The man was in the prime of life, with strong muscles and well-defined facial lines. He wasn't very beautiful, but he was definitely a tough guy.
And the old woman, with pale hair and wrinkled face, didn't say how old she was, and she didn't seem to have much life to live.
Of course, the two get along like a husband and wife, with affection and tenderness in their behavior.
A distance away, Song Mi'er didn't really hear what they said, but Feng Jiu clearly heard what they said. It was the ordinary getting along in peace and good time, and the ordinary was full of warmth and affection. , To enter into the expectations of life and the future.
She couldn't help looking at the two men who were held by the man and leaned their heads on the man's chest.From her cultivation base, it can be seen that this man's bone age is not small, but because of the strength cultivation base, he can maintain the appearance of a middle-aged person.
And the old woman lacks the confidence to speak, she should have a fatal internal injury, and it has reached the last moment. From her breath, it can be seen that she only has three to five months to live. Up.
Of course, facing such a faded old woman, the man had a gentle face and affectionate eyes, and she had to say that her heart was a little shaken.
This is definitely a true love.
"Sister, isn't that old woman the middle-aged man's mother? Why is she still holding her arms?" Song Mi'er looked strange and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"It looks like they should be husband and wife." Feng Jiu said, with a softness in his eyes.
Listening to this, Song Mi'er was taken aback, looking at the two people who depended on each other in front, but did not ask any more, but looked around and said: "Sister, we have searched all over this mountain, just There are only such a thatched house and this couple here, and I haven't seen the mansion of the Iron Bone Crafting Master. So, did we find the wrong place?"
"Just ask and you'll know." Feng Jiu said, stepping forward.
The middle-aged man didn’t notice anyone around because Feng Jiu had captured the breath of the two before. At this time, as Feng Jiu and the two approached, the middle-aged man hugging the old woman frowned and turned back. Look at the people coming.
"Two people, excuse me." Feng Jiu showed an apologetic smile.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the man asked, standing up and staring at the two.
Song Mi'er smiled and said, "Uncle, we just wanted to ask, is the Iron Bone Crafting Master on this hill? We searched for a circle and didn't find anyone."
"There is no refiner here, you are looking for the wrong place." The man said, putting away the teapot and cup, preparing to take the old woman back.
Feng Jiu's gaze fell on the hoe on the side, and his gaze flickered slightly.
The old woman apologized and showed a soft smile to the two of them, did not speak, and let the man lead her back.
"Sister, he said there is no refiner here! Did we really find the wrong place?" Song Mi'er's gaze fell on the two people who left, then looked at the simple hut not far away, wrinkled Frowning thinking deeply.
Feng Jiu smiled slightly and said, "No, I didn't find the mistake, it's here." She said, taking a step, following the two of them unhurriedly, while watching the vegetables grown in their fields.
Song Mi'er didn't know why, but didn't ask, but followed to Feng Jiu's side.