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Since Du Heng started practicing, he felt that he had become good at pretending to be dead and taking a beating. After deciding on the mental method he wanted to practice, the first thing he did every morning when he woke up was to sit on the ridge of the field and practice.

He could not absorb much spiritual energy at the moment, and the spiritual energy could only run in his body for a few hours at most. He could only wake up with a foul smell.

In the northeast corner of the field, near the northwest wall of Xuan Yu's house, there is a pond surrounded by spiritual bamboo. This is a handful of clear spring water that Xuan Yu brought from home. The water is paved with white pebbles and can only accommodate two or three people to bathe in it.

Du Heng had gotten used to jumping into the spring water as soon as he opened his eyes. Every time he washed away the dirt on his body, the spiritual spring water would turn black. Fortunately, the spiritual spring water was running water, otherwise the pool of water would have been turned into a stinking puddle sooner or later.

What Du Heng couldn't stand more than his own dirtiness was Wen Qiong's transformation. Wen Qiong was such a lively and cheerful girl at the beginning, and Du Heng always thought she was a dedicated and responsible master. But as time went by, Wen Qiong gradually revealed her true nature. Du Heng was beaten with bamboo these days, but he also had to be beaten by Wen Qiong.

Wen Qiong's temper was really bad. Du Heng had a vague premonition before, and it turned out that it was Wen Qiong's temper. This guy was extremely irritable. If Du Heng didn't understand something she explained once or twice, she would scold him the third time.

Du Heng felt that Wen Qiong's beatings were more painful than Pei Zhu's. He felt dizzy several times and his body involuntarily used the turtle breathing technique to avoid being hurt. Wen Qiong had gone from a good teacher and helpful friend to a venomous snake and beast. Du Heng couldn't help but tremble in his legs when he saw her face.

Du Heng soaked in the spiritual spring water and sighed: "Such a good girl, why is she so violent? Is it because I have done too badly recently? She didn't beat me so hard last month?"

Jing Nan's voice came from above Du Heng's head: "That's because you couldn't fight last month."

Du Heng looked up and saw Jing Nan lying on the wall of Xuan Yu's house. He was leisurely cracking melon seeds. "You didn't build your foundation last month. If she accidentally beat you to death, wouldn't that bring trouble to herself?"

Du Heng's mouth froze: "Jing Nan, what are you talking about?"

Jing Nan looked at Du Heng sympathetically: "It doesn't really make any difference. Last month, Wen Qiong just used Pei Zhu to punish you, but this month she did it herself. But don't worry, she's very sensible and won't beat you to death."

Du Heng's tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Jing Nan, can I ask, does Wen Qiong have any problem with me? Why is she so cruel to me?"

Jing Nan was cracking melon seeds and glanced at Du Heng. "You should be happy to receive guidance from Wen Qiong. Every time she beats you, your body's toughness will go up a level. There are so many people in the cultivation world lining up to ask her to beat them. She is doing her best to teach you, so you should be content."

Du Heng touched the bump on his head that was left by Wen Qiong, and he could only swallow the bitterness.

Wen Qiong beat him fiercely, and Pei Zhu also beat him fiercely. Du Heng was beaten unconscious several times, and only survived because his body automatically breathed. Du Heng repeated the process of spell tempering and Pei Zhu's body strengthening every day, and occasionally enjoyed the loving education from Wen Qiong.

He was so miserable. Du Heng buried his head in the spiritual spring water. Is there any cultivator in the world more miserable than him?

However, under this devilish practice, Du Heng did feel that something was different about himself.

First of all, his spiritual sense, when he first started to build his foundation, he could only release it a distance of one or two feet. Now he stood at the gate of Xuanyu's courtyard and could see the situation at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

The second problem is his health. When he first arrived in the village, he had to struggle to move heavy objects. Now he can easily carry a load of 100 kilograms and run dozens of laps in the valley.

