Dark tomb.
It was exactly the same as he remembered, the dried-up corpse sitting in the middle without any change.
“I thought it would be the same as leeks.”
Chen Luo took his hand away from the mummy brother's head, with a slightly regretful expression. The brain in this tomb had been taken away by him, and no one was born again. After that, Chen Luo went to the other side of the tomb he had been to before, and found the same result.
A brain that has been taken away will not be restored.
Because the brains of these two bodies did not disappear, but were instead housed in him.
After confirming that he could not refresh the brain of the mummy brother repeatedly, Chen Luo walked to the edge of the tomb with a little regret. The last time he came here, Chen Luo found a way to enter the second tomb and replenished the brain of the mummy brother. This time he came back to collect at least ten. This is a long-term plan. Chen Luo plans to study it carefully here and learn the array patterns in the tomb.
"Let's go back to Yue first."
Returning to the previous platform, Chen Luo followed the former tomb passage back to the outside world.
The fake tomb above was the same as Chen Luo remembered, except that it was covered with more dust. The lid of the sarcophagus was tilted on top of the coffin, with one side supporting the coffin and the other side buried deep in the soil. The surface of the coffin was covered with green moss, and some insects were breeding on it.
The air in the room was turbid, and judging from the smell, no one had been here for a long time.
The desolate wilderness.
Tenant Lao Li was plowing the land here with his son Li Erhe. In front, the old ox was pulling the plow hard, and behind, Lao Li was constantly telling his son what to pay attention to when turning the land.
"You can't plow the land well with brute force. You have to use cleverness and let the oxen pull the plow. Only in this way can the soil you turn over be active and the seeds you plant survive."
"knew."
Li Erhe responded in a muffled voice.
He doesn't like to talk, and he's almost thirty years old, but he still hasn't found a wife. If he can't even learn how to plow the land, it will be difficult for him to support himself for the rest of his life.
"Don't just talk, come on, you plow this time!"
Old Li slapped his son on the back of the head in frustration. This kid was too dull. He didn't have any of the spirituality he had when he was young. With this kind of stupidity, the Li family might die out in this generation and the family line would be cut off.
When he thought of this, Lao Li became even more worried.
I just hope that the ancestors will bless this kid and he can come to his senses. If he can't find a virgin, a widow will do. If that doesn't work, he can accept a girl who is older.
Li Erhe took the plow from his father's hand and began to drive the old ox carefully.
When he was young, Li Erhe looked down on the guy who plowed the field. At that time, Li Erhe dreamed every day of going to the city to do something big. As a result, he was mediocre for more than ten years. At the age of sixteen, he went to the city and worked as a waiter in an inn for fourteen years.
If you fail to accomplish great things, you are considered a waste of time.
Two years ago, the old store in the city went bankrupt due to poor management, and the old guys were dismissed after receiving two copper coins. Later, Li Erhe wandered around the city for more than a year and looked for several inns, but no one thought he was too old and refused to hire him.
These inns were willing to recruit young and smart waiters, and Li Erhe had no competitiveness in front of these young people. Unable to survive, Li Erhe had to return to this land he once despised with a lot of grievances.
He became dull this year. His friends in the village who did not go to the city to make a living were already fathers of two children. He had accomplished nothing and could not even integrate into his hometown. He did not even know how to farm, which was the livelihood of the villagers.
After more than half a year of ideological struggle, Li Erhe finally put down the burden in his heart, put on the coarse linen clothes at home, and began to learn how to farm.
While he was daydreaming, Li Erhe's hand suddenly trembled.
He saw an old grave covered with weeds in front of him, and the soil on top moved a little.
"Can people live in Dad's grave?"
Li Erhe's voice was trembling, his teeth chattered, and the sound he spoke sounded a little distorted.
"What bullshit are you talking about in broad daylight! The graves are where the ancestors lie. Why don't you go in and live there? You want people to live there? I think you are just a waiter who has gone mad!"
Old Li lit his pipe and sat on the ridge of the field next to him. Before he started smoking he heard his son's question and became so angry that he started swearing.
"Is there a possibility that our ancestors wanted to get some fresh air?"
Li Erhe's hand holding the plow was shaking a little, and he stretched out his other hand and pointed to the grave mound not far away. Hearing this, Old Li also turned his head to look over, and when he saw it, he was so scared that the pipe in his hand fell to the ground.
The soil on top of the grave mound was bulging outwards even more violently, as if someone was pushing it with their hands from inside.
Seeing this scene, Old Li's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that I have encountered an evil spirit? !
Thinking of the stories about the blood-sucking zombies and the return of the old corpse that were circulating in the village, Old Li couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
boom!!
Before Old Li could finish his thoughts, the grave in front of the father and son suddenly exploded, dirt splashed, and several fist-sized pieces of black mud fell into the field, splashing water. A hand stretched out from the exploded grave.
The hand was pale and clean, and it looked like an old corpse that had never seen the sun for years.
