The light gray sunlight fell through the window, making the hall more radiant.

Ouyang Ming looked at Master Duan with bright eyes, waiting for his answer.

Master Duan was there, and picked up a chopsticks of spirit pork, fed it in his mouth, and chuckled, "The things in the big ruins are all kinds of strange things, some are invisible and elusive; some are extremely powerful, but they can shake the sky with bare hands; some are as strong as steel, and swords are hard to destroy, but the most terrifying is the corpse left by the ancient strong man. Even if only combat instinct is left, it is very terrible, and some can even fight with the Venerable." He deliberately paused, picked up the bowl, and drank a big sip of wine.

Jiang Yingrong tucked the black hair in her ears, and the mature woman's breath was fully displayed, which made people shake. She saw Master Duan's grasping posture, and her beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to speak flowed around, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Master Duan, you haven't said that you don't have a statue of god guarding me, what will happen?"

Master Duan was about to keep his feet closed, but his long sleeves fell into the wine, but he still refused to speak, his face full of emotion.

"Can attack the city!" He Jian's arms trembled, holding a carving knife.

"Will you attack the city?" Ouyang Ming's voice increased a few degrees, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Yes, so Daxu has been called a cursed place since ancient times, and it is inexplicable. Now less than 30% of the places explored by the human race, and the rest are covered with black fog, and even the sun cannot penetrate." He Jian's voice was hoarse, and he kept silent after he finished speaking. In his temperament, he was always a taciturn person, who didn't like to talk or enjoy the excitement.

Master Duan glanced at He Jian with a little resentment, and his gaze seemed to be saying, I finally got Qiao once, and you just stabbed him like this, I am really not a friend.

He snorted and complained: "Old He, can't you let me keep it a secret and enjoy it? In the future, I will help you forge a carving knife, and the price will be increased by 10%, otherwise I will not be willing to forge it! There are only two people in this city who can build silver equipment. I am one of them, and the other one is in seclusion for many years. Then you will be blind." Master Duan waved his hand, looking at He Jian with an unconventional look on his face, just quietly looking at He Jian.

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.

But he didn't have the aura of a monk on his body, which was a huge doubt in itself. You must know that this is a big ruin. Even Xiaoman has the ultimate cultivation level, but a person without cultivation level can survive in this curse land?

The answer is yes, you can't survive, you must not.

As long as Xiaoman finished the dishes in the bowl, Ouyang Ming didn't pick up the dishes for him, he would only eat white rice. The little loli rolled his eyes twice, smiled gently, picked up a large chopstick dish for Xiaoman, stood on tiptoe, and delivered it to his bowl.

Her name is Jiang Qingcheng. With her mother's surname, the meaning is a smile, Qingcheng, and now she does have this potential. Xiaoman glanced at the Xuecai in the bowl, and her eyes stayed on Jiang Qingcheng's face for a moment, but she still only ate white rice. Jiang Qingcheng was like a kitten that was teased in her heart, pouted and asked, "Why don't you eat vegetables?"

Xiaoman looked up at the beam on the room and didn't say anything.

"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 on the shoulder and whispered: "Eat quickly! Don't waste it."

Only then did Xiaoman eat the snow vegetables in the bowl with the meal. This scene made Master Duan awesome.

He asked with a smile: "Brother Yu, is your younger brother this kid? It's very interesting, and he has a very good talent. Why don't he let him learn forging with me? This is a huge opportunity that many children in the city can't even ask for."

Ouyang Ming twitched his mouth upwards and said in his heart that at your level, you are not afraid of misleading your children.

But his eyes looked at Xiaoman and said softly: "I respect his choices for whatever he wants to learn. I will not make choices for him, I will not know how to do it now, nor will I not know how to do it in the future. I will ask him first."

As the sound spread, a flash of light flashed in He Jian's eyes.

Master Duan did not give up, and then turned his gaze to Xiaoman, making his voice as soft as possible, and asked: "Xiaoman, would you like to become a forging master that everyone admires? At that time, you can do it even if Daxu is dangerous."

Xiaoman was not afraid at all and asked, "Can you kill someone?"

Master Duan shrank his neck and refused to answer.

On the contrary, a look of surprise appeared in He Jian's eyes, and he thought to himself that the evil spirit is too heavy, and if this continues, he will be swallowed by the inner demon.

Half an hour later, I was full of wine and food.

He Jian winked at Ouyang Ming and walked out.

Ouyang Ming followed without any hesitation.

He Jian stopped and waited for Ouyang Ming to come up, and said as he walked, "Brother Yu, how do you plan to resettle Xiaoman?"

Ouyang Ming was slightly stunned. He never expected that He Jian, who was not interested in talking, would ask such a question. He thought for a while and said, "Let him establish his mind first and dispel the resentment in his heart."

He Jian nodded and said, "It's not that simple. Xiaoman's resentment is too deep."

