On the other side.

Song Erhe and his wife heard that their son Song Xiaobao was selected by the immortals to practice in the immortal sect.

Different from Da Ya, the two of them were already ecstatic and overjoyed.

The other villagers confirmed that their children were not selected.

One by one, they led their children, some filled with disappointment, some with an indifferent attitude.

Only three people in the whole village were selected. Except for the village chief who gave Dabao a grandson, the other two were actually Daya's younger brothers and sisters. They all looked envious and jealous.

"Da Ya, don't think so much. It's not like they won't come back. Brother Yang is still with you!"

"When the two of them left, they repeatedly told me to take good care of you and make you fat and healthy."

"If I wait for them to come back and see you frowning and unhappy all day long, especially if they make you lose weight due to hunger and make you feel wronged, I will have to break my legs!"

Looking at Yang Donglai's mischievous expression.

Da Ya burst out laughing.

Then she rolled her eyes at him and pouted: "They wouldn't say that!"

Da Ya sighed slightly: "I just feel that I have never been separated from my brothers and sisters since I was a child. This time I am separated, I don't know when we can meet again next time."

"They are so young, what if they are bullied?"

Yang Donglai touched his head and smiled: "Don't worry, their qualifications are all very good. If they are not bad, they will be trained by those immortal sects, so there should be no problems."

Although he said this, Yang Donglai naturally understood in his heart.

How can the world of cultivating immortals be so simple?

But how can I tell Da Ya to know some things?

"By the way, Daya, when we went to the county town that morning, why did you hide yourself so well? Do you really not want to become an immortal?"

Yang Donglai thought about the fact that all Erya Xiaowen had Tianling roots.

Thinking of Da Ya again.

Not to mention ordinary mortals, even those rich and powerful, even princes and generals.

I'm afraid even if they were asked to give up everything, every one of them would want to become a superior ancestor and pursue the path to immortality.

But Da Ya was the only one who preferred to stay in the mountains and suffer as a mortal, giving up the opportunity to become an immortal.

Da Ya smiled: "What's wrong with being a mortal? Being a god may not necessarily make you happy."

"Although I can't cultivate to immortality, I have two younger brothers and sisters who can cultivate immortality. I'm still happy before it's too late!"

Yang Donglai looked at Da Ya and was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile and put his hand on her head.

Da Ya immediately turned red and said, "Brother Yang, you touched my head again."

"Haha, the big girls in our family are already shy. Look at the blushing little ones. They're so cute!"

"Brother Yang, I won't pay attention to you anymore." Daya stamped her feet and ran towards home after speaking.

Yang Donglai looked at Da Ya's back, although he didn't know why she didn't want to cultivate immortality.

However, if there is an opportunity in the future, he must let Daya practice with him.

The bitter life has to go on, everyone returns home.

"Brother Yang, this is the scrap of silver you left for me before you left. I have food and drink at home, so how can I use it!"

"Just keep the money."

Da Ya smiled and shook his head: "Brother Yang, these coins are all earned by your hard work in hunting. How can I keep them? Besides, what will happen if they are stolen and lost?"

In the end, Da Ya couldn't hold back her persistence, so she had to take the money back.

The two had dinner.

Yang Donglai returned to his room and dug out the vase again.

It may also be because the mouth of the bottle was staked and buried underground.

Obviously nothing spurted out of it.

He opened the bottle again to take a look.

Sure enough, the mouth of the bottle emitted a faint light again, and an object sprayed out from inside.

It is still a thick book.

But this time, all the records contained in it were detailed descriptions about weapon refining.

What made Yang Donglai even more excited.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the various levels of magic weapons and spiritual treasures used by some immortal cultivators, there are also the highest-level artifacts and immortal weapons, all of which are detailed one by one.

Including what kind of materials are used, how to refine them, and what level of immortal weapons and magic weapons are suitable for refining, all in detail.

Alas, what's the use of just spitting out these books? Whether it's alchemy or weapon refining, neither one requires materials.

Yang Donglai thought of this, looked at the vase, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This bottle should not only spit out these books!

Then will other things come out in the future?

Alas, I still don’t think about it that much. Anyway, the time will be very long in the future.

Because I have been running back and forth to the county town these past few days, I have already been a little tired.

He couldn't care less about practicing. He lay down without saying a word and fell asleep.

The days that followed continued as usual.

Yang Donglai practiced every night, flipped through the books and studied during the day, and drew a few spiritual talismans from time to time.

"Come east, hurry up and save people!"

This afternoon, Yang Donglai was reading a book.

Suddenly, I heard Wuyangyang's anxious shouting from far outside.

He walked out quickly.

Uncle Zhang from the village was running over with a man on his back, followed by several people.

"Coming from the east, Song Erhe went to the mountains to chop firewood early in the morning. On the way back, he accidentally slipped into the ravine while carrying the firewood and hit his head on a rock. Please show him quickly!"

Yang Donglai saw that blood was still pouring out of Song Erhe's head, and he quickly stepped forward.

"Da Ya, go and get the bag of silver needles from my room quickly!"

Daya, who had also heard the noise and came out, nodded immediately and hurried to Yang Donglai's room.

Yang Donglai picked up Song Erhe's wrist to feel his pulse and massaged several places on his head with his other hand.

Seeing that there was such a big bloody hole on his head, and that his pulse was weak and weak at times, he had already passed out, so he was really seriously injured.

"Brother Yang, here's the needle."

Yang Donglai opened the silver needle bag.

With quick fingers, he inserted the silver needle directly into Song Erhe's entire head.

As the silver needle went down, the hole on Song Erhe's head finally stopped bleeding.

"Why did Erlang of the Song family fall on his head when he was doing well!"

"No, he was fine this morning, and I even talked to him. I didn't expect that he would be like this this afternoon!"

"Everyone, get out of the way, the village chief and his friends are coming."

"The child's father, wuwu...how are you, the child's father!"

When they heard that Song Erhe fell into a ravine and broke his head, Song Erhe's family, sending Dabao to take the lead, all hurried over.

Especially Song Erhe's wife, who was afraid that something might happen to her man, would burst into tears when she saw someone lying there motionless, including her daughter sending Xiaoling away.

Song Erhe's father gave Dabao a gift and listened to the people around him talking about what happened in detail.

It turned out that Song Erhe went to the mountains to cut firewood, and when he came back he was carrying a large bundle of firewood.

Someone saw him accidentally slipping down while passing by a valley.

And where he fell, he hit his head on the stone.

The people who saw him quickly rescued him and ran with him on their backs until they came to the village. Yang Dong, the only one who knew medical skills, came here.

Seeing my little son like that made me feel heartbroken.

Especially now, Yang Donglai is rescuing Song Erhe, standing there waiting quietly, for fear of disturbing him, with a worried look on his face.
Chapter completed!