Deng Duxiu carried a bag, carried more than a dozen pieces of broken silver from the night disaster, and wrapped the silver snake sword in his waist, and went down the mountain straight down.

After going down Xiaocang Mountain, he walked west along the Han River, and passed through Chengguan Town. At noon, he saw the city gate tower in Hanyang County.

Suddenly, a ray of dust rose from Deng Duxiu's feet, and he still walked slowly, but the dust fell on the spot and was captured by him with his spiritual power.

This is a minor magic technique, called Yanchen Technique, which is used to prevent tracking.

The small tricks obtained in his previous life are just suitable for his current ministry.

Since he had captured Xiaocang Mountain, he always felt that someone had fallen behind him. Since he had followed him to Hanyang County, he felt it was necessary to make a confirmation.

Without much effort, Deng Duxiu confirmed his guess.

"This is a ghost!"

Deng Duxiu guessed that this must be the beginning and end of Hong Cheng, because the two poisonous snakes behind him were followed by Xiaocang Mountain.

He didn't want to take the trouble home and implicate his mother.

But at this time, if he didn't go home, he had nowhere to go. He fled rashly, and would have forced Hong Cheng to take a vengeance.

He could only stalk and stalk towards the city gate.

When the setting sun spreads over the light white alley, he saw the yellow short pear wood gate of his home. Several clusters of iris in front of the door were swaying in the evening breeze of the setting sun.

With a creak, he pushed open the door.

A beautiful woman with a graceful temperament was sitting on a shabby rattan chair, sewing a new sheepskin robe. The afterglow of the sunset was sprinkled on her body, and the years were quiet.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the beautiful woman raised her head and stood up rubbing the ground. The joy in her eyes exploded with the sunshine. The bamboo basket on her knees turned over, and the needle and thread were spread all over the floor.

Deng Duxiu stepped forward quickly, hugged the beautiful woman tightly, and tears broke through, "Mom, I'm back."

This beautiful woman is his mother Liu.

After careful calculation, he hasn't called "mother" for too long.

Before going to Baiyun Temple, he was too lazy to scream and felt that his mother was the most annoying.

After he was desperate, he wanted to scream again, but he had no chance.

"Xiu'er, you, what's wrong with you? But where is it uncomfortable?"

Liu knew that Deng Duxiu had a tough personality and precious tears. Seeing him crying at this moment, he felt very distressed and kept stroking his back.

Deng Duxiu wiped his tears, "Mom, I'm fine, I just haven't seen her for a long time, and I miss her a little."

"You kid, how old you are, you are still crying. Haven't you eaten? Cuihe, Cuihe, the young master is back. Come to the kitchen to help me..."

Liu was so happy that nothing made her happier than her son's return.

A 16 or 17-year-old girl ran out of the west wing, and she was Cuihe, the only maid from the Deng family.

The Deng family was not well-off and could barely live, so they would not have had a maid.

Cuihe was sold to Hanyang County by human teeth. She had a high fever. Seeing that the human teeth were mostly unable to be saved, she threw them at the door of the Deng family’s street and was rescued by Liu. Since then, she has been kept at home.

When it gets bigger, Cuihe can help you sew and repair it at home, wash it and rinse it.

When Deng Duxiu was studying, Cuihe and Liu depended on each other for their lives.

"Hello, Master."

Cui He blessed Deng Duxiu with a blessing, his eyes a little scared.

On weekdays, Deng Duxiu was full of thoughts about practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal, becoming famous all over the world, not being close to Liu, and even calling Cuihe.

"Great Cuihe."

Deng Duxiu smiled back, and he was once again, everything in this yard made him extremely friendly.

"ah!"

The green lotus flower was faded, as if she was licked by a toad, her skirt danced and rushed into the kitchen.

In the evening, the Toad Master forced Cui He, who was trembling, to sit down at the table, had dinner with his mother, and said a while again. It was not until the second day that Deng Duxiu returned to the room.

Soon, Liu struggled to bring a foot basin filled with hot water and put it down next to Deng Duxiu's bed.

She first put her fingers into the basin, frowned slightly, raised her hand and looked at it. Her fingers were covered with thick calluses and could not test the water temperature.

Then, she lifted up her sleeves, put the tender flesh on her wrists into the basin, raised her face and smiled, "Take off the socks."

Deng Duxiu couldn't help but his eyes turned red again. Since childhood, his mother had been washing his feet, and he never felt anything was wrong.

Until one day, he never saw his mother again, and no one in the world regarded him as a supreme treasure, he knew what he had lost.

Deng Duxiu suddenly stood up and helped Liu to the bed. "She has been a mother who has washed her son's feet since she was a child. Today, she has changed her son to wash her feet."

Liu suddenly burst into tears, folded his hands together, praying repeatedly, but thanked Bishop Baiyun Guanguan for his good reason.

Deng Duxiu was unwilling to defeat her mother's pleasure, so she thanked Li Mufeng.

He washed Liu's feet sincerely, and then sent Liu back to the room to serve her to lie down, then turned back to his room.

He sat down at the desk, his brows gradually locked.

When he was reunited with his mother, he didn't want his mother to see the worry, but he knew that the current situation was quite sinister.

If he was the only one, he would have a method to fight for a bloody path.

But there was a mother in between, and he had to be very cautious.

He used the Yanchen technique to investigate and track him, and followed him to his doorstep before leaving. Now the cat may be peeping at that place.

"No matter what, it's always a hard truth to improve your strength."

Deng Duxiu gritted his teeth secretly.

Now that the Zhenhuanzhu is in the dormant period, it takes a process to restart.

The path of cultivation is temporarily unavailable, so practicing martial arts is the inevitable choice.

As I said, in the initial stage of cultivation, the strength of martial arts is much stronger than that of the cultivator.

In his previous life, after he was relieved of the secret prison, he also gave up his cultivation and turned to a martial arts practice.

This is a last resort. In order to survive, he can only choose the path of quickly expanding his strength.

As for why we cannot practice fellow immortal martial arts.

Just because there is an iron rule in the world: Immortal martial arts cannot be practiced together!

After all, practicing immortality and martial arts are taking two different paths.

What I want to cultivate immortals is that I use heaven and earth to help my body, attract the spirit of heaven and earth into my body, temper my spirit, strengthen my spiritual consciousness, and thus achieve the expansion of my soul.

What I want to cultivate martial arts is to "can achieve the soul with sincerity", that is, to use the strength of the body to promote the growth of the soul.

Judging from the results, the cultivation of immortals and martial arts will lead to the same journey. In the end, all you seek is to grow your soul, transcend your life, survive the tribulation and live a life of freedom.

Seeing the same request, you can walk faster with two legs.

But the deterioration lies in the fact that the spirit of heaven and earth obtained by cultivating immortals belongs to the extreme yin, and the qi and blood strengthened by cultivating martial arts belongs to the stubborn yang.

The extreme yin and the fierce yang cancel each other out, as if ice and charcoal cannot be used in the same furnace.
Chapter completed!