Mozun is forced to farm

Several thunderbolts struck on the cloud cliff of Wangshidu, and the flames all over the sky illuminated the snow color on the edge of the cliff.

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the golden satin robe was stained black with blood.

His chest was pierced, his heart and lungs were gouged out, and his white bones were as strange as flowers on his ribs.

"Xie Xuechen, you have reached the end of the mountain, and there is no reason for you to survive!" The old man shouted violently with a sharp sword in his hand: "Don't make troubles out of the way, and be punished to death!"

"You have led the Demon Sect to wreak havoc on the world for more than a hundred years, and you should have been wiped out with your beast father and mother long ago!"

At this moment, the Yunwu on the top of the mountain was burning with a boundless fire, and all the palaces and palaces were completely burned.

The sound of guns and guns was like severe tinnitus, vaguely mixed with sharp crying and sobbing.

"Okay, okay, okay." Xie Xuechen sneered: "Gaojie from the Immortal Sect is also playing the trick of backstabbing Yinren."

On the surface, it was a peaceful end to the war with him, and since then, everyone in the world has been peaceful, and backhandedly led the crowd to kill him on his birthday when he was drunk.

Master Mubai who was the leader spat: "Killing a scumbag like you is for the sake of the common people, what's wrong with it!"

"Stop talking nonsense, take his Yuan Dan!"

Before the words were finished, a thunderbolt exploded through the air, shaking the Demon Venerable down Yunboya!

I saw the broken body suddenly soaring into the air, then lost its soul like a rag, and fell into the abyss of miasma.

Master Mubai stepped forward quickly, and the people behind him stretched out their hands to stop him.

"careful!"

"The abyss of poison refinement is vicious and terrifying. The ghost soldiers will be forced to retreat three points when they see it. If his meridian is cut off, he will be buried in it, and he will definitely be eaten by insects!"

"It's cheap for him," the fairy girl next to him showed a mocking look: "It's better to fall into the burning blood river, and suffer from the poison and burn until you die of pain!"

When Xie Xuechen fell into the torrent, she was already unconscious from the pain.

He seemed to hold his breath, unwilling to let go of his soul, but he didn't know what he was still obsessed with.

Wangshidu has turned into a ghost market in the fire, and his demon lord's sapphire mat was probably pulverized by others, and the pillow was also thrown away.

There is nothing left.

His sins, his blood, and all the souls he didn't have time to save.

The moment before being swallowed by the dark river, Xie Xuechen opened his eyes, only to see the glow of the sky, like the only fireworks his mother took him to watch when he was young.

Then completely lost consciousness.

He may be dead.

The body seemed to be hit by something, and the arms and legs would be washed away.

His consciousness was ups and downs in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, and he could vaguely feel some connection with the outside world.

The waves rolled over, and the river bank was rocky, stinging the skin and flesh.

Xie Xuechen's consciousness was like an unhappy ravioli, wanting to curse at others.

It seems to be dragged away by someone.

Is it a human, or a wild dog?

If the dog was really fed, those guys in the sky would be too happy to fart when they found out.

He sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, as if he fell asleep, and then woke up again.

I don't know how long it took before I was suddenly awakened by the tingling sensation.

The white light pierced into his eyes like a sharp knife. Xie Xuechen subconsciously reached out to block it, but found that he couldn't even lift his hand.

"hiss……"

When he spoke again, his throat was hoarse and bleeding.

"Don't move," said a voice not far away, "I'm going to give you medicine, be honest."

who is it? !

Xie Xuechen wanted to open his eyes, but the injuries all over his body made him feel a flood of pain.

He passed out again.

When I was able to open my eyes again, my arms were finally able to move.

"Are you awake?" The person next to him said, "I've been taking care of you for almost ten days, and it's finally better."

At this moment, Xie Xuechen had completely lost her power, but she sat up with her inner alchemy, and took a long breath abruptly.

He saw clearly that he was sleeping on a shabby couch covered with straw mats, and beside him was a scholar squatting, with mahogany hairpins and a dirty piece of rag in his hand.

