In the early morning, the fire ball rose, and Chaoxia fell from the window. Yang Wenjing opened his eyes, and the bald head was glowing with golden light. The whole person looked very sacred.

Yang Wenjing stretched his waist and laughed: "Xiuwei is improving!"

After the last battle of fighting, Yang Wenjing perceived a lot with the strong man in the realm of the spiritual tree.

One night's cultivation does not allow a person to cultivate quickly and advanced, but after a fierce battle, it can quickly stimulate a person's potential and make his strength quickly improve.

Yang Wenjing has a deep understanding. The practice at night is just a way of enlightenment. It is a kind of practice.

Some people are talented, highly enlightened, and can walk out of the way alone. Some people can improve their strength through constant fighting. This method is the fastest and most effective.

Most monks will choose the former. The latter is too dangerous. If his own strength is not good, it will become a wave flower on the road of practice of others, a stepping stone, which is too cruel.

"Really fragrant!" Yang Wenjing pushed open his door and saw a spirit sheep in the yard.

The spiritual sheep have been roasted with scorched yellow, fake oil, and the fragrance comes, which makes people can't help but want to bite a bite.

The two pairs of Qingliang's eyes stared at the roasted spiritual sheep, flowing down the unsuccessful saliva.

"Wait for you Zhang Er, Uncle Wang, they will eat when they come!" Yang Xue laughed while stir -frying the vegetables, with a rare happiness.

Yang Xuexin is grateful to these neighbors. If it wasn't for the timely rescue of Uncle Wang and others, he might really be separated from Yang Wenjing Yin and Yang.

Yang Wenjing also went to help. Naturally, he knew what his mother meant. Thinking of the scene at that time, he couldn't help but be afraid. If it was not in time, he would really kill Wang Xiao's hand.

In this regard, Yang Xue prepared a dozen dishes, all of which were fried by himself. He knew that Zhang Er and Uncle Wang loved drinking. He went to the tavern to buy seven or eight altar wines before the sky was bright.

Yang Wenjing took out the Qiankun bag and put some stone tables, chairs and other furniture from the palace, placed on an empty ground.

Some of these objects are from the Wang family, and some are taken from the palace. Yang Wenjing is the same as a robber. Whenever it can be moved, one will not be left!

Yang Wenjing touched his bald head. Finally, he put out some flowers and plants, and some were still rare treasure medicines.

"Just plant it here!" Yang Wenjing stopped in the desert of the old annua grass in the old town, and wanted to plant these flowers and plants, etc. here.

"Wow, look good!" Qiu Yue ran over, blinked with big eyes, looking at some of the plants on the ground.

"Do you like it?" Yang Wenjing smiled.

"Like!" Qiu Yue smiled sweetly.

"Let's leave it for you!" Yang Wenjing put all the flowers and plants in front of the autumn moon, and some of them were adopted by Yang Wenjing on Longwei Mountain.

"So many!" Qiu Yue blinked the eyes of Shui Lingling, looking at nearly a hundred strange flowers and other strange flowers, revealing joy, it is difficult to believe that there will be so many types.

"Waiting for the next time, when my brother comes back from the outside, bring you again!" Yang Wenjing looked at Qiu Yue and smiled, so promised.

"Okay!" Qiu Yue nodded, very happy.

In the end, Yang Wenjing put some weapons in the yard, thinking that it was delayed to distribute these weapons to the people in the old city. The critical time can be used to protect himself.

Yang Wenjing felt that this was necessary. Everything could happen in troubled times.

The last bookshelves and books were also placed. Yang Wenjing only left some books such as martial arts and detoxification. He did not pull out how to refine drugs. Naturally, he was afraid that people who were injustice then learned the harm.

Qiankun bag can be said to be Yang Wenjing's warehouse. Everything can be installed. It is very against the sky. It is a treasure. In the outside world, it can definitely let some monks grab the blood flow.

"Wen Jing, where do you get this weapon?"

