The old man was holding mud in the yard.

The most common yellow mud, mixed with water, was pinched out the shape of the doll bit by bit in those rough and old palms. The old man looked very focused and completely selfless.

Hong Rongyan didn't say anything, and stood quietly behind her.

The black plain clothes cut from luxurious silk are as deep as ink, making him seem to be shrouded in the rich night. The clothes are very slim, wrapping his slender body, tall and handsome. The red cinnabar between his eyebrows is delicate and charming, which adds an indescribable touch of softness and charm.

When he appeared in the yard, the light from the entire yard seemed to gather on him.

The old man is very focused on making clay, and the red face is also very focused on seeing it.

The sunlight fell into the yard, shining on him, and on the old man's back, like a painting.

The maid who was accompanying him did not dare to make any sound. The picture in front of him was filled with inexplicable power, which made people feel quiet involuntarily.

The old man straightened his back and put down the mud doll in his hand. The doll was rough and looked like a naughty child's work. His hands and feet were short and his facial features were blank, but for some reason, he exuded a sense of agility.

“What a good work.”

Even if it was praise, Hong Ying's voice was filled with a faint sadness.

When the old man heard the voice, he turned around and said casually: "If you like it, I can give it to you."

"Thank you, Master Shao."

Hong Rongyan bowed and then carefully held the mud doll in her palm. The maid beside her saw the opportunity and quickly handed over an exquisite wooden box. Hong Rongyan carefully put the mud doll in the wooden box and covered it carefully.

His movements were extremely slow throughout the process, with a focused expression and holding his breath, as if he was holding a clay doll in his hand, but a peerless treasure.

Master Shao looked at Hong Rongyan with interest without making any noise to disturb her.

After covering the wooden box, Hong Rongyan took the pure white silk scarf handed over by her maid, carefully wiped her palms, and handed the scarf to her maid.

After doing all this, his eyes looked at Master Shao again, and a faint sadness was revealed in his voice: "Master Shao, what you mentioned last time has a preliminary result."

Master Shao's body suddenly tense, but the next moment, he seemed to breathe, his body slowly relaxed, and his eyes looked directly at Hongrong Yan: "Where is she?"

"Your granddaughter was indeed in our Patriarch's Association. Because you pretended to be your identity, we didn't know that she was your granddaughter at that time, and only thought she was an ordinary blood cultivator. If we knew your identity, we would definitely welcome you with the highest etiquette."

Hong Yingyan's expression was sincere, and her tone was filled with sadness and apology.

Master Shao was a little sarcastic: "Then imprison me? Torture me to confess?"

Back then, he disguised his identity and took his granddaughter to leave the Blood of God, avoiding the tracking of the Blood of God. Unexpectedly, he was attacked by the Patriarch on the way, and his granddaughter was kidnapped by the Patriarch on the way.

Hong Rongyan shook her head: "You have too deep prejudice against our Patriarch Association. Although both sides have been mortal enemies of each other for many years, our methods are much gentler than God's Blood."

Master Shao said lightly: "Where are she now?"

Hong Rongyan paused for a moment, and the apology in her tone was even stronger: "Fifteen years ago, the Patriarch's headquarters suffered a large-scale attack, with heavy casualties. Our three orphans were affected. Your granddaughter was in one of the orphans at that time."

Master Shao was stunned, the luster in his eyes lost. After a while, he spoke, his voice hoarse: "So she died?"

Hong Rongyan bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry."

His voice was very sincere.

Master Shao stood in a daze, his turbid eyes empty and without any focal length.

Hong Rongyan sighed: "I'm really sorry! Rongyan leaves."

After saying that, he quit from the yard.

After leaving the yard, the maid Jing Tao couldn't help it: "Young Master, why are you so polite to him?"

Jing Tao said with a light red gauze, innocent and elegant. She was just right. At this moment, there was no outsider and she immediately became much more casual. She served the young master since she was a child, and had a deep relationship, which was very different from ordinary maids.

"The God's Palace." Hong's face showed a look of remembrance: "How brilliant was the God's Palace back then. The current owner of the Beast Gu Palace, Nangong Wulian, is just his student. His attainments in dolls are unparalleled in the world."

Jing Tao looked stubborn, but she still didn't understand. No matter how powerful the old man was, she was not as good as the young master in her heart. But since the young master said that, she still nodded repeatedly.

The steps of Hongying suddenly stopped.

Jing Tao was startled and stopped quickly and looked at the young master.

Hong Rongyan said to herself: "Why did the dignified Lord of the Divine Ou Palace, under one person and above ten thousand people, take his granddaughter to escape from the blood of the gods? Who would be unfavorable to him? Who dares to be unfavorable to him? Only the Emperor Saint. Could he anger the Emperor Saint?"

Jing Tao obediently said nothing. She knew that if the young master's thoughts were interrupted at this time, she would definitely be very angry.