The second thing is his spiritual energy. The biggest change was in his spiritual energy. His spiritual energy had always been loose. Before, Wen Qiong asked him to condense his spiritual energy to replace his hands to stir the stuffing, and he loosely conjured up two ropes. But now, he can finally condense a pair of chopsticks with his spiritual energy! What a gratifying progress!

However, he knew that there was a huge gap between his spiritual energy and that of Wen Qiong and the others. Let's put it this way, his spiritual energy was as soft as tofu, while the spiritual energy of Wen Qiong and the others was as indestructible as a solid wall of iron.

Du Heng climbed out of the spiritual spring, put on his outer robe and stretched his muscles.

His spiritual consciousness sank into his Dantian and took a look. He saw patches of light blue spiritual energy bands appearing in his Dantian. It is said that when the spiritual energy accumulates into liquid state, it can be prepared for forming a pill.

His consciousness followed the meridians to his purple mansion, where the round, green seed had now taken deep root. Its rhizome had grown very long, and it was growing much taller with the round seed on top.

Wen Qiong said that as his cultivation level gradually improves, the seeds will gradually grow.

At the beginning of his practice, he thought that his life spirit plant grew out of his body and would emerge to help him resist the enemy when he encountered danger. But now he understood that his understanding was not entirely correct.

For a cultivator of his level, it would be extremely time-consuming and laborious to cultivate a complete plant in his Purple Palace. Perhaps when he reaches the Infant stage, there will only be a small bamboo forest in his Purple Palace. If such a bamboo forest is to be used to resist external enemies at a critical moment, not to mention the strength of the attack, even Du Heng may not be willing to do so.

After he collected bamboo as his life spirit plant, he could put bamboo in his spirit-raising bag. Bamboo raised in the soil could multiply infinitely as long as there was spiritual energy. When he was in danger, his affinity with bamboo allowed him to control and command bamboo to protect him.

This is the true way to use the natal spirit plant! The scene he imagined before, where a wave of his hand would release tens of millions of bamboos... It's not that it can't be achieved, but when it is achieved, I'm afraid he will have become a powerful person who can call the wind and rain.

Du Heng gathered his clothes and walked towards the yard. His daily routine was very regular now. He got up early to make breakfast, started practicing after breakfast, made lunch and ate lunch at noon, continued practicing in the afternoon, and went to Peizhulin to be beaten in the evening. If he was awake after the beating, he would make dinner. If he accidentally fainted, he would open his eyes and start practicing the next day.

The sound of birds chirping came to his ears. Du Heng looked at the village where the spring atmosphere was getting stronger day by day. The breath of spring was getting stronger. However, he had no chance to see the spring this year. He should think about how to avoid being beaten to death by Wen Qiong and Pei Zhu.

After walking two steps, Du Heng saw Wen Qiong coming towards him. To be honest, seeing Wen Qiong's face now, Du Heng couldn't help but shiver. He took the initiative to greet him: "Master, I have finished my morning practice."

Wen Qiong smiled with two dimples: "Very good, now the practice is going more smoothly. But the time you stayed in Peizhu Forest is still too short, and I think your physical strength is still too poor. I just discussed with Master Xuan and the others, and starting today, let's add a body-tempering project in the afternoon!"

Du Heng's eyes went dark, and he heard his own trembling voice asking, "Master, how do you want to torture me again?"

Wen Qiong said earnestly: "How can you say the word 'trouble'? You must know that only those who endure the most hardships can become the best. Cultivation is a process of going against the will of heaven. How can you go against the will of heaven without fighting against it? Come on, disciple. Your master is rooting for you."

Wen Qiong was holding a storage bag in her hand. Du Heng trembled a little: "What is this?"

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "Don't worry about the seeds. I, the master, don't expect you to become a powerful cultivator. As long as you are just okay, it's fine. Collect these seeds and spread them evenly in the spiritual field."

Du Heng was a little confused: "That's it?"

It's different from what he thought? How can sowing seeds be considered cultivation?

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "Just go ahead and spread it. By the way, spread it evenly."

