In the autumn harvest season, in the golden fields of Shenxi Village, the breeze gently blows through the heavy rice ears, and there are bursts of messages from the old people who sigh for the harvest.

The ripe rice should be opened as soon as possible, and the young people in the village jumped into the golden rice waves to find their own fields, bent down and were busy harvesting this year's harvest, everyone's face was full of sweat from labor, but they could not hide the happiness and joy from the heart.

The man pushed aside the chest-high golden ears of wheat and carried his most precious short-handled sickle to his ridge. Spit and foam at the palm of his hand, just wanted to open the sickle, casually glanced at the rice next to him, his eyes shrank suddenly, how could the rice of the Huzi family next to him have already been harvested?

In the distance, another capable man with a bare body shouted with a smile: "Don't look, the rice of the Huzi family has just let Brother Chang divide it by two, let's take it slowly, it's not comparable!"

Seeing that the seven or eight acres of rice field of Huzi's family were only neatly stubble, the man touched his bare head and smiled bitterly, but he admired it: "Good girl, I just went to the ground a few days ago, and this Chang brother is really good." ”

In the distance, Chang Xi put down the sickle in his hand and sat back on the ridge, the breeze blew on his cheeks, blowing the black hair on his forehead, and did not shed a drop of sweat. Chang Xi clenched the fists spread out on his knees, felt the strength of the feedback that had returned to seventy or eighty percent, and smiled with satisfaction. But recalling the thrilling scene of escaping death a few days ago, Chang Xi still has palpitations in his heart.

After all, the finger of the Yuan Infant Realm was not on his forehead, and the moment it was distorted and closed with the power of space in the teleportation array, Chang Xi even injured the one finger of the Yuan Infant Realm overhaul. If you tell Mo Lao about such "great achievements", Chang Xi believes that he can definitely stuff two roast chicken legs into Mo Lao's wide mouth.

It's just that the teleportation formation has also become more and more disordered because of the great power in the Yuan Infant Realm's overhaul of the angry fingers, I don't know if it's because it's the first time to use the teleportation formation of such an evil gate, or because the teleportation distance is too far, and Chang Xi, who is drifting with the power of space, is confused, and he can't see the reality around him clearly. It seemed like a blink of an eye, and it seemed like a thousand years, and when he opened his eyes again, the first thing that caught his eye was Liu Yuan's twisted and hideous face!

Chang Xi is not very old, but he has been killed for a long time, but the existence of a cockroach like Liu Yuan is also the first time he has encountered it. How strong the Jindan Realm's physique is, it is enough to get a glimpse of Liu Yuan, who has only half of his body and half of his arms left.

The enemies were very red when they met, and vowed to separate life and death. It's just that the two of them have already dried up their bodies in the previous fight, and the two of them still have the immortal wind bones as monks, completely scuffling together like market hooligans, and grabbing whatever they have at hand just beckoning to each other.

Liu Yuan's injuries are much heavier than Chang Xi after all, the waist down is truncated by the power of space, the fracture is as smooth as a mirror, and the bloodless organs and intestines flow out from the fracture, even if you are a Jindan realm monk, you will definitely not be able to stand being hollowed out.

Chang Xi naturally wouldn't let the opportunity to beat the water dog slip through his fingers, and used the last faint wisp of sword qi in the dantian to gather on his fingertips, sharpened a stone into sharp edges and corners, and stabbed it into the throat of Liu Yuan, who was full of unwillingness, completing the feat of killing the Jindan Realm across an entire large realm with the Foundation Building Realm.

But Rao is iron body couldn't endure the successive high-intensity battles, and the nerves that were always tense like the strings of a bent bow suddenly relaxed, Chang Xi used the last trace of strength to send the Yuehong and Tianhuang who fell to the side back into the storage bag, and could no longer hold up the heavy eyelids, and fell into darkness.

When he was able to open his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed, an ordinary peasant home. When he first saw Huzi serving him tea and decoction, he couldn't help but smile when he saw his bright eyes full of surprise.

He was sure that it must have been this tiger-looking kid who saved him.

