The ground was filled with gray fog, looking hazy and mysterious.

A gust of cold wind blew up Ouyang Ming's clothes. He glanced at the child behind him, accelerated his speed and galloped forward.

But the child did not say a word, followed him far away, not daring to get too close, nor leaving.

"Stop following me!" Ouyang Ming turned around and whispered.

The child bit his lower lip gently, his eyes were extremely stubborn, and he did not answer. But he still lowered his head and followed quietly. However, this was no answer, even if it was the best answer, he still wanted to follow.

He stepped on a dead branch barefoot and made a "creaking" sound.

Ouyang Ming looked into the distance and used his body technique, increasing his speed to the level of the initial level of the Spiritual Man, almost turning into a whirlwind.

The child was panting, white mist appeared on his hair, his teeth were clenched, and he followed him tightly. Two days later, all the spiritual energy in the little boy's dantian was exhausted, and it was supported by physical strength and strong will.

Ouyang Ming discovered that whenever the child was forced into a desperate situation, a black pattern on his body lit up, especially the stripe that was one inch long between his eyebrows, which was more clearly highlighted, and even the air within ten feet of him became hot. This unexpected discovery greatly increased Ouyang Ming's interest.

I deliberately slowed down my speed, stood there, waiting for the child to catch up.

The six or seven-year-old child was filled with heat, his eyes were blurred, and his body staggered.

He was too young and forced himself to explode his potential. His mental strength had long been exhausted. The load on his body was too great. It was difficult to last for so long.

Ouyang Ming flipped his palm and when it fell, a white pill that emitted a burst of fragrance had appeared in his hand.

With a bent finger, the pill drew an arc and was swallowed by the child in one mouthful.

Half an hour later, the sluggish look on his face had dissipated. This recovery speed made Ouyang Ming feel strange, and he thought to himself that it is really worthy of being a big mistake, and it is indeed strange.

However, his face was extremely dull. He squatted down and said softly: "What's your name?"

The child's eyes showed a daze, and he looked at Ouyang Ming quietly, as if he wanted to remember him in his heart and engrave him into his soul. After about ten breaths, his voice was dry and hoarse, "My name is Xiaoman, the size is small, the size of Mantian Man."

"Xiaoman?" Ouyang Ming read it silently and praised sincerely: "A good name."

Xiaoman raised his mouth upwards, revealing a pair of tiger teeth, looking a little more playful and cute as he should be at this age.

"Why are you here? Where are your family?" Ouyang Ming asked again.

Xiaoman looked dark, with a hint of hostility towards the world, and whispered: "I don't have family, only grandpa. But half a month ago, grandpa was seriously injured and was almost dead. I came out to find spiritual medicine." The voice was not loud, but it was more straightforward. Only when the word grandpa was mentioned will it soften, and the scarlet color deep in his eyes will fade away.

Ouyang Ming was stunned for a moment, and exhaled a breath of turbid air, and explained: "The relationship between cause and effect is something that no one can escape."

He had a vague premonition in his heart that Xiaoman's identity was probably not simple.

With a thought, he whispered: "Xiaoman, let go of your mind. I'll see what happened, okay?"

Xiaoman did not answer immediately, stared at his eyes for a while, then nodded and said "Okay", dispersing his spiritual power.

This scene made Ouyang Ming’s softest part deep in his heart as if he was stabbed by millions of fine needles at the same time.

At this age when he should have acted coquettishly in his mother's arms, he hid his true self like a hedgehog, showing ruthlessness and sharpness, and only seeking to protect himself. What has he experienced?

The golden spiritual power is as soft as rippling water waves. It starts from Xiaoman's memory and looks like it.

The reason why Xiaoman was asked to let go of his mind was because once Xiaoman resisted, Ouyang Ming could not withdraw and the two mental forces collided, Xiaoman's spirit might be shattered.

Xiaoman is too young and has little experience. In just a quarter of an hour, this memory has been read by Ouyang Ming.

What impressed Ouyang Ming the most was the grandfather in Xiaoman's mouth.

He has instilled a mindset in Xiaoman since he was a child: You are an orphan, you have no family, and only if you are strong can you not be bullied.

Moreover, the skills taught to Xiaoman are all killing techniques, without any complexity, and only one purpose, that is, killing people.

"Let's go, I'll go see your grandpa." Ouyang Ming's voice also softened. Looking at Xiaoman, he looked like he was looking at himself when he was a teenager. If he hadn't met the old craftsman, he would probably have no idea where he had frozen to death, right?

Xiaoman gently lit his chin and led the way in front.

Grandpa Xiaoman lived on a cliff, extremely hidden, only dozens of miles away from where Xiaoman sneaked into Ouyang Ming with his arrow feathers. The matter was clear. Xiaoman went out to find the elixir and thought that Ouyang Ming was malicious, so he attacked. Afterwards, Ouyang Ming rescued him, making him think that this was a rare good person in the big ruins, so he followed him stubbornly.

