The boy looked at Ding Ling's face full of confusion. He seemed to have made a great decision and said, "If... you are not a bad person, then go to my house."

Ding Ling immediately showed a smile: "Why am I like a bad person?"

Well, Ding Ling surrendered to a child.

When he doesn't know where he is, the most important thing is to settle down first. Especially in his current situation... He has no spiritual power realm, and no money, but he only has dozens of yuan in his body.

You can't let him steal other people's corn in the field and drill wood to make fire, right?

Touching the empty wallet, Ding Ling hated his habit of putting everything into the universe for the first time.

...

After Mu Bangchang walked about less than a mile, they came to a small village.

There are not many residents in the village, only about a dozen households, and the houses are quite sparsely built. At this time, smoke in the village was scattered, and each household started cooking.

Mu Bangchang walked into a large yard surrounded by bamboo fences. He put down his back basket under the eaves and shouted loudly into the room: "Dad, mom. I'm back."

A middle-aged man came out of the main hall. He was wearing a linen dress, his hair tied with a bun on his head and three strands of beautiful beards on his chin.

When he saw Ding Ling, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned. He hesitated and said, "Chang'er, is this?"

"Brother Ding Ling, I picked it up on the road."

Ding Ling was embarrassed, so he stepped forward and bowed: "Hello Uncle Mu, I'm here to visit relatives. It's too late now, and there's no village or shop in front of me, so I have to come and disturb you for a night, hope..."

A hint of alertness rose in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Oh? If you join a relative, where are your relatives?"

Ding Ling said naturally: "Wu County".

The middle-aged man nodded: "That's a bit far away, come in. Chang'er, take the guests into the house."

That night, Ding Ling had a dinner two thousand years ago in this time and space that I don’t know whether it was a fantasy or a time traveling through time.

This dinner is really simple, it is a meal of corn porridge, then two corns per person, and then a plate of sauerkraut.

During the meal, Mu Bangchang's father Mu Liangshan casually talked to Ding Ling about the situation in the Central Plains because Ding Ling said that he was from Yin Chuan.

"Many famous scholars in Yinchuan." Mu Liangshan sighed.

Ding Ling lowered his head and chewed corn. He was afraid that he would reveal his feelings too much, so he just smiled vaguely, "It's just that."

As he said that, he glanced at him inadvertently and saw a sword hanging on the wall behind the man.

Looking at the sword, Ding Ling was slightly stunned.

It seems that this family is really not an ordinary person! You know, although Ding Ling is not a famous sword master, he also knows that in ancient times, the craftsmanship of scabbard and sword hilt even tests craftsmanship more than the craftsmanship of the sword body. Moreover, at that time, a great sword, the hilt of the sword spike of the sword must also be as noble as the sword body!

You can tell from the sword sheath that this sword must be extraordinary!

Mu Liangshan turned around according to Ding Ling's eyes. He smiled, then took the sword off the wall and handed it to Ding Ling: "I saw that Brother Ding was quite interested in this sword just now, so how about asking you to taste it?"

Ding Ling put down the corn and smiled. He wiped his hands, then held the scabbard and the hilt, and slowly pulled it out towards the oil lamp.

The long sword slowly unsheathed, and a cold light instantly rose throughout the room.

Ding Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and he carefully sensed the light emitted by the long sword. After a moment, he frowned gently.

This...is actually a spiritual sword?

Yes, this is the spiritual sword! Although he does not have any spiritual power or realm now, as a cultivator in the realm of the earth, he is still sensitive to spiritual power!

This sword is at least a true spirit level spiritual sword?

Seeing Ding Ling's face change slightly, Mu Liangshan showed a meaningful smile on his lips. It seemed that this boy was not simple... He thought in his heart.

"Good sword." Ding Ling said softly: "This sword is a top-notch sword forged by Thousand Hammers, and it also contains special metal. Not only is the sharp body of the sword, it is also extremely strong. A good sword."

Of course, although Ding Ling said this, he did not feel any love for this thing in his heart.

As he said that, he returned the spirit sword to Mu Liangshan, picked up the corn and started to chew it.

After dinner, Mu Liangshan's wife prepared a guest room for him. Ding Ling followed Mu Bangchang to wash.

Lying quietly on the bed, Ding Ling plunged his hand behind his head. He subconsciously wanted to use the forgetfulness, but found that he could not feel any spiritual power at all!

Unwilling to give up, he sat up again and quickly formed a seal of shadow escape technique with his hands.

Then he felt his figure disappear into the void.

Seeing that the escape technique could be used, Ding Ling was stunned: "Is this illusion only aimed at the realm of cultivation?"

This discovery made Ding Ling feel a little relieved. Since the escape technique can be used, he can still use it to save himself when he encounters danger.

With extreme depression, he fell asleep.

In the early morning, waves of rapid neighing and various roars woke Ding Ling up.

He pricked his ears and just as he was about to hear the truth, the door was knocked open instantly. Mu Bangchang said hurriedly: "Brother Ding, go quickly! The barbarian is here!"

Ding Ling was shocked when he heard this. He quickly put on his clothes and rushed out of the room with Mu Bangchang. Then he saw that Mu Liangshan and his wife had already gotten up. Mu Liangshan was holding the true spirit level spirit sword in his hand!

Ding Ling's heart moved slightly. Could this Mu Liangshan be a practitioner?

At this time, the sounds outside were getting closer and closer, and there were sometimes the sound of weapons intersecting and the screams of women.

Under the oil lamp, Mu Liangshan's face changed. He lowered his head and said to his wife: "Take them to hide quickly. I'll go out to see it. It seems that something happened to the Ming family!"

His wife quickly grabbed Mu Liangshan's hand: "You..."

But Mu Liangshan raised his hand and the spiritual sword was immediately unsheathed. He said in a deep voice: "These barbarians must be not many, so I'll go and take a look first!"

As he said that, Mu Liangshan was about to open the door.

Then the door was suddenly kicked open.

Two strong men holding spears appeared in the moonlight. As soon as they saw the sword in Mu Liangshan's hand, they immediately stabbed the spear without saying a word.

Mu Liangshan took a step back, threw his wife behind him and then kowtowed his right hand suddenly, and the two spearheads were led aside.

On the side is the location of Ding Ling and Mu Bangchang Station.

The woman exclaimed loudly: "Chang'er, be careful!"

However, before she finished speaking, she saw Ding Ling's body turning into a semicircle. He stopped the tip of the gun in his chest, then clamped his right hand and clamped the two long spears under his ribs.

The next second, Ding Ling's fist fell heavily on the face of one of the barbarians.

Mu Liangshan was slightly stunned, and he immediately bullied himself forward, and his long sword was immediately resting on the neck of another barbarian soldier.

"What are you here for?" Mu Liangshan shouted loudly.

The barbarian soldier felt the chill from the sword, and he stammered: "We... are here to find a...girl."

girl?
Chapter completed!