Chapter 90 The precious wealth of weapon cultivators

Author: Yewei Ranran

Chapter 90 The precious wealth of weapon cultivators

"The most precious... memories..."

Fang Ling was stunned, then suddenly changed his words, "How can I trust you?"

The jet-black figure was dissatisfied, "Hey, hey, you said you have nothing! Why do you care about this kind of thing again! I really won't default on my debt!"

Fang Ling reluctantly curled up his lips and squatted in a small corner of the tempering cliff with a guy who didn't know whether he was a human, a ghost, a demon or a beast on this sultry night.

"I just discovered that I don't have nothing."

The memories he cherished were like garbage in the eyes of others, but at this time, he was asked to share them.

The jet-black figure seemed to be impatient, "Just tell me quickly. As long as they are the most precious, why aren't memories considered a treasure? Just take it as a bet, what if I really know it? Are you willing to miss me?"

Fang Ling was silent for a while, and then said, "You are right."

He pondered for a while, and when he was about to speak, he was told to wait a minute.

Then the jet-black figure took out a broken stone wall. The material of the stone wall was mysterious and nothing could be seen. It allowed him to put the memories in his mind mixed with memories.

"It's so boring to talk with your mouth and listen with your ears. I have to really watch."

Fang Ling was silent for a while, satisfied with it.

He was not very skilled at first, and was guided by the black figure, "Do you understand by just looking at the flowers? It's easy for a monk to sort out his memory. For the most precious memory, you must clear out a corner to place it. You leave it exactly as it is."

Just put it inside, I want to see what precious memories you can have."

Qi Xiu is a dull person, and in the eyes of others, his most precious memories are just words written all over the street.

A black figure walks in the tempering cliff.

The tempering cliff here is a little blurry, as if it is separated by a layer, and it seems that it is not important at all in the memory of the person involved.

After walking for a long time, it finally saw a clear scene.

There was a child in a corner, staring at the small animals passing by on the ground.

The black figure stopped in front of the child, but he didn't notice it.

"What are you doing?"

Someone asked curiously.

The child raised his head.

He is a little dark, but very stocky, looks very healthy, and is a little afraid of strangers.

"What are you doing?" the man asked again.

The jet-black figure turned around and saw a young man.

The young man was bent over, with his hands on his knees. He had big eyes and a sickly look on his face.

"I..." the child stood up cautiously, "I'm playing with the Earth Dragon Beast."

The young man nodded, "You can play with dragons on sunny days and dragonflies on rainy days. Don't you even practice?"

The child was stunned, "I... my slave also wants to practice?"

The young man said, "I remember you. Your father is an employee of my family. You also remember me, so please take me to your house to have a look."

The child said dumbly, and led the young man down the mountain. Finally, he stopped in a stone house. When he opened the door, he found that the inside was very simple, and he could see two large and small marks on the bed.

There were a lot of scrap metal in the house. The young man dug out a bamboo dragonfly and asked, "Did your father make it for you?"

The child nodded and pursed his lips shyly, "Do you want to play? It's very fun!"

The young man shook his head, threw it to the ground, and then threw himself on the bed,

The child picked up the dragonfly with great care, his little face turned red with anger, he ran to the bed angrily, and was stunned again.

The young man stared blankly at the roof, sweating a little, feeling like he was relaxing.

The child quickly reacted and hit him with a head, "Why did you throw my dragonfly!"

"Don't make trouble." The young man pulled him and the child fell into his arms, "Sleep with me for a while."

The child is young and no matter how angry he is, he still falls asleep after being unable to break free.

When I woke up, the boy was no longer there.

Luxurious mansion, children crying.

People around him felt pity for him, "The master has given you a lot of spiritual stones. You will live in your house from now on, and you can have three meals here until you reach adulthood."

"I don't want it! I want my father!"

"Why are you so disobedient? Your father didn't have the life to serve me, so who is to blame for dying in the mouth of a monster!"

"Go, go, go! Bring the food back!"

The child was desperate and vaguely saw a familiar person looking at him from the window.

He ran over crying, "Master! Can you take me to find my father?"

The young man lowered his eyes, with a sickly look on his face and a cold expression, "Your father is dead."

The child was stunned and started to scratch him, "You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense!"

The young man stopped his slave's movements.

The child was too short to reach the window, his skin was dark, and he cried loudly.

The young man looked down at him while holding the window, and said in a calm tone, "Why are you crying? I won't be sleeping with you in the future."

The boy's father died, and the stone house became more and more chaotic. He huddled in the imprint of his father's sleep, and fell asleep only after he was tired from crying.

When he woke up, the young man was playing with his bamboo dragonfly on the bedside.

"Is it that the earth dragon is not fun? Or is it that the bamboo dragonfly is not fun? What is there to be sad about?"

When the sad thing was mentioned, the boy came out of his daze and sobbed, "I hate you!"

"Okay, don't cry." The young man took out a clay pot.

"Watch it."

He touched the clay pot, and a small clay figurine rolled out. He tapped the clay pot again, and a big clay figurine rolled out. The two clay figurines cuddled together, and the young man handed the clay pot to him.

"For you to play with."

The child cried.

The young man curled his lips and said, "It's so easy to coax." Then he lay down and stared blankly at the roof, "You can play by yourself."

The child was sobbing as he pondered the clay pot. There were so many clay figures in the clay pot that they could no longer stand.

"This looks like my father."

He wanted to share, but saw the young man frowning and falling asleep.

The child kept silent, looked at the clay pot, carefully picked up the similar little clay figurine and placed it on the table.

After thinking for a while, the child thrust another small clay figurine into the young man's hand.

"What?"

The young man woke up at some point and frowned in disgust.

The child grinned and said, "Master, this one looks like you."

I really don’t hold any grudges at all.

The young man smiled and said, "Come with me to test whether you have spiritual roots another day. If you have spiritual roots, play with me."

The young man treats half-grown children as playmates.

Fortunately, the child has spiritual roots, but he is not lucky and his spiritual roots are not good.

"It doesn't matter," the young man didn't mind at all. He rubbed the clay balls and played house with him, "Don't you have the fire spirit root? Try to learn how to make alchemy with me."

Children can only understand half of what they hear.

Compared with practicing, children prefer playing with mud and spinning dragonflies.

"If you spin that broken dragonfly again, I'll kick your head like a ball."

The child cried and hid the dragonfly, and learned from the young man how to draw Qi into his body.

His talent is very poor, and he cannot understand the young man's alchemy movements, so he can only add fuel to him.

His movements are so smooth that if he were to do it, it would be a blast.

"Ahem!" The young man looked sullen, but the child burst into laughter.

"What are you doing?" The young man was unhappy, "Who asked you to put the spiritual grass in all at once? Are you so rough?"

The child pointed at him and laughed, "You look like a little coal clay figurine now!"

The young man sneered, covered his head and put it in his arms, "I think you are tired of living!"
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