"What's the problem with this?" Long Yu agreed and looked back at Mo Li.

Mo Li nodded and turned around and walked outside the tent.

Wanyan Changfeng looked at Long Yu with a little smile: "This young man is not bad, but will he get bored sometimes?"

When Wanyan Changfeng said this, he had a kind of patriarchal demeanor, which led to Yu Longyu not knowing what to say for a while.

Wanyan Changfeng seemed to feel that he was speechless, and smiled, turned around and put it on the table, and Long Yu looked at it. It was red and blood.

"This is sheep's blood." Wanyan Changfeng explained, then rolled his sleeves to his elbows and started working.

Wanyan Changfeng first kneaded the flour into dough with water, then poured the sheep's blood in it, and the dough quickly turned pale red. He then took a small paper bag from the table and poured some powder in it.

After kneading, I felt that the originally loose flour seemed to become very tough. I even twisted a piece on the table, not only did it not soften, but also maintained the pinched shape.

Long Yu really couldn't understand what Wanyan Changfeng was doing, and he didn't even care about the sound of footsteps outside the tent. Until Mo Li came in, he saw her standing by the table, and almost wanted to do it himself.

However, Wanyan Changfeng didn't seem to be playing, and Long Yu didn't dare to intervene rashly, what if something went wrong.

While scrambling in the pile of dough, Wanyan Changfeng said, "Have you seen a master who makes dough on the street? I have met a very capable dough master before, and learned a few tricks from him. After adding special yeast

, The dough can become very tough and pinched into various shapes. Don’t Donghu want your head? Since we don’t have many, I will make one for him, it’s not a problem..."

Long Yu looked at Wanyan Changfeng in amazement. His hands were moving quickly, pinching his slender fingers and pressing them there. Soon, the prototype of a human head came out. The movement was extremely skillful, probably learned.

An artist who has been carving art for decades is at this level. Moreover, he pinched the dough itself, which was a work of art, with his face slightly tilted, his lips pursed, and his expression focused, giving him an indescribable feeling.

Wanyan Changfeng pinched it, looked up at Long Yu from time to time, determined his characteristics, and then lowered his head to continue working. Long Yu and Mo Li both looked at him with breath and didn't know how long it took. A semi-formed

The head of the human appeared on the table. What's strange is that the flour was filled with sheep's blood, so it showed a faint blood color. When Wanyan Changfeng used tools to mark the faint concave and convexity of the veins on it, it was like a

Skinned head.

Although it was broad daylight now, the light in Wanyan Changfeng's tent was very good. However, Long Yu still felt the air conditioning was shining and couldn't help but reach out to Mo Li and lean on him.

Mo Li reached out and held Long Yu's hand. He patted it gently, and still stared at Wanyan Changfeng intently.

Even though Mo Li felt that he was knowledgeable, he had never seen anyone who could pinch the dough into his head. The master who made the dough on the street had seen many, but he felt that those people were in front of Wanyan Changfeng.

, that's simply not comparable at all.

After pinching the prototype, Wanyan Changfeng stood up and took a breath. Long Yu poured a cup of tea and brought it to him. The idea of ​​thinking of worshiping him as his teacher came to his mind. This person is really amazing.

Know how much more things are in his mind. More importantly, his brain is so good, he can learn whatever he learns, and his skills are all top-notch. If such people are placed in their society, they wouldn't be able to

It has been passed down through the ages and is recorded in history.

Long Yu felt that when he met Wanyan Changfeng, Donghu was going to be unlucky. He would lose rice if he could not steal the chicken. He would not be able to save his treasure map. But it was obviously not possible now. Now he is still a bloody head.

The nose, eyes and mouth are still empty, the skin is not being treated, and there are still further meticulous work.

Wanyan Changfeng took a break for a while and continued his unfinished work. Long Yu originally thought about what animal skin he would use to pretend to, but who knew that he had twisted a piece of dough and rolled it into a thin piece of dough with a rolling pin.

A piece of cake is pasted on the dough. The only difference is that the sheep blood content on this dough is very, very little, so there is no redness.

Think about it, even though people are covered with blood, it is also inside, and no one is red on the outside.

When Wanyan Changfeng fixed the hair of someone's unknown person on the dough, Long Yu couldn't help but touch his head and confirmed that it was still on his neck. The mouse was a little scared and looked at the dough.

I looked at Long Yu again, blinked my eyes, and sniffed it with a whirlwind. A scent of blood and flour made it sneeze twice in a row, and then came back, smelling Wen Long Yu,

Then he squatted on her shoulder and licked her hair again.

"Mr. Wanyan, really, I have a question to ask you." Long Yu couldn't help asking as he looked down at Wanyan Changfeng while wiping his hands gracefully while wiping his hands.

