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The village was not full of food, but they still prepared a lot of things. Qiu Ming ate two fruits that he had never eaten before and tasted them. Anyway, it would be fine if he didn't eat them.

"Brother Yang, if you drink this cup of tea, you will not be so tired."

There is not much left in this tea, but Qiu Ming plans to go to the Dragon Palace to get some in the future. Moreover, this is not the only one of the spiritual tea in the world. He believes that he will definitely get better in the future.

Yang Dashan took a sip and felt something different. The tea really made him less tired, and the spiritual energy inside nourished his body.

He glanced at Qiu Ming. The tea must be unusual, and Qiu Ming was willing to take it out for him to drink.

Qiu Ming watched Yang Dashan drink the tea and then pull all the tea leaves into his mouth and chewed them. It was really not care about the details.

Yang Dashan took out his tools, and Qiu Ming glanced at them. They seemed to be very ordinary tools, not like magic tools. But he picked up a chisel and a knife, but found that the material of this thing was not ordinary iron.

"These are all good tools. I'm nothing. When I met a great witch, I could use a knife to carve anything he had seen." Yang Dashan sighed.

"Okay, let's not talk about those, you see, if you want to carve a mechanical puppet, you must first choose the right wood. Look at the wood, there are some curved places, which seem to be dragons. These branches can also make dragon claws."

"Cut off those branches, then carefully remove the bark and polish the surface... When you look at the dragon's body, you need to carve scales on it, and there must be such patterns on the scales."

"This looks like a pattern, but it is actually Wu Wen. With this, the wood dragon in the mechanism can become flexible and can twist."

"And this one, every place needs to be carved. If you want to carve an image, you have to see such things first. Back then, I saw a black dragon with the great witch in the clan..."

While Yang Dashan took action, he explained to Qiu Ming. Qiu Ming didn't say anything throughout the whole process, just listened there and watched there. Qijin and the two orphans also listened, watched, and helped hand over some tools.

It was already midnight, but the three little guys seemed to have no intention of sleepiness, and they were very energetic and were all learning.

It was not until dawn that Yang Dashan took care of the three little guys and went to bed with him. Qiu Ming sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated and practiced.

When he finished exercising the exercises several times, Yang Dashan and the others got up. The two orphans took the initiative to cook, and Yang Dashan didn't say anything.

This is the case in the village. Even children have to do things within their ability, and it is impossible to get something without effort. What's more, Yang Dashan plans to adopt these two children, just like his own son. Qijin is going to help burn the fire.

Chen Abo came to see him once during the day and found that Mu Long had made it seven times like him. He was also amazed at Yang Dashan's speed. He only knew that Yang Mujiang had good skills and had come to the village to make things, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful!

"Carpenter Yang, how long will it take for you to finish it?"

"It's almost done, it will take two days at most. Then go to the Black Dragon Pond and destroy the sow dragon so that the village will no longer be damaged!"

"Okay, okay, then I will ask the young and old in the village to cheer you on drums and cheer you. We will watch the sow dragon be destroyed with our own eyes!" Chen Abo said as he knocked on the crutch.

If it weren't for the sow dragon, their village would have been very good, and there wouldn't be so many villages around that disappeared. They should have been a very prosperous tribe.

Chen Abo excitedly went to announce the good news to others, while Yang Dashan continued to carve the wooden dragon.

As Yang Dashan's carving progress approached, Qiu Ming became more and more amazed. It was obviously carved, but he found that it looked exactly the same as a real dragon.

Qiu Ming has also seen a real dragon, not sow dragon, but he has seen several dragon princes of the Four Seas Dragon Clan. If he gave Qiu Ming a brush, he could draw a dragon.

But Yang Dashan used an axe, chisel, knife and other things to carve a dragon into a dragon, and even the dragon whiskers could see clearly. This method can be called a magical skill!

"Uncle Yang, is this a dragon?" the orphan little sister Ah Hua asked with her little head tilted.

"Yes, this is the dragon. This dragon can defeat the sow dragon and avenge your father Am."

"But the wooden dragon can really beat that sow dragon?" Orphan Abao asked with some concern. Although the wood is solid, will the sow dragon spit out fire? The wooden dragon can block the fire?

"It must be, because it was made by my father." Yang Qijin said immediately.

Yang Dashan didn't say anything, and continued to carve the dragon here, perfecting the details bit by bit, looking very focused.

When the sun sets, Qiu Ming's eyes suddenly changed. Something is wrong. Why did the color of this wooden dragon change? It should be the dark yellow color of the wood, but why did he see different colors such as green, red, and gold appear in different parts of the wooden dragon?

Red fins, green scales, golden claws... These colors suddenly appeared, as if someone had painted them.

Qiu Ming looked at Yang Dashan, what method was used? He was watching here all the time. Yang Dashan definitely didn't color Mu Long!

Yang Dashan saw the doubt in Qiu Ming's eyes and explained: "This is the effect of those wizards. The color is only one aspect. After it is done, this dragon can still swallow clouds and spit out mist, just like a real dragon."

Those wuwen have such an effect? ​​Qiu Ming began to remember those wuwen more seriously. These wuwen were like talisman patterns, and actually had magical power.

I don’t know how powerful the witch who created these wizards should be. Qiu Ming had some longing for when he could be so powerful?

Wu is worthy of being an existence that ruled an era in ancient times, and his methods are indeed mysterious. But unexpectedly, they disappeared in the end. Even most of the inheritance was cut off.

Perhaps it cannot be said that it is a severance. Qiu Ming always feels that some of the martial arts passed down by his family are like those of the witch clan. But these are just Qiu Ming's guesses, and no one can solve his doubts.

"Brother Yang, take a break. The children have prepared the meal, you can have a meal first."

Yang Dashan looked at Mu Long and was almost done. He also understood the principle that hasteness would not be achieved. If he didn't do it all at once, then this Mu Long would have flaws and would definitely not be able to meet his expectations.

At this time, a Taoist priest walked in at the door, carrying a wooden fish in his hand: "Hahahaha, carving a wooden dragon and trying to defeat the sow dragon, it's so ridiculous!"
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