Last time, Murphy and I lived in a seemingly harmless village, and we never thought about capsizing in the gutter and almost being captured for sacrifice.

This time, I'll have to be careful about it.

Both men and women are honest and loyal, and their soul power is exceptionally pure, and they are not evildoers.

Some of the boys, who were afraid of life, followed the men and women, looking at us curiously.

I had regained some strength, put my hand into the package, pretended to take something, but in fact took out a bucket of oil and two catties of sugar from the storage bag, and put it on the table at the door.

"Both, we have been wandered here, and we have been injured by wild beasts, and we need to stay in your house for a while to recuperate." Look at the book

"A little courtesy, not a respect."

The gift I gave was worthless in the human world.

But in the Wasteland, for ordinary people, the value is definitely not expensive!

In times of famine, the most important things people need are sugar and fat.

A barrel of oil and two catties of sugar can survive a famine year.

When the two of them got what I sent, they were overjoyed, and they accepted it after two pretending excuses.

The two of them who took the things felt ashamed of it, so they cleaned up the largest bedroom in the main house for us.

In a poor and humble home, the bedroom is similar to the stable, except that the hay on the ground has been turned into a straw mat.

In the center, a small tea table was placed, on which were several rough porcelain bowls.

I slowly brewed my strength and opened the door to the world of Sumeru with difficulty.

Sun Mingjin took out our small bed, futon, and tea set from inside, and decorated the hut to make it look decent.

Li Wenjuan poured a cup of hot tea and thought I wouldn't come.

I was about to say thank you when she sat on the edge of the bed and took small gulps.

I dropped my hand, picked up a stick from the corner, and poured myself a glass of water on my crutches, and another for Murphy, and placed it next to her bed.

"Do you need me to get you a little spoon?"

In the morning, Murphy was still lying in bed unable to move.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, she held her waist, sat up by herself, and took a sip of water.

I was a little surprised, "You're recovering so quickly?"

Murphy wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with his cuffs, "When I was sealed, my body was fed back by the dryad, and I practiced for thousands of miles, and now I have reached the peak of the monk's monk, and I am about to be promoted to the sacrificial wine Taoist."

"When the injury recovers, it will only be within three or two days of being promoted."

According to normal estimates, if Murphy wants to be promoted, it will be at least a year later.

A blood-colored dryad, on the contrary, made Murphy a blessing in disguise and promoted ahead of schedule.

Being able to stand up and move proves that the body's meridians are connected and the bones are sound.

With me, there will never be a shortage of healing elixirs.

A large amount of medicinal power is accumulated in the body and has not been completely absorbed, so it is time to go out for a walk, breathe, activate qi and blood, and absorb more medicinal properties.

I handed Murphy another stick on the side of the wall, "Can I stand up and walk?"

Murphy tried to get to his feet, took two trembling steps, and walked out of the house in circles around the yard, his steps becoming more and more steady.

She stood at the gate of the courtyard and pointed to the big tree in the distance, "Hidden Dragon, can you take me there?"

"Okay."

Murphy and I held each other in the direction of the tree.

In just over five miles, on weekdays, we can only walk in a few breaths, but today we are like two snails, we can only move forward little by little.

Fortunately, with every step I take, I can feel that my qi and blood are being activated.

Murphy didn't practice the Dharma to protect his body, and he was out of breath when he walked, which was worse than me.

She was amused in her misery, and said with a smile, "Qianlong said that we are now, do we look like a pair of old men and old women?"

I said, "A cultivator wants to take over the creation of heaven and earth and turn it into his own body, and he wants to live forever and transcend heaven and earth, how can he grow old

What about it?"

"It's not like your personality to say that."

Murphy tilted his head, half of his body leaned against me, and his voice swept away the crispness of the past, and began to become tactful, like a naughty kitten who has learned to ***.

"When I was young, I liked to eat snail noodles, I thought it was sour, spicy, spicy, stinky, and delicious, and I couldn't wait to eat it every day."

"I don't know when it started, I suddenly felt that the taste was a little disgusting, and the more I thought about it, the more disgusting it became."

"When I got older, I began to deliberately maintain my health, drink porridge and eat vegetables, and almost never touched those heavy things again."

"Hidden Dragon, you are so smart and know a lot of truths."

"People will always change, why can't you understand such a simple truth?"

I knew what Murphy was trying to persuade me, but I definitely didn't admit her.

I pointed to the big tree in front of me, "Do you see that big locust tree?"

", of course I did, that's what I offered to walk to that tree." Murphy replied.

I said, "This big locust tree used to be a seed, and then it became a sapling, a small tree, and a towering ancient tree."

"In the future, it may become a spirit or a spirit, or it may die halfway through and turn into dry wood."

"A tree is always a tree, and no matter how it changes, it will not become a stone or a flower."

Murphy gave me a resentful look, "You have a real bad mouth, you can tell the dead to be alive, and the fake to be true."

"There are times when I suspect I'm a fake."

The two of us, each with their own thoughts, didn't say a word more, just silently supported each other, and walked forward step by step.

When we set out, it was only noon.

It was only five kilometers, and we walked for a full six hours, resting as we went.

When we arrived under the big locust tree, the sunset was just right, the breeze was blowing, and the dense fog was slightly dispersed.

We sat side by side, leaning under the big locust tree, enjoying the breeze.

"It's good to be alive." Murphy squinted his eyes and said with emotion.

Yes, only people who have almost died a few times will know that it is good to be alive.

After a whole day of walking, our blood meridians were activated, and the body had almost recovered and was able to trot all the way.

I can also use the storage ring at any time, as well as open the world of Sumeru.

It's just that the spiritual veins are badly damaged, and there is no way to gather strength to kill the enemy, so you can only use the only remaining charms on your body to protect yourself.

As the sun was about to set, I stood up and stretched my back.

"Alright, let's go back."

Murphy: "I don't want to go. What a great view here, today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and I hope to see the full moon in the sky at night."

"Besides, there's no danger around."