Three hundred and sixtieth chapters refining (two)
Manager Jiang asked how many spiritual stones were used to buy the house of the head of the Chun family. When Hu Qing said it, he made a mental calculation and said: "If the house is in good condition, the price is not bad. You demolished it and rebuilt it again, and you lost money."
Hu Qing's mouth twitched. She couldn't bear to hear such words now, and comforted herself: "The location is good."
Manager Jiang smiled and said, "Buyers never get cheap prices."
Hu Qing was twitching with heartache, wasn't it? She never got an advantage when buying things. In other words, she was easy to take advantage of.
Next time, next time she sees the gold medal brother, she will definitely not take out a single spiritual stone.
No, never again!
"Are there any more sea melon seeds? Give me some. Everyone in the family likes them."
Hu Qing gave him ten kilograms to buy food, but she never saves.
After leaving Baicao Pavilion, she went to a street where spiritual pets were sold. Then she would be too busy to spend time with Hu Huahua, so she had to have someone at home to play with him.
There are all kinds of things that fly in the sky, run on the ground, swim in the water, and burrow in the earth.
Hu Qing looked around, unable to make up his mind, and asked Hu Huahua in his bag: "Which one do you like?"
Hu Huahua: These idiots are not worthy.
He didn't choose, so he asked the waiter: "Which one is delicious?"
Guy: "..."
Hu Qing smiled, picked up the ones that ran quickly and bought some, including ten pairs of rabbits, ten pairs of golden pheasants, two dog cubs, two leopard cubs, and two tiger cubs.
These were domesticated and bred by monks from generation to generation, and the price is not very high. But it still hurts Hu Qingqing like cutting flesh.
There are also spirit beast eggs in the store, which are placed in large transparent grids and small grids. In order to better establish a relationship with their spirit pets, some monks will take them with them and hatch them themselves.
Hu Qing looked at it and found that there was no egg that looked the same as his own, even if it was the same yellow or purple color.
The spirit animal store delivered goods to her door. She bought a lot and gave all the spirit pets a month's rations as a gift.
Hu Qing looked at the cart of rations and felt that it was very necessary to build an ecological circle at home. He would raise these first and if they were well raised, he would buy some cattle and sheep to eat grass next time.
After closing the door, Hu Qing opened all the cages and unloaded a cart of food rations to the wall for them to eat as they pleased. Hu Huahua followed Hu Qing and couldn't figure out why he bought those little things.
At this moment, the little ones had dispersed and ran away. Hu Qing touched the dog son's head and said, "Huahua, that's a tiger. You won't be eaten by a tiger."
Hu Huahua’s little eyes are contemptuous, what the hell.
Hu Qing was relieved: "Then I'm going to refine the weapon. Can you do it by yourself?"
Hu Huahua: Go, go, don’t forget to come out and cook.
Hu Qing entered the refining room on the hill behind, put the purchased materials aside and sorted them, put out the refining furnace, took the materials and threw them in.
When rebuilding the weapon refining room, Hu Qing specifically asked for a black iron table to be built at a convenient location. The table was made into several different heights according to her height and exertion habits. Four golden toads swallowing the sea were placed next to them.
Full of water.
A complete set of tools is hung on the wall, and a long chain made of iron rings hangs from the top. The refined magic weapon can be hung on the iron rings.
Hu Qing decided to make flying swords. The worst-quality flying swords she bought in the past cost a thousand low-grade spiritual stones. The flying swords were in high demand, so they didn't have to worry about selling them, even if they made a small profit, they sold more.
Now that she is someone who can refine spiritual weapons, it is not difficult to make just a flying sword. Refining, purifying, fusing, shaping and cooling.
Hu Qing was a little dissatisfied holding the flying sword.
The quality of the flying sword was no problem, it could fly and kill people. But Hu Qing felt that he was clearly capable and if he refined it in large quantities to this level, it would be a waste and a waste of his energy.
She pondered for a moment, then threw the three-foot-long flying sword into the refining furnace. When its whole body became hot and red, she controlled it with her consciousness and landed on the black iron platform. She picked up the heavy hammer and smashed it hundreds or thousands of times.
After reprocessing, the flying sword became as thin as paper, as slippery as water, the blade was soft, and it was half narrower than before.
Probably women will like it.
Putting it into the refining furnace again, Hu Qing used his spiritual power to carve the flying formation and acceleration formation into the sword body. It was done in one go. This flying sword has reached the quality of a top-grade magic weapon.
Hu Qing hung it on the wall and touched it. Wait, did he forget something? Where is the scabbard?
Black line. Speaking of which, the scabbard is not mandatory. Everyone either uses a storage bag or a storage ring. It is very convenient to take the sword out without a scabbard and use it directly. If you wear a scabbard, you have to pull it out first, which is more
trouble.
However, some monks seem to like to wear their swords externally, so they must have a sheath.
It's best to refine it with demon beast skin, and she just happens to have a lot of it. The last time she upgraded White Kiss, she ran out of demon bones and demon pills, but not a single animal skin was used.
Hu Qing took the same materials and quantity, and continued to refine this thin and narrow flying sword. He became more and more skillful with it, until he could make it without thinking. Hu Qing counted it, no more, no less, a hundred.
I used animal skin to make the scabbard. It was much easier to make the scabbard. It was made in one furnace. Hu Qing thought that the flying sword would be more suitable for the female monk, so he made some beautiful patterns on the scabbard. It was simple.
Just don’t overwhelm the guest and usurp the host.
Next, Hu Qing increased the amount of materials used, and began to make flying swords that were longer, wider, and heavier. The steps were all the same. He made a hundred of them and hung them with scabbards on iron rings.
Two hundred flying swords, two sizes, sounds like a lot, but in fact it only takes a few chains to hang on the wall.
Hu Qing looked at those chains in a daze, and suddenly remembered the wholesale market he visited in modern times. Looking at the small facade outside, when he entered, the walls were full of chains hung like this. The clothes and goods were spread out like fish scales, and a dozen
On a flat floor, tens of thousands of goods can be hung out.
My two hundred flying swords can't even fit into a ten-square-meter shop.
When I think about it this way, I am not proud at all.
He sighed heavily, karma is not so easy to create.
There was not enough material, so she had to go out.
Hu Qing put away the flying sword and walked out without closing the door of the refining room.
Hu Huahua was playing outside. Hu Qing glanced at the egg and said, "Tsk, there is no change at all. The egg is strong."
"Huahua, there's still an empty fire inside, so you can bake eggs."
Hu Huahua said she didn’t want to do it now.
Hu Qing came out and looked around, but saw no trace of the little animals: "Where are the little animals? Have you eaten them all?"
Hu Huahua said no, they were all alive and well. The rabbit was in the hole, the chicken was on the tree, the dog was in front, the leopard was in the forest, and the tiger was on the top of the mountain.
Okay, so we each have our own territory and don’t interfere with each other? Are we good neighbors in the world of cultivation?
My compound is still deserted.
Hu Qing: "Should I buy some duck?"
The water system in the yard is not only a love lake, but also meandering water that passes through the surrounding flowers and trees, and there are also several small lakes and pools scattered around.
The ducks were lively, but duck poop was not a good memory. Hu Qing suddenly thought that chicken poop was not a good memory either, so he rushed to see those golden pheasants. Fortunately, these spiritual beasts seemed to have very good hygiene habits.
Dispose of the feces and urine yourself. If they can't be kept hygienic, Hu Qing really plans to stew them in a pot.
