The woman next door suffered a chemical attack all day long, cursing and cursing, and finally she shed a few tears, which was the saliva flowing out of her eyes.
It happened that her son came back in the evening.
The woman was so jealous that she lost her mind and said, "Son, buy the little widow next door and give her to me as a slave."
The son who knew for the first time that there was a little widow next door was confused, what was going on?
The woman cried and fell into his arms: "That little widow is ignorant. She is not willing to let me serve you."
The son's black line, he also knew his mother's personality well, and said: "Mom, is the person next door just an ordinary mortal?"
The woman choked and her eyes rolled around.
As expected, the son's thoughts came true, and he mentioned his own affairs: "Outer disciple Dabi, mother, please don't cause trouble for me at this time."
His tone was light, and he was clearly distant from the woman. Not all children have a harmonious relationship with their mothers.
He was still a child when he came to Huazong, and he felt sorry for his mother who was abused by his father when he was young, so he must take his mother away when he got the chance to be immortal. He thought, he wanted to save his mother.
However, people always grow up, and when they grow up and look back on the past, they will discover the truth that they could not discover when they were children. He truly admires his mother, and she relies on him fully, but the fragments in his memory flash through what he thought was the warmth.
There is actually only one sentence in the time between mother and child: Son, you have to strive for your best and let your mother live a good life like a master.
At first, these words cheered him up. Later, he would wonder why his mother didn't care about him because the servants were taking care of her. And later, he understood clearly.
He thought that he had fulfilled his mother's only wish, to support her until she grew old, and that he would truly be able to cultivate immortality without any worries.
Even though he thought about the concept of a loving mother and a filial son, she had never thought about it.
The son put a spiritual stone on the table, and sure enough, the woman's eyes shone with joy, she put the spiritual stone away, and never asked him whether he was tired or not after working hard at the door.
That's fine, a few spiritual stones can end the relationship, which is what he wants.
The son put down the spiritual stone and left. The woman held the spiritual stone and didn't feel anything was wrong. When a woman gets married, she obeys her husband. Now she obeys the son, and the son raises her. It is natural and right.
It would be better if the son could bring the little widow next door to honor her.
If Hu Qing knew about it, he would say to her: You are afraid that your son will live too long.
With the money, Hu Qing couldn't wait to buy a refining furnace. Although it would cost more than half of her family's wealth, she really couldn't wait any longer.
Putting the medium-grade spiritual stone in his purse, he compared a dozen or so weapon-refining shops, stood outside his door and listened to a lot of gossip from customers, and finally bought a weapon-refining furnace from a time-honored brand.
The clerk's nostrils turned up and he looked down on her very much, and he didn't care at all, because she could only afford the cheapest one without any additional services. One day she would become a rich man, and she would have the opportunity to enjoy VIP treatment.
According to customers, this time-honored restaurant's style is a bit outdated, but its quality is definitely second to none.
Hu Qing does not choose style, only quality. Moreover, in her eyes, this simple furnace with only a few rough patterns has a clumsy and heavy texture.
I returned home happily, took a bath and changed clothes, and prepared for the ceremony of recognizing the Lord.
Silk cloth: It’s just a broken stove.
Recognizing the master is very simple, either divine consciousness or blood, Hu Qing chooses blood.
Haha, it sounds like she has a choice.
The surface of the refining furnace looks like a palm-sized bronze tripod, with a round body, a round cover, three legs and two ears. The broad waistband floating around the tripod is a pattern.
This aesthetic is quite straight-male.
Hu gently opened the lid, revealing the circular interior. The interior was not absolutely smooth, but had small planes like scales, like the marks of manual hammering.
His left hand was hanging in the air above the refining furnace, and his right hand was holding the dagger behind his back. The tip of the knife was drawn from bottom to top, and blood flowed down instantly in a line.
Oops, I’m so excited and I’m using too much energy.
Hu Qing quickly put down the dagger, pulled the loose buckle of the silk cloth on his left wrist, and wrapped up the slender wound in a few strokes.
Silk cloth: Goo, goo, goo, goo... I’m used to it.
When Hu Qing was collecting medicine in the wild, he would inevitably be injured by thorns, plants or animals. Whenever there was a wound, silk cloth would come out.
Silk Bu himself never expected that the dragon trapped in the shallows would surrender his status and be willing to recognize his master with blood. This unreliable master would dare to feed his blood as food. Especially, he did not feel respected at all.
Get used to it.
The silk cloth that she was used to automatically stopped the bleeding for her. Hu Qing looked down at the alchemy furnace without any knowledge. The blood flowed so fast that it covered the bottom of the cauldron in one go. She couldn't use so much to recognize the master, and it was full of blood.
What a waste. She felt the heart of her left hand and saw that the blood seemed to have stopped flowing, so she took off the silk cloth again, balled it up and stuffed it into the refining furnace.
Silk cloth: What the hell -
Hu Qing looked at the palm of his left hand. Sure enough, the wound had healed in a few seconds, and nothing could be seen except a pink mark.
Praising the silk cloth: "Little cutie, you are really my considerate little assistant."
This speed, certain towels and certain stickers combined are no match for you.
Silk cloth: You just act like a human being with your mouth.
Hu Qing pressed two fingers on the silk cloth and turned it inside. The silk cloth was completely numb.
Next to me, Hu Huahua screamed, disgusted with everything.
Silk cloth: You are not a good person either.
Hu Qing held the refining furnace and licked his lips greedily, as if what he was holding was not a piece of metal but a life-saving delicacy.
It's not a bad thing to say it's a life-saving thing. With the refining furnace, she can rent a refining room and practice to her heart's content. For such a long time, apart from absorbing spiritual energy when forging, the only way to do it is to use spiritual stones.
Can she afford to eat spiritual stones? Or should she absorb the spiritual energy from nature to be more diligent and frugal in running the household?
The only regret is that the rental price of the weapon refining room is still ten low-grade spiritual stones a day, and I don't know if it will be reduced in the future. She now has more than 700 spiritual stones, which can be squandered once.
She has made up her mind to make money immediately after this trip.
After the palm-sized weapon-refining furnace dripped blood and recognized its owner, it established a mysterious relationship with Hu Qing. Hu Qing inexplicably understood how to use it, and with a thought in his mind: "Chang." he threw the weapon-refining furnace into the open space in the yard.
I saw the small refining furnace slowly spinning out, facing the wind, falling to the ground with a whirring sound, and making a dull sound with the ground.
Hu Qing looked straight at it, this was not magic, this was magic. One day, she would also be a person with magic.
Silk cloth: I don’t know. As long as we recognize the Lord, mortals can control it. Oh, it’s wrong. Mortals have no spiritual power and cannot recognize the Lord.
The enlarged weapon-refining furnace was as high as Hu Qing's chest. She pushed hard, but she couldn't push it. The furnace wall was very thick, as wide as a fist, and about one and a half meters in diameter. The three thick legs were small.
It looks cute when it's young, but when it gets bigger, it looks like a crocodile's flexed legs.
Hu Qing patted the weapon-refining furnace with satisfaction: "Not bad, very good. At first glance, he has a good physique that can kill people."
At this time, the paper crane flew over, and Hu Qing thought, what did Qiao Yu, who was disliked by others, do?
