Chapter 231 Uncle Nine

The only thing that made Master Jingxiu feel relieved was the treasure he stepped on under his feet.

This baby was shining with a slight red light in the dark ground, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the red light...

Hanbing ran for a long time before stopping, and he didn't know how many falls in the darkness. Fortunately, Master Jingxiu did not chase him. Hanbing smelled the familiar old smell again, and he felt that he had entered the tomb passage. Along the tomb passage, he would definitely find an exit. Hanbing suddenly whistled. He didn't have much effort, and a giant creature flew over in the darkness. The strange python with a magical shaped spirit entangled the huge metal coffin and circled back and forth above Hanbing's head.

At this moment, a huge roar suddenly came from the darkness in the distance, which was the sound of a big bell falling and hitting the ground. The roar echoed in the tomb passage and could not calm down for a long time. The roar finally disappeared, followed by a violent shaking. The dust in the tomb passage was flying, and the walls made of huge rocks on both sides were bulging in cracks. Stones were constantly falling down on the top of the tomb. The strange python in the dark made a shocking sound. With a loud "boom", a section of the tomb passage had completely collapsed. The entire tomb passage was shaking violently, and everything here could be buried at any time.

Hanbing panicked. He didn't have time to think too much, so he flew over to the back of the monster python and shouted: "Go away!" The monster python screamed and almost flew forward against the ground.

In the darkness, with a "bang", the monster python hit something.

The ice on the monster python's back fell to the ground, and there was a big hole on his forehead, and the blood suddenly dyed his face red. He couldn't care about this, and he got up from the ground and touched forward... Hanbing suddenly screamed excitedly. In the darkness, he actually touched the huge stone tablet. He clearly remembered that this huge stone tablet fell from the exit of the tomb passage. Finding this stone tablet is equivalent to finding the exit of the tomb.

A huge roar continued to come, and the tomb passage was collapsing.

Hanbing jumped to the back of the monster python again, and his palms suddenly pushed upwards toward his head.

The tomb passage collapsed, the huge stone tablet fell to the ground, and a dark hole suddenly appeared on the top of his head.

Han Bing slapped the monster python violently. The monster python roared, its huge wings shook, and then hovered along the dark hole...

There was gradually a bright light above the head, and the light became brighter and brighter...

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dusk.

The suburbs of Zhao Jingcheng.

In a small farmyard, smoke from cooking was curling. The head of the household was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with dark skin and a weathered face covered with wrinkles. His premature aging looks were a bit inconsistent with his age. The hardships and hardships of life have tortured him to an extreme extent.

He was chopping wood in the small yard. In the small thatched hut, a thick fragrance of medicine had already come from the dilapidated small mud stove. Next to the small mud stove was a worn small wooden bed.

Luo Xiaofeng was lying motionless on Xiaomu's bed. A wet towel was applied on his forehead. The thick fragrance of medicine was drilling into his nostrils.

Luo Xiaofeng woke up, and he slowly opened his eyes, supported the head of the bed with his hands, and wanted to sit up.

The middle-aged man hurriedly put down his work, ran over hurriedly, held Luo Xiaofeng, and smiled honestly: "You are awake!"

Luo Xiaofeng had a severe headache. He looked around and said, "Uncle, where is this place?"

The middle-aged man said: "This is my home. This is the suburb of Zhao Jingcheng."

Luo Xiaofeng said "Oh". He clearly remembered that when he rushed out of the Demon Sword Pond, his body was wrapped in a thick fog. The mysterious thick fog took him to fly in the sky. I don't know how long it took, but a sound came from the hazy, "The capital of the Great Zhao Empire has arrived!" followed by a violent shaking. Luo Xiaofeng's center of gravity was unbalanced and fell down suddenly. The thick fog held him and fell rapidly. Finally, with a "bang", he knew nothing.

It was this uncle who saved him. Luo Xiaofeng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with gratitude.

The middle-aged man helped Luo Xiaofeng tuck the quilt and said, "When I found you, you were lying on the hill behind my house, and there was a broken sword next to you." As he said, pointing to a broken sword placed on the head of the bed.

Luo Xiaofeng knew that this broken sword was the illusion of the demon curse, and the ancient magic sword was sealed inside. Fortunately, this uncle picked it up, and if it was lost, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The middle-aged man looked at Luo Xiaofeng's pale face and asked with concern: "Whose child are you? What's your name? Where do you live?"

Luo Xiaofeng looked a little sad: "My name is Luo Xiaofeng, I am a homeless wanderer." He immediately cheered up again and asked the middle-aged man with a smile: "What is the uncle's name?"

The middle-aged man smiled honestly: "My surname is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Jiu, and they all call me Lao Jiu."

Luo Xiaofeng smiled and said, "So it's Uncle Ninth!"

Uncle Jiu touched Luo Xiaofeng's forehead: "Do you feel better? How did you fall?"

Luo Xiaofeng didn't know how to answer, but just said, "I feel much better, but my head hurts a little?"

Uncle Jiu didn't ask much, and he was adding charcoal to the small mud stove: "This is the medicine I picked on the mountain. After taking the medicine, it will be better." His wrinkled face was red by the fire.

It was dark, and Uncle Jiu lit a small pine oil lamp. After dinner was ready, Uncle Jiu first filled Luo Xiaofeng with a large bowl. Luo Xiaofeng felt warm in his heart, and he felt the warmth of home again.

The next morning, Luo Xiaofeng was awakened by a noise. He got up, trying to see what happened! Uncle Jiu got up at some point. There was a bowl of steaming soup on the stove.

Luo Xiaofeng put on his clothes and wanted to go out to see what happened. He pushed the door open, but found that the door was locked outside.

What's going on? Just when Luo Xiaofeng couldn't figure out what was going on, a roar suddenly came from outside the door.

Luo Xiaofeng looked out through the crack in the door and was shocked.

Outside the door, seven burly men surrounded Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu had several places on his body. He rushed left and right, but still couldn't break out of the encirclement. The seven burly men, with seven pairs of fists, and their fists fell on Uncle Jiu like raindrops. Uncle Jiu was completely in a passive position of being beaten, and blood flowed out of his mouth and nose. The corners of his eyes were also cracked, and his eyes were almost beaten out.

Luo Xiaofeng couldn't help it anymore. He grabbed the two door panels and pulled them hard with both hands. He heard a "click" sound, and the door lock was released and fell off.

The people outside the door were stunned and stopped at the same time.

Luo Xiaofeng rushed over and protected Uncle Jiu behind him.

The burly men were shocked at first. When they saw that Luo Xiaofeng was just an eight or nine-year-old child, they couldn't help laughing. A burly man in the lead came over with a smile: "If you don't go home to have breastfeeding, why are you here for?" As he said that, he grabbed a palm-leaf-shelf hand.
Chapter completed!