Mingyue of the Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Looking at the black stone in Qiu Ming's hand, Yang Dashan shook his head. He was quite knowledgeable, but this stone is really weird and heavy.

"Brother Qiu Family, where did you come from? Black Dragon Pond?" Yang Dashan asked as he weighed the stone.

Qiu Ming nodded: "Yes, it's inside the Black Dragon Pond. I feel like I can absorb light. Otherwise, the water in the Black Dragon Pond would be very clear and shouldn't be so dark."

Absorbing light? Hearing Qiu Ming say this, Yang Dashan looked at the stone carefully. He raised it and looked at the sun. He really felt that a trace of light seemed to be sucked away by the stone.

He seemed to have heard of the stones before, but he could no longer remember who said it and what it was.

The blacksmith Shi Gang was also called over, and he couldn't recognize what the stone was, but he wanted to ask Qiu Ming for a piece, so he wanted to put it in the fire to calcinate it to see if the stone would change.

Qiu Ming thought that there were many stones under the Heilongtan, so he gave Shi Gang one at a time. If Shi Gang could find something, he would not have to think about it.

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"Master, why don't you eat dragon meat? Otherwise, this piece of liver will be delicious." Yang Qijin looked at Qiu Ming and didn't touch the dragon meat soup at all, but was still eating fruit, so he handed over his bowl.

Qiu Ming smiled and rubbed Yang Qijin's head: "You eat it, Master doesn't. Don't you know what Master is capable of? You won't be hungry even if you don't eat."

Qiu Ming actually really wanted to taste what this dragon meat tasted, but when he heard that this sow dragon had eaten it, he lost his appetite and always felt a little uncomfortable.

As for the dragon liver, dragon meat, Qiu Ming didn't want to move at all, and even moved backwards. However, the other villagers were very happy to eat, especially the three little guys, who ate the most.

Qiu Ming discovered that these three little guys have a really big appetite and usually eat more than ordinary adults. Today, they eat bowl after bowl, and they don’t drink soup, but eat meat.

Even Yang Dashan, a dry-looking person, ate several bowls. Could it be that having the blood of the witch clan has the potential to become a living place?

Qiu Ming knew that practicing his family-born martial arts was quite expensive, but it wasn't so edible, right? He didn't do that at that time, either.

Yang Dashan looked at Qiu Ming and felt strange. Why didn’t he eat it? Not to mention the taste of the dragon meat, there is also the essence and blood of the dragon clan in the meat, which is a great tonic.

Absorbing the spiritual power inside is of great benefit to their bodies. It is impossible for ordinary people to eat a piece of immortality, but it can definitely prolong life.

There are many here, and the villagers can't finish their meal. Why doesn't the Qiu family eat it? He knows that some powerful witches no longer need to eat, but the Qiu family hasn't reached that point yet, right? He likes to eat fruits?

When they all finished eating, Qiu Ming and the others returned to their residence together. The three little guys went to play. Qiu Ming couldn't help but ask Yang Dashan: "Brother Yang, can those three little guys eat so much?"

Yang Dashan said curiously: "This is normal. They are already considered witches. The witch clan is born to absorb the power from the bloodline of monsters and use it to strengthen itself. Don't you know?"

Qiu Ming immediately said: "Of course I know this, but the three little guys are not considered witches now, they are far worse than the real witches."

It turns out that the witch clan has this kind of talent, so of course Qiu Ming didn't know, but fortunately he came back.

Yang Dashan thought Qiu Ming was from a large tribe, so he had high standards for witches. He was very happy and felt that his son's future achievements would definitely be higher.

"They just ate, isn't it better to practice now?" Yang Dashan especially hoped that his son would be successful sooner.

Qiu Ming did not object: "I will check the progress of Qijin in a while. If he satisfied me, then I will pass on him the breathing formula. Only when I learn this can I be considered a warrior of the witch clan."

Yang Qijin was having fun with two friends. When he heard his master calling him, he hurried over: "Master, call me."

"Come here and do all those movements, Master, see if you have been lazy these two days."

"No, I'll do it now."

Yang Qijin only persisted in each movement for about a minute, but he completed eighteen movements, but he didn't look tired at all, and he didn't even sweat on his forehead.

Qiu Ming walked behind Yang Qijin: "Sit cross-legged, Master now teaches you how to breathe and breathe."

He put his hand behind Yang Qijin, allowing the spiritual power to enter Yang Qijin's body and flow into his meridians. At the same time, he spread the formula into Yang Qijin's ears through the way of transmitting the sound into the secret.

Qiu Ming had already learned this little trick without a master. In this way, there was no need to worry about others eavesdropping. Qiu Ming did not intend to pass this technique onto Abao and Ahua.

His spiritual power entered Yang Qijin's body, and then he felt that the child's blood was so strong that it was much stronger than he thought. Moreover, there was still a lot of spiritual power in his abdomen that was constantly seeping into Qijin's flesh and blood. Is this the talent of the witch clan?

Yang Qijin followed what Qiu Ming said, and at the same time tried to remember the route of Qiu Ming's practice in his body. After three times, Qiu Ming's palm left, leaving a trace of strength in Yang Qijin's body, allowing him to exercise the exercises alone.

Qiu Ming also sat cross-legged beside Yang Qijin, but he was not meditating and practicing martial arts, but holding a small piece of wood in his hand and carefully carving a lamb with a carving knife.

Although he also made a wooden puppet dragon last time, his appearance was too ugly. His eyebrows were crooked, his scales were of different sizes, and his four claws were of different lengths. This was because Yang Dashan gave him the size.

If it weren't for Yang Dashan's advice, Qiu Ming suspected that he could not make a puppet dragon at all. Well, maybe he could make a puppet snake, which would be much simpler for Qiu Ming.

Fortunately, the side mission was completed this time. After he returned to the real world, he didn't know what reward he could get. However, no random mission appeared this time, and Qiu Ming felt a little regretful.

Yang Qijin did not wake up until the next morning when he asked, and Yang Qijin had actually been running nine times. Thinking about it, it was difficult for him to use the third time, and it was really incomparable.

What surprised Qiu Ming was that the dragon flesh spiritual power he ate yesterday was absorbed by Yang Qijin. Isn't that too fast?

In the next few months, Qiu Ming has been in this village, practicing carving techniques while giving guidance to Yang Qijin. Both the master and the apprentice have made rapid progress.
Chapter completed!