4000-year-old stone statue revived

Chapter 60

This hut is divided into two rooms, shared by a stone wall in the middle, and the doors of the two rooms open to both sides.

Ling Guang opened the door and entered, Tang Xiaoyu finally had the opportunity to peek inside the house, and happily followed.When I went in, I found that the inside was still double-storey, and the area was not small, a bit like a small townhouse.

No one has lived in the house for a long time, even though the air in Yingzhou is extremely clean, there is a thick layer of dust accumulated on the furniture.Naturally, this kind of trivial matter can't trouble the gods, where the divine power nourishes, everything is restored to brand new, very comfortable.

Tang Xiaoyu picked out a stone chair, sat on it happily, raised his legs, and hooked his fingers towards Lingguang.

"Come on, Lord God!"

Ling Guang silently ignored the old man and wandered around the house.The people living here in Yingzhou are a group of guys who don't need food and drink, but a certain uncle does. He has to find some food so that the uncle can survive.

The water source is okay, the entrance is the tributary of the water source of the waterfall, the water is as mellow as wine, and you will get drunk if you drink too much.Food The only thing a mortal can eat is the small fruit on the tree, which cannot fill his stomach.

He was struggling with how to feed the frail mortal, but when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing next door, he was startled and looked up at the door. Sure enough, within a few seconds, an old man with white hair and childlike face passed by, and he walked into the house curiously. look.

Ling Guang frowned and called to him: "Who are you? Why are you in the Netherworld?"

Next door is the house of Zhiming Shenjun?Tang Xiaoyu also raised his head and looked at the old man at the door.

The old man made a bow respectfully: "Seniors, Zhang Quanyi, the junior, had the good fortune to teach boxing techniques from the God of the Underworld, and later made friends with him. He allowed the junior to live in his residence in Yingzhou, so..."

The two seniors... The corners of Tang Xiaoyu's mouth twitched, feeling extremely guilty about his inexplicable glory.

Then he thought jokingly, what kind of boxing can Zhiming Shenjun teach?Wang Baquan?

"Are you a cultivator?" Ling Guang didn't care about that title, but was interested in another matter: "Do you have food for mortals?"

"Food...?" Zhang Quanyi showed a bit of surprise on his face. Of course, under the surprise, he still had to do his best to satisfy the senior's request: "There are several corn plants in the junior yard, I wonder if they can be seen by the senior."

Corn is also okay, anyway, the crops that grow in Guixu will carry the aura of nourishing people, at least they will not be eaten to death.

Ling Guang went out with him, and when he came back, he brought a few sticks of corn, half a bowl of small fruits, and two bamboo tubes of sweet spring water.

Tang Xiaoyu looked at his glamorous god, who looked like a farmer's uncle with a good harvest, and couldn't stop laughing like a rooster crowing. In the end, he was violently beaten on the back of the head by the god.

Well, at least we can barely solve the food problem of weak chickens, and the leisurely honeymoon is naturally going outside for a walk.

Yingzhou has a vast land and abundant resources, and as far as the eye can see, they are all people who have become immortals and gods. For Tang Xiaoyu, a local turtle, he is naturally amazed by everything he sees.It's like the animals that come and go in the mountains are agile and charming, and their fur is as gorgeous as a famous painting. Most of them can speak, although the words may sound childish, but the pure and simple temperament is very rare.

There are also many people who practice immortality, and they are the residents of those huts on the plain.The people who have cultivated to the Dacheng state and can live in Yingzhou are naturally outstanding. Tang Xiaoyu met them face to face, and they all felt infinite awe from the bottom of their hearts.

The rest is the real god.Most of their houses are on the fairy mountain, occupying a large area, but the time of stay is very little. According to Ling Guang, it may take thousands of years to relax.

This caused Tang Xiaoyu to feel extremely flustered when he was nestled in the mountain hut that was as quiet as a grave at nightfall.In a hut that has not been lived in for thousands of years, the stone chairs and stone beds are still intact, so there is no possibility of such quilts, pillows and the like.Ling Guang gave him the red cloak as a quilt to cover him. Although it could keep his whole body warm, he didn't have the thick sense of security like a quilt.

Tang Xiaoyu tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, desperately pulling Ling Guang to talk to increase his vitality, and in the later stage, he burrowed into the other party's arms and muttered a little to deceive himself.

Ling Guang had no choice but to stay with him for half the night. Seeing him gradually falling asleep, he finally calmed down and began to think about what to do tomorrow.

The food, environment, and accommodation conditions are all unsatisfactory. It seems that it is a bit reckless to bring a modern person back to the ruins hastily.Maybe we still have to let him go back to the familiar world, the place where he feels safe.

When Tang Xiaoyu woke up, it was still dark, and there was no lighting in the house, only the red cloak was emitting a faint red light.In the silence, he could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing, as if he was abandoned in the grave alone.This recognition made his heart beat faster, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch his side. Fortunately, the god is here.

He felt at ease for less than three seconds, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Shenjun didn't need to sleep, he woke up and fumbled here and there, why didn't Shenjun pay attention to him?

You won't be wandering like before, will you?How about telling me in advance?

Tang Xiaoyu sat up angrily, found the target with the dim light, and pushed hard: "Get up!"

Sure enough, there was no response, just as silent as last time.