Du Heng poured out the seeds from the storage bag and saw that they were only as big as a needle head, and there were thousands of seeds in a handful. He asked curiously, "What kind of seeds are these?"

Wen Qiong said, "Go and sow the seeds of the spiritual plants first."

Du Heng was quite obedient. He nodded and said, "Okay, Master. I'll go make lunch after I'm done."

Wen Qiong looked at Du Heng with a smile: "Spread it evenly."

Du Heng happily sowed the seeds and then made lunch according to the routine. After he was full, Wen Qiong wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go, disciple, let's practice."

Du Heng had doubts in his mind, but he said nothing. When he walked to the field where he had just sown the seeds, his eyes went dark. He saw that the spiritual field, which was still black in the morning, was full of emerald green weeds. These weeds crawled on the ground, with long and thin leaves, and the field looked green at a glance.

Jing Nan said: "This thing is called "Rooting", and it has extremely strong vitality. Once there is a plant of this thing in a spiritual field, it will quickly spread to all the spiritual fields. The roots of this thing are brittle and will break if touched. Even if only a small leaf falls into the soil, it will take root and sprout again. Friendly reminder, this thing has a strong ability to grip the ground, and it takes a lot of effort to pull it out."

Wen Qiong said: "So your next practice is to remove the roots in the spiritual field. For you now, the only way to remove this kind of spiritual plant is to attach your spiritual energy to it, make sure it is completely covered, and then pull it up with force."

Wen Qiong handed Du Heng a storage bag and said, "Put the weeds you pulled out in this bag and destroy them together. You have to be quick. If you pull the weeds out faster than they grow, you'll be in trouble."

Du Heng felt that it was getting dark, and ten thousand alpacas were running through his mind.

Were Wen Qiong and the others really not torturing him? They asked him to sow seeds, and now they asked him to weed? Apart from anything else, it would take him three days and three nights to weed these eight small spiritual fields, right?

Du Heng looked at Xuan Yu for help, and Xuan Yu gave him an encouraging look.

Du Heng has no desire in life. What he wants is not encouragement, but help, big brother! !

He walked to the spiritual field, bent down, and reached out to touch a grass. The slender grass stem was only one foot above the ground. Tender roots grew on each section of the grass stem, and if too much force was applied, the roots would break.

Du Heng saw that the roots he accidentally dropped on the ground had grown into thin spiritual plants of the same type. This thing was really as troublesome as Wen Qiong and the others said.

He attached his spiritual energy to a blade of grass. Only then did he realize how difficult it was to completely cover a weed with spiritual energy.

If you use too much spiritual energy, you can cover the weeds, but it is extremely laborious. If you use too little spiritual energy, the spiritual energy on the surface of the weeds will be mottled, and if a little bit of the root falls to the ground, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

But after such a long period of practice, he still managed to cover the weed well. The weed covered a three-foot area on the soil, but underneath the soil, its roots grabbed at least one cubic meter of soil.

He grabbed the part of the weed close to the soil and tried to pull it out, but he underestimated the spiritual plant and overestimated his own strength. He pulled several times, but the weed didn't move at all!

He used all his strength to pull out the weed, and with a crisp sound, his spiritual energy cut the weed off at the root. He held a handful of weeds in his hand and fell backwards in the field.

Du Heng finally understood what Wen Qiong meant by body training. This was indeed body training. Pulling weeds was more strenuous than lifting weights!

Du Heng watched helplessly as the grass he had just pulled out grew lushly again. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Du Heng looked at Wen Qiong with a bitter face: "Master, I can't pull it out. I think this task is unlikely to be completed, right?"

Wen Qiong smiled gently and said, "Be a real man, don't always say it's impossible! You have to remember that everything is possible! Watch me carefully! See how your master uses spiritual energy."

Wen Qiong bent down and held a spiritual plant, and warm spiritual energy spread from her hands. Du Heng felt the spiritual energy gently enveloping the entire spiritual plant.

