Somehow, Lin Shu didn't hear the insidiousness of Hu Qing's words, nor Leng Ruo, but Hu Nuan actually understood them.
In the middle of the night, she touched Hu Qing's bed and pinched Hu Zhuo's left wrist, actually pinching the silk cloth: "Give me a way to get a man pregnant."
Silk cloth: "..."
Qingna, hurry up and listen to what our Nuanbao says, the sky is about to fall!
In the darkness, Hu Qing stared at her: "You are so anxious to make me your grandma?"
Hu Nuan: "I've grown up, if one day I lose control -"
Hu Qing's eyes will pop out. Which one do you want to be unable to control?
Hu Nuan: "Face reality, Mom, I'm older."
Facing the reality, Hu Qing coldly ordered the silk cloth in his heart: "Give it to her."
Silk cloth wanted to go crazy: "Can I be reliable?"
Hu Nuan couldn't hear his voice and asked Hu Qing: "Don't give it?"
Hu Qing: "What if that man pays the price with his life?"
The two stared at each other.
Silk cloth: "Practice and wait until you become gods."
Hu Qing told Hu Nuan: "If you become a god, you can ask men to give birth to your children."
Hu Nuan: "Ah - it's so difficult to have a child."
Hu Qing scolded her for being stupid: "I don't have children even if I don't have children."
Hu Nuan: "Then let Hua Huahua peanut."
Hu Huahua turned into a puppy and jumped in: "Sister, you are so stupid, you can use blood and spirit to create a child."
Two birds flew in, Hu Zhuzhu and Hu Caicai: "Steal the eggs and pour them into your blood, they are also your own children."
A puff of smoke came in: "You can have children even if you divide yourself."
Hu Qing: "... Together with you, the Eight Immortals can cross the sea and each has his or her own magical powers."
Hu Huahua: "Who are the Eight Immortals? Are they very powerful?"
Hu Nuan didn't know either. She hadn't heard this story when she was five years old.
"The Eight Immortals, the Eight Immortals are gods from a mortal country. They - by the way, they have magic weapons. I can be their magic weapon!" Hu Qing suddenly became excited, "I can copy all the magic weapons of the gods."
What about the sky-opening axe, the chaos clock, the universe circle and the divine whip? Why didn’t she think of so many themes?
Excited, Hu Qing completely lost his sleepiness and interest in coaxing his children, so he chased them out together: "Go, go, go to bed. I'm going to make a weapon."
How many people said: "After all this trouble at night, you still haven't told the story of the Eight Immortals."
Hu Qing: "Why don't you sleep? Isn't it great to start a career? If you don't want to sleep, just go to the fire room with me, just in time to give me a hand."
None of them wanted to sleep, so they all went to help her and prepared materials for her according to Hu's gentle instructions. They walked around and went around the table to watch her draw.
What did Hu Qing draw?
Pure Yang sword, wine gourd, banana fan, fishing drum, lotus, medicine basket, flute, and wat board.
After thinking about it, she took off the lotus flower and drew an iron crutch.
Previously, she made a lotus base for Shui Xin and upgraded it to a parallel lotus. Now, she didn't want to see the lotus at all.
On the contrary, Tieguai seems to be a perfect match for the old beggar Yunzhong.
Thinking about it again, she also took out the Pure Yang Sword. She wanted to refine the sword and refine the Demon Sword for Xuan Yao. She didn't want to be distracted by refining the Immortal Sword now.
So what to change?
After thinking for a while, I drew a donkey whip.
The pictures of the eight magic weapons were finally taken shape, and they were laid out on the workbench, and several Hu Nuan began to pick them.
Hu Nuan said: "I want this basket."
It is really just a basket, empty inside, and its structure can only be described as ordinary and exquisite.
Hu Huahua wants a banana fan and thinks it suits me very well.
Hu Zhuzhu wants a fishing drum, which can make thunder and beat the drum at the same time, making many noises.
Hu Caicai asked for a wine gourd, but she turned out to be a drinker.
Xuan Yao looked at this and that, choosing households with difficulties.
