On this stall of spicy beef soup, two ordinary people from the Central Plains sat in an inconspicuous and gloomy position, talking while eating spicy beef soup.

"It's been three days, haven't you found it yet? Mr. Yin gave a seven-day deadline before he returned to the capital to see the factory father. Said the man sitting outside.

"In the night in the stolen alleys are either beggars or thieves, in the past three days I have searched the beggars' dens and thieves' dens in Yilan City, but I didn't see the knife, so I saved a few abducted girls by the way. The man sitting in the internal test replied, and then he asked the man sitting outside, "Didn't you find the hundred babies?"

"There is no inside, they are all ordinary people, and General Pei, who is protecting the mansion for this matter, also sued the factory minister on the prime minister's side. The man sitting outside said helplessly.

"The further back you go, the harder it is to find, and I have already arranged for the city gate to keep an eye on the crowd coming and going, so I can only do my best to obey the fate of heaven. The man sitting in the internal test replied lazily.

"That's the reason, but Mr. Yin said, you don't need a knife, but you have to cut the grass to the roots, and as long as you find it, you have to be merciless. The man sitting on the outside replied.

"For the sake of a baby, aren't I afraid that my secret spy identity will be exposed?" said the man sitting in the closed beta.

"You are cautious and trust that nothing will go wrong. The man sitting on the outside said.

"Okay, okay, I understand, I should go to the City Lord's Mansion to report today, by the way, we won't meet again in the future. The man who did the internal test said.

"Well, it won't. The man sitting on the outside turned to one side and changed directions, bowing his head and eating the beef broth from his own bowl.

"Xiao Er~ check out, the boss, your spicy beef soup is fragrant, let me run so far to satisfy my hunger. The man sitting in the internal test got up and greeted Xiao Er with a smile, and when he walked past the man outside, he said in an almost inaudible voice, "Take care." ”

The man who was eating the spicy beef soup with his head down, his back trembled with his back to him, but he didn't look back and said in the same inaudible voice, "Take care." ”

In front of the firewood house, there were already scattered firewood of different sizes next to the wooden pier, which was the product of Song Lanjiang's repeated attempts.

Song Lanjiang once again waved the firewood knife in his hand high, and slashed at the erected wooden stake on the wooden pier, with the power of the wave, Song Lanjiang's wrist gently adjusted the landing point, the knife fell to the end, and the wooden stake was divided into two from the center.

After splitting more than a dozen wooden stakes in a row, Song Lanjiang found the texture on the Gobi ironwood, which was as hard as iron, and then used the blood-colored space to learn the knife holding method, breathing method, and transportation method in the basic knife method, and finally split the Gobi ironwood.

Song Lanjiang wiped the sweat on his head, always expressionless face, and also showed a little smile, although it was not as face-cut as a mirror like Master Xiliang, but it could be neatly split, Song Lanjiang was already very satisfied.

Song Lanjiang adjusted his state, put half of the wooden stake on the wooden pier, adjusted his breathing, concentrated, carried his strength, waved the knife, controlled the knife, and with a "bang", the three-finger-wide firewood was chopped.

After trying many times before, Song Lanjiang found that every step must not be sloppy, otherwise it will either not be able to split, or the position of the split will deviate from the target, if there is no foundation of the basic knife technique of the blood-colored space, and Song Lanjiang, who is not a genius, thinks he should still be groping in failure now.

Song Lanjiang adjusted to chop firewood once, and as the action became more and more proficient, the more firewood was stacked around him, and sometimes mistakes occurred when chopping firewood in the middle, often because Song Lanjiang did not do a good job in a certain step.

The more the sound of "Bang Dang~~Bang Dang~" sounded in front of Song Lanjiang, the helpers who were also chopping firewood around him had already noticed this, knowing that Master Xiliang had a problem for this boy who helped on the first day, they were chopping ordinary firewood in their hands, and of course they also understood how difficult it was for Song Lanjiang to chop the Gobi Iron Wood, but seeing that this kid's small body was very tenacious, he secretly cheered for him.

Song Lanjiang naturally didn't know that he had become the focus of attention in the firewood room, and he was chopping firewood by himself, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.

The sun rose high and hung in the sky, Song Lanjiang sweated, and finally split the last firewood, and piled up a firewood pile of one person high around it, each piece of firewood was three fingers wide and neat, and the cut surface was red and shiny by the sun.

Putting down the firewood knife in his hand, Song Lanjiang carefully moved his right hand, which was already sore and weak, and waved the knife over and over again, using the basic knife technique, which was completely different from the exercise of only consciousness in the blood-colored space.

Song Lanjiang thought about it, the consciousness in the blood-colored space was tireless regardless of the passage of time, which could really allow him to quickly master the martial arts, but the barbaric and rough way could not be controlled by him, and what the blood-colored space asked him to do, he could only do.

In reality, Song Lanjiang is not a genius, and the speed of learning things is slow, but the practice over and over again allows Song Lanjiang to truly experience the mystery of the exercises, so that he can control the exercises better, as if the profundity learned in the blood-colored space is just a castle in the air, and the realistic exercise gives him a down-to-earth sense of security.

Inadvertently, Song Lanjiang realized what his problem was, the savage indoctrination consciousness of the blood-colored space.

Song Lanjiang's real body did not keep up, and in reality, he could not smoothly realize the things that had reached instinct in his consciousness, so that he entered a state of selfless epiphany when he was fighting black tooth fish and performing martial arts, and the epiphany of ordinary martial artists is unavoidable.

It is not surprising that epiphanies can occur frequently, but simply put, the consciousness of the Song Bar River does not match the body, just like the opening of a dam full of water, and the body that lacks practice is absorbing the consciousness and accumulating full of feelings.

Sitting on the wooden pier, Song Lanjiang was silently meditating while soothing the fatigue of his body, and words sounded beside him at this time.

"Nice boy. ”

"Okay, it was on time on the first day. ”

"We'll work together in the future, and we'll get to know each other. ”

The helpers in the three firewood houses on the side finished their work early, and they were always watching to see if Song Lanjiang could complete Master Xiliang's arrangement, and when Song Lanjiang split the last piece of firewood, they called Song Lanjiang together.

Song Lanjiang was not very good at facing such a scene, and he was a little at a loss, so he had to learn how he had seen others before, and clasped his hands into fists to express his gratitude.

The three of them saw that Song Lanjiang should be a little shy, but they just stepped forward and exchanged names, saying that they would take care of each other in the future, so they walked to the room.

Looking at the pile of wood on the ground, he bent down to pick up a stack, went straight into the firewood room, and put the firewood neatly in a pile, Song Lanjiang turned around and looked at the firewood pile outside the house that was more than one person high, and he didn't know if he could catch lunch.