The master of Dial Pavilion smiled and said: "Just two spiritual stones, we don't have any spiritual beads."
After saying that, he placed two low-grade spiritual stones on the table.
And curious: "Why do you treat us to expensive snacks, but charge us for cheap snacks?"
Hu Zhuo: "Business is business. Your mind is your mind. The boss of the pavilion——"
With a playful smile, he rubbed his hands and was embarrassed to say anything.
The Master of the Dial Pavilion: "If you have anything to say, just say it while I'm in a good mood."
Hu Zhuo said: "Boss Pavilion Master, um, um - do you accept - the handyman?"
The Master of Sundial Pavilion was slightly stunned. According to the normal routine, even if he is not asking whether to accept a disciple, he should also ask whether to accept a younger brother, right? What happened to the handyman?
Chunluo sneered: "Qianji Pavilion humiliated you and made you disdain to officially join?"
"No, no." Hu Zhuo waved his hands hurriedly: "The boss of the pavilion is my idol——"
"Oh, I understand." Chunluo suddenly realized it and showed admiration: "You want to be a ghost cultivator. What is it that makes you want to live? Tell me and listen."
Hu Zhuo: "."
The Master of Dial Pavilion patted Chunluo's hand reproachfully. Chunluo rolled his eyes half a circle and pouted in boredom.
Hu Zhuo said: "Boss Pavilion Master, can I learn the art of mechanism from you?"
Seeing the exquisite mechanism room of Qianji Pavilion, Hu Zhuo felt a fire burning in his heart, and the fire became stronger and stronger and could not be stopped.
Originally, he was ashamed. He thought he should dedicate his whole life to weapons, so why did he become tempted again after seeing the mechanism technique? He felt like a scumbag.
But he followed the believer and said that if he likes weapons, he can also like mechanism arts. This is the same family. As long as he likes it, he can pursue it. Young people should have a wide range of hobbies.
Well, everything his sister said is right.
Hu Zhuo got rid of the shackles of his thoughts and started to step into two boats.
I bought the book on Mechanism, but before I started studying it, I met the master of Qianji Pavilion who came to his food stall for a night party. Isn't this an opportunity given to him by God? If he doesn't seize it, will it be like a thunderbolt?
Following God's will, Hu Zhuo spoke boldly.
Mechanism technique? For the purpose of Mechanism technique?
The Master of Dial Pavilion was surprised for a moment and said in astonishment: "It is not common for people who like mechanism skills."
Hu Zhuo's eyes were burning: "I like it very much."
The master of the Dial Pavilion smiled: "Nowadays, Qianji Pavilion is the best in Qiye Tian's mechanism. Although I am the master of the branch pavilion, I am actually not good at this method."
He paused slightly and saw that the young man was not depressed by his words. The burning passion was obviously not because of him. He believed that even if he refused, the young man who was unable to find a way would find other ways.
The Master of the Dial Pavilion secretly lamented his passionate and persistent age, and changed his subject: "But the Qianji Pavilion branch has the responsibility to select disciples for the main pavilion. If you really have this talent and can pass the entry test, I can recommend you to join the Qianji Pavilion."
Jige."
Enter Qianji Pavilion?
Hu Zhuo hesitated for a moment. Weapon refining was his true love, and he was sure that this would never change in his life. Machinery Technique ranked second, and ranked last.
Moreover, he didn't want to leave Baopingfang, nor Hu Qing. Personally speaking, the freedom and support Hu Qing gave him were unprecedented. He had a premonition that even if he went to other places or sects, even if he was trained in key areas, he would not be able to
There is nothing better for him than Hu Qing.
That feeling is like——
One is that a weed seed is given a thousand acres of fertile soil and can grow as it pleases.
One is that good flowers and good grass can be divided into one area in the flower garden and spiritual field.
Hu Zhuo, who is young at heart, likes to grow as long as he wants and wants that freedom.
