be distinguished? Therefore, although the sense of hearing is extremely important, the more important thing is the instantaneous reaction and memory ability.

If someone has a sense of hearing like a god, he can be slow to react and have a low memory, and he can't tell the number anyway.

Changfeng is well aware of this, and at this time he stood on the spot like a wood carving.

She was amazed, and then looked at Netherworld with puzzled eyes, thinking that he was so talented, why was his internal strength so inferior?

Netherworld really saw Changfeng's thoughts, and only said that he had a strange disease, and he needed to abolish his current internal strength in order to practice again.

Changfeng nodded suspiciously, and then said that after the internal force is cultivated, it will be fused with flesh and blood, and it is impossible to remove it. Destroying people's meridians is only cutting off the operation of internal forces, not clearing them.

More than one person has said that the internal force cannot be removed, especially this long wind is unfathomable, and he actually said so, and the Netherworld was in a hurry, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He thought to himself: "But only two people have said this, what if thousands or ten thousand people say this? Abolishing internal force is my only life, and I will never die!"