The old man squinted at Chen Feng holding the sword Scrooge's expression, and smiled: "What kind of good treasure is this?" But I don't know how many years ago I got a secular weapon, barely a sharp weapon, sharpening iron like clay, but it's also unknown, and I'll give it to you. It's a pity that in this world, you can't see the real divine flying sword, it is all the natal flying sword cultivated by the blood of the sword immortals, which can go to heaven and earth in an instant..."

Chen Feng looked at the old man's look of yearning and fascination, he didn't know the picture of YY in the old man's mind, and he didn't know what to say: "Yes, I can't see it, I can see you, master, you are a living land immortal, and I don't lose it, haha!" I'll do it! ”

"Sword, sword, look at your posture, the wind is out of the sheath, the master says that you are nameless, and I will call you in the future... Little egg?! ”

Sword: "??? ”

"Hahahaha, just kidding, just kidding, in the future, you will be called Feng Mingjian, and you will use the divine weapon for me Chen Feng! But your nickname is Little Egg! That's it! ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the 'little egg' who was still trembling and didn't know if it was protesting, and went out of the door to dig the pot with a stone.

Although the ingredients are quite small, just a few fish, some wild vegetables, and a freshly plucked green onion, the old man also threw some Ganoderma lucidum-shaped mushrooms that I don't know what they were, and the seasoning was also monotonous, but a hot pot was eaten Chen Feng and the old man's eyebrows flew and the corners of his mouth flew.

"Okay, eat and drink enough, boy, your blood is boiling now, and your whole body has nowhere to radiate! Haha, our Nanga stone house is still too simple, this furniture and appliances are not very good, you see our foot of the mountain is full of stones, let's start work, first repair the house flat ground, and then this pots and pans, shelves, cabinets, etc. After I do the inspection, I don't qualify, you know. The old man squinted and began to arrange. Don't use tools! ”

"No tools? Human beings have finally gone through thousands of years of suffering to evolve to be able to use tools, old man, you are anti-ancestor!! Chen Feng listened to this thunderbolt on a sunny day and glared in his heart: "Hey, it's hasty!" What hot pot to eat, what pot to dig up! What bikes to want! ”

In this way, Chen Feng opens his eyes every day to catch fish in the river and game in the forest, all of which are pure hands, and the difficulty of living is not as simple as digging a pot. After solving the problem, he began to carve the stone carving road with pure hands, and since then, there is a legend among the stones all over the mountains of Nanjia: there is a great demon king Chen Feng who stares at our stone brothers every day and tortures them! I especially like to pick good-looking ones! Once he is caught, it will be crushed at every turn, and if the situation is better, it will be turned into a strange ugly cauldron or a big pot and bowl for a while! Stone brothers are bitter in their hearts!

Half a month has passed, and on this day, Chen Feng's whole body is infused with the inner diameter of his hand and rubbing a pot-like stone, thinking about how to start making thin spots. At present, the finished pot is too thick, although the shape is become, the old man asked for excellence, the purpose is to let Chen Feng's internal strength control into detail, but he is not yet a fifteen-ten guidance, let Chen Feng realize himself, although Chen Feng has a leading thousands of years of modern thinking, but on the contrary, the more leading the more solidified, modern stone carvings are machine polishing, in this world where martial arts prevail in the end of the law era, manual without tools, to put it bluntly, it is to practice internal force and even control and force, no matter how exquisite the head is, it is useless to think more, you have to rely on more practice, This unfinished product was scrapped one after another, and Chen Feng had to move stones again.

was pondering and picking up the stones, and at a glance at the mountain, he saw Luo Wencheng and the stupid big Zhang Tianyi walking in front, leading two horses, and immediately carrying a simple cart, which was covered with grease cloth and full of goods.