Xiao Lu said: "It's a pity that Master can't drink, so I can only toast Uncle Shi with a glass." ”

Qian Hongfei didn't know what dumb riddles the three of them were playing, so he just gobbled it up, and he ate the most in a big pot of hoof fat soup.

Qi Yuntai's eyes suddenly flashed and said, "Boy, there are no outsiders here, what kind of adventure did you get during your illness, can you tell Uncle Shi?"

Xiao Lu pretended to be drunk high, and said with a big tongue: "I met a white-bearded immortal, and he told me that I still have eighty years of life, so I will wait for the mortal world to come to save me." ”

Ou Yezi said with a smile: "Boy, you can blow it as much as you can, why hasn't the old man encountered such a good thing? ”

Xiao Lu's face is not red and his heart is not beating, and after nearly a year of training, he has become old, and his psychological quality has also been qualitatively improved.

He continued: "Grandpa Immortal also said that Ou Ji Blacksmith Shop will rely on you to carry forward in the future, so he gave me a copy of the Book of Heaven!"

He pretended to dig it out in his arms, and took out an ancient silk book, which seemed to be yellowed in color, and the cover font was extremely ancient.

But who is Ou Yezi? He is so knowledgeable that he can still read the title of the book.

At first, he thought that the kid was talking nonsense, but when he opened the book and read it carefully, his face couldn't help but change, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, unconscious.

A plainly dressed old woman walked out of it quickly, she stared at Xiao Lu viciously, and then shouted, "Master, master!"

She pinched Ou Yezi's middle man, and it took a long time for Ou Yezi to wake up, looking up to the sky and sighing: "It turns out that there is such a magical casting method in the world, I thought it was my originality." ”

Feng Po hurriedly said, "Master, don't get excited, I'll get you medicine." ”

Qian Hongfei had a lot of strength in the end, gently picked up the old man and put him in the rattan chair, and straightened his body.

Xiao Lu looked at the old man worriedly, if he knew that this kind of thing would happen, he would not have taken out this forged "Book of Heaven".

Although the book had been placed on the other side of the table, the old man was still staring at it very eagerly.

When Feng Po fed the medicine to the old man, his face began to have blood, and his spirit returned to normal.

Qi Yuntai also glared at his nephew angrily, he was young and didn't know how important he could take out such an important book at once.

didn't kill anyone, it can be regarded as a big life for this kid, otherwise he would have suffered a lawsuit.

Xiao Lu's heart was also full of apprehension, he didn't expect it to be because of himself