In the distance, the sky is like ink, and the thunder falls on the wilderness.

Boundless dark clouds cover the land of Haizhou, and they will crush this small county at any time.

Bang!

An arc of thunder split through the sky, like a silver dragon showing its true form, opening its teeth and dancing its claws.

One drop, two drops, three drops...... Thousands of drops......

In an instant, the sky was pouring rain, and the rain was like a pillar.

The weather in the Eastern Wilderness is so unreasonable, just like the newborn with a violent temper, it will change when it is said, and in an instant, the heavy rain will pour and boom Heze.

In the demon temple, a faint figure slowly appeared, standing beside Chengqiu Mountain, looking down, the phantom pinched a few handfuls on the thin body, and said to himself: "This kid has a good foundation, but it's a good material......" Eventually, it turned into a black dot and disappeared into the screen above the sky.

As for Du Mu in the blood on the side, he didn't look at it from beginning to end.

Faintly, Du Mu seemed to hear someone outside shouting, accompanied by the sound of noisy footsteps.

Du Mu woke up and shouted: "Cheap fox, you have the ability to come to your dog!"

As far as the eye can see, there is a large and bright room, with two large beds side by side occupying the window position, and there are four beds on it, neatly stacked and spotless.

In addition, there is a table of eight immortals in the room, two benches, and a plate of snacks, a teapot, and four tea cups are placed in the four corners on the table of eight immortals. The house is very simple and very clean.

After seeing the situation in the house clearly, Du Mu couldn't help but be stunned, and the next moment he was woken up by the sharp pain coming from his body, and only then did he find that his thin body was wrapped in three layers of green cloth strips, just like a big zongzi, and the cloth strips were stained with blood.

"Hahaha!"

Du Mu knew that he was not dead in the catastrophe, so he first laughed exaggeratedly three times, glad that he was still alive, but with a smile and a smile, his voice slowly weakened.

Yes, he is alive, what about Qiu Shan, where is Qiu Shan? That is his brother in life and death, and his only friend, he could have escaped, but he chose to stay stupidly, and finally fell in a pool of blood together.

If Qiu Shan has an accident, then he will be too sorry for him, it can be said that he is all burdened by him, so what is the meaning of living.

I heard the fighting outside getting more and more intense, and I was surprised: "Could it be that Hu Li's bastard has found it?" jumped out of the big bed, quickly put on his shoes, grabbed the teapot on the table in his hand, hid behind the door, and looked out through the crack in the door.

Outside is a small courtyard, the yard is not big, a meadow surrounds a towering ancient cypress, the green clouds are like a cover, reckless and firm, the ground is dotted with a few pots of small flowers, red and white and yellow, next to it is a room, there is a pile of dry wood at the door of the house, and the stack of firewood is square.

In the limited open space of the small courtyard, four young men in Tsing Yi are coming and going, moving and dodging, and they are catching and fighting. One is holding a broom upside down, the other is holding a dried firewood, the other is holding a bamboo pole, and what is even funnier is that the weapon in one guy's hand is clearly a dung brush.

Deciding that it was not Hu Li's gang, he made up his mind a little, squeaked, opened the door, and stepped out.

When the young man with the dung brush saw Du Mu come out, he stopped the "weapon" in his hand, squeezed out a smile at him, and said, "You're awake!"

Du Mu said, "You ...... Hello!"

These four young people look extremely easy-going, although they are wearing ordinary green clothes, their temperament is exactly the same as that of the immortals who often go down the mountain to procure, maybe it is these first-class immortals who will save the lives of ants. Du Mu secretly clenched his fists.

"You've been asleep all day, you're hungry, I'll get you some food. The young man threw aside the dung brush, washed his hands in the stone basin, and turned and walked into the next room.

After a while, the young man came out of the room, holding two big steamed buns in his hands, and it was rare that he was still holding a bowl of meat.

Du Mu's eyes lit up, for him, this steamed bun and meat were already the best food.

Since he is alive, then he should live well, if Qiu Shan has any accidents, then he has to live more, and only by living, can there be hope for everything. The account of the Demon God Temple, sooner or later, will be settled.

Du Mu looked at the steamed buns and meat, and then at the young man.

The young man smiled: "I know you are full of questions now, eat first, and I will tell you slowly." ”

So Du Mu stopped talking, took the steamed bun and meat, squatted on the ground, first ate in small bites, then ate in large gulps, and finally gobbled it up.

"This is the Sword Flower Sect. ”

Hearing that this was actually Jianhua Sect, Du Mu was obviously stunned for a moment, Jianhua Sect is an immortal gate, the residence of immortals, what he thinks about most on weekdays is what the mountain looks like, whether immortals can fly around in the sky, whether the food is delicious and immortal, and he fantasizes that he will be able to go up the mountain to practice one day, but he didn't expect to be really in it now.

"It was Senior Brother Yuan who saved you, he went down the mountain to buy ingredients and encountered heavy rain, and happened to see you lying in a pool of blood when he was sheltering from the rain in the Demon God Temple......"

Du Mu looked at the steamed bun in his hand and was in a daze for a long time. For he hears truly, it is you, not you.

Qiu Shan is indeed uncertain about life and death.

The young man made it clear in two short sentences why he was here. And then there was no follow-up.

Du Mu chewed a few mouthfuls of steamed buns, plucked up his courage, raised his head, and asked, "This immortal ...... Immortal Chief, have you ever seen a child as old as me? ”

The young man smiled: "I'm not an immortal elder, I'm just an ordinary person who takes care of the lives of the true disciples, my name is Lu Renyuan." ”

Du Mu shouted: "Brother Lu." ”

Lu Renyuan said: "Senior Brother Yuan has a good heart. He'll only bring you back. ”

Du Mu heard that this brainless explanation was not an explanation, but he understood what the other party meant. Since Senior Brother Yuan has a good heart, if he can bring back one, of course he can bring back two, since he only brought one back, there are only two reasons: either Qiu Shan is dead, so there is no need for Senior Brother Yuan to bring back a dead person, or Qiu Shan is not at the scene.

Still can't be sure.

"Thank you. Although he didn't get a definite answer, Du Mu still said politely, but he couldn't hold back his tears, and he didn't fight to flow down and drip on the steamed buns.

Lu Renyuan said: "It seems that you care about that friend very much." ”

Du Mu smiled reluctantly. His relationship with Qiu Shan can not be described as a concern.

"You can stay here for the time being, and when you get ready, you can help. Your identity, Senior Brother Yuan, has already been reported, an ordinary handyman. Helping us do some chores and taking care of the disciples of our teachers and uncles is not an easy job. Those guys, pick it up. "Lu people come from afar.

"I'm not afraid of hardship. Du Mu's tone was very firm.

A homeless child who is hungry all day long, guarding the back door of the restaurant every day, waiting to pick up rancid rice and vegetables to eat, and talk about whether he is afraid of hardship. As long as you are given a full meal, you can endure no matter how great the suffering is.

"That's it. Lu Renyuan patted Du Mu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Our job is to bring water to those senior brothers and sisters." Those disciples of the True Tradition practiced day and night, bathing and washing more often than ducks. We are under a lot of pressure. With an extra helper now, it should be a little easier. ”