Hu Qing nodded thoughtfully, was he like an accomplished person among mortals? He was more powerful than ordinary people, but not as good as a monk.
Tiesheng said sadly: "Even a woman who has never made iron is better than me. Master must be angry with me."
Hu Qing is speechless, who are you looking down on? Why is it that a woman is better than you? Maybe I am gifted in blacksmithing.
My heart moved, her talent is blacksmithing? It's not surprising, she has the dual spiritual roots of gold and fire. Gold and fire are the standard equipment for blacksmithing. Speaking of which, when she was about to awaken in the last days, she was so hot that she seemed to be burning.
Is it a fire power?
This question will probably never be answered.
But, right now, she likes the feeling of blacksmithing.
He smiled and said: "Tiesheng, I'll come back tomorrow. You clean up the shop and put the materials, semi-finished products, finished products, those for mortals and those for monks into different categories."
She naturally gave the order, and Tie Sheng naturally obeyed: "You should come early tomorrow."
Hu Qing was speechless, seeing that this child had no real backbone and someone had to support him.
I’m worried about the old master leaving.
Hu Qing put the cart in the shop and visited a few stores on the way back to buy some paint. When he was almost home, he ran into a neighbor woman.
Hu Qing was accustomed to passing by invisible, but unexpectedly the woman took the initiative to greet him.
"Mrs. Hu, go home."
Hu Qing faced a face with a forced smile and was frightened. Could this man be possessed by a ghost?
When someone you don't see passes by, I protect my body with righteousness, and all monsters and ghosts retreat.
The woman contorted her face. She looked down upon a disfigured little widow who carried a bottle of oil. If she didn't have cooking skills, she would not look down on her. She was not only good at cooking, although this little widow kept running away.
, but he has never brought a man back, so he should be an innocent person, which is better than that little vixen who came to the door and had sex with several men.
Moreover, the little widow cooks three delicious meals every day, which means she has money. When someone gets married and the two families become one, won’t she have a servant who cooks for nothing and doesn’t need her son to work hard to support the family?
?
Yes, this was a good deal. She had to talk to a matchmaker quickly.
Hu Qing didn't know that he had bloomed a rotten peach blossom and hurriedly returned home: "Huahua, are you hungry?"
Not only was I hungry, I was crying from hunger.
The hair on Hu Huahua's head was slightly wet under her eyes, and she closed her eyes without looking at her.
Hu Qing is good-tempered and funny. Before he can develop his temper, he will develop his temper first.
"I'm sorry, Mom came back late because something happened. I'm going to cook for you. What do you want to eat? The big bones are still warm. I'm not telling you, you are a grown man, how can you treat yourself when no one is at home?
Starved to death? Stand up and walk away. There are only two steps to the stove. You can eat by opening the lid."
While training, he reflected on himself: "I didn't expect it. I will put food in your mouth again when I go out."
There was milk on the side of my mouth. It had been boiled and now it was completely cold. I didn’t drink the little thing. Oh, I even picked it up.
After unpacking a plate of meat and putting it to the young master's mouth, she went to place a pot of noodles. After bringing the noodles in, she saw Hu Huahua looking at her, with no piece of meat around his mouth moved.
He suddenly softened and blamed: "You eat first, the child must not be hungry."
As he spoke, he put the noodles down, put the meat in, mixed it, and fed it to Hu Huahua's mouth.
Hu Huahua was shocked. He was a good and polite boy, so why did he force him to become a vegetarian?
Tigers are not vegetarian!
Hu Qing laughed loudly: "You must eat it, children can't be picky eaters."
In the end, he was forced to eat the noodles.
Early the next morning, Hu Qing cooked meat porridge and added chopped vegetable leaves. Hu Huahua took one look at the green inside and decisively closed her eyes. Unfortunately, it was useless. Hu Qing was able to open his mouth and drink it.
At this moment, I really hate my lack of strength.
Hu Qing cooked meatballs for him and put them to his mouth: "I don't know when I will come back, so don't wait for me."
Last night, she carefully recalled the state of ecstasy she felt while blacksmithing. It was definitely different from the way she felt obsessed with work in the past. It felt like, how should I put it, that all her attention was focused on one point, and it seemed as if she had disappeared.
Same, can't tell clearly.
She even had a dream about forging iron. There was a ball of fire and a ball of iron in the dark space. She waved her arms and swung...
I woke up the next day feeling refreshed and not aching at all.
This unscientific.
Hu Qing wanted to figure this out.
Pressing the dog's head: "Don't get angry with me. Mom is working hard to support the family, you and your sister."
When Tiesheng saw her coming, he smiled with two rows of big white teeth, and he seemed to be in better spirits than yesterday.
Hu Qing couldn't help but said: "Tiesheng, your master is gone, you have to prop up the shop, wait for your master to come back and let him see what you are capable of."
Tiesheng didn't have such ambitions. He used to listen to his master, but now that his master is gone, he doesn't know how to breathe.
Hu Qing asked him: "Are you practicing?"
Tiesheng said: "I have mixed spiritual roots. The master said that I am strong and simple in mind, so I am suitable for blacksmithing."
Hu Qingxin said, I think so.
Then he asked: "What level of cultivation are you at?"
Tiesheng: "Second level of Qi refining."
Ah, it’s as warm as my home.
Suddenly the old mother was so proud.
She said: "Then go ahead and practice. Can I try all the materials you have here?"
Tiesheng: "Okay, you just try, I will practice behind you. I can hear someone coming."
After he introduced her to the various raw materials in the shop, Hu Qing felt that this child was too heartless. Fortunately, he was not his own son. He deeply sympathized with the old master.
"Hey, won't the fire in this stove go out?"
Tiesheng said: "This is a line of earth fire. My master said that serious monks who refine weapons will not look down on such earth fire, so they can only make a living in this earth by making small things."
Hu Qing smacked his tongue, the ground fire that the monk looked down on could quickly burn the iron red, so how powerful must the fire the monk used be?
Tiesheng went to the back to practice. Hu Qing picked up a large piece of red copper, heated it red, and started banging it. She kept adjusting her standing posture, the front and back of her feet, the angle, and the strength of her waist, abdomen, and arms, trying to find the most comfortable place.
posture.
Gradually everything around her became dark, and she was immersed in consciousness. She could only see the fire around her and the copper in her hands. The heat of the fire danced around her, making her hair shine dark red, and the repeatedly tempered copper blocks reflected the golden light in her eyes.
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Countless times of swinging up and countless times of falling.
Click, a soft sound startled Hu Qing awake.
Only then did she realize that the copper block under her hand had turned into a fist-sized light golden mass, and the hammer used to hammer the copper block had cracked!
Hu Qing was stunned.
After thinking for a moment, she decisively put the hammer into the fire and burned it. Her eyes searched for another hammer. She turned around and found that the hammer in the furnace had not yet burned red. She looked thoughtfully. She lowered her head and looked at the hammer in her hand. The weight was the same.
That one was about the same quality...she didn't understand.
After waiting for about half an hour, the hammer with a slight crack was burned red.
She glanced at the iron pliers, but there was no change. She knew that these iron pliers were not the ordinary iron pliers she thought, and the material was definitely not ordinary.