After a moment of pause, the look of memories appeared in his eyes and he sighed: "A hundred years ago, a young man borrowed a sword from me. When I saw that there was a demonic intention entanglement in his heart, the sword heart was not pure, so I refused to borrow it. But later, he stirred up the wind and rain in the big ruins, and at least a thousand people died under his sword. Only then did I realize that I had to borrow the sword that day, not for myself, but for the people of the world."

"What will Master He do?" He knew that since He Jian said that, he must have his own arrangements.

"Let Xiaoman learn to carve wood carvings from me, and I will resolve the murderous intent in his heart." He Jian said.

Ouyang Ming hesitated for a moment, and saw that He Jian looked sincere, he agreed. In his heart, although He Jian didn't talk much, he was much more reliable than Master Duan.

In fact, Master Duan’s forging attainments in this big city is indeed among the top ten, but because Ouyang Ming’s forging technique is too "perverted", he really can’t see it, and he doesn’t understand the level of forging in the big ruins.

He Jian left without any hesitation.

After packing up the bowls and chopsticks, it was already dark, and the cold and gray moonlight sprinkled from the sky.

In the courtyard, Xiaoman was breathing and breathing, his muscles were like dragons, and a black pattern suddenly lit up. With him as the center, all the spiritual energy within a radius of six feet surged over and turned into a small cyclone. The black air rolled into the sky in circles, and white arcs flashed on the skin, stirring up the prairie fire, and bursts of muffled sounds came out.

Ouyang Ming made a big stride and beat the space bag.

Thousands of spirit stones were rolled up in sleeves and fell around Xiaoman, stacking like a hill. This made the spiritual energy around Xiaoman rich to an unimaginable level. Of course, this method is only suitable for the spiritual energy below the middle level. After all, the spiritual energy required to break through the realm above the middle level of the spirit can only be described in a large amount, and it is difficult to maintain the spiritual power in ordinary spirit stones.

"Boom..." The cyclone became bigger and bigger.

A white lightning flashed from the air, causing the entire cyclone to flash with a white arc.

The traces on Xiaoman's eyebrows turned blood, piercing all the black patterns on his body. Hundreds of spirit stones instantly turned into a pile of powder, which was blown away by the cyclone.

"Break!" Xiaoman roared, and the spiritual power in the dantian was like the water of the Yangtze River, tumbling endlessly, crashing towards the shackles of the spiritists.

"Click!" This was the sound of the barrier breaking, and then a faint light shrouded in his body.

Ouyang Ming saw that the patterns on Xiaoman's body faded, and all the spirit stones around him turned into powder.

Xiaoman's eyes opened, and a breath of the initial level of the Spiritual Man opened.

Ouyang Ming also had a smile in his eyes and said softly: "After stabilizing the realm, go and learn wood carving from Master He."

Xiaoman looked at Ouyang Ming's eyes and asked word by word: "Can you kill someone?"

"The younger you are, the deeper your obsession!" Ouyang Ming sighed in his heart, and then replied: "Wooden carvings cannot kill people, but swords can kill people."

Xiaoman was silent for a while, looked up at the sky, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go and learn."

Ouyang Ming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. In his heart, if Xiaoman refused to go, he had no choice.

But if he wants to resolve Xiaoman's anger, he doesn't have that ability.

Jiang Yingrong is a tailor and a very skilled tailor.

There are all kinds of spiritual medicines in the house, which are full of spiritual energy and smell very good.

Jiang Qingcheng was barefoot, pink and white, and smiled and said, "Mom, Xiaoman is not simple, Uncle Yu is even more simple!" This is what she called Ouyang Ming, Uncle Yu. Every time she heard it, Ouyang Ming looked bitter. He was a young man who had not even got married! Why was he an uncle?

"Yes, you can refine pills and caster again, how can it be simple?" She bit off a thread with her teeth and replied with a smile.

The little loli sat on a bench, her feet shaking back and forth, and her calves were thin and long, and she said, "Also, Grandpa He is going to teach Xiaoman wood carving. When I cried and shouted, he refused to teach me. I had only known Xiaoman for a month, so I taught Xiaoman this craft." She bulged her cheeks, red, and looked very cute.

"Is Xiao Qingcheng jealous?" Jiang Yingrong pinched her face.

"No!" The little loli turned her head: "It's just that I'm thinking that Changshou Lane is lively, and I won't be bored in the future."

"Why are you still stubborn?" Jiang Yingrong unbuttoned her belt, and the spring light suddenly ejaculated.

"I don't think it's stubborn, I really think Xiaoman is interesting." Jiang Qingcheng shook his feet more diligently.

"Are there any interesting people in Changshou Lane? They are all interesting?" She smiled, but there was a bit of weirdness in her smile.

"Where is that interesting?" Jiang Qingcheng turned his head.

"Mom is just a tailor!"

...

"Mom, I want to eat cucumbers."

"Here, this thing is very precious in this curse land, so eat less."

"I don't want to eat cucumber ass! It's bitter"

"Then you eat it from scratch!"

"It's also bitter."
Chapter completed!