The ground was filled with gray fog, looking hazy and mysterious.
A gust of cold wind blew up, blowing Ouyang Ming's clothes. He glanced at the child behind him, accelerated his speed, and galloped forward.
But the child remained silent and followed him from a distance, not daring to get too close or falling behind.
"Stop following me!" Ouyang Ming turned around and whispered.
The child bit his lower lip gently, his eyes extremely stubborn, and did not answer. But he still lowered his head and followed quietly. However, this lack of answer is the best answer, and he still has to follow it.
He broke a dead branch with his bare feet and made a "squeaking" sound.
Ouyang Ming looked into the distance and used his body skills to increase his speed to the level of the first level of a spiritual person, almost turning into a whirlwind.
The child was panting, with white mist coming out of his hair. He clenched his teeth and followed closely. Two days later, all the spiritual energy in the little boy's Dantian was exhausted, and it was all supported by the power of the physical body and the strong will.
Ouyang Ming discovered that every time the child was forced into a desperate situation, a black line on his body lit up, especially the inch-long stripe between his eyebrows, which stood out more clearly, even on those within a foot around him. The air became hot. This unexpected discovery greatly increased Ouyang Ming's interest.
He deliberately slowed down and stood there, waiting for the children to catch up.
This six or seven-year-old child was radiating heat, his eyes were blurred, and his body staggered.
He is too young, and he has forced himself to unleash his potential. His mental strength has long been exhausted, and the load on his body is too great. It is not easy for him to persist for such a long time.
Ouyang Ming flipped his palm, and when he dropped it, a white elixir exuding a fragrant fragrance appeared in his hand.
With a flick of his finger, the elixir drew an arc and was swallowed by the child.
Half an hour later, most of the malaise on his face had dissipated. Ouyang Ming's speed of recovery was amazing. He thought to himself that it was indeed a great ruin. It was really strange.
However, the expression on his face was extremely dull. He knelt down and said softly: "What's your name?"
The child's eyes were blank, and he looked at Ouyang Ming quietly, as if he wanted to remember him in his heart and carve him into his soul. After a full ten breaths, he said in a dry and hoarse voice: "My name is Xiaoman, small and small, Mantian's Man."
"Xiaoman?" Ouyang Ming read it silently and praised sincerely: "What a good name."
Xiaoman's lips curled up, revealing a pair of tiger teeth, making him look a little more playful and cute for his age.
"Why are you here? Where are your family members?" Ouyang Ming asked again.
Xiaoman's expression dimmed, with a hint of hostility towards the world, and he whispered: "I have no family, only my grandfather. But half a month ago, my grandfather was also seriously injured and was about to die. I came here to find the soul." The medicine just came out." The voice was not loud, and it was more straightforward. Only when the word "grandpa" was mentioned, it softened, and the scarlet color deep in the eyes became lighter.
Ouyang Ming was startled, exhaled a breath, and explained: "Causality is a relationship that no one can escape."
He had a vague hunch in his heart that Xiaoman's identity might not be simple.
As soon as the thought came to mind, he whispered: "Xiaoman, please relax your mind and let me see what happened, okay?"
Xiaoman didn't answer immediately. He stared into his eyes for a long time, then nodded and said "OK" and dispersed his mental power.
This scene made the softest place deep in Ouyang Ming's heart feel like it was being pricked by thousands of fine needles at the same time.
At this age when he should be acting coquettishly in his mother's arms and seeking pleasure, he hid his truest self like a hedgehog, showing ruthlessness and sharpness, just to protect himself. What has he experienced
The golden spiritual power is as gentle as the rippling water waves. From the moment Xiaoman remembers it, he begins to watch it.
The reason why Xiaoman is asked to relax is because once Xiaoman resists, Ouyang Ming cannot retreat in time. When the two mental powers collide, Xiaoman's spirit may be shattered to pieces.
Xiaoman was too young and had little experience, but within a quarter of an hour, Ouyang Ming had read through this memory.
What impressed Ouyang Ming the most was the grandfather in Xiaoman's mouth.
He has instilled a thought in Xiaoman since he was a child. You are an orphan and you have no family. Only by being strong can you not be bullied.
Moreover, the techniques taught to Xiao Man were all killing techniques, not complicated at all, and had only one purpose, and that was to kill people.
"Let's go, let me go see your grandpa." Ouyang Ming's voice also softened. Looking at Xiaoman, he seemed to be looking at himself when he was a teenager. If he hadn't met the old craftsman, he might not have known how to freeze. Where did he die
Xiaoman nodded his chin gently and led the way.
Grandpa Xiaoman lives on a cliff, which is extremely hidden. It is only a few dozen miles away from where Xiaoman used his arrow feathers to sneak attack Ouyang Ming. The matter has become clear. Xiaoman went out to look for the elixir, thinking that Ouyang Ming had malicious intentions, so he launched a sneak attack. After that, Ouyang Ming came to the rescue, making him think that he was a rare good person in the Great Ruins, so he followed him stubbornly.
