Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Du Chun shouted in the sky and flew back to the broken house.

As soon as he fell to the ground, Du Chun seemed to have lost all his strength and huddled in the corner of the broken house, where Ye Xiaochuan had been lying before a stick of incense.

She hugged her knees with her hands, buried her head between her knees, and sobbed silently.

Six days have passed since Ye Xiaochuan was thrown out of Samsara Peak by the eight-armed ape. In these six days, Du Chun did not take a moment to rest.

She searched for Ye Xiaochuan in Cangyun Mountain sleeplessly.

She wanted to be the first to find Ye Xiaochuan, so that she could protect him and maybe save his life.

However, Ye Xiaochuan seemed to have evaporated from the world, leaving no trace at all.

Today, Du Chun was a little desperate. He happened to search near his hometown of Langdu Village and came back to take a look.

She was the only person who had close contact with Ye Xiaochuan during the eight years when he was punished.

This abandoned shabby house in Langdu Village holds countless beautiful memories for the two of them.

She knew that the person who took the box from the hidden compartment of the beam was Ye Xiaochuan.

If it were someone staying here, even if they found the box, they would not leave the words "deer meat" on it.

This is a secret between her and Ye Xiaochuan.

No third person will know.

Du Chun is crying.

From the first sobs to the last bursts of crying.

Is it pain?

Is it joy?

Is it despair about the future life?

Or both.

Ye Xiaochuan is still alive!

He is still alive!

As long as Ye Xiaochuan lives, Du Chun will be satisfied.

There is a grave in my heart.

The survivors are buried.

Is there anything more heartbreaking than this?

The giant panda dragged the sledge and wandered along the trail out of the village in the north of Langdu Village, heading into the distance.

This is not an official road paved with gravel. The heavy rain last night made the road muddy, but this kind of road seems to be more suitable for sledge sliding.

After leaving Langdu Village, the old storyteller said: "Miss Xiaolou, this big panda seems to be very close to you. What is its name?"

Yuan Xiaolou sat on the sledge. In order to make the unconscious Ye Xiaochuan more comfortable, he hugged Ye Xiaochuan and pillowed his legs.

Hearing this, she said: "I also call it a big panda." The old storyteller took a sip of fruit wine and said: "There are many big pandas in Bashu. This big panda is not simple. He has developed spiritual intelligence and has a long life." If it lasts for a long time, its bloodline will awaken at any time. Since it is willing to follow you out of the mountain, you should give it a

name. "

Yuan Xiaolou said: "Then let's call him Big Cat."

The voice of the Nightmare Beast sounded: "Vulgar! I can't stand the vulgarity! Change it to another one."

Yuan Xiaolou said: "I don't know what other names there are."

Big Head said: "Little old man, please get one."

The old storyteller thought for a while and said, "It only eats every day. I think it's better to call it Rice Tong. Rice Tong, do you like this name?"

The giant panda understood the human words and immediately shook his head to express dissatisfaction.

The old storyteller said: "That's called attracting wealth and treasure."

The big panda is still not satisfied.

The old storyteller was angry and said: "This great immortal personally named you, and you are still not satisfied? You can choose between earning a living or attracting wealth."

By dusk, the giant panda's name was decided.

big eater.

Except for the old storyteller, no one present was satisfied.

In order to express his dissatisfaction, the giant panda actually protested by kicking his child.

But after the old storyteller threatened, "If you don't like it, I won't give you food," the big panda stopped making trouble.

Adhering to the principle of dealing with bears under the roof and having to bow their heads, I reluctantly agreed to the name.

Most of the day seemed to take quite a long time, but the speed of the rice bucket pulling the sledge was not fast. It was almost dark, and we were only about thirty or forty miles away from Langdu Village.

In a short distance, he encountered at least three hundred cultivators from various sects.

Yuan Xiaolou was quite worried at first, but later he got used to it.

Just like what grandpa said, they were like bears, and they walked past the cultivators who were searching for Ye Xiaochuan in a swaggering manner, but they didn't even notice.

People like myself are really transparent in the eyes of others.

This surprised Yuan Xiaolou. I really want to see the true face of the mysterious monster Nightmare Beast in Lushan whose voice can only be heard but whose form cannot be seen.

The weather was not very good tonight. Although it did not rain, the sky was very gloomy. In order to avoid being soaked in the rain in the middle of the night, the old storyteller rushed to the Chenghuang Temple outside a small town.

Now the old storyteller has experience chasing the rice bucket. He tied a radish to a bamboo pole. The rice bucket wants to eat the radish, so he instinctively runs forward.

It thinks that as long as it takes one or two more steps, it will be able to eat delicious radish.

But the old storyteller was such a bad old man that he didn't let anyone eat him even for an entire afternoon.

The City God's Temple is even more dilapidated than the old house of Du Chun's family, where they slept outdoors yesterday. Most of the roof collapsed and the City God's statue was shattered into pieces.

The old storyteller untied the sledge from the rice bucket and threw it to the carrot that the rice bucket had been chasing for a long time but could not catch.

Then he said: "There is a small town in the north. I will go to the town to grab some medicine for Ye Xiaochuan. Nightmare, please keep an eye on it."

The spiritual power of the Chaos Fruit cannot effectively treat injuries for mortals. It only provides rich spiritual energy, which has a miraculous effect on cultivators, allowing the injured cultivators to quickly restore their true energy.

Ye Xiaochuan is now a useless person, a mortal, with a scattered spiritual energy in his body. For this situation, medicine is more useful.

In the past, Ye Xiaochuan was in a state where he couldn't drink the medicine, and the storyteller planned to wait until Ye Xiaochuan woke up before giving him medicine.

Now it's different. There is a little girl who is willing to sacrifice herself and feed Ye Xiaochuan medicine mouth to mouth, so medicine can be put on the treatment plan in advance.

The storyteller went to the town pharmacy to buy medicine. Yuan Xiaolou cleaned up a small clean area in a corner of the City God Temple, used a few broken door panels as bed boards, took Ye Xiaochuan off the sled, and gently placed him on the door panels.

When he turned around, he saw an ugly little beast with no hair, a huge head, and one black and one white eyeball following behind him.

The little beast stood straight on its two hind legs, and its two front paws held the small wooden box brought out from the broken house.

Yuan Xiaolou was startled at first, and then he felt that the little beast looked very familiar.

Thinking carefully, isn't this the big-eyed little monster that Ye Xiaochuan used to hold in his arms when he was on Samsara Peak?

Yuan Xiaolou once lived in Ye Xiaochuan's yard for a long time and was very familiar with Big Head.

She said in surprise: "Big Head? Aren't you Big Head?"

Big Head said: "You still remember this handsome beast! Hahaha! Familiar!"

Yuan Xiaolou looked around and said: "You are not the first demon beast in the three realms that grandpa said, the nightmare beast that can control people's thoughts?" Big Head said proudly: "It's genuine, ten times the price! I can't see through that fat old man, and I always feel that he is full of secrets. So I have been hiding from him and didn't show up. Now he has gone to get medicine for Ye Xiaochuan, so I will show up and talk to you."