He hesitated, hesitated, and smiled: "Boss Pavilion Master, I, I, I don't dare to expect the favor of a big sect like Qianji Pavilion. I just want to learn a little bit from you, okay?"
"Ha. I actually look down on Qianji Pavilion. I'm curious, which family do you study under?" The master of Sundial Pavilion was really interested: "Could it be the enemy of Qianji Pavilion?"
"No, no, no, I'm just a little rookie who can't even be considered a figure. I have nothing to do with Qianji Pavilion. I look up to Qianji Pavilion." Hu Zhuo quickly explained, fearing that in the dead of night
On the street, I ended up dead because of a misunderstanding.
Sundial Pavilion Master: "Since there is no grievance or enmity, let's give it a try. You and I are both free anyway, and the entrance test is very simple."
"No, no, no, I can't reach such a high level. I'm not worthy of it."
“You can’t say whether it’s worthy or not. You’ll know once you try it.”
For a while, the two of them gradually became louder, one kept inviting, the other kept rejecting, it was very similar to the forced buying and selling.
Chunluo was completely ignored. Naturally, she could see that the man was actually teasing the child, so she slowly ate side dishes and drank soy milk, waiting for her to finish the two portions of food alone - well, he was not her sweetheart.
You don't need to eat now that you're alive - the two of them are still arguing.
It's rare to see him in such a good mood.
She put on the veil again, straightened her clothes, raised her palm, and a small stream of spiritual power hit the side of Hu Zhuo's head. Hu Zhuo rolled his eyes and his body fell limp.
The Master of Dial Pavilion gave him a hand and made him lie forward on the table.
"Why are you impulsive again?" The voice was unhappy.
Chunluo said: "When there is time to talk nonsense, let him do the test. If it is not suitable, there is no need to waste words. If it is suitable, continue to talk."
The Master of Dial Pavilion raised his voice: "Is this what I'm talking about? Chunluo, how many times have you promised me to restrain my temper? Count yourself and how many times you have done it?"
Chunluo lowered his eyelids, and his thick eyelashes cast clear black shadows in the candlelight at night: "It's not a big deal."
The Master of Dial Pavilion was angry: "Just because you don't restrain yourself in small things, you can't control yourself in big things. Why does this child hinder you and hinder me? He has his own ideas. We can persuade and talk things through.
You can refuse, but why do you just knock the person unconscious and take him back? It's just because he is weak, so you don't take him seriously. If he is someone stronger than you, how dare you?"
Chunluo raised his head suddenly and shouted: "Okay, it's my fault again. Everything you say makes sense, but everything I do is wrong. I didn't kill anyone, and I helped him get a chance. Besides, this is me
Why do you care about his affairs?"
Stubborn and stubborn, and refuses to change despite repeated admonitions.
The Master of Dial Pavilion was so angry that his eyes were filled with black fire: "You, I - I'm too lazy to care about you."
Bang, Chunluo stood up suddenly, took down the stool behind him, walked forward in air-conditioning, and disappeared into the street in a few steps.
The master of the Dial Pavilion stood up and raised his feet to chase after him. He looked at Hu Zhuo who had fallen on the table. He gritted his teeth, tucked the man sideways under his arm, and got into the engine car.
After putting the person down, he got down again, put away all the things in the stall, and drove away with the dark-skinned person in the tractor-trailer.
Hu Zhuo had no idea what happened after he fell into coma. The fish to be slaughtered was usually carried away by a machine truck.
As the night faded and the sky lit up and darkened, Hu Qing came out of the weapon refining room to stretch his joints.
"Hu Zhuo, Hu Zhuo?" She rubbed her neck and came to the front: "Let's have a pot dinner tonight. Then let's kill the cow -"
"Mom, Brother Zhuo hasn't come back yet." Hu Huahua ran out kicking eggs: "I went out to sell fried dough sticks and I haven't come back yet."
Hu Qing was stunned for a moment: "Not yet? There are too many fried dough sticks. Hu Huahua, don't use so much oil next time - the egg is alive, and it's rude for you to kick it like this."