Wen Qiong lightly lifted her wrist, and a spiritual plant with its roots was brought out of the ground. The yellow-white roots were five times larger than the spiritual plant above, and there was not a trace of soil on them!

What Du Heng thought was impossible, Wen Qiong accomplished easily!

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Wen Qiong looked at Du Heng with a smile: "Did you see what I did?"

Du Heng smiled awkwardly and said shamelessly, "Master, you were too fast just now. Can you go slower this time? Let me see more clearly."

Wen Qiong took a deep breath and smiled: "Okay, you have to watch carefully this time." So far, Wen Qiong still looked good-tempered.

But when Du Heng still couldn't see her movements clearly, Wen Qiong stepped forward and slapped Du Heng on the head: "How many times have I told you! Look carefully! Are your eyes meant for venting anger?!"

In the spiritual field, Du Heng was beaten by Wen Qiong, holding his head and crying. The pitiful look made the three big monsters beside the ridge sigh in unison: "Fortunately, Wen Qiong came. If it were us, we really couldn't do it."

Xiaoxiao chirped twice with deep understanding. Du Heng was really too stupid. He couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

As a result, Du Heng lay in the spiritual plant field for a long time, but he didn't pull out a single plant. Would he say such a thing? That evening, he had to go to Pei Bamboo Forest to endure the blow. Du Heng understood Xiaoxiao in the sound of bamboo snapping. No wonder Xiaoxiao ran away from home.

He also wanted to run away from home.

Du Heng, with a bruised face and nose, sat on the bed and let Xuan Yu help him apply medicine. Today, he was in a daze in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo poles tore his skin, which looked bloody. This level of injury requires auxiliary external medicine. Fortunately, the medicine Jing Nan made is very effective. If you apply it today, the scar will not be visible tomorrow.

Du Heng was a little frustrated. He asked Xuan Yu depressedly: "Xuan Yu, am I stupid?"

Xuan Yu's fingers were stained with powder, and he was carefully applying it to Du Heng's back. Du Heng's chest and back were densely covered with scars from being beaten, and Xuan Yu's eyes were filled with pity.

Hearing Du Heng say this, Xuan Yu comforted him slowly: "No, you are not stupid, you just don't know how to do it right now."

Du Heng turned his head in confusion: "Why can't I get the method? Wasn't the method I'm practicing now chosen by everyone and Master? Is it because I haven't figured out the real method of using it?"

Xuan Yu looked at Du Heng deeply: "Don't worry, your current cultivation speed is already very fast, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Cultivation is not only dependent on others' guidance, but also on your own perception."

Du Heng looked at the night pearl above his head in frustration: "I'm very stupid. I often failed math before. Other boys could pass the math test steadily, but I couldn't even copy the passing score."

Du Heng sighed and said, "Forget it. Why think about these things when you have time? The right thing to do is to calm down and practice well. I'll go pull weeds tomorrow!"

Du Heng rolled into the quilt with the smell of medicine all over his body. Xuan Yu placed the ointment on the bedside table. He rustled into the quilt and hugged Du Heng from behind: "Does it still hurt?"

Du Heng asked in a low voice: "Much better, it's a little itchy, can you scratch it for me?"

When the wound heals quickly, it will itch a little. The pain is bearable, but the itch makes it impossible to fall asleep. Du Heng's arms are short, and there are many places on his back that he cannot reach.

But even if he could, Xuan Yu would not let him scratch her. He scratched her with his claws without any hesitation, leaving several red marks on her back, and sometimes even tore the healing wounds and made them bleed.

Xuan Yu stretched out his hand and brushed Du Heng's back. Strangely enough, the itchy wound that Du Heng felt suddenly calmed down after Xuan Yu brushed it. Du Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "What would I do if you weren't here?"

Xuan Yu said slowly: "As long as you don't leave, I will always be by your side."

Du Heng fell asleep humming and moaning, and his dreams were filled with weeds that broke at the slightest touch. He was so anxious that he almost cried, and just when he felt like he was about to cry, he saw a green tail appear in the weeds.

