"Ayuan, what's the matter to come to me?" Cheng Mingyuan took Chengyuan to a shade of a tree and asked with a smile.

Apart from Huo Dao, the only one in Chengjiazhuang knew that Cheng Yuan had become a celestial being.

This is the second god in Chengjiazhuang in the past thirty years, representing the future of Chengjiazhuang. Cheng Mingyuan naturally attaches great importance to it.

"Class leader, I broke the knife..." Cheng Yuan smiled bitterly and took out the broken blade from behind.

Cheng Mingyuan was stunned when he looked at the broken knife in Cheng Yuan's hand, and suddenly smiled: "I remembered that you have the true source of heaven and man, and an ordinary knife could not bear the full strength."

Cheng Yuan smiled embarrassedly.

In fact, the knife in his hand is quite good, it was made by the Chengjiazhuang blacksmith.

After all, it was used by my own tribe. The materials are good iron and the forging is very careful. The capital alone costs seven or eight taels of silver.

However, after a long period of use, especially after fighting with the ghost corpse that Chen Erleiyi turned into, this knife has suffered a lot of hidden injuries.

As a result, Cheng Yuan was obsessed with the true source of heaven and man and directly shocked it.

Cheng Yuan suddenly remembered and asked, "How is Sister Xiaoshuang? Are Uncle Cheng Liu and the others okay?"

Cheng Shuang is the sister of Cheng Erlei. Uncle Cheng Liu is Cheng Erlei's father.

"Oh." Cheng Mingyuan sighed: "Xiao Shuang, the child, saw his own brother turning into a ghost corpse and being killed, and was stimulated a lot."

"However, over time, it will always get better." Cheng Mingyuan's tone was a little helpless.

Cheng Yuan was also a little sad. In this world full of unknown terror, such things happened too much, and even made people numb.

"Okay, let's not talk about this."

Cheng Mingyuan said to Cheng Yuan: "Now, ordinary knives are no longer enough for you. Let's do it. Come with me to the warehouse and get a good knives."

A good knife?

Cheng Yuan suddenly became a little expectant and followed Cheng Mingyuan all the way to Zhuangzi's warehouse.

Kara.

Cheng Mingyuan opened the door, and the entire warehouse was paved with bluestone bricks about feet square on the ground, which were extremely regular and cleaned without a trace of dust.

Although it has been closed, the warehouse is quite dry and not a trace of coldness and darkness.

The warehouse is quite wide, with various weapons, materials, animal skins or debris placed in different categories. As for grain, it is specially stored in a granary.

On the left wall of the warehouse, there were several large dry boxes placed. Cheng Mingyuan walked over directly, opened the lock of one of the boxes with the key, and lifted it up: "Come and choose one!"

Cheng Yuan's eyes were a little shiny and he came to the box.

The entire box was filled with hay, and there were three cold-ghosted knives.

The style of the knife is slightly different, but the length of the blade is roughly about three feet, the longest is three feet and two inches, the shortest is two feet and nine inches, the blade is slightly thick, the cold light is deep, and it looks quite solid.

Cheng Yuan directly grabbed the longest knife, and it felt much heavier than the machete that Chengjiazhuang had made before.

"This is a dark knife made by the Beacon Record in Youhe County. Each one is worth about 200 taels of silver."

Cheng Mingyuan said proudly: "This dark knife is mixed with a lot of precious materials. It is solid and heavy than ordinary iron castings. Even if it is used to chop mountain ghosts, it will not be easily damaged."

A hazy golden light lit up on Cheng Yuan's arm, which directly penetrated into the dark knife, but there was no trembling sound of using an ordinary machete before.

The trembling sound was a sign that the machete was not good enough and exceeded the limit of tolerance.

Swish ~!

Cheng Yuan slashed out with one sword, so fast that even Cheng Mingyuan, the internal martial artist, did not see clearly, leaving only a golden knife mark that slowly disappeared in his sight.

"Good knife! Very good!" Cheng Yuan held the hilt of the knife in one hand and stroked the cold blazer's restrained blade with the other hand, unable to let go of it.

"This knife belongs to you!" Cheng Mingyuan looked at Cheng Yuan and said with a smile.

Cheng Yuan was happy and hesitant, and said, "Class leader, I can't afford to give the silver from this dark knife for the time being."

He didn't think about letting his clan give him a knife of two hundred taels of silver for free.

You should know that even though Chengjiazhuang is a little brave, the savings in the clan are saved by ironwork, farming, hunting, etc. Although two hundred taels of silver can be easily taken out, it is not in line with the rules.

"Haha!" Cheng Mingyuan looked at Cheng Yuan and smiled: "No matter how much you care about the clan, you can't let a celestial being who has only been out of thirty years with a broken machete."

"You don't have to care about this mere two hundred taels. You know, after becoming a god, you want to make money? That's easy. But you haven't gotten into those things yet. When Lord Huo takes you to Youhe County, you will know."

