I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

On the flat and neat concrete path, the water in the ditch next to it was gurgling, making beautiful and moving notes.

Duan Zhenghou quietly followed behind the dark-skinned old man, his eyes couldn't help admiring the peaceful pastoral scenery around him, which always made people feel a sense of ease and comfort.

"Young man, who are you, Song Laizi?"

The dark-skinned old man asked with two bundles of firewood on his shoulders.

"Friends I know in the county! Old man, are you tired of picking such heavy firewood? Do you want me to help you pick it back?"

Duan Zhenghou took a look at the two bundles of firewood that the old man was carrying. The two bundles of firewood looked heavy and heavy. It was hard to imagine that a skinny old man could carry them.

"No, don't look at my age, but picking these two bundles of firewood is like playing! Besides, you are Song Laizi's friend, and you are dressed so cleanly. How can I Let you carry firewood!"

The old man smiled slightly on his simple and honest face.

Duan Zhenghou didn't doubt the old man's words.

Because the old man breathed evenly from the beginning to the end, and his expression was very relaxed. Presumably he is used to often lifting heavy objects.

It seems that the old man in front of him is not easy.

He is almost 80 years old, and he is still working hard for his life.

"It's okay, I can still pick up the firewood!"

Duan Zhenghou thrust the folding fan into his waist, smiled and stretched out his hand to lift the burden on the old man's shoulders, and put it on his shoulders with ease.

"I can't see it, you look thin and tender, and you can still pick up this kind of firewood!" The old man was a little surprised.

"It's nothing!" Duan Zhenghou said with a smile, "I don't know how to call the old man?"

"My surname is Zhou!"

The old man Zhou smiled, his eyes shone with wisdom, "What do you call the young man?"

"Old man, my surname is Duan, you can just call me Duan Zhenghou!" Duan Zhenghou said in a relaxed tone.

"Good name, I wonder if Mr. Duan is married?" Old man Zhou's eyes flickered.

Duan Zhenghou looked at Old Man Zhou's twinkling eyes and understood, "Old man, I'm already married, and I have several children!"

In fact, where does he have any children? It's purely to fool Old Man Zhou.

"That's a pity. I originally wanted to introduce my daughter to you?" Old man Zhou showed regret.

"Young man, I'm not bragging to you, except that my daughter is a little older, I can assure you that she looks really good-looking!

It's a pity, if it wasn't for the incident that happened back then, my daughter wouldn't be unmarried until now! "The old man Zhou said with a sad face.

The corner of Duan Zhenghou's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

This old man looks about 80 years old, men and women in the world generally get married early, so the old man's daughter is now in her [-]s or [-]s at least.

"Old man, don't worry too much, I believe that your daughter will meet her destined person!!"

"If so, that's fine."

Old man Zhou suddenly sized Duan Zhenghou up and down, and couldn't help sighing, "It would be great if you didn't marry a wife, what a pity, what a pity!!

Duan Zhenghou secretly wiped off his cold sweat.

Fortunately, he had seen the old man Zhou's intentions before.

Otherwise, he might be dragged by the old man Zhou to meet a sixty-seventy-year-old girl.

"Old man, I see that the hatchet in your hand is a bit different, presumably it wasn't made by ordinary people?"

Duan Zhenghou hurriedly changed the subject. In fact, he had always noticed the hatchet in Old Man Zhou's hand, but he couldn't say it out for a while.

"You mean this hatchet?" The old man Zhou picked up the hatchet with a smile, "This hatchet was made by our mayor, and it is much better than the ones sold outside!"

"Your mayor also makes farm tools?" Duan Zhenghou's eyes flashed.

"That's natural, I'm not talking to you, the farm tools made by our mayor are really good, let's say my hatchet, I have used it for almost 20 years, chopping firewood, it is easy to cut Break!!"

The old man Zhou said quite proudly. .seven

Back then, the farm tools built by the mayor have now become treasures like family heirlooms.

"So powerful? Can the old man show me your hatchet?"

Duan Zhenghou pretended to be very surprised.

In fact, he was not surprised in his heart. For the same material, things forged with cultivation methods are naturally better than those of the world.

It's just that ordinary monks don't use the technique of refining tools to help mortals make farm tools.

"Row!"

Old man Zhou hesitated for a moment, but still handed the hatchet to Duan Zhenghou. Duan Zhenghou grabbed the burden on his shoulder with one hand, and reached out to catch the hatchet with the other.

As soon as the hatchet was in his hands, an unknown force poured into Duan Zhenghou's body, his complexion changed slightly, and his steps suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Duan, did you become more energetic after holding this hatchet?"

Seeing Duan Zhenghou's dazed look, old man Zhou smiled slightly, as long as anyone who has held a hatchet will suddenly regain his energy, he knows it.

"That's right!"

Duan Zhenghou squeezed out a forced laugh, but his throat swallowed.

At this moment, he was beyond shocked inside.

Originally, he thought it was just a farm tool used by a certain monk to practice in his spare time.

But this is no ordinary farm tool.

This is a magic weapon.

Moreover, it is a very special instrument.

Not only is the technique of refining the weapon weird, but the material is obviously made of ordinary iron and stone, without a trace of spiritual power, but it contains some kind of power.

This power seems to be...

Xuantian Spirit Treasure.

That's right, it is Xuantian Lingbao.

The Xuantian Lingbao is different from other magic weapons.

Because most of Xuantian Lingbao conceived Qi Ling, people who possess Xuantian Lingbao can indirectly obtain some power from Qi Ling.

But the strange thing is that he didn't feel the existence of the weapon spirit on this hatchet.

But no matter what, this hatchet is indeed a genuine magic weapon for cultivating immortals.

Magical artifacts can be forged from ordinary common iron.

Who is the person who forged this hatchet?

"Mr. Duan, have you finished reading? Just return this hatchet to me!"

Old man Zhou is very precious to the hatchet. In fact, not to mention him, the people in the town are very precious to the farm tools that the mayor once made.

"Look at it, look at it!"

Duan Zhenghou took a deep breath and hurriedly returned the hatchet to old man Zhou.

Although he really wanted to study this hatchet, he didn't dare to snatch it in the small town.

A person who can forge a magic weapon like Xuantian Lingbao and arrange so many ancient magic circles must have a very high level of cultivation.

He even suspected that the person hiding in the small town was spying on his every move at the moment.

"Old man, you said that this hatchet was made by your mayor?"

Duan Zhenghou guessed vaguely in his heart, could it be that the mayor was also the person who arranged the formation?