On this day, Ye Yinan followed the path paved with cobblestones and came to the Yefu Ware Workshop, which was the first time he came back here in his memory.

Where would the chic brother who used to spend all day drinking come to such a boring place just by hearing the name, maybe he wouldn't even look at it when he passed by.

The plaque hanging in front of the door is engraved with two large ink-colored characters of "making utensils", and the pitch-black tiles of the surrounding roof are shining brightly, and it is thought that people often clean them.

As soon as he entered the gate of the courtyard, Ye Yinan heard a sometimes dull and sometimes sharp snoring, and he couldn't help but be a little speechless.

He looked in curiously, and there was a square table in the empty courtyard, and a young man was sleepy with half of his face buried behind the table, and he didn't notice anyone coming, and the snotty bubbles in front of his nose flickered and grew with his breathing.

This man is also bold enough to do such a lazy thing so arrogantly.

Ye Yinan coughed a few times in succession and didn't wake him up, so he had to step forward and pat him.

"The little one didn't sleep, Zhang Lao!"

The young man bounced up, and there were no silver three hundred taels here to justify, his eyes were hazy, and his face still had red marks pressed by sleeping.

"I'll get something, you can remember it. Ye Yinan looked at this guy and didn't have any impression, so he walked straight inside.

"Uh, it turned out to be the third young master, ......" The young man peeked at it, muttered quietly, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat drops from his forehead with his sleeve, I don't know if it was caused by the fright just now, or if it was hot in his sleep.

Let's just say, those guys who stayed up late yesterday to play pai gow together patted their chests and promised, saying that Steward Zhang had something to do today and would not come here, which was really a false alarm.

The smell in the workshop was not good, there was a smell of metal smelting, and the temperature was much higher than the outside, and a large black box shaped like a boiler towered in the center, presumably using this strange thing to make on weekdays.

Since he knew that he was reborn in the martial arts world of the Ziqian Realm a few days ago, gradually, Ye Yinan also had some heroic thoughts, if he cultivated his ability and went to the rivers and lakes to break through, wouldn't it be a good thing?

He wandered around like a flower, and there were many strange and strange things here, but none of them caught his eye.

In a corner, suddenly, a pile of inconspicuous brown stone sticks came into his sight.

The thickness of two fingers of the stone stick is comparable to the length of someone's forearm, and the shape and size are suitable, but I don't know how much it weighs.

As he approached, he bent down and grabbed a bundle with his right hand, pulling it upwards with all his might, and to his surprise, the bundle moved only slightly.

"Poof......

There was a suppressed laughter behind him, but when he turned his head to look, the young man immediately changed his face to a serious face, bowed down and said, "Back to the third young master, this thing is a brown stone, extremely heavy, and adding this thing to make the weapon indestructible." ”

Ye Yinan didn't care about his rudeness, and nodded, he had already experienced it himself, and as for making weapons, he didn't have that ability.

The reason why I came to take this is just to cultivate my body before cultivating martial arts, and it is very suitable to use this thing as a weight.

This is the case with the martial arts of the Purple Dry Realm, the first thing a martial artist has to experience is the nine stages of the ascetic realm, the three stages of tough skin and flesh, the three stages of boiling blood and bones, and the three stages of refining the meridians, constantly refining the physical body, and exploring potential.

Therefore, the realm warrior is also known as the ascetic.

Quite satisfied with this stone stick, Ye Yinan picked it up with all his strength and left step by step with difficulty.

When his back disappeared from sight, the young man came back to his senses and said with a puzzled expression: "The third young master is so strange, such a good weather, why don't you go to the flower shop to hug left and right as usual, and come to get this brown stone?"

There was a bit of envy in his tone, he shook his head, as if he didn't think he would do his business, wrote down a few strokes on the paper at random, lay on the table, and returned to Zhou Gong's arms after a while.

At this time, it was the height of summer, and all kinds of flowers in the Yefu flower garden were steamed by the sun hanging high in the air, and the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance of flowers, which was so sweet and greasy that it made people drowsy.

Ye Yinan walked on the path, but his posture was quite strange, especially the movements of his hands and feet, slowly falling to the next step, and taking the next step after a while, as if he had been slowed down by someone using the Taoist method, which attracted the curious eyes of many people in the house.

What kind of demon are these three young masters doing?

He abandoned the brocade robe embroidered with a bewitching woman, and replaced it with a simple and clean cyan robe, and under the robe, a circle of brown stone sticks was tied, which was the brown stone.

At this moment, his face was slightly red, his chest was also wet with sweat, and his whole body was like a heavy shackle, and even the flow of blood was stagnant for a few points.

"This thing is really heavy!" he muttered with a slight gasp, but when he thought of his dream of fighting the sword world, he had to honestly bow his head and continue.

Just like this, I walked nearly a stick of incense, and a three-storey attic built by the lake in front came into view, and a gold-edged plaque with the inscription "Tibetan Book" stood between the second and third floors.

The lake on the edge is not big, it is far away from Chidoria Lake, there is a small boat parked in the middle of the lake, and there are three or two pavilions and pavilions attached to it, looking at it from a distance, there is a quiet and elegant beauty of the picture scroll.

The Ye family has an old man with a foreign surname, named Zhenshan, it is said that this old man and Ye Tianxing, the patriarch of the Ye family, have been brothers and sisters since they were young, and they were born and died together, and one of his eyes was also blind to save Ye Tianxing.

The old man has never been married in his life, how can he talk about his children under his knees, he is alone for some reason and stays in Ye Mansion, and usually stays here, trying to be quiet.

Looking at the old man dressed in sackcloth, especially the cloudy eyes that showed a strange gray, Ye Yinan was not as afraid as others.

