"Ah Yuan, what is the matter with me?" Cheng Mingyuan took Cheng Yuan to the shade of a tree and asked with a smile.

Except for Huo Dao, in the entire Cheng Jiazhuang, only he knows that Cheng Yuan has become a celestial.

This is the second celestial in Chengjiazhuang in the past 30 years, representing the future of Chengjiazhuang, and Cheng Mingyuan naturally attaches great importance to it.

"Patriarch, the knife was broken by me......" Cheng Yuan smiled bitterly and took out the blade of the knife that was broken into two from behind him.

Cheng Mingyuan looked at the broken knife in Cheng Yuan's hand and was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "I remember, you have the true source of heaven and man, and ordinary knives can't withstand full exertion at all." ”

Cheng Yuan smiled.

Actually, the knife in his hand is also good, it was made by a blacksmith from Chengjiazhuang.

After all, it is used by his own people, the material is good iron, and the forging is also very careful, and the cost alone costs seven or eight taels of silver.

It's just that after a long period of use, especially after fighting with the ghost corpse that Chen Erlei turned into before, this knife has already had a lot of dark injuries.

As a result, Cheng Yuan focused on the true source of heaven and man, and directly broke it.

Cheng Yuan suddenly remembered and asked, "How is Sister Xiaoshuang?" Are they okay with Sixth Uncle Cheng?"

Cheng Shuang is Cheng Erlei's younger sister. Uncle Cheng Sixth is Cheng Erlei's father.

"Alas. Cheng Mingyuan sighed: "Xiaoshuang, that child, saw his own brother turn into a ghost corpse and be killed, and he was stimulated a lot. ”

"However, after a long time, it will always get better. Cheng Mingyuan's tone was a little helpless.

Cheng Yuan is also a little gloomy, in this world full of unknown horrors, such things have happened too much, and even make people numb.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. ”

Cheng Mingyuan said to Cheng Yuan: "Now, ordinary knives are no longer enough for you, so let's go to the warehouse with me and get a good knife." ”

Good knives?

Cheng Yuan suddenly looked forward to it, and followed Cheng Mingyuan all the way to Zhuangzi's warehouse.

Kela.

Cheng Mingyuan opened the door, and the entire warehouse was paved with bluestone bricks on the ground, which were extremely neat, and there was no trace of dust that was cleaned.

Although it has been sealed, the warehouse is quite dry, and there is not a trace of cold and gloom.

The storehouse is quite spacious, and all kinds of weapons, materials, animal skins or sundries are placed in different categories. As for the grain, it is stored in special granaries.

On the left wall of the warehouse, there were several large dry boxes, Cheng Mingyuan walked over directly, opened the lock of one of the boxes with a key, and lifted it up: "Let's choose one!"

Cheng Yuan's eyes lit up a little and came to the box.

The entire chest was filled with hay, and three cold and restrained knives were kept.

The style of the knife is slightly different, but the length of the blade is roughly about three feet, the longest is three feet two inches, and the short one is two feet nine inches.

Cheng Yuan directly grabbed the longest knife among them, and felt much heavier than the machete that Cheng Jiazhuang had built himself.

"This is a dark knife made by the Beacon Fire in Youhe County, each of which is worth about two hundred taels of silver. ”

Cheng Mingyuan said proudly: "This dark knife is mixed with a lot of precious materials, and it is far more solid and heavy than ordinary mortal iron casting knives, even if it is used to chop mountain ghosts, it will not be easily damaged." ”

A misty golden light lit up on Cheng Yuan's arm, which was directly injected into the dark knife, but there was no trembling sound of the ordinary machete he used before.

The trembling sound was a sign that the material of the machete was not good, and it exceeded the limit of its endurance.

Scold~!

Cheng Yuan slashed out with a single sword, so fast that Cheng Mingyuan, an internal strength martial artist, couldn't see it clearly, leaving only a golden knife mark that slowly disappeared in his field of vision.

"Good knife! it fits perfectly!" Cheng Yuan held the handle of the knife in one hand and stroked the cold and restrained blade with the other, and couldn't put it down.

"This knife belongs to you!" Cheng Mingyuan looked at Cheng Yuan and said with a smile.

Cheng Yuan hesitated a little in joy, and said, "Patriarch, I can't afford to pay back the silver taels of this Gloom Knife for the time being." ”

He didn't think about asking the clan to give him a knife of two hundred taels of silver for free.

You must know that even if Chengjiazhuang has some reputation for bravery, the savings in the clan are also accumulated by iron, farming, hunting, etc., although two hundred taels of silver can be easily taken out, but this is not in accordance with the rules.

"Haha!" Cheng Mingyuan looked at Cheng Yuan and laughed: "No matter how provincial the clan is, you can't let a celestial who has only been born in thirty years use a broken machete." ”

"You don't have to care about the mere two hundred taels, you know, after becoming a celestial, if you want to get money? It's just that you haven't come into contact with those yet, and you'll know when Lord Huo takes you to Youhe County. ”

Although Cheng Mingyuan said this, Cheng Yuan's words still made him look relieved, after all, Cheng Yuan became a celestial and still cared about Zhuangzi very much.

