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Anmuda was radiant, her cheeks were rosy, and the wrinkles that had once been like furrows seemed to be smoothed out by the time that flowed backwards. He sat on a futon, and his whole person exuded an indescribable majesty, like the sun, which was impossible to look at. The ripples visible to the naked eye filled the Liyun Pavilion Residence, as if they were about to crush this space.

Opposite him sat a short, thin old man, like a farmer working in the fields in the sun and rain. Next to the old man was a large block of ice two people high. In the ice, a figure can be seen faintly.

The surging ripples disappeared near the old man.

The old man took a sip of tea and put down his cup: "Your situation is so bad. ”

An Muda smiled and said: "Actually, it's okay, my Yuan Force is resonating with the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth. When they resonate completely, I will become a part of heaven and earth. ”

The old man nodded: "It turns out that the Grandmaster died like this. ”

An Muda was dumbfounded: "You are still as unlikable as back then." ”

The old man asked rhetorically: "You're so old, who do you like?"

An Muda shook his head and smiled: "The mouth is much stronger than before." How's this kid?"

With a simple movement, layers of ripples spread, and the entire space resounded with a buzzing scream.

The old man's expression was serious: "It's not good, so I'm coming to you." ”

An Muda's gaze was piercing, sweeping over the ice, and fine lines cracked on the surface of the ice. The old man waved his hand at the ice cube, and a cloud of cold air flew out of his hand and landed on the ice cube, and the ice cube was a little thicker.

The old man knew that An Muda was not hostile, but that he was no longer able to control the power in his body.

An Muda sighed lightly: "This method of yours is interesting. ”

Inside the ice cube is a young man who cultivates fire. But the method used was extremely exquisite, using the extremely cold ice to stimulate the wisp of fire in the young man's fire cultivation body.

After a little pondering, he understood the purpose of the other party's doing.

The Fire Liaoyuan has fallen, the fire element materials are very scarce, and according to the previous cultivation methods, this road will not work. Huoyuan materials are rare, and Caiyun Township still maintains production. Cold ice is a branch of the water elemental material, and you can still find it if you think about it.

But this is the way the sword goes sideways, it is extremely dangerous, if you are not careful, this wisp of fire will be extinguished, and the fire will die.

It has been frozen for a long time, and the pain is unimaginable to ordinary people. In such extreme circumstances, it takes great courage and endurance to stay awake and keep the fire alive.

"If you are poor, you will change, and if you change, you will be successful. The old man said lightly: "I can't get through now." His father gave him to me, his house is gone, and I can't leave him alone. ”

An Muda sighed: "Alas, the ancestral family is also a big family, but I didn't expect it to escape this catastrophe. I remember his name was Zu Yan?"

The old man hummed, looked calm, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

"I probably know what you mean. An Muda stood still: "He has already survived the most difficult period, and if it is frozen again, it will hurt his body and spirit." Now he needs enough fire yuan to strengthen the origin in order to become powerful. ”

The old man said, "That's right. Some time ago, there was a first-class fire liquid on the market, called snow lava. It's related to your apprentice, so I found you. I need a lot of snow lava, a lot. ”

Finally, the word "a lot" was more important in his tone.

If it had been someone else, he would have done it a long time ago. But Matsuma Valley has a teacher, and he has to find An Muda. He knew very well that the old man didn't care about Shi Xue, he actually cared very much.

He has known the old man for decades and knows his temperament well.

"Xue Man is not the principal. An Muda said, "You need to find Ai Hui." As long as you are willing to send your precious apprentice to work for him for a few years, there should be no problem. ”

"Good. The old man agreed.

An Muda said: "Let's talk about the juniors, let's talk about our affairs." ”

The old man glanced at him: "You are dying, what else is there to say?"

"How can a grandmaster die in bed?" An Muda smiled faintly, but with an indescribable domineering spirit.

The old man's body stiffened, he put down the teacup and asked directly, "What do you want to do?"

An Muda looked at the old man and smiled: "You will know when you arrive." ”

The old man shook his head directly: "I won't accompany you." ”

"Just help me hold this place. An Muda smiled: "Dai Gang will come." It's not cold, you've been with him all your life, are you tired of it?"

Hearing Dai Gang's name, the old man's gaze suddenly became sharp. At this moment, he is like a different person, short and thin, revealing a mighty and domineering figure.

Strong fluctuations are fleeting.

In this turbulent era and many heroes, not many people still remember this thin old man.

Happy is not cold, the former radical of the Cold Flame regards Dai Gang as a lifelong enemy.

Le Buleng returned to normal: "It's all dying, and there are so many calculations." Why don't you see Wan Boy?"

A faint sadness appeared on An Muda's face: "Senior brother is gone, his descendants, how can I bear it? Whether it is the Five Elements Heaven or the Outer Heaven, I have guarded it for so many years, and I have done my best." ”

"Let them go. ”

Le Bu Leng filled his teacup, drank it all, slammed the teacup, got up and walked to the pavilion, and dropped a sentence.

"Ha, it turns out that the grandmaster is also a human. ”

He grabbed the big ice cube and jumped down.

Lemon camp, many people are disappointed.

"What the hell is this mess?"

"Yes, what about talent? what about Yuan Li? What about inheritance? None of this needs to be tested? Is this funny?"

"I think I'm recruiting coolies!"