Yang Wenjing put on the weapon between the weapons, and a thick voice came.

"Uncle Wang!" Yang Wenjing smiled and said: "These are all moved back from the Wang family, I want to let us use it!"

Wang Sheng picked up a long gun, tied up and down, and nodded and praised: "Yes, this weapon of the Wang family is well -known!"

"Brother Yang, can you give me one?" A immature voice asked.

"Of course!" Yang Wenjing looked at the child who was short, and laughed: "Xiao Chen, see which one you want!"

The little guy is not big. The seven or eight -year -old looks is almost the same as Qiu Yue. He is the son of Wang Sheng, named Wang Chen, but many people like to be called a little name, Xiao Chen.

Wang Chen's eyes were smart, looking at all kinds of weapons on the ground, and then picked up a long gun with both hands. This long gun was higher than himself, causing Wang Shengfa to laugh.

Wang Sheng laughed: "Son, be careful, really can't take it, let's take a little bit!"

"Can be held!" Wang Chen put his long gun aside and took another short bow.

"Your little boy, how can he take a bow!" Wang Sheng looked at his son and asked.

Wang Chen glanced at Wang Sheng, and said, "If you hadn't had to pass my gun, I wouldn't like to practice guns!"

"Hey, you boy!" Wang Sheng shook his head, helplessness for his son.

"Uncle Wang, since Xiao Chen likes it, let him take it, one more skill, there is no disadvantage!" Yang Wenjing said, signaling Wang Chen to take it out.

"Brother Yang, I want too!"

Yang Wenjing turned to look at it, and saw that the person was Feng Shu, and some of Zhang Erye came here. Feng An, Zhang Kaiyang, a few children in the small stone came quickly, and couldn't wait to get a weapon.

These children are almost seven or eight years old, and they are ordinary age as Wang Chen. They are all people in the old city.

There are many surnames in the old city, and most of them were later moved to the place because they flee, so the last names are different.

Although these children are small, they can bred spiritual seedlings in their inner bodies.

Some little guys picked their choices, and in the end, they were very satisfied with their weapons.

"Thank you for Yang!" The little guy was very polite.

"As long as you can move, even if you take it!" Yang Wenjing said.

Yang Wenjing treats these children, just like his younger brother.

These are some soldiers. For Zhang Er's, Wang Sheng, Feng Qi and others, they do not have much effect. They are either spiritual branches or spiritual trees. They are all spiritual soldiers.

Wang Sheng has broken through the help of the soul. First, Feng Qi stepped into the realm of spiritual trees, and Feng Qi and other people were close to the spiritual branches, even ten weights, and only one step away from the spiritual tree.

remote.

But this step may block a monk for several years, decades, or even death.

Lingzhi can attach spirit for his own weapons, make it a spiritual soldier, and enhance his combat power.

The biggest benefit of Lingshu is to increase the monk's birthday.

This kind of benefits brought by practice are very great. If you practice the spiritual flowers, you can live for a thousand years.

Of course, this is just a saying. Can you really live for so long? It depends on itself.

Although some people have flowers, they have failed to live in a thousand years, or even five hundred, and they died prematurely.

This is to a large extent that the foundation of the tree is unstable, which will cause the spiritual flowers to wither, and people will die.

After a while, people in the old city came, about 200 people, men and women, old and young, Yang Wenjing knew.

Some of them are indigenous, and some of them escape from the outside, holding up with each other to warm up, and help each other.

It is not so much a neighbor, it is better to be loved ones!

A group of children chasing me, playing with me, the old man ate the washed wild fruit, and the sun was sunny. Some women followed Yang Xue to wash vegetables for cooking.

For example, Wang Sheng, Feng Qi and others gathered together, either saying that he was talking about it.

Lao Zhang took one place alone, pulling his own Erhu, playing the rhythm of joy, helping everyone!

On this day, the old city of Luoshui City was lively. Everyone gathered together. It was rare. The scene was very warm. Yang Wenjing liked this feeling very much.
Chapter completed!