Light gray sunlight fell in through the window, making the hall a little brighter.
Ouyang Ming looked at Master Duan with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.
Master Duan, the old god, was there, picked up a chopstick of spiritual pork, fed it into his mouth, and said with a chuckle: "The things in the ruins are all kinds of strange, some are formless and elusive; some are so powerful that they can shake the sky with bare hands; Some are as strong as steel and cannot be destroyed by swords, but the most terrifying ones are the corpses left by ancient powerful men. Even if they only have fighting instincts left, they are very terrifying. Some of them can even fight with the venerable ones." He paused deliberately. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of wine.
Jiang Yingrong licked her black hair beside her ears, revealing her mature womanly aura, which made people's hearts tremble. She saw Master Duan's controlling attitude, and her beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to speak circled around, covering her mouth and smiling softly: "Master Duan, you haven't said yet what will happen if there is no idol to guard you?"
Master Duan was ready to give up, and even his long sleeves fell into the wine. He still refused to speak, and his face was full of emotion for the vicissitudes of life.
"I know how to attack the city!" He Jian's arm trembled and he held a carving knife.
"Can you attack a city?" Ouyang Ming's voice rose a few degrees, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Yes, so the Great Ruins have been called a cursed place since ancient times. It is inexplicably dangerous. Now the human race has explored less than 30% of the place. The rest of the place is filled with black mist, and even the sun cannot penetrate. "He Jian's voice was hoarse and he kept silent after finishing speaking. He has always been a taciturn person by nature. He doesn't like to talk or be lively.
Master Duan glanced at He Jian with a hint of resentment. His eyes seemed to say, I finally got hold of Qiao once, but you just stabbed him out like this. You are really not a good friend.
He snorted and complained: "Old He, can't you just let me have a good time? If you want me to help you forge a carving knife in the future, the price must be doubled, otherwise I will not forge it! In this city, There are only two people who can forge silver equipment, and I am one of them. The other one has been in seclusion all year round, and I will make you blind when the time comes." Master Duan waved his hand, looking like he couldn't negotiate, and just looked at He Jian quietly.
Ouyang Ming discovered that although He Jian was silent and did not like to talk to others, he had the highest status among the three.
There is no aura of monk in him, which is a huge doubt in itself. You must know that this is a big ruin. Even Xiaoman has the ultimate cultivation level, but people without cultivation level can survive in this cursed place. Survive
The answer is yes, if you can't survive, you definitely can't.
As long as Xiao Man finished eating the food in his bowl, and Ouyang Ming didn't give him any food, he would just eat white rice. Little Loli rolled her eyes twice, smiled softly, picked up a large dish with chopsticks for Xiao Man, stood on tiptoe, and put it into his bowl.
Her name is Jiang Qingcheng. Following her maiden name, it means that she can charm a city with a smile, and she does have this potential now. Xiaoman glanced at the pickled vegetables in the bowl, and his eyes stayed on Jiang Qingcheng's face for a moment, still only eating white rice. Jiang Qingcheng was like a kitten that was tickled in her heart. She pouted and asked, "Why don't you eat vegetables?"
Xiaoman looked up at the beams on the house and said nothing.
"Why don't you eat?" Jiang Qingcheng asked again.
Xiaoman glared and said, "You are so annoying!"
This scene made the other four people laugh.
Ouyang Ming patted Xiaoman's shoulder and whispered: "Eat quickly! Don't waste it."
Xiaoman then ate the pickled vegetables in the bowl with his rice. This scene made Master Duan astonished.
He smiled and asked: "Brother Yu, is this kid your brother? He's very interesting, and he has a very good talent. Why not let him learn blacksmithing from me? This is a huge opportunity that many children in the city can't ask for."
Ouyang Ming raised the corner of his mouth and cursed in his heart, at your level, you are not afraid of misleading others.
But he looked at Xiaoman and said softly: "Whatever he wants to learn, I respect his choice. I will not make the choice for him, not now or in the future. I will ask him first."
As the sound spread, a light flashed in He Jian's eyes.
Master Duan did not give up, and turned his attention to Xiaoman again, making his voice as soft as possible, and asked: "Xiaoman, are you willing to become a forging master that everyone respects? By then, with your skills, no matter how dangerous Daxu is, you will Go ahead.”
Xiaoman was not afraid at all and asked: "Can I kill someone?"
Master Duan shrank his neck and did not answer.
On the contrary, He Jian's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he secretly thought in his heart that the evil spirit was too strong, and if things went on like this, he would be swallowed up by his inner demons.
Half an hour later, we were full of wine and food.
He Jian winked at Ouyang Ming and walked out.
Ouyang Ming took the initiative to follow without any hesitation.
He Jian stopped and waited for Ouyang Ming to catch up. As he walked, he said, "How is Brother Yu going to settle Xiaoman?"
Ouyang Ming was slightly stunned. He never expected that the reticent He Jian would ask such a question. After thinking for a while, he said, "Teach him to be determined first and dispel the resentment in his heart."
