One person: I will give you one of the Shining Fruits.

Xiao Muyang came over and shouted enthusiastically at Zhuge Qing who was lying in a spread-eagle position in the field.

"Zhuge Qing, how do you feel now? Are you sober now?"

Zhuge Qing climbed up from the field trembling, his head was buzzing. The slap made him feel like something was about to break through.

"Brother Xiao..."

"Just now, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Muyang looked at Zhuge Qing who seemed to have recovered, waved his hand and said solemnly.

"Ah Qing, don't blame Brother Xiao. Look at how long you've been with Ma Xianhong and you've become like this."

Xiao Muyang said that it was really not his fault. He just wanted to make Zhuge Qing sober up out of good intentions. He had no other intentions, really.

"Then I have to thank you!"

Zhuge Qing covered the big bump on his head, his forehead was in the shape of a cross, then he took out a swallowing sac from his pocket, looked at it with a conflicted look, and threw it to Xiao Muyang.

"It's because of this magic machine that I've been feeling dizzy lately. I'll hand it over to you."

Xiao Muyang casually took the Devouring Sac thrown at him and said playfully, "This is one of the Eight Great Skills, Ah Qing. Are you just going to hand it over like this?"

Zhuge Qing sighed.

"You're not afraid, Brother Xiao. You know that slap just now really woke me up."

"The Qimen technique that has been passed down from generation to generation in our Wuhou family must be no worse than these eight strange skills...but you also know that I lost in the Luotian Grand Ceremony because of this Qimen technique that I am so proud of."

"Old Wang gave me a hard slap in the face in the area that I am best at."

"So from that time on, I seemed to be possessed... I found that I became more and more fascinated by the Eight Great Techniques, and more and more prying."

Xiao Muyang glanced at the outspoken Zhuge Qing and spoke lightly.

"If you are prepared to be like Wang Ye, and face challenges and sneak attacks from the alien world at any time, then it is OK for you to learn the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements."

Zhuge Qing was silent for a moment after hearing this, as if he had figured it out.

"Forget it. I'm not prepared for this right now. My family is a family of extraordinary people. Those who covet the Eight Wonders have nothing to worry about."

"I'll leave this Divine Machine to you."

Xiao Muyang looked at Zhuge Qing, whose expression looked much more relaxed, and nodded.

"Then I'm leaving?"

"Let's go."

...................

As the night grew darker, bursts of noisy shouting suddenly came from the originally quiet Biyou Village.

Xiao Muyang walked slowly towards the end of the village, playing with the devouring bag containing the Divine Machine Bailian in his hand as he walked.

This guy Ah Qing just gave it to me like that. How could that guy trust him so much?

By the way, do you want to practice this Divine Machine Hundred Refinements?

What is the connection between these eight unique skills and Yuhua and immortals...

Forget it, forget it, I'll just keep it for now.

Who knows, you might need this magical machine in the future.

After Xiao Muyang thought it through, he casually put the sac into his trouser pocket, lit a small happy cigarette, took a puff, and then looked towards the direction of the flickering light at the end of the village.

At the same time, in the refining room.

Zhang Chulan had already arrived at the refining room at this time, and was staring at Ma Xianhong who was tinkering with the self-cultivation furnace with slightly narrowed eyes.

He looked at the huge self-cultivation furnace that was almost completed, and spoke casually to the figure squatting in front of the furnace.

"Old Ma, it looks like your self-cultivation furnace is almost finished?"

After hearing the voice coming from behind, Ma Xianhong turned around, glanced at Zhang Chulan, and said.

"Indeed, it is already in the final testing stage. As long as we can ensure that this self-cultivation furnace can operate perfectly once, it will basically be completed."

I really don’t know whether to say that Ma Xianhong is honest or naive.

With so many temporary workers from their companies gathered in Biyou Village, didn't he have any idea of ​​what was going on?

Why does Ma Xianhong always give him a weird feeling? He can't explain why. Anyway, he feels like Ma Xianhong is born with a screw loose...

After listening to Ma Xianhong's frank words, Zhang Chulan suddenly felt embarrassed. He didn't know whether he should explain things to him directly, but he always felt that it would be like talking to a deaf person in the end.

"Old Ma, what's the point of you tinkering with this thing?"

"Hasn't it ever occurred to you that the existence of this stove itself is a problem?"

After hearing Zhang Chulan's words that seemed to be advising him, Ma Xianhong's brain was a little unresponsive. It seemed that he thought of something, but suddenly forgot it completely.

"Zhang Chulan, what do you mean?"

"There is something wrong with this stove itself, why don't you tell me why..."

"Why are you hiding so much? Just based on our friendship from previous generations, you don't need to do this in front of me, Ma Xianhong."

Zhang Chulan frowned slightly. Ever since he knew that his grandfather and Ma Xianhong's elder Ma Benzai were sworn brothers, Ma Xianhong Jiu would always bring this up. He couldn't be blamed for this...

"Old Ma, since you said that, then I, as your uncle, can't just watch your nephew looking for trouble, right?"

Ma Xianhong looked ashamed when he heard this. In fact, ever since he found out that his great-grandfather and Zhang Chulan's grandfather had become sworn brothers, he felt that he was a generation younger than this kid.

"Zhang Chulan! Don't take advantage of me!"

Zhang Chulan smiled and spoke again.

"Not really. Nephew, tell your uncle what you are planning to do with this self-cultivation furnace."

After Ma Xianhong automatically filtered out Zhang Chulan's previous words, he paused, exhaled, turned around and stroked the self-cultivation furnace in front of him, turned his back to Zhang Chulan, and spoke slowly.

"Actually, my initial thought was to use this self-cultivation furnace to restore my previous memories..."

Zhang Chulan was surprised when he heard this. "My nephew, you never told me what's wrong with your memory!"

Ma Xianhong turned around and looked at Zhang Chulan who interrupted him, his face showing displeasure.

"Can't you just let me finish my words?"

"You said, you said..."

"But ever since I helped those ordinary people become extraordinary people for the first time, the desire to help more ordinary people fulfill their wishes has occupied my mind."

The more Zhang Chulan listened, the deeper his frown deepened.

Is there something wrong with Ma Xianhong’s memory?

He really didn't think of this. Was it an accidental memory loss or...

Anyway, ever since he first saw Ma Xianhong, he always had an indescribable feeling, as if...

Just like a person who is young, naive and innocent...

"Brother Ma, what's the matter with your lost memory?"

Ma Xianhong sighed slightly, with a look of longing on his face.

"I seem to have a family... but I have forgotten who they are... and I can't remember what they look like..."

"I only know that I have a home...but I forgot where it is..."

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