The tail looked like a fish's tail or a snake's tail. It swept in front of his eyes, and the weeds on the ground blossomed into gorgeous flowers. Du Heng's dream was full of blooming flowers, and the petals fluttered and dazzled his eyes. Du Heng watched Xuan Yu approaching through the petals.

In the second half of the night, Du Heng reached out and touched it, and almost cried. It's never going to end? Why are the spring dreams so strong recently? Is it because spring has arrived? That's fine, but why is the other protagonist Xuan Yu? ?

Du Heng felt that he should not continue to sleep with Xuan Yu. What if one night in his dream he became beastly and did something to the pure and innocent Xuan Yu? He would then have no choice but to hang himself on a tree at the entrance of the village.

The spring breeze was getting warmer and warmer, and the weeds in the field were growing taller and taller. They were so tender that they were juicy when pinched. When Du Heng was pulling out the weeds, he even thought darkly that it would be nice if such tender grass could be eaten. As a result, he pulled out a handful of weeds and took a bite. It was so bitter that he burst into tears. This is what Coptis chinensis water is all about!

Before long, Du Heng's eight spiritual fields were filled with weeds. As soon as Du Heng pulled them out, tender shoots sprouted out where he walked. Du Heng was so angry that his nose was crooked, but he had no way to deal with it. Every day when he practiced in the green spiritual fields, he had a bitter taste in his mouth and nose.

Xiaoxiao squatted beside Du Heng and sighed heavily. I don't know when the lively Xiaoxiao became silent. Du Heng opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoxiao, and then the two of them sighed without saying a word.

Du Heng hugged Xiaoxiao and said helplessly: "Xiaoxiao, why can my master pull up the weeds so easily, but I can't do it? Is it because I am not strong enough? Or is it because my spiritual energy is not strong enough to wrap around the weeds?"

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao broke free from Du Heng's embrace, walked to the field and grabbed a weed. Xiaoxiao raised his head and pulled out the weed wrapped in golden spiritual energy. Xiaoxiao's movements were so fast that it seemed like catching a bug, not pulling out weeds at all.

Du Heng was stunned. In terms of strength, he was no less powerful than Xiaoxiao. Xiaoxiao's spiritual root was damaged, so he couldn't accumulate much spiritual energy in his body, so the spiritual energy in his body must be not as good as his current one. Then why could Xiaoxiao do it, but he couldn't?

Du Heng sat on the ridge of the field with his chin in his hand, looking thoughtful. Xiao Xiao chirped at Du Heng. It was obvious that he had a lot to say to Du Heng, but Du Heng's bird language was not good enough, so he couldn't understand it very well.

Xuan Yu's voice came from the side: "Xiao Xiao said that your problem lies in the control of your spiritual energy. You think that the separated spiritual energy is dead, and you don't regard your spiritual energy as your own."

Du Heng was puzzled: "Why don't you consider it as my thing? Didn't I share the spiritual energy?"

Xiaoxiao chirped at Du Heng twice in a serious tone, and Xuan Yu translated: "Xiaoxiao said that your spiritual energy will not move. You just separated them and did not connect with them."

Du Heng was stunned for a moment, but after a while he suddenly remembered something. He jumped up from the ridge and said, "Yes! That's right!"

He had a misunderstanding all along. He thought that spiritual energy could be used as a weapon. The more spiritual energy accumulated, the higher the cultivation level of the cultivator. He tried his best to absorb spiritual energy and compress it into the energy belt in his dantian, but he felt that the backlog was over and he never thought about how to use it.

Even when he was pulling out the weeds, the spiritual energy he separated was the remaining spiritual energy in his meridians, and he never considered calling up the spiritual energy in his dantian.

There was a green light flashing in Du Heng's eyes. He took a deep breath and grasped the trunk of a weed close to the ground.

Wen Qiong and others were standing on the ridge of the field. Wen Qiong was very pleased: "You are quicker than I thought."