"Okay, when I earn silver taels, I'll return the money from the Shen Shen Knife to Zhuang Nei. Since the old patriarch said so, and Cheng Yuan was really reluctant to hold the treasure knife in his hand, he gritted his teeth and said to Cheng Mingyuan.

"Let's go. Cheng Mingyuan patted Cheng Yuan's shoulder with a smile and walked out of the warehouse.

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Evening.

The sun gradually set in the west, leaving only the fiery red fiery clouds on the horizon, and darkness gradually covering the earth.

In the mountains and forests in the distance, there was a howl of beasts, desolate and eerie.

In the wilderness outside Chengjiazhuang, the evening night breeze blows, and there is a faint cold and gloomy atmosphere.

Whew!

A terrifyingly fast figure flickered and moved in the clearing, and the snow-bright sword light left afterimages around it, slashing out screams.

"Hmph!" Cheng Yuan practiced the knife until it rose, and he couldn't help but go all out, and the true source of heaven and man in his body flowed, penetrating into the deep knife in his hand.

Scold~!

A brilliant golden sword light flickered in the dim wilderness, with a shocking beauty.

Under the dark canopy.

Cheng Yuan put away the knife, stood in the desolate wilderness with a relaxed heart, closed his eyes, relaxed his whole body, and the whole person faintly exuded a misty golden glow.

"System. Cheng Yuan's heart moved.

"Name: Cheng Yuan

Realm: Celestial beings

Technique: "Thirteen Styles of the Sharp Knife" (Complete)

"The Law of the True Origin"

True Source Nine Catalogue

Root Method: Suffering (Yin and Underworld)

Pain Force: Two Drops (0/1000)"

Looking at his attribute panel, Cheng Yuan frowned slightly.

Since the day before yesterday, in the firewood room, for some reason miraculously managed to gather the power of pain, this system seems to have undergone a strange change.

In the column of the root method, after the original word "suffering", the word "yin" appeared.

And, most importantly, he couldn't continue to gain the power of pain.

No matter what method Cheng Yuan tried or what kind of pain he caused, the system never gained a single pain value.

"Is it because I became a celestial that the system is useless? Or is it because the ghost poison of the day has caused damage to the system? Or is it mutation?"

Cheng Yuan thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out.

And because of the changes in the system, Cheng Yuan now only has two drops of pain power left, but he doesn't dare to use it.

If the system is really abolished from now on, then these two drops of painful power will be his last hole card.

"Forget it, go back first. Cheng Yuan shook his head, only then did he notice that it was almost completely dark.

He walked briskly all the way and went directly into Chengjiazhuang.

Hula.

Cheng Yuan pushed open the door of the house, and the third aunt Zhao Xiaohe had already set up most of the meals on the table, and the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan and sister Cheng Yu were also sitting at the table.

"Brother!" Seeing Cheng Yuan coming back, Cheng Yu shouted with some joy.

Cheng Yuan smiled, turned around and closed the door tightly, hurriedly sat down at the table, and touched the top of Cheng Yu's supple head by the way: "What are you waiting for me to do, you guys eat first." ”

"What do you say? When a family eats, do they have to go in order?" Zhao Xiaohe glanced at him and handed over the chopsticks: "Your injury is just right, and you will go to Youhe County to participate in the trial of the Tianyu Division in a few days, and you can't do it if you don't make up for your body." ”

"This is chicken soup stewed with mountain ginseng, specially made for you, hurry up and eat it. As she spoke, the third aunt pushed a large bowl of stewed chicken in front of Cheng Yuan, and the aroma came to her nose.

"Hehe, it's good morning, where do you see me looking weak?" Cheng Yuan smelled the aroma of chicken soup, swallowed his saliva, took the bowls of his sister, third uncle and third aunt, scooped a few large spoonfuls of chicken soup and chicken into them, and put the rest in front of him: "I ate this mountain ginseng and these chickens myself." ”

"You kid, why have you eaten as little as cats and dogs in the past two days!" the third uncle reprimanded unhappily.

Cheng Yuan smiled and began to eat.

This is not to blame him, he only needs to eat one Jingyuan Pill every day for the past two days, and he feels energetic, full of energy, and there is no trace of hunger.

Moreover, this Jing Yuan Pill can save time for eating, excretion, and digestion, and free up more time for cultivation, which is really a first-class good thing.

What's more, if you just rely on eating ordinary food, you will have to eat hundreds of catties of bread and more than ten catties of meat, and the third uncle's family can't afford it.

However, although Jing Yuan Dan is good, the thought of eating one a day, which is twenty taels of white silver, Cheng Yuan felt a faint pain in his heart.

"I owe Brother Huo a thousand taels of silver, and I owe the clan two hundred taels of silver. Cheng Yuan sighed in his heart and felt deep poverty.

Although Huo Dao and Cheng Mingyuan both said that after becoming a celestial, this money is nothing at all, and it can be easily earned, but at least Cheng Yuan has not seen the method yet, and he is panicked.

"Brother, eat vegetables. Looking at Cheng Yuan, who was a little distracted, Cheng Yu even put a big chopsticks of roast meat into his bowl.