When the morning sun was rising and the sky was still a little gray, wisps of cooking smoke with a faint smell of rice had already risen from the location of Qingshui Village.

Yang Hao opened his eyes and moved his body slightly, and the feeling of soreness and pain suddenly dissipated.

Today is more than 40 days since Yang Hao came to Qingshui Village, and in the past nearly a month, under the careful treatment of the old village chief and Yang Hao's strong recovery ability comparable to the body of a demonic beast, it would have taken hundreds of days to recuperate for broken muscles and bones, but it was forcibly shortened by more than half.

It only took more than 30 days to walk on the ground and regain the spirit of life.

For Yang Hao's recovery, many villagers who were a little unoptimistic in their hearts were stunned, after all, if ordinary people were so seriously injured, not to mention that even after a long time of recovery, they would definitely be sick for the next period of time.

After his body recovered, in order to show Qingshui Village's help when he was in trouble, Yang Hao was not stingy, and when he handed over some broken spirit stones in his hand to the villagers, the other party looked at these shining stones with some confusion and asked with a blank face.

"What is this?"

Hearing this, Yang Hao was stunned, and immediately thought that the villagers of Sanzhai and Nine Villages rarely had contact with the outside world, and they basically didn't know anything about things like spirit stones, so Yang Hao took back these spirit stones that had no effect in Qingshui Village at all.

After looking around the dilapidated houses in the entire village, Yang Hao decided to renovate the houses of every simple-hearted villager in order to repay his kindness.

Nameless mountains, mountains and rocks are even more. When Yang Hao relied on a pair of fleshy palms alone, carrying a huge stone that was a little reluctant to be hugged by ten people, when he returned to Qingshui Village, this miraculous operation made all the villagers stunned.

"Boom!"

The huge stone was placed lightly on the ground, but even if it was lightly placed, it was such a huge mass that shook the place where Shimizu Village was located out of thin air.

Yang Hao summoned the Nebula Sword and injected spiritual power into the sword, and a strong azure thunder light instantly wrapped around the sword body of the Nebula Pattern, looking like a detonator emitting electric light from a distance.

With a shock of his wrist, the sword light of the Nebula Sword flashed, and the extremely sharp blue light brought bursts of violent fluctuations like a storm.

In front of everyone's eyes, the huge stone that was incomparably solid in common sense was neatly sharpened like a tofu block under the blue sword light.

Under such circumstances, even the villagers who have not seen the outside world can see Yang Hao's extraordinary.

"Brother Yang Hao, come out to eat!"

Xiaocao was barefoot, poking her head out of the door panel, her clear eyes bent into a crescent shape, and smiled at Yang Hao.

Yang Hao liked this lively and cute innocent little girl, nodded with a smile, and followed him to the dining hall.

"That's right, Brother Yang Hao, can you fly!"

"And what the outside world is like!"

"I've heard there's a lot of good food out there, haven't I?"

Xiaocao led the way in front, almost every second there would be a new idea, and in an instant, Yang Hao seemed to be shrouded by a swarm of buzzing bees, and he could only smile bitterly, sometimes shaking his head and sometimes nodding.

It's not a long distance, otherwise maybe Yang Hao will really be made big by this clever and cute little girl.

When I came to the dining room, the old village chief was already seated, with three dishes and one soup on the table, with meat and vegetarian dishes, such a scale was the highest standard in Qingshui Village.

However, in terms of Yang Hao's contribution to the villagers of Qingshui Village these days, this is nothing.

When the old village chief saw Yang Hao coming, a trace of joy flashed over the old man's face, and he immediately pointed his palm to the main seat, and said with a little respect.

"Yang Hao Xiaoyou, please take a seat!"

The old village chief had been out of the Nameless Mountain Range before, and had been a disciple of a small sect in the Southern Regions for several years, so judging from Yang Hao's spiritual power performance a few days ago, it was even much stronger than most of the elders of that small sect.

"Hehe! The village chief doesn't have to be like this, after all, you are my Yang Hao's savior. ”

Yang Hao smiled and gave up the main seat, turned around and sat on the left.

The old village chief's cloudy eyes had a look of satisfaction that was not easy to detect.

"By the way, what kind of sect is Yang Hao's little friend?"

"In the Lower Seven Xuanzong, inner disciples!" Yang Hao said loudly.

"No wonder! No wonder! Since he is a disciple of the Seven Xuan Sect, the first sect in the Southern Regions, it is not strange!" the old village chief sighed.

As the leading overlord sect in the Southern Regions, the strength of his disciples is naturally extremely strong.

"Yang Hao, there is black qi in the old man's eyebrows, and the vitality of his facial features is almost completely withered, and the whole person is surrounded by heavy and dead air. Although his face looks full of blood, in fact, it is a return to the light, it should be that he used some means to forcibly stimulate the body, I estimate that the life span of this old man is only three or five years at most. ”

Hearing this, Yang Hao looked at Boss Bai's words, and sure enough, there was a heavy dead air on his old face.