Hong Rongyan thought about it for a while but still couldn't figure it out. Master Shao was regarded as his right-hand man by the Emperor Saint. Although Emperor Saint was mean and ruthless, he respected those who were capable. He would definitely not scare Master Shao from the blood of the gods because of a little thing.

He said slowly, "Remember to have someone check this matter."

Jing Tao quickly said obediently: "Yes."

She was able to serve the young master for so many years because she knew the depth. The young master could indulge them in a little bit and act coquettishly, but the young master has always been very serious and meticulous in his work, and he must not joke about it.

She was also attracted by the young master. Why did the old man escape from the blood of the gods?

Ai Hui woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. His mind was full of Tie Niu's wandering and helplessness during the day.

In his heart, Shi Xueman was not smart, and had nothing to do with gentleness as water. For example, Tieniu's shooting power was as heavy as a mountain, and her will was as hard as steel. She must be the front of the charge, and she must choose the most powerful enemy in the battle. She never complained about being tired, and never complained about the world.

This was the first time he saw such a helpless look on Tie Niu.

I was still seriously injured at this time.

Ai Hui was completely sleepy. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the stars above his head. After a while, he still tried to calm down. It was useless to be dazed like this.

He eliminated the distracting thoughts in his mind and devoted himself to exploring the situation in his body.

As he thought about it, Ai Hui was also confused, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping.

I don’t know how long it took, but he was woken up by Loulan.

"Ai Hui, Ai Hui, wake up."

Ai Hui opened his sleepy eyes, and Loulan's masked face reflected into his vision. He subconsciously blurted out: "Loulan..."

Loulan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Ai Hui spoke!"

Loulan's cheers suddenly caused a commotion in the camp, and everyone rushed over, as if they were looking at some strange animal.

"Look, what vitality is! It's stronger than a wild boar!"

"Wild boar? Don't insult Ah Hui! At least it's a cockroach!"

"It seems that it's getting better, so I can cook more Yuan food soup for us every day in the future."

"That's it! Loulan takes care of Ah Hui every day, and our daily portion of Yuan food soup is much smaller."

"Loulan, what will we eat tomorrow?"

"Do you want a new trick? Loulan's craftsmanship... is so hungry!"

...

Everyone talked and watched Ai Hui from the beginning, and soon fell to the Yuanshi Soup. The two words "so hungry" were written on the faces of a group of people. They were immersed in their infinite imagination about what Yuanshi Soup to make Loulan tomorrow, and they couldn't extricate themselves.

No one noticed that Loulan had quietly slipped away with Ai Hui.

All Ai Hui's sleepiness was scared away by the ugly faces of those unbearable guys, and he was extremely sober at this moment.

"Loulan, where are we going?"

Loulan carried Ai Hui on his back and said happily: "Go to Songjian Valley, Ai Hui. Master He said that the great sword has been completed. He asked Loulan to take Ai Hui to check it out. He didn't know if he was right."

Ai Hui was excited: "He blind man moves very quickly, and he is finished in this way."

"Ai Hui, it is rude to call Mr. He, blind man." Loulan's tone was very serious.

Ai Hui immediately reacted and said, "Oh, the tongue is wrong, I respect Master He very much."

Loulan's tone became happy again: "Yes, Master He was very serious when forging. Many places are worth learning from Loulan. When Loulan has time, he will seriously learn from Master He."

Songjian Valley is not far from Yubei City. Loulan is carrying Ai Hui on his back and soon arrives at Songjian Valley.

Ai Hui first saw Duanmu dusk sitting in the bamboo forest with his eyes closed and meditating.

In front of Duanmu, there was a small wooden box, which was clearly the wooden box his family asked Murray to bring.

Ai Hui did not disturb Duanmu dusk.

When Loulan brought him to the cluster of white flames, Ai Hui's gaze was immediately attracted by the things in front of him.

He looked up at the huge metal castings in front of him.

Its shape is very strange, like an iron spoon, and it is difficult to associate it with a giant sword. The first impression it gives people is huge. It is so huge that it looks like an icy metal beast lying on the ground. The thick and thick sword body is thicker than Ai Hui's height and has a rough style. However, there are many places, the surface is extremely flat and smooth as a mirror, and many fine patterns are densely carved on it.

"According to your design, the sword is thirty-three meters long and seven nodes. Each node has a tower skeleton, with layers ranging from three to nine floors, and each layer of the tower skeleton has six stations. The metamorphic patterns you designed have been carved."

He Xiaozi's voice came from behind, unable to hide his fatigue, but it also revealed a hint of excitement and expectation.

Ai Hui couldn't move his eyes away. The huge iron spoon in front of him was like a strange-shaped Beidou sword, piercing through seven pagodas, but these seven pagodas had no bricks and stone tiles, only thick and hard metal skeletons.

The strange shape is even a bit rough and ugly, but Ai Hui is like seeing a peerless sword, his eyes emitting light.

A faint voice from behind He Xiaozi came from behind.

"Check it out and see where there are places to be reworked. There is no place to be reworked, that is it done. I'm curious now, how did you make such a big guy fly up."
Chapter completed!