I only came when I became an emperor with golden fingers

This willow tree is hopeless.

The little boy also reacted a little when he heard Liu Shen's words.

"Uncle Meng, can the monks around the formation be called envoys, gods, ancient Buddhas, emperors, and immortals?"

Xiao Budian asked, blinking his eyes.

Meng Chuan was numb.

You go out to inquire, which array realm dares to call itself like this?

But Meng Chuan couldn't explain to Xiaobudian, because he was just a kid.

"Array state, it's still a billion points away from these titles. You have to work hard in the future to get such a title."

"Then what will I be called in the future?" Xiao Budian muttered to himself, and directly fast-forwarded to the stage of what should be his external title in the future.

"Just call it the favorite to eat animal milk." Meng Chuan replied smoothly.

The little boy jumped up and looked at Meng Chuan, "I just took this a few days ago, how does Uncle Meng know my name in the False God Realm!"

"..."

Sure enough, everything is predestined.

At this time, everyone in the village spotted Meng Chuan's figure and surrounded him one after another.

"Mr. Yuan has returned safely, which is a joy." Shi Yunfeng was full of energy, with bright eyes and a bright smile.

"Haha, I also miss Shicun very much when I leave." Meng Chuan said with a smile, seeing this group of simple people again is indeed a pleasant thing.

"I also want to congratulate the patriarch, he has recovered from his injuries, and his cultivation has improved to a higher level."

Meng Chuan could tell Shi Yunfeng's state at a glance.

The old patriarch's old illnesses have disappeared, and his cultivation base has gone up a level, and he has reached the deep realm of Dongtian Realm.

Shi Yunfeng used to be a cultivator in the Dongtian Realm, but unfortunately encountered some changes, he was unable to use his strength, and even his life was in danger.

Now he's healed and better.

Then Meng Chuan looked at all the clansmen in Shicun again, with a slightly thicker smile on his face, and nodded.

"Everyone is great and working hard."

Except for Shi Yunfeng, everyone in the village has changed more or less.

Shi Qingfeng's grandfather, who was near the end of his lifespan, could live for more than ten years after Meng Chuan's washing of tendons and marrow.

During this period of time, using the resources of Shicun, he successfully took a crucial step, from Hualing to the inscription realm.

It is ready to be a marquis.

His talent is not bad in the first place, if he was not injured and was exiled to the second ancestral land, he might have become a marquis by himself.

There are too many top-level treasures in Shicun, which have a great guiding effect on the cultivation of monks in the inscription realm.

As for the adults in the village, they had only entered the blood-moving realm not long before Meng Chuan left. Of course, they would not be able to step into the cave again when Meng Chuan left.

It's just that everyone's qi and blood have increased greatly, their strength has become much stronger, and their progress in moving blood is also very fast.

At the same time, more adults have stepped into the blood-moving realm and embarked on the road of cultivation.

There are young and strong, and there are women.

There are also those children, there are already older children who have just entered the blood-moving realm, and the other children have a deep understanding of the bone inscriptions.

There is no shortage of wealth and land, even if they are all top-notch, the overall progress of Stone Village is quite obvious, and it can already be said to be a village of practice.

Not counting Meng Chuan and Liushen, Shicun now also has an inscription (Shi Qingfeng's grandfather), a Hualing (Qinglinying), a Dongtian (Shi Yunfeng), and many blood-moving clansmen.

This kind of strength is enough to gain a foothold anywhere in Shi Country.

If Maoqiu, that is, the little monkey after Zhu Yan's nirvana, recovers, Shicun will instantly become a giant.

It's just that this huge monster is top-heavy.

"Mr. Yuan's kindness, Shicun will never forget." Shi Yunfeng said solemnly.

Without Mr. Yuan, there would be no Shicun today.

Mr. Yuan and God Liu are their patron saints and guides!

"Patriarch, what you said is that you don't regard me as a member of Shicun!" Meng Chuan said with a smile.

"Hahaha, it's the old man and I made a slip of the tongue." Shi Yunfeng also laughed.

"Mr. Yuan is naturally from Shicun, and Shicun is also Mr. Yuan's home."

"We are all one family!" Xiao Budian jumped onto Meng Chuan's back and said loudly with his arms around Meng Chuan's neck.

"You little one, why do you smell so strongly of milk? Did you steal animal milk again just now?" Meng Chuan shouted.

"I don't, the little one is five years old, and he doesn't drink animal milk anymore!" The little one blushed, and argued:

"Uncle Meng, you are bad, you slandered people as soon as you came back!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Shy shy."

"Five-year-old can't stop breastfeeding, chasing sparrow little Haohao!"

The whole village was filled with laughter one after another, and the air was full of joy.

Willow God's branches also flew a little bit.

The first thousand and seventy-three chapters were installed

Meng Chuan had just returned, and the little boy was very tired of Meng Chuan, and followed him almost every step of the way.