Feng Gui chuckled and said, "Although it was taught by my useless nephew, it is good to be able to help him open his mind."

Jing Nan said leisurely: "You are obviously worried that if he delays any further, the food will be eaten up, right?"

Du Heng's hand slowly moved upwards, his consciousness entered the weeds in his hand, and the spiritual energy evenly wrapped the weeds. At this moment, Du Heng felt that he had become the weed, his roots loosened the soil and floated toward the ground, without the need for his hands to exert much force. The spiritual energy and consciousness worked together, and Du Heng felt his spiritual energy surging wildly.

The spiritual energy in his meridians and in his Dantian circulated back and forth, and he couldn't help but practice the mind method. Before, when practicing the mind method, he could only sit on the ridge of the field, but now he can practice the mind method while pulling weeds!

Perhaps Du Heng did not realize that this was a huge improvement. It proved that he could apply the mind method to his life from now on!

At this moment, Du Heng was holding a complete weed in his hand. He did not break its roots and stems. After pulling it out of the ground, no new weeds emerged from the ground!

He pulled out the first weed! He was so excited that he grabbed the spiritual plant and held it up to everyone standing outside the field: "I pulled it out!! I pulled it out!!"

The demon cultivators and human cultivators who were watching smiled. Wen Qiong's eyes turned red. She smiled and said, "How silly. But I must admit that he is smarter than all my disciples."

Jing Nan responded: "Yeah, that's my temper. It will never get better in my lifetime."

Xuan Yu said: "I think he has a good temper. There are too many people in the world who have fame and gain written all over their faces. I would rather he could always be happy and satisfied for a small thing, and I don't want him to be devoured by desire."

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Du Heng's enthusiasm for cultivation increased greatly. At the beginning, he could only pull out a limited number of weeds, maybe one in a stick of incense. But as he became more and more skilled, his speed became faster and faster.

His practice became smoother and smoother. After his mind method was activated, the spiritual energy washed over his body, and the filth that washed out was not as much as at the beginning. He stayed in the Peizhu Forest for longer and longer, and the scars on his body became fewer and fewer.

The temperature was rising, and the peach trees at the foot of Nanshan Mountain were in full bloom, looking like pink clouds from afar. Du Heng looked at the almanac and realized that the Waking of Insects had passed and the Spring Equinox was approaching.

Most of this year's spring has passed, and in this spring, he has also become a monk who has formally started practicing.

The only regret was that he had missed a lot of delicious food during his cultivation. The shepherd's purse in the field had already bloomed white flowers, but it was too old to be eaten.

Fortunately, the amaranth and other plants have emerged, and after a spring rain, the fields have become green in different shades, dotted with colorful flowers. You can smell the scent of spring with a deep breath.

It rained last night, and it hasn't stopped yet. Wen Qiong kindly gave Du Heng a day off: "Your practice progress has been smooth recently, take a day off today. Adjust your mood and find your own rhythm."

Du Heng was wondering in his heart: "How can there be rhythm in cultivation? It's not like singing."

No matter what, it's always good to have a holiday. Du Heng looked at the refrigerator. There were not many dishes left in the refrigerator, and Xiaoxiao's snacks also needed to be replenished. Du Heng planned to spend a day making something delicious for himself.

Xuan Yu said slowly: "The snow at the foot of Nanshan Mountain has melted. Do you want to go over there and take a look? There may be some edible wild vegetables on the mountain..."

Before Xuan Yu finished speaking, Du Heng nodded: "Go, go, go!" He had been weeding in the spiritual field next to him for some time. Although the grass was still sparse now, it no longer posed a threat.

He just wanted to go out for a walk and find something delicious to eat!

Hearing that Du Heng was going to the foot of Nanshan Mountain, Xiaoxiao and his little followers wanted to go with him. It was raining outside, and if these furry little guys went out together, they would definitely be soaked when they came back.

However, they were so enthusiastic that Xiaoxiao almost rolled on the ground. Du Heng could only put him and Nianniansuisui in the backpack and cover them with a piece of oil paper so that they would not get wet.