Wanyan Changfeng looked up at Long Yu and waited for her to ask with a smile.

Long Yu said: "Is there anything in this world that you don't know?"

He is very good at martial arts, healing, astrological weather, palming fortune telling, pinching dough, and making swords. Although Long Yu has never seen it, I heard from Aunt Sangya that he can teach sand in Wanyan Changfeng's leisure time

When Mu's children study, they even cook a Jiangnan delicacy in person. The posture of holding a spoon is like a chef's style, and the things they cook are even more colorful, fragrant and delicious.

Such a person is a bit outrageous. Is there anything he can't do?

Wanyan Changfeng turned his head and thought for a while, and smiled and said, "Yes, give birth."

Long Yu: “…”

Wanyan Changfeng threw down the veil, took out a box from under the table, covered the lifelike head with black cloth, and put it in: "I originally planned to arrange a scene where you fake death in the past two days, and then you can

I set out to find Donghu. But I didn't expect Danmu to suddenly get sick, so I could only wait a few more days. However, I could spread the news of Danmu's illness, so that the assassination would be more realistic."

Speaking of Danmu, Long Yu was also a little worried: "Mr. Wanyan, I have never heard of the disease of cold blood. Are you really sure?"

Wanyan Changfeng turned his face and said in a profound way: "What kind of cold blood disease? Where does normal people have this strange disease? It is poisoned. The poison brought out from the womb, and this poison is little by little.

The lower part is in the diet of pregnant women and is then absorbed by the fetus. At the beginning, the baby is no different from ordinary people. When it grows to about 35 or 36 years old, it will suddenly develop the disease and die of blood freezing."

"Ah?" Long Yu was stunned again, and then said, "What about Danshu? They are twins. Since Danmu was poisoned, why is Danshu okay? Hasn't it happened yet?"

Wanyan Changfeng thought for a while and said, "This is not a fate. If the poison is divided into two people, then these two babies will be poisoned and die together when they are thirty-five or six years old.

But for some reason, when they were in the fetus, these poisons were absorbed into Danmu's body, so Danmu was deeply poisoned and attacked at a very young age. This is a good thing. In a few years, the cold poison was in his body.

The erosion was not very deep, and it was still rescued at this time, so Danmu could live until now. But if he waited until he was thirty-five or six years old, even the gods could not save them. And this cold poison could

Genetics, their children will also carry cold poisons."

"But." Long Yu was a little puzzled: "If Danshu's father was the previous leader of Shamu, offended some people, or someone wanted to steal the seat and wanted to kill his son, I could understand this.

Why do we need the next poison that will only occur after more than thirty years? This person is too patient."

Wanyan Changfeng sneered, and a coldness that Long Yu had never felt before was scattered: "Human hearts are sinister, sometimes they are not something you can imagine, and even if you say it, you will find it incredible."

Long Yu really couldn't figure it out, and he still wanted to ask for advice clearly, but he heard Mo Li say coldly: "If Danshu's parents were twenty years old when they gave birth to them, and their children died when they were young, this is heartbreaking.

But after the pain, you will definitely give birth to a child, and you will have a few more, and you will be very careful. But if you lose your child in your old age in forty years, even if you still want to give birth, you will be powerless.

Isn’t this the most tragic thing in the world to send someone to a black hair? Then this family will have the descendants.”

Long Yu only felt that his past outlook on life was about to be overturned. This should be a great hatred. He planned so many people and waited for a lifetime just to make the Danshu family lose their children?

Looking at Wanyan Changfeng's back, Long Yu felt that this man must have been a time when he was so powerful that the world was intoxicated. But the higher he stood, the clearer he could see the world was in a cool and sinister way. Only then did he stay alone and hide from the grassland, but very

Unfortunately, I found that where there are people, there are worlds.

It was already afternoon when Long Yu and Mo Li came out of Wanyan Changfeng's tent. Wanyan Changfeng didn't have to tell Danmu so much that since he was sick when he was young, the man did not take any more poison.

, it proves that there is probably a change, or that person is no longer in the world. Now, more than ten years have passed, so there is no need to rush to find out this old past.

There has been enough things recently.

Long Yu sighed and sighed. When he returned to his tent with Mo Li, he passed by a kitchen. He saw the mouse who was originally drowsy on her shoulders standing up like a stimulant injection.

Both claws hugged Long Yu's neck and shook it desperately.

It was so insecure that a huge squirrel was shaking on the edge of his head. Long Yu reached out and grabbed its tail and wanted to pull it off. While comforting it, he was puzzled: "What's wrong? It's the kitchen, you're not at noon.
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