"When you say that, it's really a bit ah, isn't Ai Hui just a coolie?

"Coolie Corps, it's terrible......"

The seven sword towers in the inner camp have become a nightmare for many people, and many Yuan Xiu who felt that they had good talent were eliminated. Seeing those guys who are less talented than themselves being selected, everyone thinks the world is crazy.

No, it's Ai Hui who is crazy.

The disappointed people shook their heads and left, they felt that what a thunder master was, but a madman with a clear mind. Maybe Ai Hui is very good at thunder cultivation, but tossing around like this can only prove that he is an out-and-out rookie in terms of the war department.

Everyone is not stupid, in the troubled times, holding a thick thigh, not only can survive, maybe you can also get a lot of merits, and lay a foundation for your children and grandchildren.

Follow a madman rookie, who will die without a place to be buried.

They felt sorry for those Yuan Xiu who were chosen, and they were doomed to fail by following the wrong person.

Similar discussions spread wildly, making many Yuan Xiu who passed the assessment also worried, and many people chose to quit. For these people, Ai Hui will be allowed to go.

In his words, a twisted melon is not sweet.

In the end, only more than 400 people remained.

As a war department, there are too few people in this regard. What can 400 people do? On the battlefield, that is, a drop of water in the sea, what kind of wind and waves can be set off?

The same war department, the number of Chongyun Spear, is 3,000 people, and there are 2,000 reserves.

Facing the worries of Shi Xueman and others, Ai Hui was even more pessimistic: "Half of those who can survive cultivation are good." ”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

400 people are a drop of water, what can 200 people do?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you.

Ai Hui said earnestly: "It seems that I am choking enough, and you have all seen it." We will have to count on you in the future! We must build the Spear of Chongyun, and everyone must not slack off. ”

The words made everyone's hearts heavy, and they felt pressure, and secretly made up their minds in their hearts that they must double their cultivation.

Shi Xueman glanced at Ai Hui.

Although this guy has a serious face and a serious appearance, why do I always feel that this guy has a ghost in my heart.

Emerald City, the sky has not yet dawned.

Mingxiu weaving workshop, brightly lit.

Today's Mingxiu Weaving Workshop is the first signboard of the entire Emerald City Weaving Workshop. Not only is there an embroidery master in charge, but there is also the Lu family as a backer behind him, and there is also a loom called [Needle Shenfeng].

If the loom of a different weaving workshop dared to use this name, it would have been confiscated a long time ago.

The shadow brought by Zhenshen Peak to the Emerald City has not yet dissipated, and it is by no means a pleasant memory.

Mingxiu Weaving Workshop is thriving, except for the backers and background behind Lu Mingxiu, her own performance in the past two years has also been so strong that it shocked the entire Jade Forest.

Lu Mingxiu not only inherited the mantle of her master Han Yuqin, but also created her own embroidery genre, Mingxiuliu.

And her fabrics have a special name, [Tamagawa Hideori].

This is her own name, Yuchuan commemorates her master Han Yuqin and her uncle Wang Shouchuan.

Any piece of [Tamagawa Hideori] is a rare treasure on the market.

The weaving mill was busy, and people were constantly loading the pack caravan.

Lu Mingxiu was patrolling back and forth: "Are all the things loaded?"

A woman dressed as a maid stood up: "Miss, it's all ready." ”

She was Mingxiu's maid peach cake when she was a child, and later Mingxiu followed Han Yuqin to learn embroidery, and the two left. It wasn't until two years ago that Mingxiu returned to Emerald City and picked a peach cake in Lufu to help.

Peach Crisp is quite capable, although she doesn't know how to embroider, but many chores are handled in an orderly manner.

Lu Mingxiu was a little worried: "There is no omission?"

Tao Su hurriedly said, "Miss, I checked it three times." ”

At this moment, a figure flew from the sky and landed in the weaving workshop. The visitor was about forty years old, rude and ugly, and his eyes were always squinting, as if he were examining something. The most striking thing is his legs, which are empty below the knee joint.

Lu Mingxiu saluted: "This time there is Lao Mushi!"

Mu Shi said lightly: "When you're ready, you'll go." ”

Lu Mingxiu took out a wooden box and handed it to Master Mu: "This is entrusted by the Duanmu family, please ask Master Mu to hand it over to Duanmu Dusk." ”

Master Mu grabbed the wooden box: "Okay." Let's go. ”

With that, he fell on the back of a pack-basin beast, closed his eyes, and rested on himself.

The caravan took steps, and the melodious bells broke the silence of the early morning.

Standing on a high place, Lu Mingxiu looked at the distant pack team, a little distracted. The entire pack team was loaded with fabrics and some jade forests that she had prepared for her junior brother Ai Hui to buy supplies.

Mu Shi was a friend of the eldest brother, and if she hadn't begged the eldest brother so much, she wouldn't have been able to find anyone to transport so many things to the distant Songma Valley.

I hope these things can help my junior brother.

Facing the brilliant morning glow in the distance, Lu Mingxiu, who had been busy all night, was full of hope.

The pack team had disappeared into the horizon, and Lu Mingxiu turned around, his eyes inadvertently as if he had caught a glimpse of a figure.

Her body froze, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in her heart.

Looking back, there were only scattered pedestrians on the street.

She smiled dumbly and turned away. (To be continued.) )