"In Xia Linzhu, I picked you up by the He River." The scholar picked up the blood-stained pottery basin, and put the cattail leaf fan on the side of the medicine stove: "Your injury is too serious, and the doctor said that you cannot be saved..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man stood up staggeringly, his eyes hard and undisguised.

When I return to Cangshan, I must——

"Hey?" Lin Zhu leaned against the wall and looked at him: "Can you stand up already? You are really extraordinary."

"..."

Xie Xuechen's face was dark and he didn't respond, and he was about to go out after groping.

They must splatter nine—

The scholar stuffed a dustpan in his arms.

"As long as you can walk, feed the chickens for me."

The man's veins twitched, his throat was hoarse and sore, he could only stare at him.

Lin Zhu didn't feel the killing intent at all, and yawned so sleepy.

"You live and eat for nothing at my house for ten days, so it's not too much to do some work."

"I'm going to light a fire and cook, so hold on tight."

After speaking, he turned and went to the kitchen, but the shadows were all gone.

Hello.chicken.

He, Mozun, was born rich in clothes and rich in food, rich in gold and precious in jade.

Now I want to feed chickens to a mortal who doesn't even have a foundation.

Xie Xuechen gritted her back molars, trying to mobilize what little internal energy she had left, when a voice came from far away from the kitchen.

"If you don't feed the chicken, you won't give food—"

Mozun's stomach grumbled in due course.

The man went out with a sullen face.

Hey just hey.

The house is extremely small, and the fields behind the house are not even as big as his side hall.

Xie Xuechen lived on the top of the cloud in Cangshan Mountain all year round, and his hands were basically covered with blood in his life. To live in such a place suddenly, it was like being reincarnated.

He wanted to walk away, but his body was struggling and he couldn't go very far.

... only feed chickens.

It's not that difficult.

He threw the empty dustpan aside, found a can of barley on the stone mill in the yard, and sprinkled it for them to eat.

The yellow chickens and white chickens are all stupid things, cooing and screaming and looting all the time, as if seeing a big baby.

Leaning against the fence, Mozun felt sad, and casually sprinkled another handful of wheat grains.

Let's eat, Gu will feed the chickens now that the rain has been overturned.

He was born with a unique spiritual vein, and when he was 17 years old, he was able to kill the immortal who came to Mingshan by himself. Now he has achieved great success at the age of more than [-] years, and he is even more familiar with all kinds of exercises.

Even if half of the internal veins remain at this moment, let alone feed the chicken...

It takes the blink of an eye to turn the pious gangsters on Qingqiong Mountain into reed chickens.

The aroma of cooking rice came from the kitchen, the smell was simple and pleasant, and the aroma made someone a little distracted.

There was a sudden explosion in my ear.

"You stop!"

Lin Zhu stepped forward and snatched the jar from his arms, looking distressed at how much was left inside.

Feed the chicken, or what?

Xie Xuechen coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, but was still unable to speak, and continued to stare at him.

"How can you sprinkle wheat to feed chickens like this? Wheat is something that people eat." Lin Zhu looked at the jar, looked at him and then at the chicken, put the wheat back on the wooden shelf by the wall, and looked for the one that had been thrown on the ground. Dustpan: "Feeding chickens is of course feeding grass. Come here and I will teach you."

He looked like a scholar, his hands and feet were extremely nimble, and he took a basket of wild vegetables at the bottom of the wall to the wooden table to chop finely in two or three strokes, mixed with buckwheat and corn noodles, and then sprinkled the ground into the chicken coop.

A few chickens were still plundering the wheat grains all over the ground, eating them very happily, occasionally tasting a couple of leaves, and flapping their wings in satisfaction.

Xie Xuechen looked at the chickens indifferently, without any intention of apologizing.

Not to mention the chicken, when his subordinates killed the heavy purple luan that was cherished by the immortal, he cooked it meticulously and presented it, and he just tasted a piece of it.

Lin Zhu only said that he was a son of a powerful family, and he was born without suffering, so he sighed and said: "Forget it, you can't speak, you can always write."

"I'll get a pen and paper to help you contact your parents and family members."

Xie Xuechen shook his head indifferently.

Lin Zhu froze for a moment, frowned and said, "Parents are both dead?"

nod.

"Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue, do you have brothers and sisters?"

Shaking his head.

"Marry a wife and have children?"

"Then there are always friends who make friends..."

"No worries, no relatives, no relatives?"

nod.

Lin Zhu took a deep breath, thinking that this dumb person has no one to go to, maybe he will stay at home.

He was already cash-strapped, and suddenly wanted to support another one, his temples were throbbing.

"Then you can only stay with me temporarily. Is there any enemy chasing after you?"

"..."

Xie Xuechen coughed up another mouthful of bloody phlegm, took the dustpan and sprinkled food on his head.

Heart has been dejected.

Lin Zhu stared at it for a while, then suddenly said: "Let's go, let's eat."

The five chickens cooed and raised their heads to see if there was any wheat to eat. The big rooster in the head fluttered and tried to fly out.

A small table was set up in the kitchen, which was not far from the stove. It could be seen that he cooks and eats alone on weekdays, living a poor life.

Xie Xuechen had smelled the unfamiliar sweet aroma before, and only saw it was a bowl of rice porridge when it was served.

Didn't put anything, just boiled the rice with water.

For ten days, he has been fed by spoonfuls of bamboo. He has never eaten anything by himself, but now the smell of white porridge makes him lose his mind.

Lin Zhu seldom eats white rice on weekdays, but today he sprinkled a handful of white rice to cook porridge to celebrate when he saw the rescued person alive. He was in a good mood and found the jar of pickles that Aunt Chen gave him, and shared a spoonful with him.

The man didn't refuse. After eating two or three mouthfuls, he looked into the pot.

Where there is still in the pot, Lin Zhu simply lifted the pot and scraped all the porridge edges into his bowl.

The latter was in a trance, but still finished eating.

Then continue to stare at the porridge.

"It's gone." Lin Zhu protected the half bowl he had just finished eating, with his chopsticks in front of him: "I'll cook it tomorrow."

Xie Xuechen stared at the rice jar by the stove.

"Don't," Lin Zhu sighed softly, "Have you thought about how you will live tomorrow after eating today?"

He never had to think about it.

When I was proud of my youth, I often rode on the clouds and stars, and rode a heavy golden horse to gallop above the rays of the sun.

The slight movement of the mind can melt thousands of dry trees and glaciers, and it has always been wanton and happy.

There is absolutely no worry about a porridge or a meal.

The man was silent for a long time, then suddenly unscrewed the gilt silver unicorn on the front of his robe, and handed it to the scholar.

Lin Zhu didn't take over hastily, and said after a long time: "You have nowhere to go, do you?"

He has never seen his future, but he seems to smell a lot of unspeakable loneliness.

Even if it is unfamiliar, it can be felt.

"Okay, stay with me for now, and treat it as a part-time job." The scholar got up and said, "Come here, I will teach you how to wash the dishes."

Xie Xuechen took a look at him, got up and walked to the window, took out a plate of pork ribs with beans and beans from behind the stacked pottery vases, and looked at him dully.

Lin Zhu patted the table and said righteously: "It was given to me by Uncle Zhao! Don't move!"

Xie Xuechen stared at the silver unicorn again.

"I won't change it! You take it back!"

Lin Zhu got up, snatched the plate and left: "Seriously ill and injured patients eat greasy food, first eat porridge and light rice!"

When I left the kitchen, I took a pair of chopsticks with me.

Mozun turned around silently, bent over to wash dishes by the stove, scooped up a ladle of water until his sleeves and robe were soaked.

The Burning Blood River should have been drowned long ago.

His hands can't be flexibly controlled yet.

A bump will break the clay bowl, and washing will be much slower than ordinary people.

Just looking down, a chopsticks and ribs were handed over.

Xie Xuechen didn't answer, and turned to look at Lin Zhu.

"Let's discuss it." The scholar pushed the whole bowl into his hand, rolled up his sleeves to wash the two bowls, and poured water on them again.

"Can this silver unicorn be melted and smashed into pieces for reuse?"

"?"

Lin Zhu smiled and said, "I want to raise two pigs."

The author says:

Xie Xuechen: It’s too bad, I’m going to stare at `へ’ with my eyes