This rain was so heavy that it seemed to have accumulated all the rain from the past month or so, and poured it all down tonight, as if the sky wanted this Milky Way water to wash away the ugliness in the world.
The dilapidated mud house in Langdu Village had been crumbling in the wind and rain for decades. The old storyteller spent the whole night worried about whether the dilapidated house would collapse.
Broken House's perseverance was beyond his expectation.
The broken house is like a warrior standing here, once again withstanding the test of wind and rain without collapsing.
To be honest, the old storyteller's cooking skills were not bad. He chopped the bacon and mixed it with millet to make porridge. The taste was not as bad as expected.
After waking up, Yuan Xiaolou ate two bowls one after another, and his mental and physical strength improved significantly.
As for Ye Xiaochuan, he was still unable to eat as usual. The old storyteller could only use the red fruit found in Ye Xiaochuan's empty bracelet, cut off two small pieces, and turned it into juice. Half of the juice was fed to Yuan Xiaolou, and half of the juice was fed to Yuan Xiaolou.
Ye Xiaochuan.
Then, he put most of the remaining red fruit into his arms.
The old storyteller only discovered Ye Xiaochuan's empty bracelet the night before yesterday.
Speaking of this matter, the old storyteller became angry.
It was all my fault. In order to save some energy, I tricked the big panda into working as a coolie to pull the sledge.
No idea, giant pandas will always be giant pandas. No matter what era they go to, they only have three greatest skills.
eat.
Acting cute.
Be cute while eating.
Apart from these three skills, Big Panda has no other skills.
On the second day after leaving the valley, the giant panda ate all the dry food the old storyteller carried.
Once this national treasure gets hungry, he will stop working.
In desperation, the old storyteller had to find all the magic weapons stored in Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou.
There was not a grain of rice in Yuan Xiaolou's storage bag. Except for some girls' clothes, the pair of killer magic weapons were the most valuable.
But even the giant panda cannot gnaw at the trump card made of cold iron.
So the old storyteller could only place his hope on Ye Xiaochuan's storage bracelet, hoping to find something to eat for the giant panda.
When the old storyteller opened Ye Xiaochuan's empty bracelet, he was stunned.
In the huge space, there are countless magic weapons neatly stacked, the lowest ones are treasure-level magic weapons, and there are as many as 20,000 swords.
In addition, there are many spiritual weapons and artifacts.
Even the old storyteller found the Xuantian Sect's divine weapon, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, in Ye Xiaochuan's empty bracelet, as well as the Xuantie Order, which commands the heroes of the world.
Not to mention the old storyteller, even the nightmare beast at that time was confused.
Is this guy still a human?
No.
He is not human.
He is a mobile treasure house! Not counting those high-level magic weapons, the more than 20,000 treasures and spiritual weapons alone can make any cultivation force in the Three Realms jealous! With so many middle- and upper-level magic weapons, if all of them are
Equipped with cultivators, those 20,000 people will be the enemy's worst nightmare.
The old storyteller opened another storage bracelet on Ye Xiaochuan, which was given to Ye Xiaochuan by the eight-armed ape before he died. There was nothing to eat in it, but it was also a magic weapon, plus a bunch of fruit wine.
The Eight-Armed Spirit Ape has accumulated a lot of magic weapons over the years, but most of them are not of high grade and are not well preserved. Many of the magic weapons are already rusty.
However, the old storyteller still found many treasures, spiritual weapons, and even more than ten artifact-level magic weapons from the eight-armed ape's pile of magic weapons.
The old storyteller was the most knowledgeable and experienced person in the world. He immediately recognized that the magic weapons in this storage bracelet were almost all lost in the battle of Cangyun Mountain more than 800 years ago.
The old storyteller was not interested in these magic weapons, but he was very interested in the fruit wine in the storage bracelet.
After cooking Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou, he found a rainproof place, took out a bamboo tube containing fruit wine, and drank it sip by sip.
He has no psychological pressure.
I can't take care of these two injured patients for free, so these fruit wines should be regarded as my own nursing expenses.
"Old man, don't eat alone, give me a tube!"
The voice of the big head sounded deep in the soul of the old storyteller.
The old storyteller was a little reluctant to give up, but he still took out a bamboo tube from Xiaotu's storage bracelet and threw it aside.
Then, the bamboo tube disappeared.
The old storyteller said: "There isn't much fruit wine in this storage bracelet. If you drink one tube, you will lose one tube. You should save yourself. I will give you a barrel every five days."
Big Head said: "Who are you fooling?
I am a nightmare! I can enter and leave the four-dimensional space at will, how could I not sense the things in that storage bracelet?
There are at least 500 bamboo tubes filled with fruit wine inside. The two of us can drink from each bamboo tube for half a year."
The old storyteller said: "I discovered this wine. You have been hiding it all day long and you are not willing to tell me stories about the past, so I won't let you drink it."
Big Head said: "Yes, yes, I will show up after Ye Xiaochuan wakes up. That's all right."
Not long after eating the meat porridge and drinking the Chaos Fruit juice, Yuan Xiaolou fell asleep again.
This time he was asleep, not unconscious.
Early the next morning, Yuan Xiaolou woke up sniffling.
The rain has stopped, but the house is still wet and there is some water.
The old storyteller lit a fire and cooked food in a dry place.
It’s still the bacon porridge from last night. As soon as the lid of the pot is lifted, the aroma overflows.
Yuan Xiaolou only woke up when he smelled the aroma of meat.
She is different from Ye Xiaochuan. Her cultivation has not been abolished, and the true energy in her body will flow autonomously. After waking up, her qi and blood will be smooth, and she will recover very quickly.
I struggled to speak last night, but when I woke up this morning, I could stand up.
Seeing that Yuan Xiaolou had woken up, the big panda walked over and rubbed his head against Yuan Xiaolou.
Yuan Xiaolou gently stroked the big panda, looked around and said, "I thought last night was a dream."
The old storyteller laughed and said: "Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. In fact, each of us is living in a dream.
You woke up just in time to have breakfast.
You are recovering from your injury now and need to take supplements."
He served Yuan Xiaolou a large bowl of bacon porridge. Yuan Xiaolou was not polite and drank two sips with a spoon. He felt it was a bit hot and put it aside.
Said: "I remember that I died and entered the underworld. It was you and Mr. Hua who returned me to the world."
The old storyteller smiled and said: "I am just a handyman, and the person who saved you is a playboy.
How about it, is the underworld fun?
How is it different from the human world?"
Yuan Xiaolou tried his best to recall, shook his head and said: "I only remember that there were many Yin spirits, and I followed them. Other memories are very vague."
The old storyteller said: "It's okay if you can't remember. After all, you came back from the Gate of Hell, which is the underworld and the Asura Hell. It's not a good place.
If you remember it clearly, you will have nightmares every day."