Du Heng went out with a backpack and a small white umbrella, and in front of him walked Xuan Yu who was also holding an umbrella. In the hazy rain, the backs of the two people soon became two small dots swaying between the ridges of the field.

Jing Nan looked at Wen Qiong with his hands in his pockets. He said with a smile, "I was just planning to ask you to give Du Heng a day off today, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to let him rest."

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "He has high qualifications and talents, so he should be rewarded and encouraged appropriately. I think I can let him go after staying for a while longer."

Feng Gui looked at Wen Qiong and said, "If there is not much to do in the sect, then go back slowly. It is annoying to see those people. It is not as comfortable as being in the village."

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "Yes, what Feng Jun said is right. But I am in that position and I can't do anything about it. If I don't go back for a few months, it will cause a stir in the sect, but I am afraid that the other sects will do something."

Feng Gui sighed, "That's right, but our friendship with you cannot be discovered by them. Otherwise, there will always be people who are interested in making trouble, and we don't know what will happen when the news spreads."

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "I will stay in the village until May, and then I will go back. It is now mid-February, and there are still more than two months. By the time I leave, Du Heng should be able to find his own way of cultivation."

Jing Nan looked at Tanaka's back with his hands in his pockets: "I don't know whether this guy is lucky or unlucky. He didn't have the right to choose at all and was pushed away by us."

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "How many people in the world can be cared for by so many people like him? I think he is lucky."

Du Heng had no idea what Jing Nan and the others said after he left. He walked on the path holding an umbrella. The raindrops fell on the oil-paper umbrella, making a rustling sound. The spring rain was like this, moistening people little by little, neither slow nor fast.

Xiaoxiao and the others were squatting in the backpack, and Du Heng heard the three of them chirping quietly. He looked at Xuanyu's back. They were also walking on the path, but he was walking a little awkwardly, while Xuanyu seemed to be taking a stroll. His back was straight, and each step was about the same distance.

Du Heng lowered his head and walked along Xuan Yu's footsteps. Wherever Xuan Yu walked, his footprints would be left on the grass. Du Heng followed behind him playfully, and Xuan Yu suddenly stopped, and Du Heng's umbrella hit Xuan Yu's umbrella.

With a scratching sound, a large cut appeared on Du Heng's small white umbrella. Du Heng felt distressed: "Ouch, it's broken."

The umbrella Yun Zhonghe gave him had a big hole in it before he even used it. Back then, Yun Zhonghe and he jumped down the mountain with the Thousand Machine Umbrella and the umbrella didn't break, but it ended up breaking when it hit Jing Nan's umbrella. It can only be said that it is worthy of being Jing Nan's ancestral umbrella, it is really powerful.

Du Heng fiddled with his umbrella: "I don't know if it can be fixed."

Xuan Yu held the umbrella above his head and said, "Why don't we put it away first and ask the weapon refiner there to repair it next time we go to Wan Workshop."

Du Heng could only fold up the umbrella and stuff it into his storage bag. Xuan Yu reached out and took the backpack from his back and put it on his back. He handed the umbrella to Du Heng and said, "I'll carry Xiaoxiao and the others. You hold the umbrella."

Du Heng responded. He felt the umbrella in his hand expand outwards twice, but the weight in his hand did not increase.

Du Heng tilted his umbrella towards Xuan Yu, and the two of them were getting closer and closer to Nanshan. The last time he came to Nanshan, it was not long after Du Heng arrived in the village. At that time, the road was blocked by snow, and it was all thanks to Xuan Yu's guidance. This time, the land under Nanshan lost the cover of snow and revealed its original appearance.

There is a fruit forest at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, which should be planted by Jingnan. The peach blossoms in the forest are in full bloom this season, and the pink clouds Du Heng saw at home are what the peach forest looks like after it blooms. When he came near the peach forest, he found that the red in the forest was deep and light, and there was more than one kind of peach tree in bloom.