Huzi's hunting skills were passed down from his father, and Huzi's father had superb hunting skills and treated people simply. That day, I saw that Huzi, who was supposed to have completed the coming-of-age ceremony early and returned to the village, carried back a seriously injured person like a calf, and did not talk nonsense, and went deep into the mountains and dense forests that night to seek medicinal herbs, and even the egg-laying hen that was used as a treasure at home was also slaughtered to make soup for Chang Xi, who was lying in bed, to nourish his body.

Chang Xi saw all this in his eyes, and there were not too many words of gratitude on his lips. Skimming the warm chicken soup from the slick into his stomach, he remembered it by heart.

"Brother Chang, Brother Chang!"

A shout from a distance interrupted his thoughts, Chang Xi turned his head to look, who else could it be if it wasn't Huzi?

Huzi held the wine bag in his hand, ran to the nearest place and just wanted to hand the wine bag to Chang Xi, but suddenly found that the endless golden rice field was full of working figures, and the field of the lone family was suddenly smooth, and then saw the rice ears neatly piled up under the ridges, and the small mouth opened into a big circle in shock, and Mo Laodu had a fight, and the wine bag in his hand suddenly slipped down.

Chang Xi shook his head and smiled, and quickly picked up the wine bag that he had taken off. There was a splashing sound in the wine bag, and it was filled with the Shenxi brew brewed by the old men in Shenxi Village with the spring water of Pishan Mountain. Although it is a local wine produced in a small place, it is better than the authentic and authentic winemaking method, and it is not mixed with water, and the glass is clear and fragrant. Compared with Zhong Ming Ding Shi in Qingyun Mountain, Shenxi Brewing can be regarded as an inferior wine in the poor countryside. It's just that the authentic mellow is the most delicious. After only one taste, Chang Xi could no longer forget the soft wine on the tip of his tongue, so he asked Huzi to ask for some.

Sweet into the throat, a line of fire burned into the abdomen, the soft wine that made people feel comfortable all over the body made the limbs and bones full of warmth, and unconsciously, the strength of the blood sea recovered a lot, and the golden light in the eyes of the golden dragon with its head held high in the sea of blood could be faintly seen.

Huzi's eyes were full of excitement, and he touched a long sword that Chang Xi gave him at his waist, although he still didn't know what package Chang Brother was carrying, how could he just turn over his hand and take out this sword like a trick. However, this did not prevent him from seeing Chang Xi as a master of martial arts, after all, anyone who saw Chang Xi's elegant swordsmanship would think so.

Huzi touched his head and said embarrassedly: "Brother Chang, I haven't fallen behind in the past few days when you taught me swordsmanship, can you help me take a look?"

Chang Xi took another sip and said with a smile: "Come out and take a look." ”

Huzi hummed excitedly, and the long sword in his hand danced according to Chang Xi's instructions, and it was already in shape. Although his body was still a little stiff, Huzi was a mortal body after all, and it was rare to be able to do this. Chang Xi passed on Huzi's swordsmanship not to kill, but to practice form and condensation, and open up the limbs and hundreds of acupuncture points. If Huzi can persist in practicing this set of swordsmanship for ten years, not to mention the slight anti-enemy effect that this set of swordsmanship already has, the effect of strengthening his body alone is enough to make him worry-free for a hundred years.

pointed out a few small problems with Huzi, and after Huzi thanked him, he hugged the long sword and happily practiced the sword. The wine in the wine bag took one sip after another, although it was not to use wine to drown his sorrows, but Chang Xi did have troubles at the moment. He had been in this Shenxi Village for several days, but he still didn't know where it was. The people in the village only know that this is Bishan, and the rest don't know. The top priority is to find out where this place is, so that he can return to Qingyun Mountain.

Chang Xi thought of Qing Xuan, and didn't know if she was okay. Recalling Qing Xuan's tearful shouting of his name in the teleportation array, Chang Xi couldn't help but cover his cheeks.

A quick and sharp whistle suddenly came from the entrance of the village, and the men working in the fields suddenly raised their heads, and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the village with the help of the men in their hands. Chang Xi put down the wine bag and stood up, a faint smell of blood wafted in his nose, he frowned slightly, and the next moment his figure had disappeared.