There was a disgusting ominousness transpiring in the air, it billowed like smoke, lingering around Tang Xiaoyu's side, and even lingering in his heart.Looking into the depths, there is endless darkness, mixed with pain and sadness that go deep into the bone marrow.

He sat on the stone bed until the sun rose in the east, and the sunlight penetrated the small pearl fruits of the plants outside and shot into the small window of the house, leaving colorful colors.On the stone bed, the silent body beside him finally opened his eyes.

"Wandering away again?" Tang Xiaoyu's tone was also tainted with that kind of ominousness.

"..." Ling Guang was speechless for a moment, and said embarrassingly: "You slept late last night, I want you to rest peacefully for a while, so I didn't wake you up again."

The words sounded very reasonable, but the ominousness came unreasonably.Tang Xiaoyu's face was almost calm, but he deeply knew the depth of fear and panic in his heart.

"Tell the truth, you... tell me, what's going on?"

"It's nothing." Ling Guang stood up, using his movements to avoid questioning eyes: "Where do you want to go today? Do you want to go to Penglai or Fanghu?"

Tang Xiaoyu's long silence made Ling Guang very uncomfortable. He knew that Tang Xiaoyu was suspicious, but he didn't know how to eliminate this suspicion.This suspicion is based on the truth he concealed, and if it disappears for a while, there will always be a day when it cannot be eradicated.

After a long time, he finally heard Tang Xiaoyu's answer: "...I want to go home."

"Then go home." He hurriedly nodded and agreed, with a guilty look on his eager face.

The two returned home again, but Tang Xiaoyu's grievances were not completely eliminated.He forced himself not to think about it so much, but pretended to return to his previous heartless appearance, doing whatever he wanted to be beaten.

"Honeymoon at home is also very good! Buy vegetables and cook rice, you watch me eat, and then you wash the dishes!"

Ling Guang couldn't help laughing: "You really dare to command God."

"Why don't I dare!" Tang Xiaoyu raised his head and put on a proud expression: "I'm so courageous! Not only do I dare to command, I dare to moleste!"

Ling Guang gave him a slap on the back of the head without saying a word.

So the courageous mortals took the gods to the supermarket proudly, bought half a carload of ingredients, and then came back with divine power, not to mention how chic they were.The kitchen, which hadn’t been turned on for a long time, was lit with an orange ceiling light, and the faint blue flames of the gas stove licked the bottom of the pot. The mortals were scalded by the splashing hot oil, and threw ingredients into the pot with unskilled methods.

home atmosphere.

Ling Guang stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the guy who was determined not to let him in and get burned, there was a hint of warmth in the corner of his lips.

After two hours, Tang Xiaoyu finally took out the bowl and looked at the inexplicable noodles. He still had a sense of accomplishment, saying that it was his first cooking success.Ling Guang leaned against the dining table with great interest, watching him first stick out his tongue after being scalded, then bared his teeth, obviously the taste of noodles was touching, and finally put down his chopsticks silently, picked up the toast on the table and started to eat.

"Shenjun, do you really know how to cook with divine power?" His face was full of sorrow.

Ling Guang really tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's fine to roast the food."

"Really?" Tang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and handed over the leftover half piece of toast in his hand: "Try baking some toast?"

boom!

The toast turned into pitch-black coke in the air, and the crumbs scattered on the dining table, bouncing rhythmically a few times, complementing Tang Xiaoyu's twitching corners of his mouth.

He suddenly slapped the table and stood up: "This is not cooked!"

Ling Guang spread his hands innocently: "...the heat is not easy to control."

Hey, forget it, Tang Xiaoyu rubbed his stomach that had only swallowed two mouthfuls of noodles and half a piece of toast, lazily waited for Ling Guang to finish washing the dishes, and began to wink as usual.

"Come on, God Lord?"

Ling Guang looked down at his hands, which were stained with oil and felt unclean anyway, and flatly refused: "No."

"What are you doing, Xiaoli is stingy." Tang Xiaoyu pouted, leaned on the back of the chair and watched him get into the bathroom, and then reluctantly shrank back.

In the next few days, Tang Xiaoyu found that Ling Guang went to the bathroom more and more frequently.At first, he thought it was a certain god who hated fireworks, so he had to clean it off immediately if it got oily.So he took over the job of washing dishes and took care of his own affairs.

What he didn't expect was that Ling Guang seemed to have become a habit of going to the bathroom, and he still went there several times a day.

You must know that this guy has never used such things as the bathroom. In the past, it was mostly instinctive to go in, wanting to play with the water with the body of a bird.

But now, the number of daily entry and exit has almost caught up with him as a human being, which is obviously abnormal.

Whose bird can play in water four or five times a day?

He wanted to find out what happened, and tried to sneak open the door of the bathroom, but found that the door was locked tightly every time, and he couldn't hear any movement inside, and his secrecy work was comparable to that of an intelligence agent.

What is this dead bird doing?Why are you keeping everything from me!

Tang Xiaoyu was so angry that he jumped up and down, but he couldn't attack directly, otherwise wouldn't he expose his behavior of peeping and eavesdropping?Although he was a bit nervous, he couldn't bear to speak up about this kind of obscenity about spying on what his intimate lover was doing in the bathroom.

So he racked his brains to come up with a trick.