Ten Thousand Paths to Becoming a God

"There is no problem with the subordinates here. The subordinates will immediately send people to Zhuyuan Village." Zhao Qing nodded, and Yang Lei was not worried about him.

“Qingnan Town and Zhuyuan Town, our Taishan Summit has always been concerned, you have to deal with it. If one day you leave, then you will tell your successor. If there is a problem in these two towns, then the head will not have to. "Mo Chen looked at Zhao Qing and confessed again."

After explaining it, the four people left the city government and drove the flying monsters, and they moved toward Zhuyuan Village.

Tiannan City to Zhuyuan Village, the four people used to go to Zhuyuan Village in less than a day.

When the four flying monsters stopped at the entrance to the village, the villages rang the whistle, and then many people rushed out. There were men, women and children, each with weapons in their hands.

"Don't start, everyone, it's me!" The villagers who saw Zhuyuan Village rushed to the night and screamed.

"Stop!" shouted in the old cockroach in the crowd.

The nightingale went to the old body and succumbed to it. "Daddy, I am back."

"Night, you are back, the medicine valley is not smooth?" said the old frowning frown.

"Smooth, these are my brothers and sisters, the monster is our flying animal, no danger." The nightingale said to the villagers around the ancient hustle and bustle.

The ancient donkey swayed at the surrounding villagers, and then returned to his bamboo building with the nightingale and Qingji, and let Aunt Lin arrange the meals.

"The very peaceful village, very quaint villagers." Yang Lei looked at the busy villagers and said with some emotion.

"Yes, the villagers are very enthusiastic, there is no intrigue, I like it." Qing Ji also said.

The nightingale and the ancient pipa said what happened in the past few months, and told the ancient ancestors that Zhuyuan Village will be included in the shelter area by the medicine valley, which will be built into Zhuyuan Town.

"Great, so our Zhuyuan Village is not afraid of the attack of the beast." Ancient 爹 said excitedly.

"Daddy, Zhuyuan Town is not Zhuyuan Village." Qing Ji said with a smile on the side of the old slang.

"Several adults, the nightingale is still not very sensible, but also you need to bother." Ancient 爹 said to Qing Ji several people.

"Daddy, where is the story! Nightingale is our younger brother. It is appropriate to take care of him. Don't call us adults. Just call our name. My name is Qing Ji. This is my nine sister Yang Lei. The younger brother, Mo Chen." Qing Ji said to the ancient pipa.

With the chat, Aunt Lin and others prepared the food, and also baked a few pheasants. Uncle Niu also sent a few altars.

"Six sisters, nine sisters, twelve brothers, Niu Dashu wine has a hand, I love to drink, every time I go out hunting, I have to bring the uncle's wine." Nightingale opened the wine jar to Qing Ji The man fell.

"Thirteen, when you got started, the brothers didn't catch up. This bowl of wine is a late congratulation, come on!" Mo Chen slammed the wine bowl at the night, and then drank it.

The nightingale nodded to Mo, and also drunk the wine.

Although he did not communicate with Mo Chen, but from Mo Chen’s pursuit of Luo Sihai and everything he did to Guanye’s family, he knew that he was a person with a strong sense of righteousness.

"Cough! I am also a veteran of the wine, this wine is strong enough, thirteen, you see that your drink is good, our brothers continue." Mo Chen was addicted after drinking a bowl.

"The younger brother of course is accompanying." The nightingale smiled and said.

"Eleven, the sister reminded you, drink it as much as you like, don't have other thoughts, drink this aspect, your eight brothers are willing to go down to the thirteen." Qing Ji said with a smile.

"Oh... I just drink it with Thirteen, where there are other ideas, I am not as insidious as the eight brothers." Mo Chen said with a smile.

"Sisters, you can taste the roast chicken made by Aunt Lin. The taste is absolutely not to be said. The eleventh brothers are free to drink. After we return to Taifeng Peak, there are too many opportunities for drinking." Nightingale said with a smile.

"Master does not let you close the door to practice? Can you drink?" Mo dust looked at the nightingale somewhat strangely. He remembered that when he got started, it was a miserable. Besides cultivation is cultivation, there is no chance to drink.

"Thirteen is much better than when we got started. The Master did not impose any restrictions. The main reason is that the thirteenth also strives for enthusiasm. When the 13th entry is the third layer of refining, you see that it is now in the middle of the seven layers of refining. How?" Yang Lei said to the strange Mo.

"Night, how do you refine the seven layers?" The ancient 爹 did not repair, can not find the repair of the nightingale, listened to Yang Lei's words very shocked.

"Yes old man, after I went out, I met a few good people. They taught me how to use the simple method of gas gathering. When I went to the medicine valley, I cultivated to the third floor of the refining gas." The night nodded and said nod. .

"It’s only been more than three months. I know that you are not a simple child. You have the opportunity not to forget to investigate your life.” The old man took a deep breath and said.

"I will, I will go to the two relatives for a glass of wine." The nightingale touched the jade of the neck and got up and walked behind the bamboo house.

Looking at Qing Ji and Mo Zhen's incomprehensible eyes, the ancient 爹 said the night owl.

"Thirteen of the cultivation of talent did not say that this is related to the family's inheritance and blood, this will let the 13 slowly check." Qing Ji said.

Standing in front of the tombstone, the nightingale gave a glass of wine to both tombs. "I will work hard to cultivate. I will find out who you are from me in the future. No matter who you are, I will avenge you."

Looking at the tombstone, the nightingale once again touched the scars of his waist ribs. If it weren't for the tomb, this scar might be in the heart.

Standing for a while, the nightingale returned to the yard and the ancient 爹 and Mo Dian, Uncle Niu and others to drink.

The villagers in Zhuyuan Village are happy for the nightingale. They also know that the fate of Zhuyuan Village is about to change. They are all very happy.

"Night, you are the pride of our Zhuyuan Village. If there is anything outside of the future, if there is anything unsatisfactory, come back." Uncle Niu looked at the nightingale and said that he drank a lot.

The nightingale can only nod suddenly, everything in Zhuyuan Village is in his memory. When he was a child, he was naughty and ran in the village to run in the west, but none of them yelled at him and yelled at him. Every family gave him his family. warm.

This wine has been drinking until midnight, and Qing Ji and Yang Lei went to the nightingale's room to rest. Uncle Niu took Mo Chen to his house to rest, and the night went to the old room.

I talked to the ancient 爹 for more than an hour, the ancient 爹 想 I want to know everything about the nightingale, and finally because he drank a little more to fall asleep.

After waking up, the nightingale first habitually punched in the yard. After Qing Ji and Yang Lei got up, the nightingale gave the two people a face wash.

"Six teachers look at it! Or 13 know how to be considerate, other younger brothers, who gave us a face wash?" Yang Lei said while washing his face.

"Nine sisters, without the people behind the arrangement, I don't have this opportunity." Mo Chen appeared, today's Mo Chen and yesterday are completely different, wake up and wake up, the dust is refreshing, the decadent state swept away air.

"You are washing my feet, I am not rare." Yang Lei stunned Mo, and said disdainfully.