During the autumn harvest season, in the golden fields in Chenxi Village, the breeze gently blows through the heavy rice ears, and a wave of messages from the old man in his seventies sighs at the harvest.

The mature rice should be sickle as soon as possible. The young and strong in the village jumped into the golden rice waves to find their own fields, bent down and busy harvesting this year's harvest. Everyone's face was full of sweat from work, but they could not hide the happiness and joy from the bottom of their hearts.

The man pushed away the golden wheat ears that were taller than his chest, carried his most precious short-handled sickle to the ridge of his own field. He spitted into his palms. He was about to open the sickle and glanced at the rice beside him, and his eyes suddenly shrank. Why has the rice from Huzi's family, which is close to him, been harvested? Just now, what happened in the time when this was just a cigarette?

Another capable man with a naked upper body in the distance laughed and shouted, "Don't look at it, the Huzi family's rice has been cleaned up all of them, so let's take it slowly, it's not comparable!"

Seeing that the Huzi family had only neat rice stubble left, the man touched his naked head and smiled bitterly, but said in admiration: "Be good, I just got off the ground a few days ago, Brother Chang is really good at it."

In the distance, Chang Xi put down the sickle in his hand and sat back on the ridge. The breeze blew across his cheeks, blew the black hair on his forehead without a drop of sweat. Chang Xi clenched his fists on his knees, felt the feedback that had already been returned to 70% or 80%, and smiled with satisfaction. But when recalling the thrilling scene of escaping from death a few days ago, Chang Xi was still in fear.

After all, the finger in the Nascent Soul Realm did not point on his forehead. When the space power in the teleportation array was twisted and closed, Chang Xi even injured the finger of the Nascent Soul Realm's major cultivation. If he had mentioned such "great achievements" to Mo Laoting, Chang Xi believed that he could definitely stuff two roast chicken legs into Mo Lao Zhang's big mouth.

However, the teleportation formation became more and more disordered because of the great power of the Nascent Soul Realm master with anger. I don’t know if it was because it was the first time to use such an evil teleportation formation, or because the teleportation distance was too far and the power of space was drifting with the flow of space. It was so confused that it could not see the reality and reality beside him. It was like a blink of an eye, and it seemed like a long thousand years. When he opened his eyes again, the first thing that caught his eye was Liu Yuan’s twisted and ferocious face!

Chang Xi is not old, but he asks himself that he has been killed for a long time, but it is the first time he has encountered the existence of a cockroach like Liu Yuan. How strong is the Golden Dan Realm? It is enough to see from Liu Yuan, who has only half of his body and half an arm.

When the enemy met, they were very jealous and vowed to separate their lives and death. However, the two had already exhausted their bodies before. They did not have the immortal spirit of cultivators. They fought together like rogues and scoundrels. They grabbed anything at hand and greeted each other.

After all, Liu Yuan's injuries were much worse than Chang Xi. The lower part of his waist was cut off by the force of space. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror. The blood-lost organs and intestines flowed out of the fracture. No matter you are a Jindan cultivator, you will never be able to resist being hollowed out of the internal organs.

Chang Xi naturally would not let the opportunity to beat the water dog to slip away from his fingers. He used the last wisp of weak sword energy in his dantian to gather at his fingertips, cut out a stone's sharp edges and stabbed into Liu Yuan's throat, completing the feat of killing the Golden Pill Realm through a foundation building border across a whole big realm.

But even though the iron-killed body could not withstand the continuous high-intensity battles, the nerves that were always tense as tight as the strings of bent bows suddenly relaxed. Chang Xi used his last force to send Yuehong and Tianhuang who had fallen aside back into the storage bag, and could no longer hold on to the heavy eyelids and fell into darkness.

When he was able to open his eyes again, he found that he was already lying on the bed, an ordinary farmer's home. When he first saw Hu Zi who served him tea and decocted medicine, he couldn't help but smile when he saw his bright eyes full of surprise.

He was sure that this guy who looked like a terrible guy saved him.

Hu Zi's hunting skills were passed down from his father. Hu Zi's father had superb hunting skills and was simple to treat people. That day, when he saw Hu Zi, who should have completed the adult ceremony early and returned to the village, carried back the seriously injured person like a calf. He didn't talk nonsense. That night, he went deep into the dense forest of Mangshan to seek herbs. Even the egg-laying hen at home who was treasured also slaughtered the soup to nourish Chang Xi, who was in bed.

Chang Xi saw all this in his eyes, and there was not much thanks in his mouth. He remembered the warm chicken soup that cleared the oil into his stomach.

"Brother Chang, Brother Chang!"

The cry from afar interrupted his thoughts. Chang Xi turned his head and looked, "Who else could it be if it weren't Hu Zi?"

Hu Zi was holding a wine bag in his hand and ran to the vicinity. He was about to hand the wine bag to Chang Xi, but suddenly he found that the endless golden rice fields were full of labor. His own fields were suddenly shining. When he saw the rice ears neatly piled up under the ridges of the fields, his little mouth opened into a big round, and he competed with what Mo Lao had, and the wine bag in his hand suddenly slid down.

Chang Xi shook his head and smiled, and quickly picked up the wine bag that was taking off his hands. The sound of water splashing in the wine bag was filled with the Chenxi wine brewed by the old men in Chenxi village from mountain spring water. Although it is a local wine produced by small places, it is better because the wine brewing method is authentic and not mixed with water. The cup is clear and the wine is fragrant. Compared with the Zhongming Ding Food in Qingyun Mountain, Chenxi wine can be regarded as a poor wine in remote areas. However, the authentic and mellow part is the most delicious. After just one bite, Chang Xi could no longer forget the soft wine on the tip of his tongue, which made Hu Zi ask for some.

The sweetness enters the throat, and a thread of fire burns into the abdomen. The soft wine that makes people feel comfortable makes all their limbs and bones warm. Before they knew it, the power of the blood sea has recovered a lot. The golden light flashes in the eyes of the golden dragon holding its head in the blood sea.

Hu Zi's eyes were full of excitement. He touched the long sword that Chang Xi gave him on his waist. Although he still didn't know what package Brother Chang was carrying, how could he just turn his hands and take out the sword like a magic trick. However, this did not prevent him from regarding Chang Xi as a master with great martial arts. After all, anyone who saw Chang Xiwu's elegant sword technique would think so.

Hu Zi touched his head and said embarrassedly: "Brother Chang, I have never missed the sword technique you taught me these days. Do you have time to help me see it?"

Chang Xi took another sip and smiled and said, "Give it a look."

Hu Zi nodded excitedly, and the long sword in his hand was dancing as Chang Xi taught him, and it was already quite good. Although his body was still a bit stiff, Hu Zi was a mortal body after all, and it was rare to be valuable to be able to do this. Chang Xi said that Hu Zi's sword technique was not intended to be killing, but to practice shape and mind, and to open up the acupoints of all limbs and bones. If Hu Zi could persist in practicing this sword technique for ten years, without mentioning the slightest anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-anti-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-an-

He pointed out some of Hu Zi's minor problems. After Hu Zi thanked him, he hugged the sword and went to practice the sword happily. He drank one by one in his bag of wine. Although he was not drinking to drown his sorrows, Chang Xi did have troubles at the moment. He had been to Chenxi Village for several days, but he still didn't know where it was. The people in the village only knew that this was Mangshan, but the rest were not known. The most urgent task was to find out where this place was so that he could return to Qingyun Mountain.

Chang Xi remembered Qingxuan, but I wonder if she was okay. When Qingxuan shouted out his name in tears in the teleportation array, Chang Xi couldn't help but cover her cheeks.
Chapter completed!