Cen Qianshan jumped down from a high place. He was not interested in the miserable corpse. Instead, he bent down and picked up a small tin man who fell on the gravel.

It was an ordinary iron doll, neither made of precious materials nor equipped with any power device. At best, it could only be regarded as a children's toy with relatively flexible joints.

Cen Qianshan's fingers stroked the seams and rivets of the iron sheet. Such familiar techniques and configurations evoked a memory from a hundred years ago.

That year, the master finally taught him the puppetry technique.

This is Master's most powerful technique, and he has been waiting for it for a long time.

The first step in learning puppetry is to repeatedly practice making the body of a puppet, which is like this Tin Man.

Cen Qianshan sat in front of his own operating table, assembling such a tin man under the guidance of his master.

The master stood behind him, holding the back of the chair with one hand, wrapping his other hand around his palm, and introduced a trace of spiritual power into his body to guide him in the assembly process.

"Like this, using spiritual power to change its amplitude. Although it is just a body, the requirements for precision are very high, and no deviation is allowed."

Cen Qianshan quietly turned his eyes. Master was so close to him, so close that he could clearly see the fine hairs on the outline of her face.

Those soft blue hairs are pinned behind the plump and white earlobes. When she talks, her cheeks twitch slightly.

She stared at the small accessories hanging in the air, her jewel-like clear eyes immersed in the pool of autumn, sparkling and vivid.

Cen Qianshan likes to quietly observe his master at work. When the master is focusing on making tools, his eyes will shine with tiny lights, his expression will be full of energy, and he is so beautiful.

At this time, the smart eyes suddenly turned around and narrowed their eyelids slightly: "Aren't you listening?"

Accompanying this slight rebuke, warm breath caressed his cheek.

A strange numbing feeling penetrated the skin from the pores, quickly flowed through every inch of the blood and meridians, and plunged into the heart. It squeezed the most tender apex mercilessly.

Cen Qianshan's heart began to beat uncontrollably.

For the first time, he realized that his thoughts about his master had changed.

She was the only person in the world who truly loved her. But he couldn't help but have thoughts about her that he shouldn't have.

He wants her to only love him, he wants her to punish him only, he wants her to be by his side forever, and he even wants to get closer to her.

It's simply outrageous.

He struggled with his thoughts for a long time before finally making the tin doll. Its crooked appearance had many similarities with the one in his hand.

"Where did this come from?" He looked at the little female cultivator from the fairy world. "Sell it to me."

This young girl obviously recognized the notorious him. She was a little flustered at first, but now she was probably completely stunned with fright, and she just stared at herself blankly.

Mu Xue stared blankly at the "little apprentice" in front of him. Last time, it was just a quick glimpse of the soul floating in the air, and it was not obvious. Now, the adult Xiao Shan is standing here, right in front of his eyes.

When I raised my head and saw him, I felt like I was seeing a close relative. Suddenly, the fear of death, the loneliness of rebirth, and more than a hundred years of confusion all came to my heart. My heart was filled with sour, sweet, bitter, and mixed flavors that I don't know how to describe.

Why did the hill become so high?

He stood in front of him, with a mountain-like shadow covering him, condescending, looking at him with such cold and unwavering eyes.

My short stature is not even as high as his legs. If I want to reach out and touch his head like before, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it.

I haven't seen him for so many years. When I heard his voice for the first time, he no longer called me "Master" sweetly. He spoke coldly.

Mu Xue felt unreasonably sad.

"Ah, this was made by the masters at the request of us." Mu Xue said, "It's not for sale."

The materials for the Tin Man were given by Master Biyun, and the blueprints were standard. It was just that some of her customary private goods were included in the production. I don’t know why Xiao Shan wanted it.

Cen Qianshan's eyes passed over the talisman hanging on Mu Xue's waist.

Guiyuan Sect?

He still knows several famous sects in the fairy world. The Guiyuan Sect does have several masters who are very good at refining weapons. I think they are their disciples. Since the master's mirage has been spread to the fairy world,

Her puppetry skills wouldn't be out of place on such a Tin Woodman.

Cen Qianshan bent down slightly, supported his knees with one hand and looked at Mu Xue with a cold expression, "Little sister, you may have made a mistake. I am not discussing with you. Potions? Spiritual herbs? Refined materials? You can decide the price."

All things with aura and vitality brought from the Demon Realm cannot be brought back to the Fairy Realm. If people from the two realms want to trade, they can only use the heavenly materials and earthly treasures found in the Divine Realm.

You can set the price, but I want to take away the things. Cold and paranoid, this is a demonic cultivator who is unreasonable at all.

