Chapter 12 Someone wants to demolish the Stove God

After the general's hill was only half a mile away from the thatched hut at the entrance of Dingjun Village, Dongfang Huan led Su Xingxiong to the thatched hut, first returned to his place and recovered his body, and then picked up a piece of wood from one end of the bed board that was one inch thick, two inches wide and three inches long, and the front of the front was carved with a frame, the middle was blank, and the back was carved full of auspicious cloud patterns.

Dongfang Huan picked up the carving knife and carved three words in the middle of the wood chip: Su Xingxiong.

Then he gritted his teeth and urged Fu Zhao in his mind, Fu Zhao released a crimson light, and the twenty-three golden fortunes suspended on it flew out to Dongfang Huan's fingertips.

Dongfang Huan called Su Xingxiong's name, Su Xingxiong responded, Dongfang Huan flicked his fingers, and the golden Fu bullet fell into the latter's black foggy body, and then Su Xingxiong's foggy body was released, like magma tumbling and exploding, releasing a dazzling light, and after a while, the fog-like body disappeared, and Su Xingxiong's burly body was naked ~ standing in front of Dongfang Huan's eyes.

Looking carefully, Su Xingxiong shaved his hair and shawl, thick eyebrows and big eyes, blazing and square, and felt righteous at a glance.

Unlike before, Su Xingxiong's forehead had a golden needle-like mark erected all the way.

This mark is called the "Zhengtian Seal", and it is a means that the person who is planted cannot disobey the person who is planted, which is a common means of submission in the Heavenly Court in the past.

"What a strong man!" Dongfang Huan was quite satisfied, gritted his teeth, and took out twelve points of merit from the remaining twenty-two points of merit quite painfully, and sealed his hands, and the golden merit formed a golden mark like a text on Dongfang Huan's fingertips.

"Su Xingxiong. Dongfang Huan said.

When Su Xingxiong heard this name, he only felt that his forehead was hot, his head was confused, and a sense of awe was born from his heart, and he involuntarily knelt down on Dongfang Huan on the bed.

"Now, the deity Chiming Stove God, Efenger is the Yellow Turban Warrior under the seat. ”

Dongfang Huan's hands with seals were raised, and the golden marks on his fingertips fell on the naked~ naked Su Xingxiong, and suddenly, a few yellow lights flashed on Su Xingxiong's body, his hair was wrapped in a yellow cloth full of black talismans, he was wearing a yellow power suit, and he had a pair of black boots on a white background on his feet.

"Get up. ”

Hearing the voice, Su Xingxiong's body trembled, stood up, looked at his hands, touched his body, and supported his forehead, his face was overjoyed.

"Don't be too happy, the deity uses divine power to restore your human form, but your cultivation is still out of the body realm, and you want to recover on your own for the time being. You are the deity Yellow Turban Warrior, and you have your own divine power to flicker, even if you don't reach the realm of day travel, you are not afraid of the sun. Tell the deity, what kind of blade do you have in your hand?"

Su Xingxiong was happy, Dongfang Huan was even happier, his twelve points of fortune were really not in vain.

"The last general...... Oh no, his subordinate used to be the deputy commander of the Iron-Faced Wolf Banner Army, specializing in scouts, and good at bows and arrows and throwing knives. After a pause, Su Xingxiong's eyes widened, and he said incredulously: "My lord, you can have Yin Qi condense the blade!"

Yin energy, yang energy, sunlight, moonlight, cold energy, water element, fire element, etc., in the hands of people with high cultivation, accumulated and absorbed over time, can be condensed into a blade or magic weapon - the so-called magic weapon, can be big and small, swallowing clouds and spitting fog almost omnipotent, although the effect is different, but how can it be made of ordinary things?

Su Xingxiong has been a ghost for many years, and he only knows a little, and after death, his soul is empty, and his soul is clean.

If it is really red, the stripes will go, so they will not be able to have a blade after death.