He Jian nodded and said, "It won't be that simple. The resentment in Xiaoman's heart is too deep."
After a pause, there was a look of memory in his eyes, and he said with emotion: "A hundred years ago, a young man borrowed a sword from me. I saw that his Taoist heart was entangled with demonic intent, and the sword's heart was no longer pure, so I refused to borrow it. . But later, he stirred up trouble in the ruins, and at least a thousand people died under his sword. Only then did I realize that I had to borrow that sword no matter what, not for myself, but for the world. people."
"Then what does Master He plan to do?" He knew that since He Jian said that, he must have his own arrangements.
"Let Xiaoman learn wood carving from me, and I will resolve the murderous intention in his heart." He Jian said.
Ouyang Ming hesitated for a moment, and then agreed when he saw He Jian's sincere face. In his heart, although He Jian didn't talk much, he was much more reliable than Master Duan.
In fact, Master Duan's forging skills are indeed among the top ten in this big city, but because Ouyang Ming's forging skills are so "abnormal", he really can't stand it, and he doesn't understand the big city yet. The level of forging in the ruins.
He Jian left without any hesitation.
After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, the sky had darkened, and the cold and gray moonlight shone from the sky.
In the small courtyard, Xiaoman was breathing. His muscles were like a horned dragon. A black line suddenly lit up. With him as the center, all the spiritual energy within a six-foot radius surged over and turned into a small cyclone, black energy. It rolled up to the sky in circles, and there was a white arc flashing on the skin, sparking a prairie fire, and making bursts of muffled sounds.
Ouyang Ming strode over and patted the space bag.
Thousands of spirit stones were rolled up by his sleeves and fell around Xiaoman, stacked like a hill. The aura around Xiaoman was so rich that it was unimaginable. Of course, this method was only suitable for those below the middle level of spiritual beings. After all, the aura required to break through the realm above the middle level of spiritual beings could only be described as massive. The spiritual power in ordinary spiritual stones is simply difficult to maintain.
"Boom..." The cyclone is getting bigger and bigger.
A bolt of white lightning fell from the sky, causing the entire cyclone to flash with white arcs.
The traces on Xiaoman's eyebrows turned into blood, piercing through all the black lines on his body. Hundreds of spirit stones instantly turned into a pile of powder and were blown away by the cyclone.
"Broken!" Xiaoman roared, and the spiritual power in his dantian was like the water of the Yangtze River, churning endlessly and hitting the shackles of the spiritual master.
"Crack!" There was a sound, which was the sound of the barrier breaking, and then, a faint light shrouded his body.
Ouyang Ming saw that the lines on Xiao Man's body faded, and all the spirit stones around him turned into powder.
Xiaoman opened his eyes, and a breath of the first-level spirit person rippled out.
Ouyang Ming also had a smile in his eyes and said softly: "After you have stabilized your realm, go and learn wood carving from Master He."
Xiaoman looked into Ouyang Ming's eyes and asked one word at a time: "Can you kill someone?"
"The younger you are, the deeper your obsession is!" Ouyang Ming sighed in his heart, and then replied: "Wood sculptures cannot kill people, but swords can kill people."
Xiaoman was silent for a long time, looked up at the sky, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go learn."
Ouyang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. In his heart, if Xiaoman couldn't survive, there was nothing he could do.
But he didn't have the ability to resolve Xiaoman's inner anger.
Jiang Yingrong is a tailor, and a tailor with excellent skills.
There are all kinds of elixirs kept in the house, which are full of spiritual energy and smell good.
Jiang Qingcheng's bare feet were pink and white, and she said with a smile: "Mom, Xiaoman is not simple, and Uncle Yu is not simple!" This is her name for Ouyang Ming, Uncle Yu. Every time he hears this, Ouyang Ming looks bitter. He is a young man who has not even gotten married! Why is he an uncle
"Yes, you can refine elixirs and be a spell caster, how can it be so easy?" She bit off a piece of silk thread with her teeth and answered with a smile.
Little Loli sat on a bench, her feet swayed back and forth, her calves were thin and long, and she said: "Besides, Grandpa He is going to teach Xiaoman wood carving. At first, he refused to teach me even though I cried and shouted. , I have only known Xiaoman for a month, and I taught him this skill." She puffed out her cheeks and looked very cute.
"Is Little Qingcheng jealous?" Jiang Yingrong pinched her face.
"No!" Little Loli tilted her head: "I'm just thinking that Changshou Alley has become lively, so I won't be bored anymore."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Jiang Yingrong untied her clothes and showed off her love.
"I'm not harsh, I really think Xiaoman is interesting." Jiang Qingcheng swayed on her feet even more.
"Are there any boring people in Changshou Alley? Are they all interesting?" She smiled, but there was something weird about her smile.
"What about mother, are you interested?" Jiang Qingcheng tilted her head.
"Mom is a tailor!"
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"Mom, I want to eat cucumber."
"Here, this thing is very valuable in this cursed land. Eat less of it."
"I don't want to eat cucumber butt! It's bitter."
"Then you start from scratch!"
"It's also bitter."
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