"Forget it, it's not worth anything." Mu Xue said, "If you like to play, just take it."

Cen Qianshan's expressionless face changed slightly.

If you like to play, just take it.

The strange, childish face in front of me inexplicably overlapped with the face that had appeared thousands of times in my dreams.

"Xiaoshan, come and see the newly made puppet."

"Ah, it's so cute, can I touch it?"

"Haha, if you like to play, just take it."

"Xiao Shan, look at this spiritual jade that I just bought from the goods street."

"Ah, it's so beautiful, can I see it?"

"Haha, if you like to play, just take it."

The double image disappeared, and the master was nowhere to be seen, but a strange and young girl.

Ridiculous, Cen Qianshan stood up straight.

Master is unique, so what if there are people with similar looks to her in the world?

Looking at the back of Cen Qianshan who left without any nostalgia, Mu Xue couldn't help but want to cry out in her heart, what happened in the past hundred years? What made my cute little apprentice like a white lotus become like this?

A cold and paranoid man who doesn't even let go of children's toys.

That's all, that's all, she comforted herself. Maybe Xiaoshan suddenly wanted to play with the Tin Woodman. He had given him so many things since he was a child, and he didn't miss such a small toy.

Dots of five-color stones pave the ground, and the chaotic brilliance of the setting sun hits them, reflecting the five-color floating light. Those colors complement each other, and the floating lights and shadows on the vast land are like a strange sea.

This is the sea of ​​lust | lust | the sun is chaotic and unclear, the sea of ​​​​light is surging, and time stays forever when day and night meet, and light and shadow alternate.

Cen Qianshan sat on the shoulder of a stone statue, silently playing with the little tin man in his hand.

He thought of the little girl just now, standing in front of a pool of blood, coldly reading out her words of revenge to the enemy.

Someone hurt her beloved brother, so she came alone to take revenge.

Yes, if someone dares to hurt Master even a little bit, then I will definitely make that person feel the pain a thousand times.

Unfortunately, he didn't have this opportunity.

There was faint sound of music in the distance, and there were several lights floating on the floating sea surface, floating in the distance, coming from afar.

It seemed slow at first glance, but it arrived in a blink of an eye. It was a gorgeous and spacious sedan. There was no one to lift it, and it was suspended in the sparkling water. It was accompanied by more than ten ghost lanterns in front and behind. Eight treasure tassels hung from the head of the sedan, and its lower curtain

Heavy shadows.

The sedan curtain was lifted, and a face so huge that it was out of proportion was revealed from the lifted corner. The face almost occupied the entire sedan body, and it was unknown whether there was a human body underneath it.

"What a handsome husband, why don't you come with me and spend a happy time together." A charming and charming voice came from the sedan with a strange echo.

Cen Qianshan raised his eyes to look at the weird sedan, and slowly pulled out Hanshuang's red-stained blade.

The Shinto is divided into three levels. It is rumored that it is the sea of ​​color, the path of crossing the dead, and the Paradise. Only by passing through these three realms can one reach the final temple. What Cen Qianshan is looking for is only in the Wuwu deep in the temple.

Born in the endless pool.

"My dear husband, come back with me and have fun together." A female voice with echoes sounded from all directions.

Banshees with human faces and snake bodies slowly crawled out in the dim light and shadow, one after another surrounding the fallen stone statue, repeatedly chanting explicit songs.

"My dear sir, do you think I'm beautiful?" The strange, coquettish and soft-looking female demon crawled up the stone statue and reached out to touch Cen Qianshan's legs.

A cold light flashed through the air, and the monster screamed, breaking into two pieces. The monster body dissipated, and half of the snake's tail was still bouncing on the sea surface where light and shadow intersected.

"Oh my, what a cruel man." Demons from all directions screamed.

"Let me take a look. It turns out that Lang Jun has someone in his heart."

"It's Master, it's Master. This madman fell in love with his Master."

The faces of the banshee began to change one by one, transforming into the face he had dreamed of countless times.

Cen Qianshan pulled out a black belt, tied his eyes, turned his sword, and held the sword horizontally in front of him.

"Hill, hill?"

"Why did you close your eyes?"

"I haven't seen you for many years. Open your eyes and take a look at Master."

Those nostalgic voices surrounded him.

The frost flashed past, eliminating the demon and giving up thoughts.

"Xiaoshan, it turns out that you like Master, and Master also likes you." Master said softly.

"What an outrageous, filthy thing. It's disgusting. I don't have a disciple like you." The master became angry and spoke harshly.

"What an enemy. What do you want Master to do to you? Can you kiss me and carry me to the tent?"
To be continued...