Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 90 The Precious Wealth of Equipment Repair

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

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

The dark black figure was dissatisfied, "Hey, hey, you said you don't have anything! Why do you care about this kind of thing again! I really won't let it go!"

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

"I also just discovered that I didn't have nothing at all."

His cherished memories are like rubbish in the eyes of others, but at this time they are asked to share.

The black figure seemed impatient, "Say it quickly. As long as it is the most precious, why are memories not treasures? Just take a gamble on the slightest possibility, what if I really know? Are you willing to miss me?"

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

He brewed for a while, and was about to speak, but was called to wait and wait by it again.

Then the black figure took out an incomplete stone wall. The material of the stone wall was mysterious, and nothing could be seen. It made him put the memories in his mind mixed with memories.

"Speaking with the mouth, listening with the ears is so boring, I have to really watch."

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

He was not very proficient at first, and he was guided by the black shadow, "Do you understand when you look at the flowers? It's easy for monks to organize their memories. You must clean up the most precious memories in a special corner and place them. You keep them as they are. Just put it in, I want to see what precious memories you can have."

Qixiu is a dull person, and his most precious memories are just bad stories written all over the street in the eyes of others.

The black shadow walked on the tempering cliff.

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

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

It was in a corner, and a child with a thick head and a thick head was 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 looked up.

He was a little dark, but very stocky, looking very healthy, and a little shy.

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

The black figure turned his head and saw a young man.

The boy was bent over, his hands were on his knees, he had big eyes, but his face was a little sick.

"I..." The child stood up cautiously, "The slave is playing with the dragon beast."

The young man nodded, "Playing with dragonflies on sunny days and turning dragonflies on rainy days, don't you practice?"

The child was stunned, "I...slaves also want to practice?"

Young man, "I remember you, your father is an employee of my family, and you also remember me, so take me to your house to see."

The child let out a dumbfounded sound, and led the young man down the mountain, and finally stayed in a stone house. When he opened the door, the inside was very simple, and he could see two marks, one big and one small, on the bed.

There were a lot of broken copper and iron in the room, the young man dug out a bamboo dragonfly, "Your father made it for you?"

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

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

The child picked up the dragonfly cherishingly, his little face turned red with anger, and rushed to the bed angrily, and was taken aback for a second.

The young man stared blankly at the roof, his body was covered with sweat, he was letting go.

The child reacted quickly, and raised his head on him, "Why did you drop 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 was young, no matter how angry he was, he fell asleep after being unable to break free.

After waking up, the boy was no longer there.

In the luxurious mansion, the child cried loudly.

The people around him felt sorry for him, "Master gave you a lot of spirit stones, you will live in your house from now on, and you can eat here for three meals before you become an adult."

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

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

"Go, go! Go back with food!"

The child was desperate, and vaguely saw a familiar person watching him at the window.

He cried and ran over, "Master! Can you take me to my father?"

The young man lowered his eyes, his face was sickly, and his expression was indifferent, "Your father is dead."

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

The young man stopped the servant's movements.

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

The young man leaned on the window and looked down at him, his tone was light, "Why are you crying, I won't sleep 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 after crying.

When he woke up, the boy was playing with his bamboo dragonfly by the bedside.

"Is it that the earth dragon is not fun? Or is the bamboo dragonfly not fun? What's so sad about it?"

When the sad matter was brought up, the boy recovered from his daze and sobbed, "I hate you!"

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

"Okay."

Touch the clay pot, a small clay figurine rolled out, touch the mud pot again, a big clay figurine rolled out, the two clay figurines cuddled together, the young man handed the mud pot to him.

"Play for you."

The child cried aloud.

The young man curled his lips, "It's so coaxing." Then he lay down, staring at the roof with empty eyes, "Play by yourself."

The child was sobbing and thinking about the clay pot, where there were so many clay figurines that they couldn't stand up.

"This looks like my father."

He wanted to share, but he saw that the boy fell asleep frowning.

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

After thinking about it again, the child stuffed another little clay figurine into the boy's hand.

"What?"

The young man woke up at some point, frowning in disgust.

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

I really don't hold any grudges at all.

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

The young man regards half-grown children as playmates.

Fortunately, the child has a spiritual root, but luck is not much, the spiritual root is not good.

"It doesn't matter," the young man didn't mind at all, rubbing the clay balls and playing house with him, "Don't you have fire roots? Learn alchemy from me and try."

The child understands only half of what he hears.

Compared with practicing, children prefer to play with mud and spin dragonflies.

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

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

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

His movements are smooth and flowing, and it would be a fryer for him.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The young man was ashamed, but the child burst out laughing.

"What are you doing?" The young man was upset, "Who told you to put the spirit grass in all of a sudden, are you as rude as you!"

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

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

(End of this chapter)