In my impression, I don't know how many times he has been taught over the years, the old man is too high, at first he put on a black face and endured it, but then he was scolded a lot, and people became skinny, so he didn't feel much, so he didn't have much awe for the old man.

"You bastard boy didn't go to prostitution, what are you doing here?" Sure enough, the old man snorted heavily and scolded with disgust.

That blind eye was already a bit fierce, and now this scolding appearance is even more terrifying, and because of this, most of the women who come here go together.

"The boy came to read the book. I didn't expect him to say it so explicitly, Ye Yinan's face was scornful, it was really the predecessors who dug the pit, and the descendants suffered, and his lustful hat was buckled.

Hearing him say this, the old man's expression softened a little, but then he said in surprise: "It's better for you to be younger at such an age, otherwise you won't be useful when you are older, and you won't cry in front of the beauty." ”

Ye Yinan's face turned red, and he quickly slipped in, fortunately there was no one around, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

The entrance of the library is a slightly dim corridor, and after more than ten steps, the space suddenly opens up. The layout of the interior is similar to that of the previous library, with rows of books neatly arranged on wooden shelves about two people high, and every few rows of wooden shelves, a bamboo pole is hung in front of them, which should be used to reach the books in high places.

There was an upward staircase in the middle, but he had only been to the first floor before, and had never been up the second or third floor.

There are a wide variety of books on the first floor, including astronomy and geography, rivers and rivers, anecdotes, birds and animals, etc.

However, he came to see these on this trip, originally this young master only knew some common sense, and even Ye Yinan suspected that he didn't even know some common sense, so it was better to come here to flip through the ancient books and learn more, so that he would have a better chance of life when it came to a critical juncture in the future.

Shuttling between the rows of bookshelves, the nose moves slightly, and the unique dark fragrance of the pen and ink after a long time is fascinating.

The originally calm eyes suddenly flashed a hint of helplessness, and a book that made his face reddened was lying quietly in the corner, perhaps no one had read it for some time, and a layer of dust had accumulated on his face.

This thick book called "Ninety-Nine Styles of Sexual Affairs" is the reason why he often visited the first floor of the book pavilion before, and many people still think that this disciple has the advantage of being good at reading, and even the elder of the sect once praised him for the first time, if he knew the truth, I am afraid that he would be beaten out of the book pavilion.

There was a thick stack of ancient books on the table, and there was no one on the first floor except him, and the sound of turning pages of paper could be heard from time to time in the silence.

This look is a day, wisps of reddish sunlight scattered from the window above, Ye Yinan rubbed his sour eyes, his gaze moved up, the sky was already covered with a chrysanthemum red, he got up and left the library.

Drink!

Filled with a feeling of soreness, Ye Yinan walked the path, and suddenly there was a short and powerful low drink from the side, he remembered that this was the martial arts arena, and he was a little curious, so he moved over to take a look.

I saw a short-haired and sturdy man, wearing a well-fitting ink-colored practice uniform, standing in the center of the field, his hands on his waist, his eyes wide open, and his eyebrows and eyes showing a fierce color.

The next moment, he punched the wooden man stake in front of him, and the wooden man flew several times in midair, and when he landed on the ground, there was a hole in the position of his heart.

Ye Yinan looked at the big hole and secretly swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself that the power of that punch was so great that he was afraid that the so-called master in his previous life would die on the spot.

As he was engrossed, he was taken aback by a slap on the shoulder, and slowly turned around, and a man with a wicked smile on his face was staring at him, frowning.

If it weren't for this obscene expression, he would still be a little handsome in appearance, but his face was slightly pale, and he felt like he had been hollowed out by wine.

Ye Qing, it is him, he took Ye Yinan to have fun a few years ago, and since then he has been out of control, and the two of them of similar age have been in cahoots, wandering in the major fireworks and willow lanes in Ziyun City.

"Brother Nan, didn't you overindulge last night, hurt your body and bones, and it took so much effort to turn around?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, grinned, and shifted his gaze obscenely downward.

Looking at the guy with an amazing hippie smile in front of him, a strange feeling surged in his heart for no reason, that feeling was like a tacit understanding between men, Ye Yinan hurriedly stopped, straightened his face and said: "Don't make trouble, this is cultivation, don't be so obscene." ”

Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smacked his lips and said, "Tsk, cultivation, what are you talking about?"

Ye Yinan was a little confused, and wondered: "Which one?"

"Of course it's your ninety-nine style, little brother, I'm ashamed of myself. Ye Qing said in a very admiring tone.

Ye Yinan reacted to what he said, and suddenly his head was full of black lines, he was really speechless, this thing didn't have anything else in his head except for a woman, and then pointed to the strong man in the martial arts arena and changed the topic: "Do you know what moves that person used, it looks very violent!"

Ye Qing looked over curiously, and when he saw that person made a move, his eyes rolled upwards vigorously, and after thinking for a while, he said, "That, it's our family's martial arts and black tiger despair, it seems to be...... The quality of the ground is inferior. ”

Hearing his answer, Ye Yinan nodded thoughtfully, the strong man just shot quickly, it really looked like a heart-plucking tiger claw, strong and domineering, and secretly ruthless and murderous!

Is this a military duel?

"You're not as fierce as you!" Ye Qing showed that hippie smile again, and cast an ambiguous look.

Ye Yinan had to admit that he understood in seconds, and this look was asking him to go to the outside of the house to share his experience and practice it enthusiastically.

Where is he willing to do this, he quickly found an excuse, and then said goodbye and left.

Ye Qing also said that he was really hurt, thinking that he didn't want to lose face in front of him, so he didn't keep him, looking at the staggering steps, the smile on his face was even bigger.

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