The paint Hu Qing bought was said to never fade, so she just listened to the seller's guarantee. She mixed several colors and finally settled on the classic color: Ah Huang.
"Huahua, do you know Ah Huang? Ah Huang is the most famous little cutie."
Hu Huahua looked at the dark brown soup in horror, grabbing Hu Qing's arm with her tender little paws: I won't go down, I won't go down, I won't go down -
The ruthless old mother pressed the palm of fate: "Come on Huahua, mom will dye your hair. Even though it is your first time, mom will definitely turn you into the cutest and cutest Ah Huang."
No--
Hu Huahua was pressed into a concoction with a strange taste. The water was warm but could not warm his cold heart.
Hu Qing was holding his head, with only his nose exposed above the water. It was so funny to see Hu Huahua slaying herself with her eyes and mouth closed.
Hu Qing laughed heartlessly and thought it was almost done, turning him over and soaking him for a long time.
The naive Hu Huahua felt that he would never forget the feeling of being unable to control himself, and in the future he would know that there would be more opportunities for him to be unable to control himself.
My mother and sister are definitely the most terrifying creatures in the world.
The flower was taken out of the water, covered with hair, and dripping with tan concoction. When dried in the sun, the tan color turned into... earthy yellow.
A very standard Ah Huang.
Hu Qing looked around and felt that the khaki color was too uniform and looked a little fake. So he took a big brush and applied a few more patches to his head and back. The color looked darker and less fake.
"I just said I can do it. Look how beautiful it is. When you can walk, mom will take you out for a walk."
So, why go out before you can leave? Why bother his hair now?
Hu Qing looked at the newly baked Ah Huang and was very satisfied. Yes, it is so down-to-earth.
The little thing's stomach gurgled, reminding her, an incompetent breeder, that it was time to feed her.
After washing vegetables, cooking, and taking care of the children, after finishing everything, Hu Qing sat cross-legged on the bed and said, "Reiki, Reiki, I'm here." For a long time, I opened my eyes in confusion, why can't I see?
That's not right, she clearly introduced Qi into her body, and it felt exactly like what Shui Xin described. There was also a faint sense of Qi in her Dantian, so why couldn't she see it?
Mingming Shuixin said the same thing as Hu Nuan said, saying that as long as you have spiritual roots and find the right feeling, you can "see" spiritual energy. Spiritual energy has colors, ordinary white without attributes and colors corresponding to various spiritual roots. Spiritual roots can
Absorbing the corresponding aura light points, those with no attributes can also replenish spiritual power. Auras with other attributes are not easy to absorb, and even if they are absorbed, it is not easy to integrate.
But why can't she see anything?
Aroused false anger?
But the dirt on my body is obviously the result of preliminary washing and descaling to eliminate body impurities. It can't be that I sweat too much and get dusty?
Can't figure it out.
Hu Qing recited the art of introducing qi into the body all night long, but there was no response at all.
Despondent: "Huahua, God is playing tricks on my mother."
God: I really don’t have the time.
"Is the place wrong?" Hu Qing pondered: "Our yard is not good. If it doesn't work for me, I will try to go to the blacksmith shop."
Hu Huahua swallows more, and you want me to stay behind again?
Hu Qing: "Be good and wait until I come back to make dumplings."
Hu Huahua: I don’t want it. I don’t eat vegetables or noodles. I only eat meat.
He had no right to speak, so Hu Qing still made noodles and forced them in, cooked meatballs and put them in his mouth.
After I left the house, I remembered the incident yesterday afternoon. Seeing the silence next door, the woman should be worried, right? If she keeps pestering her, she won't be polite.
Tiesheng waited in the shop with eyes wide open: "Sister, you are finally here."
Seeing that he looked like he had found his backbone, Hu Qing was also very helpless: "You can do something, or practice cultivation, waiting for me is a waste of time."
Tiesheng breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know what to do."
Hu Qing was speechless: "What did you do when your master was here?"
Tiesheng: "I will do whatever my master tells me to do."
Okay, just poke and move.
She looked at the deserted shop: "Where are the objects made by your master?"
Tiesheng: "All sold out."
Hu Qing felt bad: "Selling it cheap?"
Tiesheng: "If it's cheap from the neighborhood, it's cheaper."
Hu Qing felt dizzy: "Where's the dagger I saw before? Your master said it cost fifty low-grade spiritual stones."
Tiesheng thought about it for a moment: "Ah, um, an uncle said that he was short of money, so he bought ten spiritual stones. He will replenish them to me when he has money later."
Hu Qinghe: "Uncle? Do you know him? What is his name? Where does he live? Have you issued an IOU?"
Tiesheng blinked: "Uncle passing by."
Hu Qing was so angry. If she had known that this person couldn't defend him, she would have rushed over to rob him immediately.
It's just looting, those people are brazenly looting because they are good at talking.
Mad.
This fool.
She wanted to scold him but couldn't bear it seeing his innocent look on his face. Hu Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Go ahead and make daggers. Just make ten of them like the one your master made."
Tiesheng scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'll give it a try."
Hu Qing glared: "You don't know how?"
"I can. Master will watch me from the side."
"..."
Tired of good intentions.
There was more than just one blacksmithing table. This time Hu Qing picked a piece of fine iron from the pile of materials used by the old master and burned it in the furnace.
Tiesheng glared: "Hit me well, or I will scold you."
Tiesheng looked happy: "Hey."
I'm speechless. As expected, I have to curse before I can move. How did the master teach me?
Old Master: I’ve been like this since I was a child. What can I do?
Tie Sheng happily went to prepare the materials. Hu Qing looked at his back and shook his head slightly, staring into the furnace. It took half an hour for the hammer to burn red yesterday. How long will it take to heat the fine iron today?
Less than half an hour.
It seems that the material used for the hammer is more difficult to melt than fine iron.
Hu Qing took out the fine iron piece and beat it with a tinkling sound. She was still in the same state as yesterday. With the sound of knocking, she slowly entered the state. This time, she clearly felt something subtle pouring into her limbs with her movements.
In Bai Skeleton's pores, the faint sense of Qi in the Dantian became obvious.
Aura.
Practice.
She is absorbing spiritual energy and practicing.
Hu Qing was confused, so he needed to forge his own cultivation? I remember when Hu Nuan started practicing, he would stand and count, then sit and count, and then sit cross-legged and meditate. So, is this a process?
After a whole day of work, Hu Qing only made a rough model of the iron-sheng dagger.
"It takes me three days to refine a dagger." He smiled naively.
Hu Qing: "Okay, take your time, I'll come back tomorrow."
Tie Sheng smiled with satisfaction.
Hu sighed lightly, this child has to stand up on his own.
Every day that followed, Hu Qing came to the blacksmith shop to practice. She tried many times at home, but she couldn't do it. She thought it might be because there was no blacksmith shop at home and there was more spiritual energy here.
And a group of young disciples in the Chaohua Sect finally got dressed up and started their spring outing - no, it was for training.
