Live Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 65

"Weeding requires tools. I'll go to Feilai Peak first and ask someone."

Zhou Shengyu wore that gold collar around his neck, and it seemed that he was not short of money.

He imitated senior brother Chang's whistle to call the crane, and called a crane to fly to Feilai Peak to find someone to inquire about the situation.

The other five plan to go to see the dilapidated houses first.

Although one house collapsed, even if it didn't collapse, there are only six houses in total.

After falling down, there were exactly five left.

Several people glanced at each other, and ran over there one after another before Lu Bei could move.

Each occupied their own bad house.

Lu Bei only took one look, then turned his eyes away, and found a sturdy crutch from the storage bag without hesitation.

Don't ask why he even has crutches in his storage bag.

The question is that once people have money, they will inexplicably have more hobbies like shopping.

Lu Bei took the crutch and turned around directly while waving the weeds that were taller than people around him, looking around for any other places where people could live.

After walking like this for half an hour, Lu Bei really found a deserted open space on the mountainside for himself.

The open ground was full of traces of sword energy, and when one stepped on it, he found that the stones under his feet had been cut into dried beans by the sword energy.

Under the setting sun, on the listless old vines in the corner, there was no leaf that could be used for shade. Lu Bei tugged at the old vines that hadn't been watered for several years. The surrounding water aura feeds it.

After the lifeless old vine drank the water spiritual energy he fed, the seed vine immediately became much straighter.

Lu Bei crossed it and walked towards the only courtyard in this wasteland.

It is a wooden house, and there is also moss growing on the door, but it seems that the house is quite solid.

It will be a long time before it collapses.

Lu Bei walked up to the fifty or sixty-square-meter wooden house, and tentatively pushed the door open with his hands.

A smooth restriction appeared in his palm, blocking his way.

"Huh?" Lu Bei looked at the silver-lighted restraint in his palm, "There are still people living here."

Looking at the scribbled picture in the yard, he thought no one lived here long ago.

"This is Xinyang's residence." A voice came from behind him.

Lu Bei let go of his hand and looked back, and saw Chang Sandu standing outside the yard watching.

"Xinyang? Don't you want to ask senior brother?"

When he was in Baisemen, Lu Bei occasionally heard Yuan Chunyu call him Senior Brother Buwen, using the name Xinyang.