Time passes quietly without realizing it.

Two months have passed since Ding Mu and Wang Erhua's wedding. With the help of the villagers, Ding Mu has cultivated a piece of land.

In the past two months, Ding Mu really worked like ordinary villagers in the village, working from sunrise to sunset, and the crops in the fields have begun to sprout, a prosperous scene.

People seem to have forgotten that Ding Mu has only been here for less than three months. As for the old Li who Ding Mu was still thinking about before, he has no characteristics at all. He will not come to Ding Mu again. Just like a real old man, he rests under the shade of the tree every day, as if waiting for the day of death to come.

There is no entertainment in the small village. Every day, when night falls, all kinds of sounds will come from the village. Ding Mu's wooden house is no exception. Two months after the wedding, Wang Erhua's belly began to bulge, and everyone in the small village came to congratulate.

If the only thing that distinguishes Ding Mu from these villagers is that Ding Mu would use branches to practice Guizhen Sword every night, and it never stopped every day.

Even Ding Mu had forgotten why he had to practice Guizhen Sword. He had only one obsession in his heart, that is, no matter how wind and rain, he had to practice Guizhen Sword every day, otherwise, something he could not accept would happen.

The pregnant woman was sleepy. As soon as it got dark, Wang Erhua went to bed. Ding Mu picked up the branch and practiced the Guizhen Sword.

Usually, when Ding Mu was practicing Guizhen Sword, no one in the village would disturb him, but today it was different. A group of children did not play in the square, but came to Ding Mu's wooden house and watched Ding Mu make a strange posture with the branches in his hand.

A child asked, "Uncle Ding Mu, what are you doing? Is this kung fu?"

Ding Mu shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know what this is, I just want to fiddle with it for a few times."

"What's so fun about branches? Daniu begged his father to create a sword for him. That's amazing. With one sword, you can cut off branches as thick as your arm."

"Big bull! Big bull! Come here quickly and let's see your sword."

A dark-skinned child walked up with an extremely simple long sword in his hand, or rather, it was not a long sword at all, but just an iron piece that had opened its edge.

"Uncle Ding Mu, are you practicing sword too? Why don't you teach me?"

"Where do I know any sword technique? You can go to the square to play."

Ding Mu shook his head. He didn't know why he did this, but he just didn't want his own cultivation to be disturbed from the bottom of his heart.

But the children were unhappy and started to cheer, "Big Niu! Don't you have a sword in your hand? Let's play with Uncle Ding Mu for a few seconds, and then we will open our eyes too!"

"Yes, let's open our eyes!"

The big bull was proud of his "sword" and couldn't resist the instigation of a group of children. He held the "sword" and slashed towards Ding Mu.

Ding Mu hurriedly dodged, but the big bull refused to let go. After a sword, the children around him began to make excuses again.

"Big bull! Come on! Hurry up!"

"Okay! That's it!"

"Pretty, cut off the branches in Uncle Ding Mu's hand and you will win!"

The big bull was fifteen or sixteen years old, and was extremely energetic, and he was not sure of his ability to make a move, and he was not very strong, so he forced Ding Mu to retreat. When Ding Mu leaned against the wooden house, the big bull slashed over with another sword. Ding Mu couldn't dodge and could only use branches to block it.

With a click, the branches as thick as two fingers broke, and the big bull laughed, "Uncle Ding Mu, your swordsmanship is not good either."

The children around him laughed and regarded the big bull as the king of children.

Ding Mu looked at the cut branches in his hand and felt a very bad feeling in his heart, as if something very important was about to leave him.

At this moment, Ding Mu suddenly felt a sense of hostility in his heart. Looking at the group of children who were laughing in front of him, he felt a clear murderous intent in his heart.

His hand holding the branch was trembling, and the flesh on his face couldn't help but shake a few times, trying to suppress the anger, but failed.

The next second, Ding Mu let out a low roar, and the branches in his hand suddenly pierced out, instantly piercing the big bull's chest. The big bull, who was proud just now, saw that he was pierced by a branch, and blood dripped down the branches, making a scream of horror. His body subconsciously retreated, but as soon as he took two steps, his body fell straight down and no movement.

The onlookers were stunned when they saw this scene.

They have lived in the village since they were young, and have never seen such a bloody scene. They waited for three seconds before they came to their senses, screamed, turned around and ran away.

Ding Mu looked cold and pulled the branch out of the big bull. He didn't even look at the big bull's body. Instead, he stared at the children who were running around, with a hint of fierceness flashing in his eyes.

A red light floated out of the corpse of the big bull and penetrated into Ding Mu's body. Then Ding Mu chased the children.

"Kill! Kill!!"

"Ding Mu killed someone!!"

"The big bull is dead!! Come on!"

A group of children ran and shouted, "The village was so big, and soon the people who were resting in the square heard the movement and rushed over quickly. Then they saw Ding Mu's face and body covered in blood, and even blood dripped from the branches in his hand, and he was panicked at the moment.

"Ding Mu! Stop it!!"

Someone shouted loudly, but Ding Mu ignored it at all. His feet moved faster and he chased after him in three or two steps. The branches in his hand moved. The child who was still jumping around in front of Ding Mu just now fell to the ground, and another red light penetrated into Ding Mu's body.

The villagers who rushed over realized that Ding Mu was really crazy when he saw this. He divided a few people to protect the child and hid, and the remaining dozen people ran home to get the guys.

There are no suitable weapons in the village, most of them are hoes, shovels, wooden sticks, etc. Although they are very simple, they are much better than the branches in Ding Mu's hand.

When they rushed out with the guy, Ding Mu had already rushed to the square. At this time, Ding Mu had completely killed his eyes. His target was no longer limited to those children, but he killed everyone he saw. The square was already bleeding, and more than a dozen corpses fell down.

When everyone saw that Ding Mu was so cruel, they were not afraid and rushed towards Ding Mu together.

Logically speaking, Ding Mu has no cultivation now, and his physical strength is the same as that of ordinary people. Just a piece of branch alone cannot be the opponent of so many people. But just over ten seconds later, all of these people who besieged Ding Mu were killed by Ding Mu.

Everyone had a bloody hole in their eyebrows, and they fell straight to the ground, dying with their eyes open.

When Ding Mu killed all the people in the square, the entire village became quiet. Those hiding in the wooden houses did not dare to breathe for a moment, and the strong smell of blood enveloped the entire village.

At this time, a faint red light appeared on Ding Mu's body, and his eyes were also scarlet. His eyes swept across the surrounding wooden house and rushed into the nearest wooden house. Then a scream came from the wooden house, and the people hiding inside were not spared.

At this time, Lin Shihui, who was meditating outside the valley, woke up again, and dense beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead. She didn't know what was going on, but she clearly sensed that a very important thing was happening.
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