Yang Shengfeng roughly checked everyone's injuries. Although what Di Xinqiu said seemed ruthless, and he always talked about killing without mercy, but since Dijia Village is also a small village in the western border, many of the people Di Xinqiu brought may have never been killed in his life. People, let alone take action against their neighbors. As a result, most injuries sustained by people are superficial. But those who fought against those few cultivators suffered heavy casualties.
Yang Qingyu was also counting the number of people. After some statistics by Yang Qingyu, the casualties of this unexpected attack on Dijiacun were finally calculated.
Seventy-five people from Yangjiacun participated, and this time twenty-eight lives were taken away by Dijiacun. Yang Qingyu felt sad as he looked at the more than forty people who were still busy cleaning up the battlefield.
"Uncle Qingyu, even if it is so difficult to survive in this world, there is no need for you to be sad." Yang Shengfeng briefly treated the injured person's wounds and stood next to Yang Qingyu, "The cruel reality is like this." Yang Shengfeng After saying the last word, he looked at the old man in front of him and found that after this battle, the old man's rickety figure looked even older.
Yang Shengfeng didn't say much, knowing that although Yang Qingyu seemed like an old man these years, the torment in his heart never stopped for a moment. In this battle, although the attack of Dijiacun was stopped, Yang Qingyu felt uncomfortable looking at the casualties.
"Uncle Shengfeng, come and see what this is?" Yang Yinghui's voice sounded on the field. It seemed that the shouting was a little urgent. Yang Yinghui held a mustard bag in his hand and ran towards Yang Shengfeng. Yang Yinghui's voice attracted the attention of many people. Although Yang Shengfeng's strong attack just now did not cause any harm to the people in Dijia Village, at that moment, it almost frightened Di Xinqiu. In the panic, the mustard seed bag that Yang Shengfeng had detained was thrown away. Yang Yinghui held it in his hand.
"What on earth is it?" Yang Qingjue had a strange expression on his face. In the battle just now, Yang Qingjue resisted a cultivator from Dijia Village who had just entered the Mountain Viewing Realm, and received a palm on his left chest. When he spoke just now, he unexpectedly moved his lungs, causing Yang Qingjue to suffer endless pain, and the expression on his face was even weirder. "I'll see how happy you are." Yang Qingjue said, slowly dragging her body and walking over.
"What is it? Yinghui." Yang Shengfeng also didn't expect that even if Di Xinchou was not a strong man, he was still a practitioner who had been in the Mountain Viewing Realm for many years. Especially when he heard Yang Yinghui's urgent voice, he felt a little bit in his heart. curious.
"Uncle Shengfeng, I don't know what it is. There are several things in here that I don't even recognize." Yang Yinghui was a little embarrassed by Yang Shengfeng's question. He himself did not expect that one of his careless shouts would actually Yang Shengfeng's curiosity aroused, and Yang Yinghui also felt a little embarrassed. One hand touched his nose, indicating that he was unintentional.
"Okay, bring it over and let me take a look." Yang Shengfeng was speechless and pursed his lips. He was not surprised by Yang Yinghui's recklessness.
"I just don't understand, yet I still have to act like this." Yang Qingjue spoke in a strange voice, which was louder and softer.
"Okay, just stop talking. It's not a good thing to show off after you've hurt your lungs." Yang Yingfeng gathered around and looked at the funny Yang Qingjue, pretending to say. He knew that Yang Qingjue had injured his lungs, and if he spoke, he would affect the injury. This was also the reason for the strange expression on Yang Qingjue's face. I am very happy that Yang Qingjue can withstand the cultivators of Guanshan Realm. It seems that Qingjue is about to make a breakthrough. Yang Yingfeng thought to himself, I have to work harder.
"Okay, let me see what it is." Yang Shengfeng interrupted their conversation. Yang Yinghui came to Yang Shengfeng. Yang Shengfeng took the mustard seed bag and released a stream of mental energy into it.
