Seeing that an hour was about to pass, the child sniffed the flying rabbit meat in front of him, which was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and said to himself: "The meat is roasted, why hasn't Uncle Lian come back?

By this time, the sun had completely set, and the night had begun to spread and cover the mountains and wilderness. Looking into the distance, you can see the lights flickering and moving in the mountains from time to time. According to the old man, it was a beast that came out at night to forage for food, and it was so ferocious that its eyeball alone was the size of a child's whole body.

The child touched the little black dog beside him, but he was not very afraid. Because except for the old man who said that he was more Lakers, since he can remember, except for the occasional few small birds flying over the courtyard of the grass hut, no wild beast has ever appeared nearby, let alone attacked and injured people in the near future.

"Hahaha, it's so fragrant!" Suddenly a loud laugh interrupted the child's thoughts, and before the words fell, the old man was already sitting next to the child, and the child didn't see how the old man appeared, but one person and one dog were not surprised by this, as if it was commonplace.

"How about it, the supreme Dafa in the world is good, come on, come on, eat and eat!" the old man said that he had torn the rabbit leg and ate it all the time, and he didn't forget to pick up the wine gourd and drink a sip of wine.

The child couldn't help but smile knowingly as he watched the old man eat happily. took out another cut unroasted rabbit and gave it to the little black dog, who immediately stopped his saliva and lowered his head and devoured it on the side.

Two people and a dog, eating barbecue in silence, as before, even though barbecue is considered a delicacy in the world, but no one speaks, and some food is silent.

"Smack!" the boy had just thrown the remaining bones in his hand to the little black dog, when the old man suddenly threw a worn-out book on the stone table.

"Morrowind!" the child was still wondering what kind of old man this was, but the old man changed his previous scoundrel appearance and shouted solemnly.

Morrowind was the child's name.

The child only remembered that the old man had said that his name was Morrowind, but almost no one ever called it, because he had grown so old that he had never seen a second person except the old man!

And according to the old man, he and the child are also not related, saying that his real name is Lian Chengyu, and let the child call him Uncle Lian.

Chenfeng looked at Uncle Lian ignorantly, his eyes looking between Old Man Lian and the book. I don't know which play even the old man is playing.

"Look at it, you basically know the words. Even the old man ignored the morning wind's thoughts, said a word to himself, and then picked up the wine gourd and began to drink, looking at the night sky outside the thatched house alone, without saying a word.

Chenfeng suspiciously picked up the worn-out book on the stone table, only to see only two words on the cover, dragon flying and phoenix dancing. Only after careful identification did I find that it was two words "ups and downs", and other than that, there were no pictures to embellish, let alone a few words.

Flipping through the first page, there are a few lines of words on the book, the battle is neat, and the iron hook is painted in silver.

"Who knows if you are turned into dry bones, and there are several storms and winds behind you. The road is long, and the road is long. ”

"Losing his wife and abandoning his children is in vain, and he has lived for eternity. sighed, and said that it was far away. ”

Chenfeng looked at these words, very puzzled, but just from the shape of the words and the first feeling he had read it, Chenfeng felt inexplicably sad, it was really strange!

The check-in is just a little bit vertical. Obviously, the author wanted to sign it, but for some reason, he just wrote it and stopped, and the hesitation and contradiction jumped on the paper, which made people can't help but think about it.

Morrowind curiously continued to look through the contents, but this look startled Moralwind. This one-foot-thick old book, including Vientiane, records the changes of the Yunyan Continent, from the major historical events of the continent to the changes and changes of major forces, from medicinal herbs to wild ancient beasts, from natural materials and earthly treasures to the scenery and dangerous places in various places, all of which are clearly described.

Even Chengyu didn't bother him when he looked at the morning breeze that was engrossed, but just watched quietly.

Two hours passed in a hurry, and Chenfeng only finished the book in a fancy way, and the title of the last page was Refining Medicine, but the content was only three words: "Lian Chengyu!".

Chenfeng involuntarily raised his head to look at the old man Lian, and happened to meet the old man's smiling eyes.

The old man took a sip of wine, shook his head, and said proudly: "That's right, Bilian Chengyu is exactly this Lianchengyu, like a fake!"

Morrowind asked without thinking, "You are an alchemist?"

"Poof••••••" Lian Chengyu was complacent, still unsatisfied, thinking that Morrowind would worship to confirm whether he was the person written in the book. Who would have thought that Morrowind would be suspicious. Suddenly a mouthful of wine squirted out.

"Ahem••••••" Lian Chengyu coughed for a while, and said, "Sort of!" As he spoke, the master's momentum had disappeared, and he had returned to his previous lazy appearance.

"Oh. The morning breeze answered, and said no more. read this book from the beginning again, which made Lian Chengyu's already injured heart worse.

"Uncle Lian, is the alchemist powerful?" After a long time, Chenfeng came back to his senses from the book and asked in a low voice.

Lian Chengyu put away the smile on his face, and asked seriously: "Amazing? A drop of water can penetrate a stone, and ants can still corrode towering trees, what is powerful?"

"Uh••••••" Chenfeng was speechless for a while, I don't know if it was because of Lian Chengyu's words or because of a serious Lian Chengyu.

"Feng'er, I know what you've been thinking all along. Lian Chengyu didn't think about Chenfeng's embarrassment in the slightest, and he didn't expect to hear an explanation about power from the mouth of the five-year-old Chenfeng.

