Break and stand, break and stand.

Eight small characters were carved on the wood block. Those characters were not one-third the size of the nail cap, but they weighed as much as a kilo. They woke Han Zifei up at once.

He couldn't believe looking at the small words inside: "it really means this?"

Yi Xiaoqiao was more surprised than him. She was just talking nonsense. Unexpectedly, she was right.

Han Zifei looked at Yi Xiaoqiao suspiciously.

Yi Xiaoqiao hurriedly said, "look, master, I'm right. That's what the grandmaster really meant. The grandmaster must have great hope for you. He hopes you can get rid of old habits and make more and better mechanisms. The grandmaster is really powerful!"

Yi Xiaoqiao's eyes were full of admiration and did not hide his admiration for his ancestor: "the grandfather is really powerful. He thought of this festival many years ago. Master, he really attaches importance to you. You should be glad."

Han Zifei was shocked. Even Yi Xiaoqiao, a little girl, could understand the truth. However, he drilled the tip of an ox's horn and couldn't figure it out after drinking a meal of wine. He lived for so many years, but he didn't live as well as a little girl. It was really embarrassing and made him ashamed.

"Grandpa?" When Han Youjun saw that he was stunned, he hurriedly whispered, "are you all right? Grandmaster, he..."

Han Zifei returned to his mind and slowly waved his hand: "it's all right, grandpa is fine."

"Then you..."

"Grandpa is tired and goes back to have a rest. You should send Xiao Qiao back earlier."

"Yes." Han Youjun bowed and winked at Jiang Chui: "look after grandpa carefully."

"Yes." Jiang hurried to follow Han Zifei.

They soon left the pavilion until they couldn't see it. Han Youjun was relieved and whispered, "thank you very much."

"Thank me for what? It's obviously your credit." Yi Xiaoqiao smiled and said, "you're smart and know how to carve a word on it. I didn't think of this way. If it wasn't for this, I'm afraid master would be more sad for a while."

After the words fell, Yi Xiaoqiao found that Han Youjun's face was a little strange: "what's the matter?"

"I didn't carve it. It was there."

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled: "how can it be? Don't pretend when the master is gone."

"I didn't pretend. I really have it." Han Youjun couldn't laugh or cry: "I wanted to carve a word on it, but when I checked it, I found a fine crack in it. I opened it and found that there was an inscription in it."

That's great.

Yi Xiaoqiao had checked the thing before. It was clear that there was no trace of processing on it, but there was lettering inside. Can the founder do it without opening the outside?

This is wood, not ceramics, not something fired. It grows naturally. How can it have such ability!

"True or false? You're not afraid I'll miss it. Hide it from me?"

Han Youjun pursed his lips: "think about it. If it were my word, would grandpa not recognize it?"

"Grandpa has been practicing carving and making jewelry since he was a child. Not to mention my words, it is the font of anyone in the family. Grandpa can recognize it. How can he not know his master's font? If I find someone to carve, I can't hide it from Grandpa. How can grandpa believe it?"

That makes sense.

Yi Xiaoqiao pondered for a moment: "so, the ancestor can really engrave characters inside without damaging the surface? It's a God and man. How can he do it?"

"I guess... It should be martial arts." Han Youjun carried his hands and led Yi Xiaoqiao away from the Han family and got on the carriage.

"Martial arts, internal power?" Yi Xiaoqiao touched her chin. She thought that martial arts and internal power were nonsense. Although she had seen Mu Yian's Kung Fu and lightness skills, these were not enough to connect Yi Xiaoqiao with engraving in it. After all, this kind of thing is too contrary to common sense.

"It should be. I remember someone said that someone has high Kung Fu and can take things and kill people in space. It's no big deal to leave a few words in the wood." Han Youjun answered lightly.

Yi Xiaoqiao touched his chin. She had to go back and ask Zhu Qing about it.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Inn and Yi Xiaoqiao got off.

"Be careful when you go back."

"Don't worry, it's you..." Han Youjun looked at the inn: "it's not convenient for a girl to live in the inn all the time. I'll ask someone to clean up a garden for you later. You can live in the house, which is also convenient for you to study."

Yi Xiaoqiao thought, "I'll discuss it with Lin Yi and them."

This is not her own business. Lin Yi and Zhu Qing still live here. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for her to leave them to live in Han's house.

In fact, Yi Xiaoqiao also thought it was inconvenient to live in the inn, but she wanted to rent a house herself, but she hasn't found a suitable place yet.

"OK, then... Talk about it tomorrow." Han Youjun smiled: "have a good rest."

"You too." Yi Xiaoqiao turned and walked to the inn.

Han Youjun put down the curtain of the carriage. The carriage turned in a direction and began to go back.

"Wait." Han Youjun gathered up at the window and opened the curtain. He saw that the place where Yi Xiaoqiao stood was empty.

Is it an illusion?

When the curtain of the carriage just floated up, he seemed to see someone approaching Yi Xiaoqiao, but now he can't see the trace of Yi Xiaoqiao. Is it an illusion or what's going on?

"Fu Tang, do you see where Yi Xiaoqiao has gone?" Han Youjun asked.

Fu Tang, who drove the bus, smiled and said, "where else can this girl Yi go? Naturally, she has returned to the inn. It's all at the gate of the inn. Can she go anywhere else?"

"To the inn?" Han Youjun was puzzled, frowned and said, "Fook Tong, wait a minute, or you can go to the Inn and see if she has gone back?"

"Young master, it's very late. We have to ask the old man for a doctor to see, otherwise..."

"Let you go, just ask how much time it will take." Han Youjun stared at the door of the inn.

At night, the red lanterns at the door are like the eyes of cannibals, glowing red, making people timid at first sight.

Fu Tang soon came back, panting and saying, "go back. I just went upstairs. I saw her back."

It's really just an illusion.

Han Youjun breathed a sigh of relief: "that's good. Let's go and get a doctor for Grandpa."

The carriage rolled and soon disappeared into the night.

In the alley, in the dark, Yi Xiaoqiao was tightly pressed on the wall and couldn't move.

"He really cares about you." The man's voice is very low, with a dry hoarse, just the hot air sprinkled on her earlobe, with a hot and humid temperature, I wish I could burn someone.

Yi Xiaoqiao shrunk his neck and broke his hand with hatred: "Mu Yian, what do you want to do!"

Red lips leaned close to her ears and swept her bloody earlobes intentionally or unintentionally. He whispered, "you."