Generally, inkstones are black, and there are various natural stone colors such as gray.

The inkstone that Old Man Yun took out was red, bright red like blood, and there were dark red lines on it, just like the mist of blood.

But it was not shocking to look at, but there was another kind of warmth and an indescribable aura contained in it, which made people unable to look away for a long time. Many years later, my mother recalled it and finally said that she had found an accurate adjective, which was tragic.

What is the description of a kind of tragic thing that makes people want to cry after watching it? I don’t understand. An inkstone, no, to be precise, is a box, because the inkstone has a part that adjusts the ink, but it is usually shallow, and that part of the box is very deep, like a box that hollows out the middle.

I don't understand why such a thing brings a tragic color? At least I have never seen that thing until now.

After preparing all this, my master's expression became solemn, but when he saw my mother's exploring eyes falling on the box, the master couldn't help but put his hand on the box and rub it a few times before saying, "To put it, this thing has some connection with your son."

"Ah?" My mother was stunned for a moment. She never thought that how could I, who was so young, get involved with such a strange box?

However, my mother has her intelligence and has always been like this. She also knows from Old Man Yun's attitude. Don't ask what shouldn't be asked, so she didn't ask any questions. She noticed sensitively that Old Man Yun looked at me lying on the bench, and her eyes were always filled with some kind of love and kindness. She couldn't help but say: "Master Yun, don't talk about your son at once. My child is Ye Han, and you can also call him Han Han."

"Hanhan? OK, OK" I don't know why Old Man Yun was a little moved when he heard this sentence. He didn't seem to know how to express it, so his voice slowly became smaller and he began to do his own thing.

It is actually strange to say that it is doing things. My mother looks very simple, but Old Man Yun is extremely serious.

He opened the small boxes in front of him one by one. The small boxes contained some weird things, some things that looked like grass roots, some small stones with strange looks, and some powders of different colors.

This is how Old Man Yun took some of these things with a serious expression and put them into the strange box.

There seems to be a very exquisite thing in this, because he will stop from time to time, think for a while, take out some more, and put some in a few points.

Sometimes, he would walk up to me, put his hands on my spiritual platform, or his chest seemed to be thinking about something? The weirdest time, he stood in front of me and closed his eyes, but my mother felt that there were invisible eyes in the whole room, and her whole body was getting cold. After a while, he opened his eyes a little tired, and then went back to adjust the number of things placed in the weird box.

This is even more particular than traditional Chinese medicine for taking medicine! But this kind of caution made my mother extremely moved only because in her opinion, Old Man Yun and I only met twice, but Old Man Yun was so attentive about my affairs, which shows that he is sincere to me, at least the love and kindness that comes out of his eyes is not fake.

As a mother, I must be moved by these things.

Just adding and decreasing the small box, Old Man Yun finally put things in the small box. What’s strange is that this process actually made him sweat slightly on his forehead. You know, he just took my father up easily, and my father is so big and strong, can’t resist?

My mother completely sees all the details of this!

She was too curious about this, and after all this, Old Man Yun noticed my mother's gaze and said lightly: "Ye Han's situation is special. If you pull out these yin energy for ordinary people, you may be able to use a few formations to do it! But Ye Han's own strength is the thing I care most about the most. In this process, if you accidentally trigger or alarm his own strength, the consequences will be very serious."

While speaking, Old Man Yun took out a strange little hammer that looked like wood but not wood, iron but not iron from the yellow cloth bag, and began to grind the things in the box carefully. His technique had a sense of flowing water, as if it was not focused, but the things in the box were evenly shattered and mixed together very softly, and a kind of golden red appeared.

It seems that it has a rhythmic feeling of kneading noodles with noodles with masters and a smooth feeling of cutting vegetables with masters finely. It is such a small thing, which makes my mother feel more confident in her thoughts. This is a real master!

Then he started to hesitate a little again? Otherwise, it would be better to let my son follow Master Yun?

Just when my mother was stunned, Old Man Yun had already grinded the materials in the box and seemed to have calculated the time. My father also rushed into the room, carrying a mighty and majestic rooster in his hand.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, my dad asked: "Master Dao"

My mother touched my dad next to her and whispered: "Call Master Yun."

