On the flat and neat cement path, the water in the ditch next to it flows gurglingly, emitting beautiful and moving notes.
Duan Zhenghou quietly followed the dark-skinned old man, his eyes couldn't help but admire the peaceful pastoral scenery around him, which always made people feel a sense of comfort and comfort without realizing it.
"Young man, who are you Song Leizi?"
The dark-skinned old man asked, carrying two bundles of firewood on his shoulders.
"My friend from the county town! Old man, are you tired of carrying such heavy firewood? Do you need me to help carry it back?"
Duan Zhenghou glanced at the two bundles of firewood the old man was carrying. The two bundles of firewood looked heavy and heavy. It was hard to imagine that a skinny old man could actually carry them.
"No, you don't think I'm old, but picking these two bundles of firewood is like playing! Besides, you are Song Leizi's friend, and you are dressed so cleanly. You look like a rich or noble person. How can I
Let you carry firewood!"
The old man's simple and honest face smiled slightly.
Duan Zhenghou did not doubt the old man's words.
Because the old man was breathing evenly and looking very relaxed from beginning to end, he must have been used to carrying heavy objects.
It seems that the old man in front of me is not having it easy.
He is almost ten years old, and he is still fighting for his life.
"It's okay, I can still pick up the firewood!"
Duan Zhenghou inserted the folding fan into his waist, smiled and stretched out his hand to lift the burden on the old man's shoulders, placing it easily on his shoulders.
"I can't tell. You look thin and tender, but you can still afford this firewood!" The old man was a little surprised.
"This is nothing!" Duan Zhenghou said with a smile: "I don't know what to call the old man?"
"My surname is Zhou!"
Old man Zhou smiled, his eyes shining with wisdom, "What do you call the young man?"
"Old man, my surname is Duan, you can just call me Duan Zhenghou!" Duan Zhenghou said in a relaxed tone.
"What a good name. I wonder if Young Master Duan is married?" Old Man Zhou's eyes flickered.
Duan Zhenghou looked at Old Man Zhou's twinkling eyes and understood, "Old man, I have been married for a long time and have several children!"
In fact, he doesn't have any children, it's just to fool old man Zhou.
"That's a pity. I originally wanted to introduce my daughter to you?" Old man Zhou said with a look of regret on his face.
"Young man, I'm not bragging to you. Apart from being a little older, I can assure you that my daughter looks really good-looking!
It's a pity that if it hadn't been for what happened back then, my daughter wouldn't have been married until now!" Old man Zhou said with a sad face.
Duan Zhenghou couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
This old man is about ten years old. Men and women in the world usually get married early, so this old man's daughter must be at least seventy now.
"Old man, don't worry too much. I believe your daughter will definitely meet her destined person!!"
"If that's the case, that's fine."
Old man Zhou suddenly looked Duan Zhenghou up and down and couldn't help but sigh, "It would be great if you didn't marry a wife, what a pity, what a pity!
Duan Zhenghou secretly wiped his hands with cold sweat.
Fortunately, he had already seen Old Man Zhou's intention before.
Otherwise, he might be dragged into seeing a seventy-year-old girl by Old Man Zhou.
"Old man, I see that the hatchet in your hand is a little different. I guess it wasn't made by ordinary people, right?"
Duan Zhenghou quickly changed the subject. In fact, he had always noticed the hatchet in Old Man Zhou's hand, but he couldn't say it out loud at the moment.
"What do you mean by this hatchet?" Old man Zhou smiled and picked up the hatchet, "This hatchet was made by our mayor, but it is much better than those sold outside!"
"Your mayor can also make farm tools?" Duan Zhenghou's eyes flashed.
"That's natural. I'm not bragging to you. The farm tools made by our mayor are really good. Let's talk about my hatchet. I've been using it for almost twenty years. It's a light chop to chop firewood.
Just cut it off!!”
Old man Zhou said quite proudly.
The farm tools built by the mayor back then have now become treasures like family heirlooms.
"So powerful? Then old man, I wonder if you can let me see your hatchet?"
Duan Zhenghou pretended to be surprised.
In fact, he was not surprised in the bottom of his heart. Things made from the same materials and made using cultivation techniques were naturally better than those made in the secular world.
It's just that most monks don't use the art of weapon refining to help mortals make agricultural tools.
"OK!"
Old man Zhou hesitated for a moment, then handed the hatchet to Duan Zhenghou for inspection. Duan Zhenghou grabbed the burden on his shoulder with one hand and reached out to catch the hatchet with the other.
As soon as Duan Zhenghou got the hatchet, an unknown force surged into his body. His expression changed slightly and his steps suddenly stopped.
"Mr. Duan, do you feel a lot more energetic when you hold this hatchet?"
Seeing Duan Zhenghou's dazed look, Old Man Zhou smiled slightly. He knew that anyone who had held a hatchet would suddenly become energetic.
"That's right!"
Duan Zhenghou forced a smile, but his throat gulped.
At this moment, he was extremely shocked.
Originally, he thought it was just a farm tool that a certain monk used to practice in his spare time.
But this is not an ordinary farm tool.
This is a magic weapon.
Moreover, it is a very special magic weapon.
Not only is the weapon refining technique weird, but the material is obviously made of very ordinary iron and stone. It doesn't have a trace of spiritual power, but it contains some kind of power.
This kind of power seems...
Xuantian Lingbao.
That's right, it's Xuantian Lingbao.
Xuantian Lingbao is different from other magical weapons.
Since most Xuantian Lingbao have given birth to weapon spirits, people who possess Xuantian Lingbao can indirectly obtain some power from the weapon spirits.
But the strange thing is that he did not sense the existence of the weapon spirit on this hatchet.
But no matter what, this hatchet is indeed a genuine magical tool for cultivating immortality.
Magical weapons can be forged from ordinary iron.
Who is the person who forged this hatchet?
"Mr. Duan, have you finished reading? Please return this hatchet to me after reading it!"
Old man Zhou is very fond of hatchets. In fact, let alone him, the people in the town are treasures of the farm tools once built by the mayor.
"Watch it, watch it!"
Duan Zhenghou breathed a deep sigh of relief and quickly returned the hatchet to Old Man Zhou.
Although he really wanted to study the hatchet, he didn't dare to snatch it in a small town.
The cultivation level of a person who can forge a magic weapon like the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure and arrange so many ancient magic circles must be extraordinary.
He even suspected that the man hiding in the town was spying on his every move.
"Old man, you said this hatchet was made by your mayor?"
Duan Zhenghou secretly guessed that the person who arranged the formation was also the mayor?