If he had a blade, wouldn't it be easy for him to fight a wolf that was almost as powerful as himself with the ability of the deputy commander of the Iron-faced Wolf Banner Army?

So at this moment, when I heard that the god of the stove could give me a blade, I was really overjoyed.

"If you don't have a bow and arrow, what kind of flying knife do you want?" Dongfang Huan simply let go in order to have a powerful subordinate.

Giving the Yellow Turban Force Soldier Blade, no matter how simple it is, as long as it is condensed with Fu, he often does this, and the biggest advantage of the condensed blade is that it will not be broken as one with the Yellow Turban Force, even if it is destroyed, it only needs the Yellow Turban Forceman to slowly recuperate, and it will recover, the disadvantage is that there is no magic weapon effect, and it is just an ordinary weapon in the mortal world.

"The flying knife used by his subordinates is three inches long and one inch wide, and it is cut up and down. ”

Dongfang Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and simply gathered the remaining ten points of merit into a small knife in his hand.

Su Xingxiong saw the golden light in the hand held by the Stove God, and when the light was weak, he spread his hand, and saw a black gold-edged knife three inches long and one inch wide, with blades up and down, appearing in the palm of the Stove God.

It wasn't until Dongfang Huan's cough sounded that he woke up like a big dream and realized that he had just lost his temper.

At this time, a distant rooster crow came, and Dongfang Huan pointed to Su Xingxiong and pointed to the sign engraved with his name and said, "In the future, you will live in this divine card and slowly recover your cultivation." ”

Su Xingxiong answered, turned into a yellow light, and drilled into the brand.

Dongfang Huan, who was tired all night, didn't fall asleep until dawn, after all, he had experienced a lot this night, and he was out of his body, and he consumed his wishing power, and he consumed all the long-term merits he had accumulated.

That...... That's it.

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Dongfang Huan didn't know how much the village had changed during the time he was cultivating.

The source of all its changes is because of the last evil attack on the village.

During this time, some people left the village and went to relatives, and the better ones went to the county, and the bad ones looked for other villages, but no matter what, those counties and townships were blessed by the gods.

Of course, in a poor and remote place like Dingjun Village, there are only two or three families who can really go out.

The rest is still the same, the village chief has to take responsibility, and he has to come up with ideas to solve the problem that he may not know the next evil attack, and he is annoyed by a young man.

"Ergouzi, are you rushing to the county?"

Early in the morning, the second dog rushed out with the goods, and at a glance he knew that he was going to the market to sell things.

Hearing Grandma Li's question, Ergouzi temporarily put down his burden and said: "Don't go, there is a market in our Daqing Township today, Anyang County is too far away, and at noon, the market is scattered, and I can't come back." How...... What are you?"

Before Ergouzi finished speaking, Grandma Li took out some money and wheat cakes and handed them to him, but Ergouzi didn't dare to take them.

Grandma Li stuffed the things into the burden of the second dog: "Take it, grandma begs you something." ”

The second dog was also refreshing: "What's the matter, let's talk about it." ”

"Grandma's Son......"

"You mean Uncle Tie Niu?"

"Yes, you can help grandma bring a letter, meet him when she goes to the village, and let him come back and lie down. ”

"Okay!" the second dog responded, picked up the burden and walked, secretly saying that Grandma Li must have been frightened by the evil some time ago, and wanted her butcher's son to pick her up. Alas, yes, if you have a rich relative, you don't want to live in this Dingjun Village, the last time you came to make a fuss, you died, and the next time you come again, I'm afraid the village will be turned upside down.

Not long after, Li Tieniu, who worked as a butcher in Daqing Township, returned.

As soon as he came back, he brought a lot of meat to his fellow villagers and neighbors, and he could buy everyone in the village with a smile.

With this meat, this year's Chinese New Year will be much better.

What was surprising was that it didn't take long for Li Tieniu to take a sledgehammer and run angrily to the thatched house at the entrance of the village, threatening to tear down the thatched house and let all the ghosts show their original form.