Ding Xing took Wu Shizong and Leng Erniang back to the orange orchard.

When he arrived in the garden, Fang Liangu snatched Leng Erniang in a coma, looked into her nose, touched her pulse, and suddenly burst into tears.

The moment Leng Erniang was taken out of the pit by the little golden snake, her vitality had actually been cut off.

All Ding Xing saved was a corpse.

Seeing Fang Liangu's expression sad, this was a true love that only when he lost his closest relatives, he comforted him: "You are mourning and following changes."

This bloody accident broke out too suddenly, and Ding Xing had tried his best, and he had a clear conscience.

Fang Liangu suppressed his sadness and looked at him gratefully: "Young Master Ding risked his life to take back Er Niang's body and prevent her from being swallowed by the ant demon. This is a great kindness and I will repay you on her in the future!"

She was over thirty years old. If she had been in the mortal world, she would have married and had children long ago. However, she embarked on the road of cultivation, gave up her family and wandered around for half her life, and only Leng Erniang, a confidant, could not have died in front of her today.

She was sad for her friend's tragic fate, and she was also feeling lost.

I thought I would be alone in the future, but the road ahead is lonely and desolate. How should I bear it?

Thinking of this, she felt even more painful and couldn't help but start to cry again.

Ding Xing could not understand the vicissitudes and hardships of a casual cultivator like her, and thought she was just sad for Leng Erniang, so she would not disturb her.

Ding Xing lowered his hands and went to explore Wu Shizong's breath. This man was dead and still alive, but his injuries were quite serious. If he was not diagnosed and treated as soon as possible, he would probably follow Leng Erniang's footsteps.

"Brother Ding, I have spiritual wine for healing here, which can heal Uncle Wu!"

At this time, the little brother Wu came from the berry garden. The elder brother Wu Changsui handed the spiritual wine to his younger brother Wu Changling, and asked Wu Changling to take Wu Shizong's spiritual wine.

The Wu family began to be named after the generation of Wu Shizong.

Therefore, Wu Changsui and Wu Changling are of the same generation as Ding Xing's cousin Wu Lianchen, but they do not have a heavy name. Unlike their grandfathers Wu Shiqu and Wu Shiqing, they are of the same generation as Ding Xing's cousin Wu Lianchen.

After drinking Wu Shizong, the two brothers came to Ding Xing together, knelt down, and bowed: "Changsui (Changling) thanked Brother Ding for saving his life! If you hadn't just rescued you, we would have lost our lives and let our grandfather down for sacrificing our lives. In the future, Brother Ding will be sent to you, even if we order, we will do our best. If we violate this oath, we will be punished by heaven and earth!"

These two brothers are straightforward and have a stubborn temperament. In the past, they had to tease a few drunks when they saw Ding Xing, but they were also people who dared to be the ones who dared to take responsibility. After Ding Xing's great kindness, they resolutely repaid them.

Before Ding Xing could help them up.

Wu Changsui took out the demon corpse and demon pill of the iron-backed locust earlier and handed it to Ding Xing: "Before my grandfather died, I stuffed Chu Baosle sleeves onto me. This monster was originally killed by Leng Erniang and Brother Ding, so I should be handed back to you!"

Wu Changling picked up a bag of spirit stones: "We don't know what kind of treasure Brother Ding likes, so we just give you the spirit stones as rewards. There are only these more than 300 pieces on us. I hope Brother Ding won't think it's too small."

Ding Xing pondered for a moment, only took away one demon pill, and did not want the rest.

Seeing the two brothers anxious, he explained: "What I did is worth the price of this demon pill! You just lost your ancestors and need to handle the funeral. You don't have to pretend to be generous. In the future, we will be neighbors. There are many places that need to help each other. We are kind enough to deal with this disaster with all our heart!"

After hearing this, the two brothers showed different behaviors.

The eldest son of the army looked in disgraceful expression, thinking that his neighbors called Brother Ding the little drunkard. He had joked about this nickname before, but Brother Ding was open-minded and didn't care at all.

The key is that Brother Ding is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and is nearly a round younger than himself, but he is neither greedy nor anxious, not arrogant or fearless, and acts openly and openly, and is truly a heroic spirit.

Although the world of immortal cultivation only talks about cultivation and supernatural powers and does not care about quality and moral integrity, even monks are willing to be confidants like Brother Ding.

What Wu Changsui thought at this time was also grateful to Meng Xiaotang for this.

His younger brother Wu Changling was not so thoughtful. At this moment, he just felt that before attacking the iron-backed locust, he had despised Ding Xing's courage, and had a deep sense of shame on his face, and he promised with confidence: "Brother Ding, your orchard will belong to my family in the future. I will cover all the fields every year!"

