Under one person: You also said that you are not an evil cultivator!

Chapter 175 Happy Village Chief Ma
In the mountains more than 60 kilometers away, the gurgling stream seems to wash people's soul, and the tinkling sound reflects the old and young people beside the stream.

Although he is said to be young, Ma Xianhong is actually 30 years old now. The two moles under his eyes are particularly bright under the reflection of the stream.

At this time, there was a black doll lying on his lap. As his smart fingertips flashed red light in his eyes, the look on his face was extremely focused, as if he was facing a work of art that he could devote his whole life to. .

Strictly speaking, this was his second black puppet. In fact, Bi Lao left this time just to ask for a white puppet as a souvenir.

But after all, Bi Yuan, who was both his teacher and friend, was going to travel far away. He always felt that it was difficult to get rid of Bai Ou, his work from his youth, so he simply took some time out to send this one off.

Time passed bit by bit, and Bi Yuan couldn't bear to disturb him because of his concentration. There was a faint smile on his gray hair and beard.

At the beginning, he repeatedly emphasized that he was just an old man with little use, and no one would care about him when he was away from home, so a white doll was enough as a souvenir. However, the kindness was hard to refuse, and he could only let Ma Xianhong do it. enthusiasm.

This child is like this. He is equally enthusiastic towards everyone. It is difficult for anyone to be hostile to him. And if you stay with him for a period of time, you can feel his unparalleled charm, which almost makes him so dissolute. I couldn't bear to leave.

But I still have to leave.
Before he finished speaking, when Ma Xianhong finished the final adjustment and finally lifted up the black puppet in his hand, he breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the work in front of him with a satisfied expression.

"Old Bi, do you have to leave in such a hurry?"

When he turned his head, there was still a touch of reluctance in his eyes. For Ma Xianhong, there was no need to cover up all his emotions, especially in this paradise that he devoted himself to creating to be isolated from the outside world.

"Hahaha" Bi Yuan nodded with a smile when he heard such words, "Village Chief, I am very grateful for your care these days, old man. Unfortunately, old man, I am just the most ordinary old guy."

"I am very satisfied to be able to stay with an extraordinary person like you for a while."

"I didn't have much ability when I was young. Now that I'm old, I can't let others dislike me. Don't look at me, old man, because I'm not very capable. I know my own abilities!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand to interrupt Ma Xianhong who was about to speak, "Little Ma."

"Haha, I'll ask you to call you Pony because of your age!"

"I told you a long time ago that I will leave when I have a chance to repay your care."

In fact, it doesn't matter to Ma Xianhong whether he repays it or not. This person gave him a lot of experience and help during this period, which saved him a lot of detours. These are already a very valuable asset. .

But not long ago, Bi Yuan's words made his long-stalled plan start to move. He mentioned two people.

One is Huang Yueying, the creator of the Divine Machine Hundred Refiners. This can certainly be regarded as a legend. It is said that he has the Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart, and a series of works he wrote are regarded as classics by all the weapon refiners in later generations.

At the same time, she is also the only one who has created a self-cultivation furnace, but she cannot create a self-cultivation furnace by relying on magic machine alone!

This is the dead end he has fallen into, and not long ago, when Bi Yuan reminded him, it was not easy for Huang Yueying to build a self-cultivation furnace at that time. The most important reasons were actually two. One was that there were people around him. Zhuge Liang, the greatest stranger of all time, helped, and the other one had the Yan-Han providence as the cornerstone.
Ma Xianhong's eyes were extremely bright during the first half of the sentence of "Such a Creek". At least Bi Yuan gave him a direction. He never belittled himself. Apart from other things, if he just talked about his craftsmanship, he didn't feel that he was better than the Wuhous of the Zhuge family. The successor is much weaker, but
The extreme he achieved was only the extreme within his own vision. If someone from the Zhuge family were invited to look at the problem from their perspective, the result might be different.

As for the second half of the sentence, it made his heart freeze again. After all, it was possible to invite the Zhuge family. I heard that at the Luotian Dajiao not long ago, there was a miserably defeated Zhuge Qing, saying that he was a thousand-year-old genius. If you put some effort into the goods, we should be able to get them here.
But, God’s will!

