Immortal and Demon Cultivation

This rain was so heavy that it seemed to have accumulated all the rain from the past month or so, and poured it all down tonight, as if the sky wanted this Milky Way water to wash away the ugliness in the world.

The dilapidated mud house in Langdu Village had been crumbling in the wind and rain for decades. The old storyteller spent the whole night worried about whether the dilapidated house would collapse.

Broken House's perseverance was something his old man never expected.

The broken house is like a warrior standing here, once again withstanding the test of wind and rain without collapsing.

To be honest, the old storyteller's cooking skills were not bad. He chopped up the bacon and mixed it with millet to make porridge. The taste was not as bad as expected.

After waking up, Yuan Xiaolou ate two bowls one after another, and his mental and physical strength improved significantly.

As for Ye Xiaochuan, he was still unable to eat as usual. The old storyteller could only use the red fruit found in Ye Xiaochuan's empty bracelet, cut off two small pieces, and turned it into juice. Half of the juice was fed to Yuan Xiaolou, and the other half was fed to Ye Xiaochuan.

Then, he put most of the remaining red fruit into his arms.

The old storyteller only discovered Ye Xiaochuan's empty bracelet the night before yesterday.

Speaking of this matter, the old storyteller became angry.

It was all my fault. I wanted to save some energy by tricking the big panda into working as a coolie to pull the sledge.

No idea, giant pandas will always be giant pandas. No matter what era they are in, they only have three greatest skills.

eat.

Acting cute.

Be cute while eating.

In addition to these three skills, the giant panda has no other skills.

On the second day after leaving the valley, the giant panda ate all the dry food the old storyteller carried.

Once this national treasure is hungry, he will stop working.

In desperation, the old storyteller had to find all the magic weapons stored in Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou.

There was not a grain of rice in Yuan Xiaolou's storage bag. Except for some girls' clothes, the pair of killer magic weapons were the most valuable.

But even the big panda can't gnaw at the trump card made of cold iron.

So the old storyteller could only place his hope on Ye Xiaochuan's storage bracelet, hoping to find something to eat for the giant panda.

When the old storyteller opened Ye Xiaochuan's empty bracelet, he was stunned.

In the huge space, there are countless magic weapons neatly stacked, the lowest ones are treasure-level magic weapons, and there are as many as 20,000 swords.

In addition, there are many spiritual weapons and artifacts.

Even the old storyteller found the Xuantian Sect's divine weapon Xuanyuan Divine Sword in Ye Xiaochuan's empty bracelet, as well as the Xuantie Order that commands the heroes of the world.

Not to mention the old storyteller, even the nightmare beast at that time was confused.

Is this kid still a human?

No.

He is not human.

He is a moving treasure house!

Not counting those high-level magic weapons, the more than 20,000 treasures and spiritual weapons alone can make any cultivation force in the Three Realms jealous!

If all these mid-to-high-level magic weapons were equipped on cultivators, more than 20,000 people would be the enemy's most terrifying nightmare.

The old storyteller opened another storage bracelet on Ye Xiaochuan, which was given to Ye Xiaochuan by the eight-armed ape before he died. There was nothing to eat in it, but it was also a magic weapon, plus a bunch of fruit wine.

The eight-armed ape has accumulated a lot of magic weapons over the years, but most of them are not of high grade and are not well preserved. Many of the magic weapons are already rusty.

However, the old storyteller still found many treasures, spiritual weapons, and even more than ten artifact-level magic weapons from the eight-armed ape's pile of magic weapons.

The old storyteller was the most knowledgeable and experienced person in the world. He immediately recognized that the magic weapons in this storage bracelet were almost all lost in the battle of Cangyun Mountain more than 800 years ago.

The old storyteller was not interested in these magic weapons, but he was very interested in the fruit wine in the storage bracelet.

After cooking Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou, he found a rainproof place, took out a bamboo tube containing fruit wine, and drank it sip by sip.

He has no psychological pressure.

I can't take care of these two injured patients for free, so these fruit wines should be regarded as my own nursing expenses.

"Old man, don't eat alone, give me a tube!"

The voice of the big head sounded deep in the soul of the old storyteller.

The old storyteller was a little reluctant, but he still took out a bamboo tube from Xiaotu's storage bracelet and threw it aside.

Then, the bamboo tube disappeared.

The old storyteller said: "There isn't much fruit wine in this storage bracelet. If you drink one tube, you will lose one tube. You should save yourself. I will give you a barrel in five days." The big head said: "Who are you trying to fool? I am What a nightmare! I can enter and leave the four-dimensional space at will, how could I not sense the things in that storage bracelet? There are at least five hundred bamboo tubes filled with fruit wine, and the two of us can do it every day.

One bamboo tube can last for half a year. "

The old storyteller said: "I discovered this wine. You have been hiding it all day long, and you refused to tell me stories about the past, so I won't let you drink it."

Big Head said: "Yes, yes, I will show up after Ye Xiaochuan wakes up. That's alright."

Not long after eating the meat porridge and drinking the Chaos Fruit juice, Yuan Xiaolou fell asleep again.

This time he was asleep, not unconscious.

Early the next morning, Yuan Xiaolou woke up sniffling.

The rain has stopped, but the house is still damp and there is some water.

The old storyteller lit a fire and cooked food in a dry place.

It was the bacon porridge from last night. When the lid of the pot was lifted, the aroma overflowed.

Yuan Xiaolou woke up just because she smelled the meat.

Unlike Ye Xiaochuan, her cultivation was not wasted, and her inner essence would flow autonomously. After waking up, her blood and qi flowed smoothly, and she recovered very quickly.

She had a hard time talking last night, but she could stand up when she woke up this morning.

The giant panda saw that Yuan Xiaolou had woken up, so it came over happily and rubbed its head against Yuan Xiaolou.

Yuan Xiaolou gently stroked the giant panda, looked around, and said, "I thought last night was a dream."

The storyteller laughed and said, "Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. In fact, each of us lives in a dream. You woke up just in time and can have breakfast. You are just healed from your injuries and need to take supplements."

He served Yuan Xiaolou a large bowl of bacon porridge, and Yuan Xiaolou was not polite. He drank two sips with a spoon, and felt it was a little hot, so he put it aside.

"I remember I died and entered the underworld. It was you and Mr. Hua who brought me back to life."

The storyteller laughed and said, "I am just a handyman. It was Mr. Hua who saved you. How is it? Is the underworld fun? How is it different from the human world?"

Yuan Xiaolou tried to recall and shook his head and said, "I only remember that there were many ghosts and I followed them. The rest of my memories are very vague." The storyteller said, "It's okay if you can't remember. After all, you came back from the gate of hell. That's the underworld, the Asura hell, which is not a good place. If you remember it clearly, you will have nightmares every day."