In the cave facing inward from the cliff, an old man's life was almost cut off, and his longevity had also been exhausted.
His face was covered with dense wrinkles, like the bark of the oldest tree.
"Come back?" The old man's voice softened rarely, with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness.
"Yeah!" Xiaoman said with a nasal sound, nodded heavily, and rushed to the old man's side, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Don't cry, you can't cry. How did I teach you when you were a child? It's okay to bleed, but not to cry!" He glared hard, his face was stern, and he looked full of momentum.
"Grandpa, stop talking, stop talking. I won't cry, I won't cry." Xiaoman's voice became more nasal, with a hint of crying.
The aura that the old man had managed to gather with great difficulty evaporated in vain, and he smiled bitterly and said: "I have played the image of a strict teacher in front of you all my life, but this last time, it was ruined by these few words of your brat."
Seeing this scene, even Ouyang Ming's eyes felt a little astringent.
After a while, the old man pulled Xiaoman aside, looked at Ouyang Ming with light shining in his cloudy eyes, and said, "He's from outside?"
"Yeah!" Ouyang Ming nodded, not hiding anything, and there was no need to hide it.
"Come for a walk with me!" The old man stared into his eyes, as if he wanted to see his inner world clearly, and said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Qi in his body became mellow again, with the potential of a dragon and a tiger opening up the sky.
Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was to burn his longevity and bring back the light.
At this moment, even the Immortality Pill cannot bring it back.
Follow the old man and come to the cliff.
The sky and the earth were dark, and countless hurricanes gathered in vain and stirred up all directions.
The old man raised his hand and pointed into the distance, with a complex look in his eyes, full of nostalgia, but more of a hint of hatred. He said softly: "Xiao Man was born in the house of blood dragons. When he was born, a vision was triggered. A blood-colored dragon condensed out of thin air and swept across. In all directions, the bloodline is so strong that it has reached the point of returning to the ancestors. If there is no accident, there is no obstacle to stepping into the realm of the venerable. The natural chasm that spans in front of all the geniuses is the step for the spiritual beings to return to the ancestors. It’s easy to get through it.”
"But it is a pity that Xiao Man is not a direct descendant. Just three days after he was born, his ancestral blood was completely drained by his direct descendants and was refined and devoured by others. Such a born supreme fell like this. His My father fought to death and his bloodline exploded, so I took advantage of the chaos to take him out and live in seclusion here." He turned his gaze back and exhaled two breaths of cold air.
"Why are you telling me this?" Ouyang Ming's voice was cold, and he carefully analyzed the truth and falsehood of these words.
"Xiaoman believes in you, and you are an outsider. I hope you can take him out. As long as you stay away from the center of this whirlpool, it is enough. Moreover, with Xiaoman's talent, there is still a chance to step into the Venerable, and the same is true for you. It's a great help." The old man's voice was full of pleading.
Ouyang Ming was silent for a long time, thinking for a long time, and nodded slightly: "I agree!"
It was not too much to ask such a child to leave Daxu. Of course, the most important reason was that he saw the shadow of the old craftsman in the old man, which made him unable to refuse.
As this voice echoed, the old man's face was filled with relief.
He swallowed the breath in his throat, his eyes narrowed, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".
When Xiao Man saw this scene in the stone house, he was as nimble as a cheetah that shuttles through the jungle all year round. He flashed and came to the old man's side.
Unable to hold back the tears that were swirling in his eyes, they ran across his thin cheeks, dripped from his chin, and gently dripped on the old man's clothes.
Ouyang Ming sighed secretly and couldn't bear to watch.
Xiaoman didn't make a sound, just shed tears. It was better to be silent when he was greatly sad, and to be speechless when he was enlightened.
One day later, Xiaoman blasted a stone pit on the cliff and buried the old man in it.
"Brother Yu, do you think good people are not rewarded? Grandpa has never done anything against his will in his life. He has been buried here for such a long time. No one pays homage to him, and no one pays homage to him. Why is this?" This is what he said When he spoke for the first time, his voice was dry and filled with resentment towards the whole world. This resentment was so pure that even with Ou Yangming's cultivation level, he was shocked.
He pondered for a moment, but still answered: "Good people are rewarded."
"real?"
"real."
"I don't believe it..." Xiaoman shook his head, sat down on the bluestone, and looked into the distance.
He wanted to take revenge, and he placed all his hatred on the Blood Dragon House. His father was dead, his mother was dead, and now even his grandfather was dead. His young heart was already filled with hatred.
When Ouyang Ming saw this scene, he took a breath and thought to himself, if Xiaoman can't resolve the resentment in his heart, there will probably be another person in this world who proves his way through killing, which will be a catastrophe for the entire spiritual world. .
After spending the past few days together, he certainly knew that Xiaoman's talent was astonishing. He is extremely persistent in what he does, his tenacity is heart-breaking, and his execution ability is extremely strong. He also has a ruthlessness that will not compromise the means to achieve his goals.