Although Cheng Mingyuan said this, Cheng Yuan's words still made him feel relieved. After all, Cheng Yuan has become a celestial being and still cares about Zhuangzi very much.

"Okay, when I earn the silver, I will return the money from the Seongshen Knife to the village." Since the old patriarch said this, and Cheng Yuan was really reluctant to part with the treasure knife in his hand, he gritted his teeth and said to Cheng Mingyuan.

"Let's go." Cheng Mingyuan patted Cheng Yuan's shoulder with a smile and walked out of the warehouse.

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evening.

The sun gradually sets westward, leaving only the red clouds in the sky, and the darkness gradually covers the earth.

In the distance, beasts howl, desolate and weird.

In the wilderness outside Chengjia Village, the evening night wind blows by, and there is a faint cold and yin aura.

Scream! Scream!

A terrifyingly fast figure flashed and moved in the open space, and a series of shiny sword lights left afterimages around, slashing out screams.

"Hmph!" Cheng Yuan practiced the sword until his heightened sword, and he couldn't help but give his all. The true source of heaven and man in his body flowed into the deep sword in his hand.

Swish ~!

A dazzling golden sword light flashed in the dim wilderness, with a shocking beauty.

Under the dark sky.

Cheng Yuan put away his knife and stood in the desolate wilderness with a relaxed heart. He closed his eyes and relaxed his whole body. His whole body emitted a hazy golden light.

"System." Cheng Yuan thought.

"Name: Cheng Yuan

Realm: Heavenly Man

Technique: "Thirteen Styles of Li Dao" (perfect)

"Huantian Zhenyuan Method"

"The Nine Pictures of True Source"

Root method: Pain (Yin Ming)

The power of pain: two drops (0/1000)”

Looking at his attribute panel, Cheng Yuan frowned slightly.

Since the day before yesterday, in the woodshed, somehow, the system seems to have undergone a strange change.

In the Root Method column, the word "Yin Ming" appears after the original word "pain".

Moreover, the most important point is that he cannot continue to gain the power of pain.

No matter what method Cheng Yuan tried or what kind of pain it caused, the system never obtained any pain value.

"Is it because I became a celestial being that the system is useless? Or did the ghost corpse poison on that day cause damage to the system? Or did it mutate?"

Cheng Yuan thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

Due to the changes in the system, Cheng Yuan now only has two drops of pain, but he dare not use it.

If the system is really disabled from now on, then these two drops of pain will be his last trump card.

"Forget it, go back first." Cheng Yuan shook his head, and then he noticed that it was almost completely dark.

He walked quickly and entered Chengjiazhuang directly.

Hula.

Cheng Yuan pushed open the door of the house, and Aunt Zhao Xiaohe had already set up most of the table for meals, and Uncle Cheng Yongyuan and sister Cheng Yu were also sitting next to the table.

"Brother!" Seeing Cheng Yuan come back, Cheng Yu shouted with some joy.

Cheng Yuan laughed, turned around and closed the door, hurriedly came to the table to sit, and touched Cheng Yuruoshun's head: "What are you doing when I do, you can eat first."

"What are you saying? The family has to divide the order of eating?" Zhao Xiaohe glanced at him and handed over the chopsticks: "You are injured. You will have to go to Youhe County to participate in the trial of Tianyusi in a few days. It won't work without replenishing your body."

"This is chicken soup stewed with ginseng, which is specially made for you. Eat quickly." As he said that, Aunt San pushed a large bowl of stewed chicken in front of Cheng Yuan, and the aroma came to his nose.

"Hehe, it's been a long time ago. Do you think I'm weak?" Cheng Yuan smelled the aroma of chicken soup, swallowed, took the bowls of his sister, uncle and aunt, scooped in a few large spoons of chicken soup and chicken, and placed the remaining part in front of him: "I have eaten this ginseng and these chicken myself."

"You kid, why do you eat as little as cats and dogs in the past two days?" Uncle San scolded unhappily.

Cheng Yuan started to eat with a smile.

It’s not his fault. He only had to eat one Jingyuan Pill every day in the past two days, and he felt energetic and full of energy, without any hunger.

Moreover, this essence pill can save time for eating, excreting, and digesting, and free up more time to practice. It is really a first-class good thing.

What's more, if you only rely on ordinary meals, you will have to eat hundreds of kilograms of bread and more than ten kilograms of meat, so the third uncle's family can't afford it.

However, although Jingyuan Pill is good, Cheng Yuan felt a little painful when he thought of eating one pill every day, he would be twenty taels of white silver.

"I owed Brother Huo one thousand taels of silver and two hundred taels of silver in the clan." Cheng Yuan lamented in his heart, feeling deep poverty.

Although Huo Dao and Cheng Mingyuan both said that after becoming a celestial being, this amount of money is nothing at all and can be easily earned, at least Cheng Yuan was panicked before he saw the solution.
Chapter completed!