In the peach forest there were still some dead grasses that had been flattened by frost and snow last year. A layer of new life had sprouted from under the dead grasses. Among the weeds there were tiny garlics, patches of orchids, and more were colorful spiritual plants that Du Heng did not recognize.

Outside the peach forest, there was the sound of a gurgling stream. Du Heng extended his spiritual sense to take a look and was a little surprised: "Hey? There is a stream here?"

When he came here last year, he only saw a vast expanse of white. Now, a stone river about two or three feet wide has appeared at the foot of the South Mountain. Pebbles of all sizes are scattered randomly in the river, and clear streams flow from west to east between the stones. In some places where the water flows together, you can see groups of chopstick-sized fish swimming in the water.

Xuan Yu said: "When the snow melts, the riverbed will be exposed. Do you want to cross the river and take a look?"

Du Heng looked across the river. There were large and small stones in the black mud on the river bank, and many spiritual plants grew between the stones. The most eye-catching of them was the green ferns, which had just popped their heads out and had not yet had time to spread their leaves.

Du Heng nodded repeatedly: "Go, go! Go and pick bracken!"

Xuan Yu took Du Heng and easily jumped over a few stones in the river. When Du Heng reached the other side of the river, he was surprised to find that he had actually followed Xuan Yu's steps!

If it were in the past, he would have fallen into the river and couldn't even climb out. Du Heng was overjoyed: "Xuan Yu, look, I'm coming!"

Xuan Yu stood on the other side with a smile on his face: "Yes, you are already a very powerful cultivator now. Congratulations!"

Du Heng looked up at the Thousand Machine Umbrella in his hand. He never dreamed that one day he would be able to fly up like the protagonists on TV!

After crossing the river, Du Heng handed the umbrella to Xuan Yu: "It's not convenient to pick bracken with an umbrella. I'll pick them for a while."

Xuan Yu actually put away the umbrella, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and he drew a pattern on his heart. Seeing Du Heng looking at him in surprise, Xuan Yu stretched out his hand and drew a pattern on Du Heng's chest: "This is a formation to avoid rain. With this formation, you won't get wet in the rain. I can also help you pick bracken for a while."

Du Heng narrowed his eyes: "Thank you Xuan Yu!"

Xuan Yu looked at Du Heng deeply: "You're welcome." There were turbulent waves in Xuan Yu's eyes, and he felt that his patience was about to reach its limit.

At this time, Xiaoxiao and the chicks flew out of the basket, and Xiaoxiao chirped a few words to Du Heng. Du Heng didn't understand what he was saying, but at this time he heard the sound of Xiao Wonton chirping behind him.

He turned around and saw that Xiao Wonton had missed a step while crossing the river and had rolled off a rock into the river. Now he was rushing eastward along the current.

The wet wonton was fished out of the river by Du Heng and his companions. Xuan Yu tapped it and its fur immediately dried up.

Du Heng held the trembling little Wonton in his arms and apologized profusely, "I'm sorry, we were so busy with ourselves that we didn't notice you. Our little Wonton has been wronged."

Du Heng held the little wonton and rubbed it, and the little wonton became happy again. It took the opportunity to lick Du Heng's chin several times. It had grown up, and one of its bites even reached Du Heng's lips.

Du Heng put the wonton down. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Kittens and puppies are like this. They especially like to lick people. Really..."

Xuan Yu said slowly: "It's okay, the dogs at home are cleaner than those outside."

Xiaoxiao and the others stared at the happy little wonton in silence, and then looked at the silly Du Heng. The three little chickens chirped heavily, such a stupid person, sooner or later he would be sold out.

The author has something to say: Du Heng: I am considering sleeping separately from Xuan Yu, and sleeping with Xiao Wonton and Xiao Xiao at night from now on.

Xiaoxiao: Chirp, chirp... [Actually, there is no change]

Student Du has begun to realize his dependence on Xuan Yu and his uniqueness, but the cute girl with a round face and big eyes was squeezed out of Du Heng's mind by the scheming Lao Long.