Huo's, Youfang woke up from a dream.

He stood upright, gasping for air.

The dream just now was really terrible.

He dreamed that he had become a fish, a big fish that was being hammered into a sludge, and a group of little black men surrounded him, waving their fists incessantly......

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

He subconsciously touched his face.

In the dream, this place was hammered the most.

After touching it randomly, I only felt a little sour around my eye sockets, but it should be because I had just woken up.

After a while, you found yourself in a strange place again.

He didn't know where it was, and there was no place in the information sent back by the iron box, the only thing he could know was that it was a grave mountain—a tomb of a craftsman's pen.

He looked around and found that there were piles of fragments of craftsmen's brushes all around, and he didn't know how many of them numbered, nor did he know how large the scope was, but he could only know that his position seemed to be in the center of the tomb mountain, and there were many forks in the road in front of him distributed between the "mountains" and "mountains" where the fragments were piled up.

Youfang wanted to know what this place looked like, so he climbed on top of a pile of debris, only to find that a faint layer of mist was in the air not far away, enveloping the entire tomb mountain, making it even more mysterious.

Although I couldn't see farther, I could tell that the forks in the road had been winding into the distance.

With this not too much information, Youfang roughly sketched it out in his mind, and he only felt that this place was like a huge labyrinth.

He knew that it was Hei Kun who had brought him here, and there would definitely be no problem with safety. But why did he call out to him several times and not respond to himself. Is this a trial, and if so, why did you knock yourself out and bring it here......

Questions kept coming, and he decided to think as he went.

There are many forks in the road, and I don't know which way to choose. Youfang decided to leave this problem to God, so he picked up a piece of pen at random, erected it, let it fall naturally, and then decisively entered the fork in the road in the direction it pointed.

......

The winding path leads somewhere. The "creaking" sound of the small fragments under the feet. I just felt that there were people behind me all the time, and when I turned back sharply, there was nothing, and my pace couldn't help but get faster and faster.

This feels like it doesn't feel for nothing. Youfang knew what had changed in his body, but he hadn't figured it out yet, and the only thing he knew for sure was that his senses were much sharper than before, but to what extent, he didn't know it himself.

At the beginning, some people thought that it was Hei Kun who was followed by him, but thinking of Hei Kun's strength, if he wanted not to be discovered by himself, he could be silent, and there was no need to be sneaky.

But it was a really bad feeling to be followed, and he tried to figure out what was behind him, but no matter how hard he tried, the thing would always find out about his intentions sooner.

After trying many methods, Youfang could only give up unwillingly.

I walked aimlessly for a long time, and the deeper I went, the thicker the fog became. Later, it was difficult to discern the direction, so I could only follow the fork in the road. If this is in the frozen forest, Youfang will definitely choose a place to hide first, because safety is more important than anything.

There is a powerful black kun here, and there is no need to worry about safety.

Perhaps, Hei Kun is secretly observing himself somewhere.

Thinking of this possibility, Youfang couldn't help but feel a little angry, only to feel that this sect master was really a little aggrieved, not to mention that he didn't get any benefits, first he took responsibility for himself, and then he was inexplicably beaten "badly", and then he came to such a broken place.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged, and the young man's heart suddenly surged up. I saw him stop, sit on the ground, pick up the debris on the ground and throw them everywhere......

The young man's heart is like a gentle drizzle of spring, falling without warning, and stopping silently, only the moistened world proves that it has come.

Youfang doesn't have the ability to moisten everything, but he can tremble... Shake off your spirits, and be able to vent your emotions endlessly to the remnants in front of you. After a while, he dug a small hole in the ground in front of him.

Just as Youfang continued to pick up the fragments and throw them everywhere at random, he was attracted by the few fragments that still retained their general appearance. After careful inspection, he found that the pen seemed to be deliberately damaged, so he found a few pieces of broken pen, and after some inspection, he found that these pen pens were broken from the waist, and their nibs were completely destroyed, absolutely man-made.

Compared with this discovery, Youfang was more surprised by the material of these broken brushes. There are so many fragments that few people know each other, and those that can be identified are actually only used as decorations for the end of the pen.

After learning more, the strength of Youfang when he threw up the residual pen couldn't help but increase a little, and he only felt that if these were intact, this was a crystal mountain made of crystals, and it was not easy to solve the 30 million and so on.

Suddenly, Youfang stopped, and a guess flashed through his mind: if there were still some intact craftsmanship left here......

As soon as the thought flashed, Youfang quickly took action.

......

