When the young boy who came out saw Zhang Deyan and the two, he immediately smiled and said: "Brother Deyan, you only came after school, be careful of the old master to admonish you." ”

"Hey, a grass stands on your shoulder, Brother Deyan! ”

"Here! Here! The old cow has a fat ...... on his back. Ants!"

For a while, more than a dozen pairs of chubby little hands reached out to Zhao Yan and Bai Bao, Bai Bao was okay, he seemed to like warm little hands to caress his belly, and Zhao Yan had goosebumps and hid around on Zhang Deyan's shoulders.

"Nonsense!", the old master scolded: "Have you forgotten the etiquette that taught you on weekdays?"

When the children heard the old master's voice, they suddenly looked like mice seeing cats, sticking out their tongues one by one and standing honestly, waiting to be trained.

The old master looked at the grass demon and the ants, and waved his hand: "Forget it this time, let's go home." ”

Finally gone.

Zhao Yan watched the little devils leave, and looked at the old master, who was tall and strong, with an elegant and gentle face, dressed in blue and black linen, with a gray beard and hair, and an iron hairpin inserted at random on his head.

In general, he doesn't look like a high-level intellectual, but like an old farmer, but when his eyes meet that elegant and gentle face and deep eyes, he will have a feeling of affinity.

It seems that he and he have known each other for many years, as if he had taught him in the school.

It's an incredible character.

Rao is Zhao Yan is shallow, and he also feels that the old master is extraordinary, so he respectfully rolled up the blade and arched at the moment: "The old master is good, under Zhao Yan." ”

"It's been a long time since I've had an outlier like you, much like an old friend of mine", the old master nodded, and a pair of cloudy old eyes looked at Zhao Yan: "You came down from the mountain?"

Zhao Yan met the old master's gaze, and suddenly felt that the cloudy old eyes seemed to see through himself, and a trace of purple-gold light flashed inside.

What's that? Different colors of aura?

Zhao Yan replied while thinking: "Nanlu was messed up by human immortal cultivators, look at me, I was forced to go down the mountain to hide. ”

The old master nodded, withdrew the gaze placed on Zhao Yan, and pointed to the back: "Little Daoyou, please come into the house and sit." ”

Walking into the room, there is a layer of straw mats on the ground, and there are several bookcases in it, as well as a lot of things, which causes the light to be not very sufficient, and there is a map hanging on the wall to the right of the main entrance, roughly depicting the situation in Cangzhou.

The old master walked to the map and sat down, Zhao Yan followed and sat down on the straw mat below, and the two brothers Zhang Deyan brought tea and melons and fruits from outside the door and put them away.

"I heard that Yanzong recently convened the Ten Sects Alliance in Qingyang Town, and it seems that a terrible ruin has been found in the southern foothills.

Bai Bao drank tea for the first time, and was swinging his tentacles to explore the tea bowl, as if he had found a treasure.

The roots under Zhao Yan's body moved, stretched into the tea bowl and melons and fruits to absorb, shook the leaves comfortably, heard the old master speak, and replied: "I don't know much about this, but I have heard the people of Yanzong talk about the words Fulong Land before. ”

"The land of Fulong ......", the old master muttered to himself, looking up at the gate: "...... Is there going to be turmoil again? ”

Zhao Yan was a little puzzled, why when he said the land of the rising and falling dragons, the old master would think of turmoil, but he didn't say anything, so he didn't make a sound. He always felt that the old master had an unusual background, and he had an unusual momentum.

The old master was immersed in his own thinking world, and the two Zhang brothers on the other side looked at Zhao Yan with a smile and muttered.

"It's really amazing, one root whisker drinks tea, one root whisker eats melon, and you can communicate with the old master at the same time, if only I could have such hands and feet. ”

"Boring, then you don't become a shemale?"

Zhao Yan couldn't help but sneer when he heard the two talking. When I turned around, I saw a set of oversized hourglasses on one side, and salsa was moving from inside.

The old master noticed that he was a little bored, so he said, "People are old, not as lively as you, so you can do whatever you want." ”

Zhao Yan felt that the old master was extraordinary, but he did not reject demons, and he would reveal the emotion of treating all living beings equally in his speech, which was different from Ping when he spoke with a sense of arrogance.

Therefore, the little restraint in Zhao Yan's heart no longer existed, and he picked up his roots and walked towards the side of the hourglass.

The whole hourglass shape is a tiger, its automatic ability is very strong, no need to manually fill it repeatedly, the sand falls from the tiger's mouth into the bucket below, and when the bucket is filled with a scale, it will automatically overturn, and the sand will be passed into the tiger's tail, thus forming a back and forth, when running again, the number in the tiger's eye will change.

Fifteen, twentieth, one o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhao Yan glanced back at the door, calculated through the aura, and shook his head: "Old master, the time of this hourglass is wrong. ”

"It's been wrong for an hour, isn't it", the old master was not surprised, he was also an immortal cultivator, and he was as proficient in calculating time as a small spell, and said lightly: "After all, it is a man-made thing, after a long time, there will naturally be mistakes, and there is no one in Shengyang Village who can repair it, so I will be wrong." ”

That's right, for immortal cultivators, time is not so important, and it can be calculated, and the tools for keeping time are dispensable.

Zhao Yan suddenly thought of something and said, "I may be able to build a relatively simple clock." ”

Zhang Deyan became interested: "Mr. Zhao Yan, do you still make precision timing objects?"

Zhao Yan shook his head: "It's not a precision timing object, but I think it will definitely be useful to non-immortal cultivators after I make it, and it can be regarded as my reward for learning a lot of knowledge in Shengyang Village." ”

The old master followed with interest: "Little Taoist friends are also proficient in strange skills and tricks, but also, the years of cultivating immortals are endless, you have to find something to pass the time, and the old man used to like to catch birds in the mountains without aura." ”

Saying that, the old master laughed: "I overplayed again, caught a descendant of the Blue Bird King, and was forced to jump into the river to escape, and I have rarely gone out to play since then." ”

Zhao Yan smiled, but it was not good to pick up the old master's stubble, so he had to look down at Bai Bao, who was swinging around with tentacles, and lightly nodded her little head.

"Little Daoyou, what materials do you need to make objects?", the old master seems to think that it is not bad to make a timekeeping object with a more accurate time, as Zhao Yan said, it can bring help to ordinary people.

Zhao Yan waved the blade: "The timing object I made is not precise, I only need a suitable head and a suitable venue." ”

"What kind of venue?", the old master asked.

Zhao Yan said: "The venue that can allow direct sunlight cannot be hindered by shadows. ”

"Is it a timekeeping object that uses light?", the old master smiled, "It's the first time someone has proposed it, it's interesting." ”

Isn't there such a thing as a sundial in this world?

That's right, it's not very useful at all, the small people do it at sunrise and rest at sunset, and the big people are all immortal cultivators, not to mention that the time can be calculated, they may be in retreat for hundreds of years at once, and they don't need to be accurate to the hour at all.

Zhao Yan thought about this, and couldn't help laughing, maybe after he got the sundial out, he would be able to leave a name in history.