"Grandpa, you can give it to your uncle, uncle is a good person. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" A small head came out of the side and said timidly.

The old stubborn who originally refused to surrender softened instantly after hearing the voice, Xie Yan was also slightly stunned, turned his head sideways, and just saw the little girl hiding in the corner, this little girl was the one he met on the street before.

"He's your grandfather?"

Xie Yan was a little surprised, this old man looked fierce, and the little girl looked very cute, no matter how she looked at it, she didn't look like a grandson, Xie Yan looked at the old man with a suspicious face.

"What do you look at, old man, I'm a little ugly, but my granddaughter is definitely my own." The old man saw what Xie Yan was thinking at a glance, and his anger suddenly rose again, and he couldn't help but scold.

But scolding and scolding, but the old man still listened to his granddaughter's words, scolded and walked to the corner of the table next to him, took out a book, and threw it to Xie Yan like garbage.

A book on the table legs?

Xie Yan thought that the old man was perfunctory to him, but when he opened it, he found that this broken book was indeed the old man's record, and the level of detail was higher than that of the previous two, and many of the contents in it were not even comprehended by the wizard who painted the bone realm, it belonged to the level of supernatural powers, after discovering this, Xie Yan suddenly looked at the old man differently.

Among the three masters of Daomu City, this old man is definitely the most powerful one.

It's just because of his strange temper that he doesn't have a good reputation, otherwise where would there be three masters in Dao Mu City, and one of him would be enough.

"Get something out of here, if it weren't for my precious granddaughter to speak. Do you think you can get Lao Tzu's treasure? The old man looked like he owed him tens of thousands of taels of silver and didn't pay it back. Directly issued an eviction order.

He was in such a hurry. Xie Yan didn't want to leave.

This old man has been driving people away from the beginning, it is obvious that there is some secret, and the two people in front of him, this old man is the real academic master, all of them are put on the study of witch painting secret arts, in comparison, Xin Wuya is sleek and good at forbearance. Some are like businessmen, not to mention Huo Xinyan, who opens a casino on the surface, but secretly arranges a murder array, and the so-called academic master is just a disguise.

After the old man scolded a few words, he ignored Xie Yan and hurried back to the original house.

Xie Yan's divine sense spread in, and he soon saw a strange scene.

When the old man entered the house, he was divided into three, one pulling the bellows. The other was desperately striking iron with a sledgehammer, and the last one had been to a piece of iron. Put it on the top of the platform and carefully depict it, this depiction is not writing, but carving!

The material used was also a kind of inky black blood that Xie Yan had never seen before.

"Split into three? This old man actually has two painted ghosts! And this fluctuating ....."

Among the three people, only one is a real body, and the other two are all conjured by painted ghosts, and ordinary people are distributed, but Xie Yan, who is a tribulation and scattered immortal, can see the difference at a glance, because there is no trace of life on the body of the painted ghost, and it is as cold as death.

After noticing this, Xie Yan did not leave, but sat down outside and began to watch the old man's movements attentively.

This look is half a month.

For half a month, the old man never left that room, as a wizard painter who did not cultivate his body, he had not eaten for such a long time, and he was going to starve to death, but the old man insisted on it, in order not to let the stroke in his hand be broken.

"In one go, I see."

After seeing this, Xie Yan retracted his gaze, got up and wanted to go outside.

He already knew exactly what he wanted to know, and he couldn't understand the rest of it, so it was better to leave than to stay here.

"Is Uncle leaving?"

As soon as Xie Yan moved, the little girl next to him came out and pulled his sleeve to prevent him from leaving.

It's no wonder that the little girl would be hungry and begging outside before, this Master Ding is completely a madman, he even forgot to eat when he was busy, the poor at home didn't even have a grain of rice, the mice were too lazy to patronize, the little girl was a child, and she would go to the street to beg if she was hungry.

In the past half a month, Xie Yan has been observing Master Ding's behavior carefully, but in his spare time, he always thinks of the little girl next to him, and then gives her something to eat.

"Xiao Lin, my uncle has just been away for a while, and he will be back soon." Xie Yan touched the little girl's head and said.

Just as Xie Yan was about to leave, the room inside suddenly opened, and the unkempt and stubborn old man Ding Daohai walked out of it.

"Boy, here's for you."

After the old man came out, he actually threw his hard work for half a month directly to Xie Yan, if it wasn't for the difficult production process of the old man through his divine sense, people who don't know would still think what kind of garbage he threw away.

"Thank you, senior."

Xie Yan took the thing and thanked him cautiously.

This old man is stronger than the other two people, this is Xie Yan's discovery in the past half a month, and it is specially prepared to escape the breath that escaped when the old man engraved the pattern, it is definitely the breath of the Bone Painting Realm, a little old man who lives in seclusion here, actually has the strength to paint the Bone Realm.

The power of this world is not like the cultivation realm outside, there are only three in total, it can be said that each weight is a hurdle, the powerhouse of the Bone Painting Realm can definitely be regarded as a prince, especially Xie Yan After watching the picture on the Sansheng Stone, he understands the horror of this realm better than anyone else, the painting ghost that is thousands of feet high, like the god and demon who destroys the world, even in the outside world, Xie Yan does not dare to say that he can prosper the other party, let alone in this inner world without vitality.

"What seniors are not seniors, the old man is a person who asks for food."

"Also, if you're okay, get out of here." The old man's face was as cold as ever.

Xie Yan knew that this old man was born with this temper, so he didn't get angry, and returned to the inn after saying goodbye.

But this time he didn't live in that place, but after handing over the rest of the house, Xie Yan returned to Xicheng again, not only that, but also bought the house next to the old man, Xicheng is a slum, the house here is cheap and scary, Xie Yan only used a lower grade spirit stone to change it.

"Stinky boy, why are you again?"

Ding Daohai opened the door as before, ready to go out for activities, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xie Yan.

"Senior Ding, everyone will be neighbors in the future, and there is nothing to do to move around more."

After saying that, Xie Yan didn't forget to point to his new home, and when Old Man Ding saw this, he showed an expression like eating a fly.

"Uncle, are you back?"

Compared with Old Man Ding, the little girl was extremely happy, ran over and grabbed Xie Yan's sleeve, and shouted excitedly, Xie Yan touched her head and hugged her.

"Forget it, where do you like to live, explain first, don't bother Lao Tzu if it's okay!"

The old man flicked his sleeves and went out for a walk by himself.

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The transition period is almost over, and I hope that the book friends who are still insisting on it will support you. It's just twenty or thirty people, and one less old man hurts. (To be continued.) )