evening.

The rain outside has stopped.

Zhang Heng woke up from meditation and looked back at Hu Mengmeng.

He found that he was lying next to him, transformed into a little white tiger, and had already fallen asleep beside him.

"This spiritual jade bed is indeed extraordinary and should be among the top-grade immortal artifacts."

"Sitting on it to practice practice will get twice the result with half the effort, and it will be of great benefit to me."

Zhang Heng thought so.

He glanced at Hu Mengmeng again.

The little guy was sleeping happily with his legs in the air. Because he was still young, the pads on his feet were all pink and tender, making him look cute and cute.

Zhang Heng has never raised a cat before.

But in appearance, Hu Mengmeng looks like a large white cat.

It looks good and feels comfortable to the touch.

"Ouch..."

Reach out and touch two handfuls.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but laugh and felt a little better.

But he was happy.

Hu Mengmeng was not happy that her sleep was disturbed. She kicked her feet sleepily and looked at him, unable to stop sighing.

"You don't practice anymore?"

Hu Mengmeng lowered his head.

He rubbed his head against himself as if washing his face: "When is it?"

"Youshi, the time when the sun sets and the hens return to their nests."

Zhang Heng said while tapping Hu Mengmeng's ears.

"Don't make trouble."

Hu Mengmeng shook her head, turned into a little girl and sat aside. Half confused and half sleepy, she asked: "Are you going back?"

"yes."

"That's why I woke you up and said goodbye to you."

As Zhang Heng spoke, he did not forget to remind: "Remember to keep the things I can cultivate a secret for me, and don't tell anyone."

"Don't worry, we are good friends."

Hu Mengmeng agreed wholeheartedly.

Then he thought of something and trotted out the door. He quickly came back with two pheasants: "Then, these are for you. You must remember to come see me tomorrow."

"Don't worry, the spiritual jade bed will be of great benefit to my practice."

Zhang Heng agreed and walked out with the pheasant on his back.

Walk to the main hall.

He stopped again, looked at the tiger statue, then looked at Hu Mengmeng behind him, and opened his mouth hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I won't tell my father if he asks me."

Hu Mengmeng thought Zhang Heng was afraid that she would tell her father, so she quickly assured her.

But don't know.

This was not what Zhang Heng was thinking about, but that the fairy light on the statue was dim and almost lifeless.

usually.

No matter how far apart they are, the gods can descend or convey messages through the statues.

There are generally only two situations when a god's statue is dark: the god is sealed or severely damaged.

"How long has it been since your father contacted you?"

Zhang Heng asked tentatively.

"Three to five days."

Hu Mengmeng didn't notice anything was wrong yet: "My father is away leading the army, and he often only contacts me once every ten and a half months. What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Zhang Heng didn't say much.

Hushan Shen went to Beihai to lead troops to conquer the Star Sect, so it was normal for him to be slightly injured.

It’s not like he died and the statue collapsed.

What are you panicking about?

There is no need to say it to scare children.

"I go first."

"If you are in danger and the sky and the earth are not responding, just call my name loudly and I will sense it."

Zhang Heng carried the pheasant on his back and did not forget to warn him.

"Call you?"

Hu Mengmeng had a look of disbelief on her face: "I have hundreds of ghosts guarding me. If I call you every day, I won't respond. If I call you, wouldn't we all die together?"

Zhang Heng nodded her ears and said with a smile: "I am a guest from heaven, and I am descended to the human world. If I don't have any means of self-protection, then I'd better be a slut."

Said.

Zhang Heng thought for a while: "In this world, only Emperor Li can give me a high look, and everyone else is barely interested."

Hu Mengmeng didn’t believe it: “Where is my father?”

"Your father!"

Zhang Heng smiled and shook his head.

Although he didn't know whether Hushan God was a real immortal or an earthly immortal, he thought he couldn't be any higher.

Such cultivation.

To be honest, there are a lot of them in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

If the God of Tiger Mountain ascends.

Either he was pulling stones in a mine, or he was pulling carts in a certain trading house.

I can't think of anything else he could do.

"Slightly, slightly..."

Hu Mengmeng made a face: "Bragging..."

Fine.

Zhang Heng left dumbfounded.

"Fourth brother, there are two chickens again."

Walk all the way home.

Before entering the village, Zhang Heng saw his second brother who came to pick him up.

"Second brother, why are you here?"

To this nominal second brother.

Zhang Heng's attitude is average.

Because from the bottom of his heart, he despises such idle and lazy people.

"Your third sister is worried about you."

"Everyone is poor these days, and you are young. If anyone sees you and has evil thoughts, your third sister will cry to death."

Said.

Brother Zhang is about to get the pheasant that Zhang Heng is carrying.

Zhang Heng didn't give it to him: "You can't eat these two pheasants. Pheasants are rare and rarer than ordinary domestic hens. These two are alive, but they just fainted. Keep them and sell them in the town tomorrow morning."

, it should be able to sell for a higher price.”

"Now that I'm back, I'll buy a few more chicks and raise them. The chickens will lay eggs, and the eggs will lay chickens. Then I won't have to worry about not having eggs to eat."

"Eggs!"

Brother Zhang swallowed hard: "That's a good thing."
To be continued...