Although this thing is indeed illusory, he does not deny its existence, especially for those who possess the Eight Magic Skills. However, God's will is always on the other side of the world.
That is to say, on the company side, for him, even with the help of the Zhuge family, it is difficult to achieve anything big.

But Bi Yuan seemed to have known about this for a long time. He just smiled casually, said the name "Su Ming", and gave him a location.

He would not doubt that Bi Yuan would lie to him, and even if he lied, everything involving the cultivation furnace might be worth trying.

"Don't try to persuade me. Some people need you to grasp them more. If you grasp them, your problems won't be considered problems at all."

Before Bi Yuan finished speaking, he had already slowly stood up, and then his old palm gently patted the black puppet and put it into his pouch.

"Let's go! There will be a period later!"

The voice was slow and deep, but it also extinguished all Ma Xianhong's thoughts of catching up.

The rickety figure slowly walked away, and his mind returned to the situation in front of him.

"The black puppet was given to the Zhuge family before. We must seize the time to make two more. At least the stove can't have any mistakes."

"The Zhuge family will arrive in two days."

"Fu Rong has been waiting for a whole day, and I don't know what the result will be."

He sighed softly. In fact, for him, it was enough for such a village to allow all the persecuted people to have a resting place and a place without worries.

But he has been doing the task that his sister gave him for so many years, and he has been stuck in this last step for so long. Even if there is no hope, he still wants to try, not wanting to disappoint his sister.

When the stove is finished, my sister is right. When the stove is finished, there will be no distinction between strangers and ordinary people in the world. Then there will be no discrimination in the world.

While thinking about it, he walked towards the upper stream of the stream, but just a few meters away, he suddenly stopped and smiled, "Is this what God's will looks like? There's something evil about it."

In the eyepiece of his left eye, Su Ming was holding a flying insect with its wings constantly trembling in the air.

This is one of his works. It is not a masterpiece, but it is simple and convenient to make. This whole mountain is covered by such flying insects. He can know as long as there is a slight disturbance, so Su Ming and Fu Rong and others met him the first second they stepped into the mountain.

In this way, the black puppet thing should be let go, and now it's time to go and see what's going on with this so-called God's Will.

Snapped!
clap clap clap!
Su Ming shook his fingers slightly, and the four reconnaissance flying insects could only make the final sound in his hand.

"Hmph! Along the way, I kept saying that I was asking and treating each other with courtesy, but how can I explain this attitude?" The person who spoke was Tu Junfang. As a veteran strong man, he was not weak by any means, but now In Su Ming's team, he consciously acted as a lackey.

He had to say a few words about everything. Others could be disgusted with him, but they must not make Su Ming unhappy in the slightest. This was his credo in life from now on.

Of course, if after killing the three corpses...
"No, no, no, we don't mean any harm!" Fu Rong hurriedly waved her hands, her eyes constantly drifting across Su Ming's face, and she could see that she wanted to explain, "That's right."

"No need to explain."

Su Ming spoke calmly, but he didn't want to embarrass the girl, "I just don't like being stared at like this. If you want to meet, come over in person."

Just as Su Ming's voice fell, a hearty laughter resounded throughout the jungle.

"Hahaha!"

"It's true! It's me, Ma Xianhong, who failed to entertain me well. Please forgive me!"

Then everyone saw the young man with white hair and white robes, but they could also see his pride. He straightened up again with just a slight bow.

"What did you just call me?" Su Ming himself was not a person who was limited in his understanding. He passed by that scene without even taking a second look, but that title was extremely interesting.

"God's will, this is the guidance from an elder." Although he said it, his eyes did not seem to be looking at a real providence. Instead, he looked up and down, as if he wanted to find a trace of "God's will" from Su Ming. the taste of.

