"Being able to take eight steps, that kid's talent seems to be pretty good, even if he is not the top, but looking at these children at the moment, it is enough to rank in the top five. "The old blacksmith has seen the festival too many times, and his eyes have already become vicious, and now he makes this evaluation, which is quite authoritative, of course, the audience is only Yunyi alone.

"In the same situation, if it were me, how many steps would I be able to take?" Yun Yi pondered in his heart at the moment.

He remembered that when he first stepped into the nameless cemetery, instead of feeling a trace of coercion, he felt a sense of intimacy in the atmosphere of sadness and mourning. It was with that sense of intimacy that he was able to come all the way to the two bluestone wordless monuments headed by him.

......

"He can actually take eight steps! Which family is this kid from, looking at all the families, with his talent, it is estimated that it is enough to be regarded as a top existence!"

"Hmph, you idiot, if you can be the first to come forward to worship, you will naturally be the descendant of one of those major dominant families!

I remember that at this time last year, Ouyang Shengtian of the Ouyang family took seven and a half steps in a row before retreating, Rao is also known as one of the ten most talented people in the past hundred years of Glory Heaven, but I didn't expect that only a year later, the Ouyang family gave birth to Ouyang Xiaotian and other characters...... Tut-tut, could it be that the Ouyang family is going to prosper?"

Although everyone's private discussion was soft, it still reached the ears of the accompanying elders of the Ouyang family, who unconsciously stood up straighter when they heard the words.

Shui Yun's crescent moon eyebrows couldn't help frowning, her gaze swept lightly over Ouyang Xiaotian's body, and then slowly walked out of the crowd.

According to legend, this person is the leader of the younger generation of the Yi family, and on the day he was born, there was a colorful breeze blowing in the sky, which has the meaning of heaven. ”

"Oh? It's her? No wonder she faintly exudes a sense of pride, with this talent, it's a perfect match for her!"

Yi Shuiyun's expression was calm, Rao was proud of her character, and when she faced the bluestone wordless monument in the nameless cemetery, she couldn't help but restrain a little.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

After taking seven steps in a row, Yi Shuiyun's face did not change much. Seeing this, Uncle Hua and Steward Mo couldn't help but feel a hint of relief on their faces, but the rest of the families who were waiting outside the cemetery couldn't help but gasp. How can such a talent be described only by the word horror?

Yi Shuiyun took the eighth step, and when the eighth step fell, a trace of flushing appeared above her cold and arrogant face, and the natural swing of her flowing cloud dress couldn't help but intensify a little. With her clothes fluttering, she took a few deep breaths, and then her expression froze, and she took the ninth step!

Everyone couldn't help but stare at it, and for a moment the air around the nameless cemetery seemed to condense.

In the blacksmith's bedroom, the old blacksmith's eyes wrinkled slightly......

At this moment, Yi Shuiyun, who had already taken half a step in the ninth step, the color on her pretty face changed from flush to pale in an instant, she was shocked, forcibly resisted the coercion, and then quickly withdrew to the nameless cemetery, and bowed deeply to the nameless cemetery with Uncle Hua and Steward Mo.

Everyone's eyes focused on Yi Shuiyun, an eight-year-old girl, and there was something more in her eyes, even though she only took half a step more than Ouyang Xiaotian, but everyone present knew how big the gap was in terms of talent.

Everyone looked at Yi Shuiyun, as if they were looking at a rising star in the Glory Heaven.

Yun Yi couldn't help but clench his fists, and the gaze that looked at Yi Shuiyun at this time was even more complicated...... Suddenly, a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes, and as far as his gaze was, a girl in a plain dress and a red gauze dress walked out of the crowd.

"It's a plum. ”

Meizi came to the door of the nameless cemetery, looked at the bluestone wordless monument with bright eyes, as if she was infected by the sad atmosphere of the nameless cemetery, and the whole person stood there quietly, not taking a step for a while.

The old blacksmith's clear and vicissitudes of life eyes couldn't help but flash a gleam, and his gaze at Meizi couldn't help but reveal a little appreciation, "It is worthy of being a girl accompanied by a gray boy, which is really different from the ordinary little ghosts who have been named 'genius'." ”

Umeko didn't step straight in, but stood still at the entrance of the nameless cemetery, a seemingly trivial point that revealed her mourning for the members of the Cross Star buried here. Everyone regarded this nameless cemetery as a "touchstone", but she was the only one who regarded it as a sleeping place for their predecessors. Before disturbing the peaceful sleep of the predecessors, I hereby observe a moment of silence and rest time independently!

Finally, her snow-white boots with a plum blossom pattern finally took a step, one step, two steps, three steps...... She walked calmly, just with a reverent heart to worship her predecessors.

Seven steps, eight steps...... Just as she was about to take the ninth step, her delicate body was slightly stunned, and then she looked at the bluestone wordless monument and was silent for a moment, after all, she still did not take the ninth step. Then, she slowly exited the nameless cemetery, looking as calm as if she had entered.

Looking at the figure of Meizi, the accompanying gray and dishmanty hair showed a hint of relief.

......

"Grandpa Moyan, I want to go to Uncle Xiao Chuan to help first......" Seeing that the plum worship was over, Yun Yi didn't care about the next worship of others.

Xiao Chuan runs a small tavern in the small town of Pralit, and he is especially busy during festivals. At this time in previous years, Yunyi was always living his own vacation, but this time he didn't know why he wanted to be a buddy in a restaurant.

"I don't know you kid's tricks?" the old blacksmith rolled his eyelids, and took a thick cigarette from his trouser pocket, ready to light it, "Don't you just want to help the gray boy and that little girl get a good seat? ”

Yun Yi stuck out his tongue and walked out of the old blacksmith's bedroom door.

"Oh, by the way, I laughed at the branches of the 'Flame Tree' and the 'Burning Bamboo' you brought back, as well as the few Warcraft crystal nuclei......" The old blacksmith's hearty voice suddenly sounded, making De Yunyi stumble.

Yun Yi touched his pocket, and the small piece of firewood was indeed gone.

......

The Prellitt Tavern, the only foreign tavern in the town of Pralit, is undoubtedly far larger than the rest of the town's buildings. Of course, this is only relative to the small town of Praillet......

The tavern is divided into three floors, which is not a large space, and the tables, chairs and benches are arranged according to this special pattern. Occasionally, interspersed with bonsai divides the tavern into several exquisite scenic areas. Such a simple but exquisite arrangement is enough to show the extreme care of the owner of the tavern.

As soon as you step into the Prellit Tavern, a faint scent of orchids will sink into Yunyi's heart. On the counter not far away, Xiao Chuan was extremely engaged in placing bottles of wine filled with transparent glassware. I saw him carefully wipe the wine glasses one by one, and then carefully placed them in a corner of the counter.

Yun Yi walked slowly to the counter, not wanting to break the quiet atmosphere that lingered around Uncle Xiao Chuan because of a little noise.

Xiao Chuan's feelings for the tavern, such as the old blacksmith's enthusiasm for the blacksmith's shop, everyone in the town of Prellett is doing their best to do their own thing, although this effort seems so small to outsiders, but for me, it is the influence of childhood and eyes.

Yun Yi knew that these seemingly ordinary glassware were worth a lot of money, which Xiao Chuan had spent a lot of money in the nearest town.

After a while, Xiao Chuan wiped the last glass in his hand to a shiny finish, and then carefully placed it. As soon as I looked up, I saw Yun Yi, who was already waiting in front of the counter. After being stunned for a moment, Xiao Chuan smiled and said, "Why, don't you relax during this time, what are you doing here......?" Aren't you going to be enlightened and want to help me?"

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