And Meng Chuan also brought some gifts to the people in Shicun.

Sharp weapons, medicinal pills for cultivation, and some strange cultivation methods.

Coming back this time, Meng Chuan was quite happy to see the thriving and vigorous development of Shicun Village.

There is a thrill of nurturing.

A small mountain village, under its own management and construction, will go straight to the nine heavens in the future and suppress the world.

Think a little excited.

Sure enough, the habit of farming and growing is rooted in nature.

Meng Chuan also enjoys the cleanliness of the stone village. Although he has traveled all over the world in his life, it is difficult for him to feel like he is in the stone village.

Unless Meng Qi also turned into a child of one or two years old.

But later, Meng Chuan couldn't bear it.

Xiaobudian just wanted to take tea leaves from him to make milk tea.

It's not a big deal to give tea to the little guy.

But the problem is that the things made by the little guy are extremely unpalatable, and it is a waste of Meng Chuan's collection.

It's okay to ask for tea, but not to waste it.

Then on this day, Meng Chuan threw the little one out of the stone village with his collar in hand.

"Go, leave your prestige in the wilderness, you can also choose to approach the ancient country and compete with others!"

"Uncle Meng didn't take my pottery pot, that's my fairy soldier!" The little one shouted dancing in the sky.

Hearing what the little one said, everyone was a little speechless, the milk can is the milk can, return your fairy soldiers.

It's a shame to say such a thing.

"I asked you to train yourself, don't go to the beast's lair to steal animal milk!" Meng Chuan vaccinated the little one.

Training should look like training, holding the milk pot all the way, drinking animal milk and walking over, what does it look like.

"I don't drink animal milk anymore, I drink milk tea now!" The little boy's voice became smaller and smaller, moving away from Shicun.

The people in the village looked at the little guy who became a black spot and then completely disappeared from their eyes, and they all sent blessings to the little guy.

Let Xiao BuDian come back safely.

But in the wilderness, Xiaobudian was in a daze.

"30 miles, do I have to walk on two legs?" Xiao Budian scratched his head, thinking it was inappropriate.

He has now achieved achievements in the blood-moving realm that are enough to shock the Eight Regions, but in terms of foot strength, he is still at the beginning of his cultivation after all, and it is impossible to go so fast.

Of course, this won't be very fast, compared to those beasts with outstanding speed.

"I want a mount, Uncle Meng, let my wish come true!" Little Dot shouted with open arms.

"Clap."

A small wooden horse fell from the sky and landed on the little boy's head.

"Fulfill your wish." Meng Chuan's voice rang in Xiao Budian's ear.

"Only this one, no second wish."

Xiao BuDian took off the wooden horse on top of his head and stared blankly.

"Is this my mount?" Xiao Budian's tone was a bit strange.

"It looks like I can crush it with one butt..."

As soon as Xiao Budian finished speaking, the small wooden horse in his hand flashed and turned into a big wooden horse.

"Ah!" Xiao Budian exclaimed, looking at the big wooden horse in amazement.

amazing!

Then the little boy climbed onto the back of the wooden horse, touching here and there. Although it was a wooden horse, it didn't feel like wood at all.

"drive!"

The little boy shouted, and even patted the big Trojan horse's buttocks.

The big Trojan horse was very silent and didn't make a sound, but it ran a long way away with a "swoosh".

Sitting on the horseback, Xiao Budian yelled, feeling like the wind.

"Stop, stop!" Xiao BuDian hurriedly shouted, and the big wooden horse stopped obediently.

"A good mount, a good mount, really a good mount." The little one was very happy as he stroked the head of the big wooden horse.

Then Xiaobudian looked around, seeing the towering ancient trees, Xiaobudian's eyes suddenly lit up.

Jumped off the big wooden horse, broke a branch, and climbed back on the big wooden horse.

Then the little boy sat on the horseback, dragged the branches, and looked ahead.

"Snapped!"

The little one patted the horse's butt with a branch, and then shouted majestically:

"Charge for me, little one!"

In such a short time, the little one gave the Trojan horse a name.

With a "swoosh", the big wooden horse rushed out, and the little one hunched over holding a branch, like a general who was about to charge into battle.

"Da Huang, I'm coming, Ancient Country, I'm coming!"

"I am the little boy of Ishimura!"

The words remained where they were, and Xiao BuDian had already been carried away by the Trojan horse for a long distance.

However, after a while, the little one came back on the wooden horse.

He looked left and right among the wilderness, and finally climbed up an ancient tree, looked at the endless wilderness forest, the vast mountains, and finally looked up at the sun.

Xiao BuDian scratched his head.

"Yeah, I went in the wrong direction just now."

"Then where should I go?" The little man fell into great doubts.

Then the little boy patted his head and jumped onto the little wooden horse.