Youfang has always had a habit of wiping every piece of crystal he earns repeatedly. He didn't know why he liked this, but he felt an indescribable sense of security in holding Pinjing in his hand. After wiping it down, part of it is kept for daily necessities, and the rest is hidden in the secret compartment under the upper seat of the master in the study.

Although the master thought that only he knew about that place, in fact, Youfang had already discovered this secret. Originally, there was only the fierce knife that the master cherished, but when you first earned Pinjing, you exchanged it for a drunken immortal that he could buy. Although Youfang didn't think that wine was good, he thought that the master should drink something good.

As for Pinjing, Youfang felt that the master would definitely come back one day, and if he was no longer in Lanzhen that day, the master should be relieved to see these Pinjing. And every time you open that floor tile, you will always be careful to raise it for a long time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is unfounded.

Now, when he examines the fragments, he is more careful than when he hid the crystals, for fear that he would be negligent and miss out on the intact craftsmanship.

I saw Youfang taking very small steps, moving little by little, his eyes wandering repeatedly around the square inch of his body, not letting go of any corner.

His heart was filled with longing compared to his cautious movements, and his heart always beat sharply at the sight of the half-exposed brushwork. Thinking of the responsibility he would have to bear in half a year, he was desperate for a miracle to happen. It's just that as time goes by, he only feels that he is getting more and more tired, and the hunger can't stop coming up.

In fact, compared with the exertion of physical strength, the exhaustion caused by mental stress is more difficult. The excitement of longing was followed by complete disappointment, over and over again, destroying Youfang's patience to find the perfect craftsman.

Finally, Somefang couldn't resist the annoying belly roar and sat on the ground again. This time, he finally realized the benefits of the sect master.

Before becoming a sect master, the iron box needed to be carried with him, and after becoming a sect master, the iron box became a part of the body. In addition to a lot of information about the Mo clan, the iron box also retains its original function. Before I came here, there were lots and lots of chicken thighs in the tin box.

As soon as Fang Fang's mind moved, a chicken leg with a charming color immediately appeared in his hand.

Lao Wang's chicken thighs have never disappointed Youfang, and they have been completely addicted to them since the first time they tasted it. In this fork in the road where he doesn't know where to go, he feels especially delicious when he is hungry.

While devouring the chicken legs, Youfang couldn't help but think of Heikun, thinking that as Papet, he couldn't enjoy the best things in the world like himself, and his mood changed for no reason.

The three chicken thighs went down to the stomach, and he had a full burp with satisfaction, but the amount of three was too much for him, and he only felt that his stomach was swollen and uncomfortable, and he immediately regretted that he should not die, and reminded himself in his heart: next time he can't finish eating, just put it in the iron box.

Put it in a tin box?

Suddenly, Youfang's eyes became extremely eager to look at the pile of debris. He suddenly realized that no matter how much this pile of fragments was worth, it was always the remnants of a high-level craftsman's pen, so many of them......

Get rich!

Youfang saw countless Pinjing beckoning to him, and he wanted to put them all in the iron box!

There is a way to start sweeping.

The previous experience of studying the fragments made him feel like a fish in water, and the value of the complete ones can be seen from the tail ornaments of those half-cut craftsmen's pens, as for the fragments, he was not sure, he only concentrated on picking up those complete and high fragments, because he knew that the better the condition, the higher the value, if he could find a pair of fragments that could be pieced together, maybe ......

This idea was deeply imprinted in Youfang's mind, and every time he picked it up, he was extremely careful, until not far away, when he picked up a broken pen with the upper half, his heartbeat began to accelerate inexplicably. He knew that where he had eaten the chicken leg before, there was its lower half.

Youfang quickly ran back, although the thick mist had not faded, he would never remember the smell of chicken legs.

Thinking that he was going to make a fortune soon, his steps couldn't help but be brisk, and after a while, the fragrance of chicken thighs in the air became stronger and stronger, and he knew that not far ahead was the place where he had stopped a little just now.

To find the broken pen, you must first find the chicken bone.

Youfang slowed down and searched carefully.

His incomparably sharp senses were not affected in the slightest by the thick mist. He felt that as long as he got close to the chicken bone a few meters away, he would be able to find its location immediately.

He was like a hound, sniffing vigorously.

After a while, a smile appeared on his face.

He couldn't contain his excitement and ran over quickly.

Sure enough, the remnant of the pen was there!

Can... What about chicken bones?

Youfang found that the chicken bones that should have been there disappeared, leaving only a puddle of inexplicable slime.

Suddenly, a strange feeling flashed in Youfang's heart.

The thing was approaching itself......