Chapter 211: Honoring the Master
Somehow, Lin Shu didn’t hear the insidiousness of Hu Qing’s words and Leng Ruo didn’t, but Hu Nuan actually understood them.
In the middle of the night, she touched Hu Qing's bed and pinched Hu Qing's left wrist, which was actually pinching the silk cloth: "Give me a way to get a man pregnant."
The silk cloth: "."
Qing Na, hurry up and listen to what our Nuanbao said, the sky is about to fall!
In the dimness, Hu Qing stared at her: "You are so anxious to let me be your grandma?"
Hu Nuan: "I have grown up. What if I can't control myself one day-"
Hu Nuan Qing's eyes will pop out, which one do you want to lose control of?
Hu Nuan: "Face the reality, Mom, I'm old."
Facing the reality, Hu Qing coldly ordered the silk cloth in his heart: "Give it to her."
Silk cloth wanted to go crazy: "Can I be reliable?"
Hu Nuan couldn't hear his voice and asked Hu Qing: "No?"
Hu Qing: "If you want that man At the cost of his life?"
The two stared at each other.
Juanbu: "Practice and wait until you become gods."
Hu Qing told Hu Nuan: "If you become a god, you can ask men to give you children."
Hu Nuan: "Ah - it's so difficult to have a child."
Hu Qing scolded her. Silly: "I don't have any sons or daughters." "
Hu Nuan: "Let Hua Huahua."
Hu Huahua jumped in as a puppy: "Sister, you are so stupid, you can use blood and spirit to create a child. ”
Two birds flew in, Hu Zhuzhu and Hu Caicai: "Steal the eggs and pour them into the blood, they are also your own children."
A puff of smoke came in: "You can have children even if you divide yourself."
< br>Hu Qing : ". Each of you Eight Immortals crossing the sea has magical powers."
Hu Huahua: "Who are the Eight Immortals? Are they very powerful?"
Hu Nuan doesn't know either. When she was five years old, she was Didn't hear the story.
"The Eight Immortals, the Eight Immortals are gods from a mortal country. They - by the way, they have magic weapons. I can be their magic weapon!" Hu Qing suddenly became excited, "I can copy all the magic weapons of the gods."< br>
Why didn’t she think of so many themes, such as the Chaos Clock with the Sky-Opening Axe, the Divine Whip of the Universe Circle?
Excited, Hu Qing lost all sleepiness and interest in coaxing the children, and chased them out together: "Go, go, go to sleep. I'm going to make a weapon."
< br>How many people are there: "Big After all the trouble at night, you haven't told the story of the Eight Immortals yet."
Hu Qing: "Why don't you sleep? Isn't it good to work on your career? If you don't want to sleep, just go to the fire room and give me a hand. ”
None of them wanted to sleep, so they all went to help, preparing materials for her according to Hu's gentle instructions. They walked around and went around the table to watch her draw.
What did Hu Qing draw?
Pure Yang sword, wine gourd, banana fan, fishing drum, lotus, medicine basket, flute, and wat board.
After thinking about it, she took off the lotus flower and drew an iron crutch.
Before, she made a lotus seat for Shui Xin and upgraded it to a parallel lotus. At this moment, she didn't want to see the lotus at all.
On the contrary, Tieguai seems to be a perfect match for the old beggar Yunzhong.
Thinking about it again, she also took out the Pure Yang Sword. She wanted to refine the sword and refine the demon sword for Xuan Yao. She didn’t want to be distracted by refining the fairy sword now.
What should I change to?
After some thought, I drew a whip.
The pictures of the eight magic weapons were finally taken shape. They were laid out on the workbench and Hu Nuan began to pick them.
Hu Nuan said: "I want this basket."
It's really just a basket, empty inside, and its structure can only be described as ordinary and exquisite.
Hu Huahua wants a banana fan and thinks it matches her very well.
Hu Zhuzhu wants a fishing drum, which can make thunder and beat the drum at the same time, making many noises.
Hu Caicai asked for a wine gourd, but he turned out to be a drinker. Xuan Yao looked at this and that, choosing the poor households.
