Regarding the events of a thousand years ago, Zhang Ming did not know specifically.

He just listened to Hongyou say that his soul was dispersed thousands of years ago, and now after a thousand years, he finally reunited his soul and reincarnated.

Red You doesn't seem to want to mention much of the other news.

Zhang Ming asked, but Hongyou didn't even talk much.

It's just that now he suddenly told Zhang Ming that the Ghost Emperor would be canonized a year later, and he wanted Zhang Ming to take the position of the Ghost Emperor again, which made Zhang Ming feel a little inexplicable.

Even so, Zhang Ming still believes in Hongyou. After all, by now, perhaps the most trusted person in the world is Hongyou.

"I know, I will try my best to cultivate the divine soul, and when the time comes, I will definitely work hard to fight for the position of the Ghost Emperor."

Zhang Ming knows that no matter what the reason is, or the hidden secret. But since Hongyou doesn't say it now, there must be a reason.

In that case, it is better to wait until she is willing to speak.

Hongyou smiled and took Zhang Ming's hand and said, "I believe that you will definitely be able to completely return and return to the position of the Ghost Emperor!" ”

"That's nature, I was the strongest ghost emperor a thousand years ago, and a thousand years later, I can still do it!"

For some reason, Zhang Ming was suddenly very confident at this moment, and an inexplicable momentum appeared in his body, which amazed Hongyou for a while......

After waking up the next day, Zhang Ming brought a few clothes, carried a bag, and set off to the countryside by car.

His hometown is in Zhangjiawan, a very ordinary village.

The village has long been connected to a cement road, and there are also vans from the countryside soliciting customers, and it is found to be good.

Moreover, I heard that the construction of a new countryside is still being carried out.

Zhang Ming took the car, and after arriving in Zhangjiawan, he found that he had not come back for a few months, and the countryside had indeed changed a lot. On both sides of the road, many small buildings in the new countryside have been built.

On the side of the road is Zhangjiawan Village, which is quite large, and although many young people work in the city or town, there are still many people in the village.

After walking for less than a minute, Zhang Ming looked at the old brick house that his family had repaired for almost ten years.

Next to the brick house was a vegetable patch, and at the moment he saw his grandparents watering the vegetable patch.

"Grandpa, grandma." Zhang Ming shouted and ran up.

The two old men were also very happy to see their grandson come back, and Zhang Ming also took out some things he bought from the city for the two old men.

The weather in the countryside is not as hot as in the city, and there is a breeze blowing from time to time, which is very comfortable.

Zhang Ming's grandparents continued to irrigate vegetables, and Zhang Ming walked alone on some nearby paths and ridges, blowing a cool breeze.

From time to time, I see some childhood friends in the village who have come back because of the summer vacation, and they can't help but chat together.

It was only in the process that Zhang Ming saw that under their village, near the cemetery, there was a very large tree, which was broken at the moment, and the broken place was charred black.

It looks like it's burned out.

Seeing this, Zhang Ming asked a childhood friend named Zhang Hui next to him: "Huizi, what's going on with this tree?" ”

In Zhang Ming's impression, when he was a child, this tree was very thick, and several people couldn't hold it, and it was the largest tree around.

According to the village elders, the tree is thousands of years old and is a peach tree.

However, this statement may be exaggerated, the average peach tree only has a lifespan of more than ten to forty years, and it is very difficult to see it for hundreds of years, let alone thousands of years?

But the peach tree does have a thick trunk, and it is very likely to be a hundred years old.

It's just that why is it scorched and broken now?

I heard Zhang Hui say: "You don't know, this tree was suddenly struck by a thunderbolt in the clear sky during the day a few days ago. At that time, the whole tree was on fire, and the tree was burned clean, leaving only a stump. ”

"And this?" Zhang Ming was amazed when he heard this, walked over with Zhang Hui, and looked at the stout stump that was only one meter high.

The stump was still scorched black, but when Zhang Ming got closer, he took a closer look and found that this stump contained extremely strong yang energy.

I couldn't help but be shocked and thought, "Yes, this is a peach tree that may be hundreds of years old." The peach wood has a spirit, is very yang, and is itself a wood to ward off evil spirits and suppress ghosts.

Later, it was struck by thunder on a dry day and burned by fire, didn't these cause this peach wood to have more yang energy? And...... Attracting thunder and thunder on dry days, I am afraid that this tree may already have a lot of aura. ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Ming's heart suddenly itched.

The peach wood sword made of ordinary peach wood that he bought from Gu Qi with money still has a certain power when used.

So if you use this hundred-year-old peach wood that has been struck by lightning on a dry day and burned by thunder to make a peach wood sword, what a good treasure it should be?

Thinking of this, he said to Zhang Hui: "Do me a favor, I want a piece of this peach tree stump." ”

Next, Zhang Ming and Zhang Hui went home and brought a saw, sawed half a decimeter at the root of the tree, and then went down from the stump, and only took a piece of wood, one meter long, almost one decimeter wide, and half a decimeter thick.

This piece of wood is only a little cut on the edge of the whole stump.

Zhang Ming took this piece of wood home, carefully sharpened it with a knife, and slowly, cut the piece of wood into the shape of a sword.

When he was a child, he and his friends made wooden swords, and it was still very simple.

After it was done, Zhang Ming found sandpaper in the house, gently polished it, and made a peachwood sword very tight.

Maybe it's because this peach wood is too old, so it's good color, dense, very strong and strong, and even feels very heavy, not like wood, more like iron, very heavy.

Maybe it's because of the age, or maybe it's because of the lightning strike, anyway, the peachwood sword as a whole shows a black and red color.

Holding this peachwood sword made by himself, Zhang Ming waved it twice, it felt very smooth and very handy, in short, he liked it very much.

Looking at some of the remaining wooden blocks on the ground, Zhang Ming started again and made some finger-length knives, as if they were flying.

A total of seven handfuls were made, and because they were very small, Zhang Ming put them all in his trouser pocket and carried them with him.

By this time, it was already dark.

Zhang Ming's grandmother cooked a meal and asked Zhang Ming to eat.

After eating, it was completely dark outside.

Not long after sitting with their grandparents in the yard, they told Zhang Ming to go back to the house and go to bed early.

Zhang Ming didn't think much about it, so he went back to the house. However, he would not go to bed so early, but when he heard the movement and saw that his grandparents were sleeping, he quietly got up and ran to the courtyard to prepare for cultivation.

Just kidding, the countryside must be better in the city parks.

However, as soon as he went out and entered the courtyard, he was surprised to find that there was a very thick fog around the courtyard.

The fog is so heavy that you can barely see anything.

"It's summer, how can it be foggy?" Zhang Ming was a little puzzled.

But he didn't think much about it, so he sat in the courtyard and prepared to cultivate.

But as soon as he sat down, he faintly heard some babbling sounds in the distance, faintly, sounding very ethereal, but he did hear it.

"This ...... No way? Have you encountered demons again? How do you keep encountering this? Zhang Ming was a little speechless.

But after thinking about it, it's not that he always encounters ghosts, but that ghosts and demons have always been around, but he didn't have the ability to find them before.

And now, he can find it all!