Ding Xing replied calmly: "Even if you are a brother, you have to settle the score clearly, let alone a different surname? Mine is mine, yours is yours, so you can't be confused! But Tian Mai can give it to you, but I don't object."

This is a kind joke.

After the talk was made, the pain in the hearts of the two brothers was dispersed, and they no longer insisted on repaying Ding Xing.

The Soldier Sui handed the demon corpse as spoils to Fang Liangu, and asked Fang Liangu to accept it for the dead Leng Erniang.

Fang Liangu did not refuse. She was a servant in the winery and had been living in the Hongjing Orchard of Widow Liu. Now that Widow Liu died, the orchard must be taken back by the farm. She also wanted to defect to a villager again. Ding Xing is the most suitable partner.

It was only today that she discovered that Ding Xing was actually a dusty jade hidden in Jinlu Winery. The boy had a calm demeanor, which could easily arouse the trust of outsiders.

But she was not in a hurry to reveal her worries. After she survived the disaster, she would come to Ding Xing to explain in detail that she would present the demon corpse as a ceremony for recruitment.

When the war was in progress, the few people didn't talk much, and then they began to build defenses in the orange garden, which was the silver-horned giant ants flowing over in the defense pit.

During this period, Wu Shizong woke up slowly, and kept sighing after waking up:

‘I thought I could not live anymore and I would not be able to live happily ever after, but I didn’t expect God to open my eyes and let Xiao Ding save me!’

‘Don’t worry, Xiao Ding, after the disaster is over, uncle, I personally go to Binghua Mountain to beg my sister Wu Yuanfang to invite Brother Chenzhi back and reunite your grandparents and grandchildren!’

‘Uncle, I don’t even have any injuries. I’m sure I will do this for you…’

This is how Wu Shizong repays Ding Xing for saving his life.

Ding Xing will wait and see.

Stay until dark.

As soon as the moon emerged, Ding Xing was about to compete with the silver-horned giant ant again.

Unexpectedly, before he could use the paper soldiers, the silver-horned giant ant finally broke through the Green Long Sword after many rounds of hard battles.

Since then, the road to escape has reopened. The silver-horned giant ant looked back and looked at the direction of Wujiao Mountain before escaping and leaving.

Ding Xingnin was about to intercept him, but suddenly he saw several light rainbows falling from mid-air, and they reached the sky above the berry garden, and they were still stagnant.

On his head was a female cultivator with her jade hand on the ground, she grabbed all the fragments of the green long sword on her palms and put them in her cuffs.

The deputy owner Meng Shaogong followed her. The Meng Shaogong looked embarrassed, with one arm that broke with shoulders, and actually dragged his wounded body and sword. He must have encountered an extremely serious accident.

He lowered his head and asked the female cultivator for the green robe: "There have been times when the golden dew cellar is opened, there are always wild cultivators causing trouble. We were originally prepared for sufficient defense and were absolutely sure to protect Wujiao Mountain! Who knew... Who knew that those wild cultivators would find a strange mountain-opening ant and directly take away the Jinlu Spirit Cellar. Before they came, they made several imitations of spiritual cellars. After they succeeded, they scattered and fled from the underground. Who was the real cellar on? They had to catch all the fish that had escaped the net before they could find out!"

The green-robed female cultivator suddenly shook her sleeves: "Since there is a fish that has escaped the net, you can catch it. What do you tell me? The task I took from the sect is to deal with the locust plague and is not responsible for recovering the Lingjiao for you. I just took action to dispense the Silver Horn King for you. Not only did I suffer internal injuries, but my flying sword was also broken. What else do you want me to do?"

Meng Shaogong shook his head repeatedly: "I dare not! I dare not!"

After pausing for a moment, he said again: "I had fought with several mysterious monks from Tianwang Peak in an earlier battle. The owner of the manor Wu Zunrong unfortunately died. Now my village has no leader, but the tribute must be presented! When the locust plague is over, I ask Junior Sister Huyan to take a lead. My village wants to ask my uncle to take action and refine another golden dew cellar for my village!"

"Refining another one?" The junior sister Huyan was stunned when she heard this, but smiled bitterly: "You should know how expensive it is to refine the spiritual cellar. You must pull out the spiritual spring veins. Your Wu family has only been passed down for three hundred years. It is not worth doing this. It would be more appropriate to recover the lost spiritual cellar."

"The tribute cannot be cut off, otherwise Jinlu Winery will be removed from the Qiongtai Sect!" Meng Shaogong insisted on his own: "I ask Junior Sister Huyan to fulfill his wish!"

"You are voluntarily losing money, so how could I refuse? Besides, my master is willing to take on such an errand!" Junior sister Hu Yan nodded and flew back with her sword.
Chapter completed!