The space of the mustard bag is not very large, which is what Yang Shengfeng expected. After all, in this remote and remote area of the western border, mustard bags are already rare, not to mention that it is still a small village. Yang Shengfeng continued to explore the space inside. The mustard bag was almost full.
"Yinghui, what are you talking about?" Yang Yingfeng was also very curious. After all, Yang Yinghui's temperament is usually very stable. Except for being a bit out of tune like Yang Zhen, there is nothing else. . But everyone in the village respects Yang Shengfeng. According to Yang Yinghui's character, in front of Yang Shengfeng, he will never be as out of tune as Yang Zhen.
"There is a black box, a sword, some elixirs, and the rest are commonly used things..." Yang Yinghui recalled the contents of the mustard bag, obviously feeling a little embarrassed about his gaffe just now.
Less than a breath later, Yang Shengfeng explored the contents inside and found that apart from the black box, this sword was pretty good. The other elixirs were also relatively common elixirs, but Yang Shengfeng did not Blame Yang Yinghui. Yang Shengfeng took out the contents of the mustard bag. However, he was also very curious about the fact that Di Xinqiu could possess a spiritual sword.
"Okay, don't blame Yinghui." Yang Shengfeng said and took out the black box. Looking at it carefully. The black box is only the size of a palm, square and without any decoration, but it emits a faint fragrance. "Danmu." Yang Shengfeng exclaimed. His face was also shocked.
The black box is made of fine redwood and smells of a light fragrance. Danmu is a rare kind of wood that can keep practitioners awake at all times during practice, thus avoiding addiction to practice. It is a precious spiritual wood that prevents practitioners from going crazy. This shocked Yang Shengfeng. I didn't take a good look at it just now, and I didn't expect it to be a fine pill wood.
Yang Shengfeng's face showed a trace of solemnity. I never thought that there would be such a thing in this barren western border. At first, Yang Shengfeng didn't pay attention and didn't find the danmu. After all, what good things can be found in a small Dijia Village, but when he saw the danmu in front of him, Yang Shengfeng felt a little stir in his heart.
Even Yang Ning, who was playing with Yang Zhen not far away, also noticed the situation here. Yang Ning pulled Yang Zhen over. Yang Ning did not expect that he would actually see redwood in this desolate and barren western border. Yang Ning could not believe his eyes. Danmu was no stranger to Yang Ning in her previous life, and was even quite familiar with it. In the Jingxin Valley where she lives, there is a Dan tree planted by Wan'er. When Yang Ning thought of this, she couldn't help but hear Wan'er's figure in her heart, and she stood in a daze.
"Yang Ning?" Yang Zhen noticed that Yang Ning was suddenly in a trance, and without thinking much, he called softly.
When Yang Ning heard Yang Zhen's voice, she came to her senses and came to Yang Shengfeng's side with Yang Zhen. Yang Ning's small episode did not attract anyone's attention.
At this time, many people had gathered around Yang Shengfeng. After all, on weekdays, Yang Shengfeng was a person who was not interested in anything, but at this moment, Yang Shengfeng's expression changed, which also aroused doubts in everyone's hearts. They all came forward and gathered around.
Yang Shengfeng's expression quickly returned to his usual look. Although the redwood was scarce, it could not make Yang Shengfeng completely lose his composure. But for the sake of safety, Yang Shengfeng still secretly released his consciousness to prevent any accidents.
Yang Shengfeng slowly opened the black box and saw a gray animal skin quietly placed inside. Yang Shengfeng felt reassured. The hide was taken out and nothing unusual was found. The people around him didn't say anything, watching Yang Shengfeng's every move.
"Shengfeng, how are you?" Yang Qingyu came over and found many people surrounding Yang Shengfeng, confused. Yang Qingyu arranged for everyone to be there just now, so he didn't know what happened, but when he saw many people surrounding him, he felt confused. You must know that on weekdays, these people would stay away from Yang Shengfeng when they saw him. Yang Shengfeng usually had a straight face and rarely saw a smile, especially after Yang Shengfeng asked him to train people like Yang Pi, who didn't stay away from Yang Shengfeng. But now Yang Qingyu actually saw many people surrounding Yang Shengfeng, and he was a little shocked.
