"This girl has a good family! Do you want to be brother Xing'er's mother-in-law in the future?" The old Taoist laughed.
"Taoist Priest, do you still want to find several wives for the Taoist Priest in the future? Communism is only allowed to marry one wife." Who in the Xianjiqiao Brigade didn't know that the Taoist and Xiao Dajiang had arranged a baby marriage, and Zhang Fangqing heard about it with his own ears.
The old Taoist laughed and said, "Who knows what will happen in the future? If you see a well-behaved one, take advantage of it first and then talk about it."
Zhou Ping also quickly smiled and said: "Then Xiqiu won't do it. Xiqiu, right?"
Xiqiu looked at the little Taoist Priest, a little hesitant. The Taoist Priest's brother is quite good-looking, even better-looking than the Zaiyazi in the brigade, but it's a pity that he is engaged to Sister Hongxia. He is really hesitant.
Xiqiu shyly hid behind her mother's butt, stuck out her head and peeked at the little Taoist priest.
The little Taoist priest was very depressed, why does the master always want to find a wife for himself? Wouldn't it be nice for Xing'er to live with the master?
Xilai unzipped his tight pants from time to time to check if his little brother was still bleeding. The two needle-sized wounds made him a little scared, but luckily there were no puncture wounds!
"If you look like this, will you still dare to steal my mother's needles to make fishhooks in the future? I didn't catch a single fish, and you lost all my pack of needles." Zhou Ping couldn't help but hit Xilai on the head again.
"Why didn't I catch a fish? Isn't the herring in the fish basket a fish? The Taoist leader also caught more than ten light fish, and we grilled them for a while." Xilai said dissatisfied.
"By the way, how did you bend this needle into a fishhook?" Zhou Ping asked puzzledly.
"The little Taoist made it. I broke it off every time, and the little Taoist broke it right away," Xilai said.
Zhou Ping looked at the little Taoist priest doubtfully.
The little Taoist priest refused to take the blame and said quickly: "That's what Xilai insisted on letting me break. How about I break your sewing needle straight again?"
"No, no, no, I don't want this bastard to ruin my sewing needle again. But this sewing needle is so fragile, how did you turn it into a fishhook?" Zhou Ping smiled, she didn't want to accuse her.
"It's nothing. If you just do it like this, the sewing needle will bend by itself." Xiao Daochang really didn't care.
Zhou Ping glanced at the man, and the couple exchanged glances. They both thought: It turns out that the Taoist priest used Taoism.
The old Taoist glanced at the fishhook that had just been pulled off Xilai's little brother, and immediately felt that this fishhook was not simple at all. It was no longer made of the crispy material of a sewing needle, and had obviously been refined by his disciple.
, it can also be regarded as a very simple magical weapon. It can be called a magical weapon, but it is naturally not comparable to an ordinary fishhook.
In fact, it is not difficult to make a sewing needle into a fishhook. Both the veteran and Zhang Fangqing know how to do it. It is very simple. You only need to put the needle in the fire and heat it red. The needle will soften and it is easy to bend it.
In the shape of a fishhook. However, the strength of the fishhook produced in this way is not good, and it is certainly not as good as that of a specialized fishhook.
The material of the fishhook made by Xiao Daochang has been completely changed. Its strength and sharpness are far superior to ordinary fishhook. Not to mention piercing a happy bird, if you are not careful, you can even pierce the bones.
"Didn't Fang Qing say he wanted a hoe like mine? It's useless for you to ask me. My apprentice made that hoe," the old Taoist said.
"Really?" Zhang Fangqing asked in surprise.
"Do I need to lie to you? But don't tell anyone about this." The old Taoist was a little afraid that the entire Xianjiqiao brigade would come looking for his disciple with hoes.
"This can't be said. I'm happy to come, I'm happy to be in autumn. If you hear it, don't tell it!" Zhang Fangqing said.
After wandering around for a long time, I got back to the topic.
"Little Taoist Priest, can you make me a hoe like the Taoist Priest's?" Zhang Fangqing asked.
"Then it depends on whether there are any benefits." The little Taoist priest said.
Everyone's eyes widened. Little Taoist, your skills are really inherited from the old Taoist! Who in Xianjiqiao doesn't know that if you want the old Taoist to take action, you have to pay the price.
"Then what's the benefit for you?" Zhang Fangqing said with a smile.
"If you give me five, oh no, ten glutinous rice cakes, I will get you a hoe like that." The little Taoist counted on his hands before making up his mind.
Zhang Fangqing and his wife couldn't help but laugh non-stop, and the old Taoist also laughed, but if he didn't stop his disciple from asking for benefits, a Taoist cultivator would naturally not be able to work for others in vain.
"Yes! Don't say ten, even twenty, I will do it!" Zhang Fangqing said.
Twenty, the little Taoist priest gestured with his fingers. It was not enough to count, but he heard that the number must be more than ten, so he nodded: "Then twenty."
Zhang Fangqing laughed loudly and slapped his mouth lightly: "Look at my mouth."
Zhou Ping did not think that the Taoist Priest was greedy, but instead thought that the Taoist Priest was cute. People in the mountains would make glutinous rice cakes during every year and festival, let alone as a reward. Even if they gave twenty glutinous rice cakes to the Taoist Priest, they would still be able to do it even though it hurt a little.
get.
"Twenty, we can't change this time." Zhang Fangqing said with a smile.
"Yes." The Taoist priest nodded. He thought that twenty glutinous rice cakes would last a long time.
Zhang Fangqing went to get the best hoe at home.
The Taoist priest took the hoe, a golden light flew out of his hand, and the hoe changed its appearance instantly.
Just after refining this hoe, the little Taoist priest felt a little sleepy.
"Master, I'm going to sleep." The little Taoist lay on the old Taoist's lap and fell asleep.
"How about we let the little Taoist priest eat something before going to sleep?" Zhang Fangqing felt very sorry. He never expected that the little Taoist priest would be so tired.
"For us cultivators, Taoist methods cannot be used casually, as it consumes vitality. Xing'er is young, and his vitality can be easily replenished, but if he performs the method once, he will be so exhausted. If it weren't for you, I would never let it happen.
Xing'er casts spells casually," said the old Taoist.
"Taoist Priest, I really didn't know this would happen." Zhang Fangqing felt even more sorry.
"It's okay, it's okay, just take a nap and he'll be fine. It seems like he's not very hungry. Leave some food for him," the old Taoist said.
"Go quickly, leave some food for the Taoist Master. When the Taoist Master wakes up later, you can heat it up for him." Zhang Fangqing quickly ordered his mother-in-law.
Zhou Ping also felt a little guilty. Just now she felt reluctant to part with those twenty glutinous rice cakes, but now she realized that those twenty glutinous rice cakes were really not worth mentioning. No wonder the old Taoist priest kept silent and allowed the little Taoist priest to raise the price like a joke.
"What's wrong with Brother Xiaodao?" Xiqiu walked up to Lao Dao, her eyes filled with pure concern.
"Little Taoist Brother is tired. He will get up and play with Xiqiu after a nap." The old Taoist said.
"Brother Daochang will not die, right?" Xiqiu asked.
"Xiqiu, don't talk nonsense. Xiaodao has a long life! Why are you so ignorant?" Zhou Ping said quickly to her daughter.
"Children's words are unbridled, children's words are unbridled." The old Taoist laughed and touched Xiqiu, who had a flat mouth and was about to cry.