"In today's world, martial arts are respected and strong are respected. Lian Chengyu continued: "As the saying goes, three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion. Any line of work, to do the ultimate, to reach your own limit, to think what others don't want, to be what others can't, is amazing!"

Chenfeng nodded as if he didn't understand, this is like the words of a respected old man who should educate his juniors. And the next sentence of Lian Chengyu made Chenfeng completely unable to touch the north.

"I know you better than you do, Feng'er. Lian Chengyu looked at the morning breeze and said seriously.

Morrowind's little head is a little unturned, what do you mean that you know me better than me? Do you mean the origin of your life experience? But even the old man's expression when he speaks, it seems that it is not so simple, what is going on?

Lian Chengyu paused, seemed to be thinking about something, then nodded and said, "Feng'er, you have excellent qualifications, and your talent is the only one in the old man's life. I have only one request for you. ”

"What... What the... Request?" Morrowind asked nervously, for at this time even the old man had regained his lewd smile, and he instinctively thought that the other man was going to play tricks on him again, so much so that he ignored the most important compliment of the other party.

"Remember Uncle Lian's words. Lian Chengyu patted Chenfeng on the shoulder and continued to say seriously: "An alchemist who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good martial artist. ”

"Huh?" Chenfeng thought it was some kind of golden jade words, but he didn't expect Lian Chengyu to say this sentence without a head, this time Chenfeng is completely messy, where is this.

"Haha••••••" Chenfeng wanted to ask what this sentence meant, but Lian Chengyu had already laughed and walked into the north room to sleep. Only Morrowind and the little black dog were left messy and staring at each other in the dark night.

Night covered the land, and the distant wind rustled the leaves, and from time to time a few low beast roars were heard. Morrowind turned a deaf ear to all of this. By the faint light of the oil lamp, the morning breeze crawled in front of the table in his bedroom and looked at the book called "Ups and Downs" seriously, and the little black dog had fallen asleep in the bed after eating and drinking.

Whether it was the refining of medicine, the desolate beasts, or the historical changes of the Yunyan Continent, all fascinated Morning Wind, and he felt that this book had truly opened a door for him, and his world was finally no longer just the size of a thatched house courtyard.

The book records in detail the growth environment and function of various herbs in the world, the characteristics and temperament of various wild beasts, and it is rare to record many hidden things, and even all the famous dangerous places and secret places on the continent have been involved.

The most talked about in "Ups and Downs" is actually the analysis of the human body, the linkage of meridians, acupuncture points, and organs, with several dense hand-drawn paintings, which looks quite profound and obscure.

In addition, although the alchemy chapter in the book only has the surprising three words "Liancheng Jade", it has also spent a lot of space talking about the strange herbs in the world before that.

In addition to introducing the characteristics and functions of various herbs, the book focuses on the fusion of herbs, different herbs, different ages, different temperatures, in different times, how will they be.

It is worth mentioning that there are no exercise cheats in the book, which makes the morning breeze full of illusions in his heart more or less lost. In matters of practice, there is only one ambiguous sentence in the book.

"The foundation of our generation's cultivation is to continue to explore our own mysteries and explore our own potential. ”

This passage written in front of the analysis of the meridians of the human body makes the morning breeze who has no foundation in cultivation full of confusion? As we all know, the human body is the weakest, and the person who cultivates is powerful, which one does not have the ability to destroy the heavens and the earth with the help of external forces such as heaven and earth vitality, high-level magic weapons, and other external objects?

With a thick doubt, Chenfeng continued to read, although the language in the book was easy to understand, but he had no choice but to be shallow, and he didn't understand it very well, so he had to write it down silently, planning to ask Lian Chengyu for clarification tomorrow when he had time.

In this way, although there are some words in the book that Morrowind does not recognize, this does not affect the reading. Morrowind scanned the book so hungrily that he forgot the passage of time.

"Boom ••••••"

Just when the morning breeze was immersed in the book and couldn't extricate itself, suddenly there was a loud noise from a distance, which shook the table from side to side. Wild beasts in the mountains often make a lot of noise at night, and the morning breeze is accustomed to this, but there is no panic in it.

The morning breeze that came back to his senses with this loud noise, looked at the dark night outside, rubbed his sour eyes, and then reluctantly turned off the lights and went to bed with a book.

"Click••••••" As soon as the morning breeze got into the bed, suddenly a lightning bolt fell from the sky, piercing the night sky and illuminating the darkness. After all, he was still a child, and although he was used to hearing the roar of beasts in the mountains, Morrowind was so frightened by the lightning that he shrank his head, and even the little black dog stood up suddenly, pricking up his ears.

"It's okay, the red cloud eagle is in a travail. Lian Chengyu didn't know when he arrived in the house, and comforted the frightened man and dog.

Morrowind nodded, reached over the little black dog, and lay down. Strange to say, after Lian Chengyu came, the sound outside was suddenly inaudible, and he could only see lightning illuminating the night from time to time.

"Uncle Lian, I don't understand what it means that a cook who doesn't want to be an alchemist is not a good martial artist. ”

Lian Chengyu wanted to explain the matter of the desolate beast crossing outside, but he didn't think that Chenfeng didn't seem interested at all, but asked this question directly.

For what Lian Chengyu said today, Chenfeng couldn't understand it at a deep level, he could only understand the superficial meaning, it meant that alchemists were all born good cooks, but what did chefs have to do with martial artists? This is what made Chenfeng puzzled.