In the stone cave facing inward, an old man's life was almost cut off and his life span was exhausted.

The face was covered with dense wrinkles, like the oldest bark.

"Are you back?" The old man's voice softened rarely, with three points of unwillingness and seven points of helplessness.

"Yeah!" Xiaoman mixed with a nasal tone, focused his head, and threw himself to the old man's side, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Don't cry, you can't cry, how did I teach you since I was a child? You can bleeding, but you can't cry!" He glared fiercely, his face turned rough, and he looked full of momentum.

"Grandpa, stop talking, stop talking. I won't cry, don't cry." Xiaoman's voice was even heavier, with a faint crying voice.

The momentum that the old man had finally forcibly gathered in vain, and he smiled bitterly: "I played the image of a strict teacher in front of you all my life. This last time, I was destroyed by these words from you, a stinky brat."

Seeing this scene, even Ouyang Ming's eyes were a little astringent.

After a while, the old man pulled Xiaoman aside, and a shimmer burst out from his turbid eyes. He looked at Ouyang Ming and said, "Who came from outside?"

"Yeah!" Ouyang Ming nodded, there was no need to hide it, and there was no need to hide it.

"Let me have a walk!" The old man stared at his eyes, as if he wanted to see his inner world clearly, and said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura on his body became round again, and there was the power of a dragon and tiger opening the sky.

Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was burning life span and returning to the sun.

At this moment, even the immortal pill cannot be pulled back.

Follow the old man and come to the cliff.

The world was dark, and countless hurricanes condensed in vain, stirring the whole world.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the distance. His eyes were complicated and there was remembrance, but there was more of a faint hatred. He whispered: "Xiao Man was born in the Blood Dragon House. When he was born, he caused a strange phenomenon. A blood-colored dragon condensed out of thin air and swept across all directions. His bloodline was also rich enough to reach the point of returning to his ancestors. If there was no accident, there would be no barrier to step into the realm of the Venerable. The natural barrier that spanned in front of all the geniuses, the spiritual master became the Venerable level, and for those who returned to his ancestors, it could be easily passed."

"But unfortunately, Xiaoman is not a direct line. Just three days after he was born, his blood from his ancestors was completely drained by the direct line and refined and swallowed by others. Such a natural supreme fell like this. His father fought to the death and his blood exploded. I took him out in seclusion here in the chaos." He withdrew his eyes and vomited two cold breaths in succession.

"Why tell me this?" Ouyang Ming's voice was cold, and he carefully analyzed the truth and falsehood of this statement.

"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 vortex, it is enough. Moreover, with Xiaoman's talent, you still have the opportunity to step into the Venerable, which will also be of great help to you." The old man's voice was already filled with a plea.

Ouyang Ming was silent for a while, thought for a long time, and nodded slightly: "I agreed!"

Taking such a child out of Daxu is not an exaggeration. Of course, the most important reason is that he saw the shadow of the old craftsman in the old man, which made him unable to refuse.

The sound echoed, and the old man's face was full of relief.

He swallowed the breath from his throat, his eyes were shrunk, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

When Xiaoman saw this scene in the stone house, he was as nimble as a cheetah who had been traveling through the jungle for many years. His figure flashed and he came to the old man.

The tears that were rolling in my eyes could not help but slashed across my thin cheeks, dripping from my chin, and gently dripping on the old man's clothes.

Ouyang Ming sighed inwardly, unable to bear to see.

Xiaoman didn't say anything, just shed tears, with great sorrow and great enlightenment and speechlessness.

A day later, Xiaoman burst out a stone pit on the cliff and buried the old man in.

"Brother Yu, do you think that a good person will not be rewarded? Grandpa has never done anything against his will in his life, and he has been buried here for so long. No one wears mourning clothes or dies. Why is this?" This was his first time speaking, his voice was dry, with a sense of resentment towards the whole world. This resentment was so pure that even Ouyang Ming's cultivation level was shocked.

He pondered for a moment, but still replied: "Good people will still be rewarded."

"real?"

"real."

"I don't believe it..." Xiaoman shook his head, sat on the bluestone and looked into the distance.

He wanted to take revenge, and he counted all his hatred on the Blood Dragon House. His father died, his mother died, and now even his grandfather died. That young heart was filled with hatred.

When Ouyang Ming saw this scene, he took a breath and said to himself that if Xiaoman could not resolve the resentment in his heart, there would probably be another person who could prove the truth through killing. This would be a catastrophe in the entire spiritual world.

During the past few days, he certainly knew that Xiaoman was amazingly talented. He was extremely persistent in doing things, was so tough that he was heartbroken, and had a strong execution ability. He also had a kind of ruthless way to achieve his goals.
Chapter completed!