Hu Qing said: "I'm just making a preliminary model. It's not of much use. You can play with it."
It's just a preliminary trial version. It needs to be made to be used for further development.
He said to Xuan Yao: "After doing this, you can retreat with me, and I will make a magic sword for you."
It is to make his natal sword, and he will refine it together to better integrate it.
Xuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief, then there was no need to make a choice.
Each of the Eight Immortals’ magic weapons has its own merits. They can cure diseases and save lives, purify and exorcise evil spirits, punish evil and promote good, slay demons and eliminate demons, assist in spiritual practice, etc. Hu Qing thought of ways to add these functions correspondingly.
Because it was just a preliminary experimental version, she decided to make it into a magic weapon. For her now, it is a bit difficult - she has to be very controlling in order not to exceed the quality of the magic weapon.
So it was refined very quickly, and it only took a few days to come out of the furnace.
They are all very beautiful, with formations added inside and spells can be used.
Hu Nuan raised the basket: "Is it just to keep it fresh?"
Hu Qing: "It's for herbs."
Hu Huahua shook her fan: "The wind is quite cool."
Hu chuckled. The real plantain fan extinguished fire and stopped the wind and turned a stone into a magic weapon. Forget the first two points, it turned a stone into a magic weapon. That is really a fairy tale.
Hu Zhuzhu knocked on the fishing drum. The sound was very loud, but he thought it could be louder.
Hu Caicai held the vermilion wine gourd and rolled her eyes, already thinking of who to ask for a drink from.
Hu Qing stuffed several other things into them: "Go and play with your friends. If you have any ideas, wait until I come out of seclusion. Bring the iron crutch to Master, I will honor him."
Xuan Yao stayed behind. When she was practicing these exercises, all she was thinking about was the magic sword. Now her thoughts had taken shape and she could retreat.
Yunzhong received Hu Qing's filial piety without saying a word for a long time. It didn't matter that he was a crook, he didn't know that she was scolding him, but with the quality of the magic weapon, was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to beg for food when he dressed up as an old beggar?
He took a deep breath: "I thank your mother."
Thanks to her for making such an ugly crutch that can hardly be seen on the table, and for making it look old.
When the person who gave him the abductor left, Yun Zhong stared at the abductor. The more he looked at it, the angrier he became and the more he laughed. He grabbed the crutch and jumped up.
“I’ll see if this can help me beg for food!”
I was so out of breath that a ghost came out of the clouds and turned into an old beggar with ragged clothes and gray hair covering his face. His shorts were torn and his trousers were dirty, with holes all over the edges of his trousers. It was visible to the naked eye that one of his legs was crippled and he could only use crutches.
I limped for two steps and laughed at myself again. There is no living thing around here, who is he showing off to?
Inhale, tear open the space, one foot high and one foot low. Damn it, he's used to being lame!
On the other end, the light refiner sealed the entire fire chamber in a barrier, and he bent over his desk to draw pictures. Swish, swish, swish, I drew twelve pictures in one breath.
Xuan Yao couldn't close his mouth: "So many?"
Hu Qing hummed: "A demon dragon can only produce this at most."
She seemed to Just talking to myself, and then leaning down to paint.
Xuan Yao saw sets of light armor taking shape next to him, and he couldn't close his mouth again: "So many?"
"Oh, it's not enough. The quality of the dragon scales varies, I should kill a few more."
Xuan Yao hurriedly said: "That's enough, that's enough."
"Not enough. Forget it, get rid of the bad ones and only use the good ones." Hu Qing compared and compared, threw away a few pieces of paper, then threw away a few more pieces of paper, murmuring, "It doesn't look good, does it?" "
Xuan Yao: "It's very beautiful."
Hu Qing: "It's not convenient enough and needs to be changed. This place, this place, this place is too cumbersome. Here, let's refine it. Uh, no, we can't use a cross structure, and the buckles are not suitable either. Hiss - redraw."
Doodle and change on a piece of paper, throw it away, and draw again.
Xuan Yao understood that his mother was in working mode and could not hear him.
Then he——has finished painting too.
(End of this chapter)