"It's a fake corpse!!!"
“There are Zongzi!!”
The father and son screamed, dropped what they were holding and ran away, leaving the old ox still plowing the field hard.
"It's been too long, and so many weed roots have grown."
Chen Luo flew out of the tomb. The noise just now was caused by him using his magic power to clean the tomb passage. Due to years of disrepair, the walls of the tomb passage were penetrated by plant roots, and the walls and soil were mixed together. It was impossible to clear them with brute force, otherwise it would cause a landslide. So Chen Luo took a little effort to create the previous scene.
Looking at the father and son crawling in the distance, Chen Luo couldn't help but smile, and ignored them. He spread his sleeves, and a flying sword flew out. After circling around him, it carried him and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
“Gods!!”
When the father and son, who were originally running for their lives, saw this scene, they fell to their knees and kowtowed desperately, hoping that the gods would forgive their previous disrespectful behavior.
In the air, Chen Luo released his own aura without any scruples.
In the land of Yue, immortal cultivators are almost extinct. All the Qi-refining cultivators who have entered the Dao can become immortal masters. A Jindan Zhenren like Chen Luo is a god in Yue, the kind that can call the wind and rain, move mountains and seas.
The speed of flying with the sword was very fast, and Chen Luo arrived at Qingya County in just half an hour.
This is the place where he and his third uncle lived for many years.
After spreading his spiritual sense, Chen Luo observed the situation in the city and found that many streets in the city had changed. Some old houses disappeared and some new houses appeared. In his memory, the courtyard where he and his uncle lived became a villa, and the county government office also changed its location. The place where Master Ma Quezi and Junior Sister He lived was still there, but Chen Luo did not sense their presence inside.
Ma Quezi's old shop still repairs pots and pans for the neighbors, but the people sitting at the door have changed.
Chen Luo flew down from the sky and revisited the old place, so he went over to take a look.
Get rid of the distractions and blend in with the crowd.
Suddenly, there was one more person on the street, but no one noticed it. It was impossible for these ordinary people to detect Chen Luo's methods.
“How much does it cost to repair the iron pot?”
Chen Luo walked to the door of Ma Quezi's shop in his memory. He looked at the old man at the door and it was indeed not someone he knew. It was most likely that he was the apprentice that Ma Quezi accepted after he left.
Time is something that is particularly noticeable in mortals.
After more than 80 years of absence, many people are no longer around. The man in front of him has never seen Chen Luo before, and has no impression of him.
The old man who was repairing the iron pot was still kneading the hole in the pot in his hand, and replied without raising his head.
"Repairs cost three cents, and farm tools cost another."
The price is still the same as I remember.
"Do you know Master Ma?"
Chen Luo asked. He used his spiritual sense to scan the courtyard. The sandbags he used to practice boxing had been changed, and the wooden racks had been updated. Only the stone pillars in the corners were the same as he remembered.
"Who are you?"
Hearing Chen Luo's question, the old man paused, rubbing the iron pot with his hand, and looked at Chen Luo with a frown.
"I am his apprentice."
After hearing Chen Luo's answer, the old man put down the iron pot in his hand, looked at Chen Luo carefully, and then spoke.
"Master Ma has been gone for more than 20 years, and I was his apprentice." The old man spoke in a much more polite tone. He had heard about Ma Guizi's affairs and knew some rumors that ordinary people didn't know.
Although the young man in front of him looked very young, he gave him a very strange feeling, as if time had stopped for this person, and he felt the vicissitudes of life.
“He’s gone.”
Chen Luo nodded. He had expected this, but he still felt a little disappointed when he heard it. Then he thought of the strong and competitive Junior Sister He.
"Where's He Min?"
The last time he left, he asked someone to send them some Qi and Blood Pills. This kind of pill can strengthen the body, but it is not a life-extending pill and cannot change the lifespan.
"Granny He lives next door on Yangliu Street. It's the third house with a vermilion painted door."
Hearing Chen Luo's question, the old man's expression became more respectful. A conjecture emerged in his mind, which made him very excited. At the beginning, he worshipped Ma Quezi as his master in order to establish a relationship with this person, but after half a lifetime, he has let go of many things. He has completely forgotten the thoughts of his youth, and occasionally he would laugh at himself for his wild imagination when he recalled it. But he didn't expect that when he completely gave up, this person came back again.
He is still so young.
Time has left no trace on him.
"Grandma He?"
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, then felt relieved.
He has been gone for more than 80 years. If you take He Min's own age into account, she is probably over 100 years old. What else can a 100-year-old woman be but a grandmother?
"Thank you."
Chen Luo nodded, took out a red Qi and blood pill and threw it to the man.
This is a pill for the Qi Refining Realm, which is just right for this person.
"Thank you, Immortal!!"
The old man took the pills from Chen Luo and thanked him repeatedly with excitement. However, when he looked up again, the young man had disappeared. (End of this chapter)
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