"Uncle Qingyu, come and take a look at this animal skin." Yang Shengfeng said and handed the animal skin from the black box to Yang Qingyu.
"Huh? What is this?" Yang Qingyu looked puzzled. Yang Qingyu took the animal skin, looked at Yang Shengfeng, and asked in confusion.
"Uncle Qingyu, come and take a look at this animal skin. Have you seen it before?" Although Yang Shengfeng has been in the West Frontier for four or five years, he has basically never left Yangjia Village and is familiar with the ferocious beasts in the West Frontier. Very little, and the animal skin in front of him was something Yang Shengfeng had never heard of. I hope I can get some clues from Yang Qingyu.
Seeing Yang Shengfeng's serious expression, Yang Qingyu became even more confused and looked at the animal skin in his hand with confusion. "Ah, Shengfeng, how come you have the skin of the Onion Deaf Beast?" Yang Qingyu's tone was a little urgent, and he even couldn't believe it. He stared at Yang Shengfeng in shock, as if looking at a weirdo, but he didn't believe his eyes. He looked at the animal skin in his hand, and finally showed a sure look.
"Deaf beast?" Yang Shengfeng was puzzled and noticed Yang Qingyu's gaffe.
"Yes, this is the skin of the Onion Deaf Beast. Don't you know?" Yang Qingyu looked at the skin in his hand again and stared at Yang Shengfeng.
"Grandpa, this animal skin was left by Di Xinqiu, not Uncle Shengfeng." Yang Pi also looked confused when he saw Yang Qingyu losing his composure. He had never heard of the onion-deaf beast that his grandfather mentioned. Seeing that Yang Qingyu believed that the animal skin belonged to Yang Shengfeng, he explained.
"Di Xinqiu?" Yang Qingyu stared at the skin, "This is impossible." Yang Qingyu understood that Di Xinqiu was on par with himself in terms of strength, but how could he have the skin of this deaf beast?
"What's impossible? Uncle Qingyu?" Yang Shengfeng looked puzzled when he saw Yang Qingyu's face.
"Shengfeng. You may not know." Yang Qingyu paused. Seeing Yang Shengfeng's puzzled face, he understood that this animal skin definitely did not belong to Yang Shengfeng, but how could Di Xinqiu have such a deaf beast? animal skin? Yang Qingyu continued, "Our ancestors in Yangjia Village had a stunning figure named Yang Ye. At that time, the entire Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya were under the rule of this ancestor. He was invincible at that time. Ah." Yang Qingyu said with a look of nostalgia on his face, showing great admiration for this ancestor.
"Ancestor Yang Ye was already a peak cultivator at the ninth level of Mountaineering Realm at that time. In his long life, due to his loneliness, he began to take constant risks. Finally, he left the Western Wilderness alone and walked towards the outside of the Western Wilderness Mountain. Go. He left for nearly a hundred years. The ancestor later came back, but when he came back, his whole body was covered with blood and his life was hanging down. He didn’t even mention a word about the hundreds of years that he had disappeared. And this ancestor finally broke out due to his injuries and could not Suppression, the last life and death, and at the last moment, he left this book about the Deaf Beast, and passed down the ancestral instructions not to go deep into the mountains of the Western Wilderness. In the end, he died." Yang Qingyu finished speaking and looked at it. The animal skin in his hand finally confirmed, "And this animal skin is exactly the same as the memory of the Onion Deaf Beast left by ancestor Yang Ye." The animal skin is gray, and there is a bunch of red hair on the back of the animal skin. . But on the front, the blood color has not disappeared, but it has dried a little, and the lines are clear.
Yang Qingyu looked at it carefully, and he couldn't believe his eyes. After all, his ancestor probably died of the onion-deaf beast, so he left a book about the onion-deaf beast before his death.