My father then remembered this, and then asked carefully: "Master Yun, do you think this rooster is good? Is it enough? I'll bleed it now!"

The word "blood" was said with great pride and courage. In order to save me, he felt that nothing he did was not important.

At this time, Old Man Yun put down the weird little hammer in his hand and said to my father: "You don't have to do it, I'll do it."

My father is confused about various sects and so on, and he can't even tell the rules and taboos between Buddhism and Taoism. It's just strange that a Taoist master wants to do this bloody thing by himself?

But I saw that Old Man Yun had already taken the rooster and grabbed the rooster's wings, gently stroked the rooster's neck, and muttered something. What was strange was that the big rooster that was originally struggling so hard that my father couldn't catch him very much, became extremely obedient in Old Man Yun's hands.

It seemed to understand Old Man Yun's lyrics, and it seemed to accept Old Man Yun's comfort, and it began to look like it was not sleeping.

My dad was surprised by this hand! But Old Man Yun's expression was just normal. After stroking the chicken's neck twice, his hand suddenly turned, and it seemed that there was no trace. The big rooster cried suddenly, but the cockscomb overflowed with blood.

But after just struggling for a while, under the lyrics of Old Man Yun, he became motionless again. Old Man Yun held the big rooster and quickly approached the small box. Then he pinched a strange hand gesture with his left hand and pressed it on the big rooster's neck. But he saw the blood from the cockscomb flowing constantly, flowing towards the small box.

My father was completely shocked by Old Man Yun's hand at this time, and what made him feel even more strange was that the blood flowing out of the cockscomb seemed to be a little shiny and brighter.

My father thought to himself that Master Yun is definitely not an ordinary person. The chicken blood has become different when he passes through his hands? No wonder he said he wants to do it himself.

But he didn't expect that while he was evenly pouring blood into the box, he said: "This is also the blood of the cockscomb, but I used special techniques to force a little bit of essence and blood! The so-called essence and blood are the essence of blood, which is the endless 'fountain' of blood. If a person loses essence and blood, he will lack qi and blood because his blood will become worse. The body will also lose part of the essence! But this essence and blood can only exist in living things. Once the vitality is cut off, the essence and blood will immediately lose its essence, and become a dead thing, just like a dry spring."

This is how this human hematopoiesis comes from? My dad thought it was surprising. This theory is simply too new.

Old Man Yun looked at the blood, and the big rooster's expression gradually became listless. Then he stopped and still looked like he was muttering. Then he pinched his hands in a strange position, and pointed it at the big rooster's comb a few times before he saw the blood gradually drying up and stopped flowing soon, and it turned into a blood clot.

Is this the rooster's own blood coagulation ability good? Or did Master Yun do something? My father simply feels that his views have been subverted, and even the ridiculous idea of ​​the rooster's blood coagulation ability has emerged.

Old Man Yun said lightly: "You have made contributions to Yehan, so you can't bear to hurt your life. Eat more rice grains and grains and you will recover, go ahead."

While speaking, Old Man Yun touched the big rooster twice. The big rooster seemed to be able to understand his words, so he jumped off the small table, with his steps a little frivolous, but a little proud. He actually walked out slowly and ran to the yard at the door of our house and squatted down.

My mother was amazed at the sight of the 'tsk tsk', but my father asked: "Master Yun, did you do something to this chicken just now?"

"There is nothing strange. I just pinched the hand gesture. The effect of the blood-stop technique varies from person to person, but it is more or less effective! To put it simply, it is also a little bit of using the hand gesture to exert some of the mind power to stop the blood as soon as possible." Old Man Yun didn't seem to care too much about this matter, and explained it briefly.

But my dad shouted a few times in his heart. It was not exaggerated at all. It was my dad who told me himself many years later.

"You just raise this chicken, don't eat it. It always brings some kindness to your son. If you return it, you will avoid the fate of being slaughtered and eaten by others. After all, if you lose your essence and blood, your lifespan will be affected." At this time, Old Man Yun briefly explained again.

My parents nodded and agreed, and their eyes looked at the rooster were a little more grateful, but Old Man Yun's eyes were always staring at the weird little box.

Will there be any further changes if the powder added to the blood of the rooster?
Chapter completed!