However, after reading it, he did not rush to a conclusion. Instead, he smiled slowly and said, "Whether it is refining weapons or forging people, the most important step is to look at the materials. If the materials are not selected correctly, what will happen next?" No matter how superb your skills are, it is difficult to make up for those congenital deficiencies, so for a good weapon refiner, there is almost no possibility of misunderstanding with this pair of eyes."

"If that's the case, I conclude that you are not from the company."

This is his judgment.

"So, I'm not God's will?"

Su Ming raised his eyes and glanced at the young man in front of him. Su Ming could only see the fiery enthusiasm in him. He had no doubt that even if he was sure that he was not God's will as he said, he would still do it as long as he wanted to. Without hesitation, he embraced himself into Biyou Village and became his next brother.

Friendship, dreams, passion, and uninhibitedness. There is no doubt that he, Ma Xianhong, is such a leader who never lacks charisma. If he had been in ancient times, he would have been the overlord of the party.

It's a pity that he lives in modern times, an era that is completely opposite to his dream. He wants to make the world full of strangers, but what the company wants is that there should be as few strangers as possible in this era.

This sentence made Ma Xianhong stunned. He had asked Bi Yuan before why he said Su Ming was God's will, but he didn't say anything and just let himself grasp it.

But in his mind, isn't God's will on the side of the general trend?

"I don't know." He shook his head in confusion.

"I am." Seeing him like this, Su Ming stopped teasing him. After all, he was here to cooperate, not to fight, so he just had to deal with some things first.

As he spoke, he took out Shengxie.

Sheng Xie has been in extreme pain ever since he absorbed the tiger-like killing force. He is tortured by that kind of colic almost all the time. Su Ming can vaguely feel that now that he was taken out, he no longer has the arrogance and evil spirit that he once had. What's left is just the slowly squirming knife pattern curled up on the handle of the knife.

"God wants to ask you a question. Can you see the problem with this knife?"

Straight to the point, all cooperation is based on this, of course because he has been holding back this moment for a long time and is extremely urgent.

The moment Ma Xianhong saw the knife, his eyes changed and became a little fanatical. At the same time, his hands couldn't help but want to touch it.

"What kind of knife is this?"

He has been refining weapons all his life. He started carving puppets with his grandfather Ma Benzai when he was a child. Until now, there are countless pieces of art of all sizes that have come out of his hands. His skills have long been known in the world. No one can question it anymore.

As for the vision, I have already said it once. The first second these eyes saw it, they were sure that this sword was extraordinary.

Seeing Su Ming take it out now made him forget all the worries about the self-cultivation furnace at that moment.
"what!"

Suddenly, the hand he just stretched out trembled, and everyone could see that Ma Xianhong's body began to tremble unconsciously. The pain visible to the naked eye had already climbed onto his face in a very short time.

Su Ming slowly moved the knife away to prevent Ma Xianhong in this state from coming into contact with Sheng Xie.

The current Shengxie has long been his indispensable weapon. What you get by his side is a sweetness that others may not have in their lives. Now when a person comes up, if he is not sucked dry or there is no reaction at all, do you recognize the master?

Who else deserves it?
As the previous owner of Ma Xianhong, Su Ming just wanted to remind him a few words and let him make his own decision. After all, he had no control over this thing, but such a weapon refiner should not be a big problem.

And if it is in this current situation.
Let's forget it, after all, this is the last hope to defeat evil and recast it.
It took a while for Ma Xianhong to slowly straighten up, with heavy breathing sounds coming out of his throat. He paused for a while before showing a slightly apologetic smile, "Sorry, it's an old habit and I scared you."

But the old problem he mentioned was not ordinary. In Su Ming's eyes, every trace of it could be traced.

He clearly saw a faint worry in Ma Xianhong's sunny eyes from the beginning, maybe very light, but it never disappeared.

It wasn't until Lao Ma saw Sheng Xie that the desire, enthusiasm and joy in his eyes made him completely forget about all the worries at that moment. But the moment the worries disappeared, his body began to tremble and he was in severe pain. start.

Correspondingly, when he finally knew what he should be thinking, the severe pain disappeared naturally.
The control that Lao Ma is under may be more terrifying than anyone imagines.
(End of this chapter)