The villagers are talking a lot, and there are various speculations about the safe return of the village chief's silly son Zhao Wuhuang.
Zhao Wujiang had a gentle look on his face, and the village chief Zhao Fugui's expression caught his eye. He sighed slightly in his heart, walked closer, clasped his hands in his fists, bowed to Zhao Fugui, and said sincerely:
"Thank you for saving me."
Zhao Fugui's lips trembled, and the luck of being an old father in his heart finally dissipated completely. He supported Zhao Wujiang's bowed arms, opened his mouth, did not speak, and just nodded.
"Ninth brother, you..." Zhao Dalang frowned and expressed confusion, but he soon understood and let out a long sigh.
The villagers in Zhaojia Village looked increasingly puzzled, staring at the village chief and Zhao Wuyan.
Why did Zhao Wuyang suddenly give people such a gentle and gentle feeling? What about the innocent stupidity of before?
What's going on with the village chief? Why do you feel a little older? Shouldn't we be happy when our children come back?
"The danger of the Blood God Sect has been eliminated." Zhao Wujiang said seriously to everyone:
"The Blood God Sect will no longer disturb your lives."
When the villagers heard this, they stared at the village chief's silly son in surprise, thinking that he was talking nonsense. There were immortals in the Blood God Sect. How could they solve the problem with the village chief's silly son?
But they soon became more and more shocked. Why did Zhao Wuxu seem to be a completely different person?
They stared at Zhao Wuxu's serious expression, and then took another look at the Blood God Sect Eagle lying quietly behind Zhao Wuxu, and all kinds of speculations in their minds converged into one.
That's what Zhao Wuyang said. It's all true. The Blood God Sect will never disturb their peaceful life again.
And this Zhao Wuyan has probably never been a fool, and is most likely an immortal. He just encountered an accident and was taken home by the village chief Zhao Fugui.
And this guess was quickly verified.
The villagers watched Zhao Wuxu rubbing his arms and taking out items one by one.
Pots of grass with shimmering auras, delicate flowers of different colors, bags of soil, jade bottles filled with elixirs...
It seemed that Zhao Wuxu had vacated a certain place.
And Zhao Wuyan's arms can hold so many things, so what is he if he's not an immortal?
The villagers exclaimed and talked a lot. Those who had ridiculed Zhao Wuhuang in front of the village chief hid in the crowd and did not dare to speak out. Although Zhao Wuhuang had not returned at that time, they were worried that Zhao Wuhuang, as an immortal, might sense it. Their previous disrespect.
The village chief Zhao Fugui's eyes flickered. Compared to the villagers, he had seen a lot of strange things. He knew that Zhao Wuyang probably wanted to give back to the entire village.
Most of the villagers were filled with emotion and shock as they looked at Zhao Wuxu who kept taking out treasures filled with spiritual energy.
The village chief Zhao Fugui was shocked that he really saved an immortal. He lamented that this immortal was not as ruthless as the legendary immortals, but had a gentle look and valued love and justice.
Not long after, most of the place at the east end of the village was filled with all kinds of things.
The five storage bags in Zhao Wujiang's arms were almost empty.
He has already tested these flowers, grasses, and elixirs, and for him, the effectiveness of cultivation is not that strong.
It is better to give it to this village, so that the whole village will be more spiritual. It does not require that anyone can embark on the path of cultivating immortals. At least it can be done to prolong life.
He explained the functions of these flowers, plants and elixirs, and the villagers exclaimed and bowed respectfully to him to express their gratitude, which he returned seriously.
From the beginning to the end, the village chief, Zhao Fugui, did not say any unnecessary words, but just watched him take out various things with a complex look on his face, containing disappointment and sighs.
Zhao Dalang was much more excited. He was already good at martial arts, and at this time, he had longing in his heart.
Zhao Wujiang took a step closer and lowered his voice:
"I want to go home."
Zhao Fugui's eyes trembled, and he looked at the silly son he had picked up in surprise, his old eyes filled with mist, and he nodded quickly:
"Okay, let's go home."
Zhao Wujiang took the initiative to hold Zhao Fugui's arm and walked towards the other end of the village where he had lived for the past year.