"Boss Bai, is there any way to solve it?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, whether it is a martial artist or a mortal, if you want to live forever, you can only go to the highest peak of the martial arts. Boss Bai responded indifferently.

"There's really no way?"

After a dull moment, Boss Bai slowly spoke.

"There is a way, but there is a sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice what?"

"Use your aura to pour into his three muscles and nine veins to protect the position of his heart, this method needs to consume too much of your aura, but if it is successful, it will not be a problem to extend him for three years and five years. Boss Bai said slowly.

Yang Hao nodded, looked at the old village chief and said.

"Old village chief, do you have a hidden disease, how does the kid in charge see that your face is a little black?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, his dry lips opened but he didn't make a sound for a long time, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly.

"This was a few years ago, when someone in the village was seriously ill, and the old man happened to be missing an important medicinal herb in his hand, so when he was collecting medicine overnight, he accidentally fell into an extremely powerful miasma poison. ”

Listening to the words of the old village chief, the eyes of the grass on the side turned red. But some crystal tears fell out in an instant.

The old village chief glanced at the grass lovingly, wiped away the tears one by one with his dry palm, and then smiled at the dry smoke gun on the side.

"Little friend, what I smoke every day is not actually tobacco, but a highly poisonous thing called life-sustaining grass. I think my life ....."

Speaking of this, the old village chief sighed and stopped talking.

Although Xiaocao is small, it is also extremely intelligent, and when he heard the meaning of the old village chief's words, tears immediately rained down.

"But, although the old decay will not be there at that time, it is not bad to have my Qingshuizhai villagers to take care of it. ”

"Don't! Where grandpa goes, Xiaocao will go! When grandpa is gone, Xiaocao will not be there. Rubbing his red eyes, tears were dripping from his fingers.

Yang Hao also knew in these days that Xiaocao was not a descendant of the old village chief, but the latter picked it up in a wilderness by chance when he was collecting medicine.

At that time, Xiaocao had no name and was extremely weak, but it was the old village chief and the whole village who worked together to save him.

Xiaocao Xiaocao is taken from the meaning of the endless grassland, hoping that the grass will be tenacious in the future and live well.

Feel the slightly pathetic atmosphere. Yang Hao's eyes were also slightly red, this kind of deep emotion was something that Yang Hao had not experienced for a long time, and immediately took a heavy breath and said in a deep voice.

"The old village chief can be trusted!"

Looking at Yang Hao's extremely serious expression, Xiaocao and the old village chief stopped their sadness, and the latter said with some doubts.

"What does that mean?"

Yang Hao said seriously: "I have a way to help prolong the years for a few years, but the process is extremely painful, I don't know if the old village chief can feel it?"

The old village chief glanced at the tea-stained grass and said with a smile without too much consideration.

"Since the old decay still has the opportunity to accompany Xiaocao for a few years, then what's the hardship to bear!

Yang Hao nodded slowly, sent Xiaocao out of the house, and told the latter that no matter what happened. Never let anyone in.

With a very reluctant look. glanced at the old village chief and Yang Hao, and then the little head clicked a few times and then spread his feet, ran out of the room and guarded the door, muttering in a milky voice.

"No one is allowed to go in, no one is allowed to go in!"

.......

The nameless mountain range, in the village leaning against the mountain rock on one side, should have been an incomparably peaceful atmosphere, but at this moment, it was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood, and this extremely condensed blood gas even turned into layers of continuous fog shrouded down.

Immediately after that, there was a faint sound of a blade cutting through his neck, and he looked into the depths of the village.

There were hundreds of corpses stacked on top of each other, endless blood flowing down it, old men, children, men and women, stumps, severed arms, everything that was creepy.

This feeling is like purgatory on earth, with endless painful expressions on countless faces.

It was as if he had suffered great pain before he died.

All the scarlet blood flowed in one direction, and in that direction stood more than a dozen figures.

Those figures were covered with blood-colored clothes, thick fingers and bloody spears, their faces were as sharp as ice, and the murderous aura seemed to solidify the air.

But at this moment, their eyes were reverently cast on an old man in a blood robe not far away.

I saw this old man in a blood robe, with a strange red bead in his open palm, sucking the blood of all the dead people.

The heavy river-like blood was absorbed by the red bead, and a strange black pattern seemed to appear out of thin air, suddenly imprinted on the bead's body.

After a moment, the blood was completely absorbed, and the blood-colored old man frowned and said angrily in an extremely impatient tone.

"How is it a bead of blood, it seems that this blood is still too little!"

With a flick of his sleeves, the old man in the blood robe rose into the sky with a bloody light, leaving a cold shout.

"Hurry up, wipe out the few remaining villages!"