Hu Qing said: "I'm just making a preliminary model. It's not of much use. You can just play with it."
It's just a preliminary trial version, it needs to be developed before further development inspiration.
He said to Xuan Yao: "After doing this, you can retreat with me and I will make a magic sword for you."
It is to make him a natal sword, and he can refine it together to better integrate it.
Xuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief, then there was no need to make a choice.
The magic weapons of the Eight Immortals each have their own merits. They can cure diseases and save people, purify and exorcise evil, punish evil and promote good, slay demons and eliminate demons, assist in spiritual practice, etc. Hu Qing thought of ways to add these functions correspondingly.
Because it was just a preliminary experimental version, she decided to make it into a magic weapon. For her now, it was a bit difficult - she had to be very controlling in order not to exceed the quality of the magic weapon.
Therefore, it was refined very quickly, and it only took a few days to come out of the furnace.
They are all very beautiful, with formations inside and the ability to use spells.
Hu Nuan picked up the basket: "Is it just to keep it fresh?"
Hu Qing: "Packed with medicinal herbs."
Hu Huahua shook her fan: "The wind is quite cool."
Hu chuckled. The real plantain fan extinguished fire and turned a stone into a magic weapon. Forget the first two points. It turned into a magic weapon by turning a stone into a magic weapon. It was really a fairy tale.
Hu Zhuzhu knocked on the fishing drum. The sound was very loud, but he thought it could be louder.
Hu Caicai held the vermilion wine gourd and rolled her eyes, already thinking of whom to ask for a drink.
Hu Qing gave them all the other things: "Go and play with your friends. If you have any ideas, wait until I come out of seclusion. Bring the iron crutch to the master, I will respect him."
Xuan Yao stayed behind. When she was practicing these exercises, all she was thinking about was the magic sword. Now her thoughts had taken shape and she could retreat.
Yun Zhong received Hu Qing's filial respect without saying a word for a long time. It didn't matter that she was a crook. He pretended that he didn't know that she was scolding him. But with the quality of the magic weapon, was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to beg for food when he dressed up as an old beggar?
He took a deep breath: "Thank you mom."
Thanks to her for making such an ugly crutch that can hardly be seen on the table, and for making it look old.
After the man who gave him the crutch left, Yun Zhong stared at the crutch. The more he looked at it, the angrier and angrier he became, and the more he laughed. He grabbed the crutch and jumped up.
"I'm just going to see if this kid can help me beg for food!"
When he was out of breath, a ghost came out of the cloud and he turned into an old beggar with ragged gray hair and face covering his face. His short clothes were torn and his long trousers were dirty. There were holes in the edges of the trousers. It was visible to the naked eye that one of his legs was useless and he could only use a crutch.
He limped for two steps and laughed at himself again. There wasn't even a living thing around, so who was he showing off to?
Breathing in, he tore open the space, one foot was high and the other was low. Damn, he was used to being lame!
On the other end, Hu Qingqing made a weapon to seal the entire fire chamber in the barrier, and he bent over his desk to draw pictures. He drew twelve pictures in one breath.
Xuan Yao couldn't close his mouth: "So many?"
Hu Qing hummed: "The most a demonic dragon can do is this."
She seemed to be just talking to herself, and then bent down to paint.
Xuan Yao saw a set of light armors taking shape next to him, and he couldn't close his mouth again: "So many?"
"Oh, it's not enough. The quality of the dragon scales varies. I should slaughter a few more."
Xuan Yao hurriedly said: "That's enough, that's enough."
"It's not enough. Forget it, get rid of the bad ones and only use the good ones." Hu Qing compared and compared, threw away a few pieces of paper, then threw away a few more pieces of paper, and muttered, "It doesn't look good, does it?"
Xuan Yao: "It's very beautiful."
Hu Qing: "It's not convenient enough. It needs to be changed. This place, this place, this place, it's too cumbersome. Here, let's refine it. Uh, no, we can't use a cross structure, and the buckles are not suitable either. Hiss - redraw."
Scribble on a piece of paper, change it, throw it away, and draw again.
Xuan Yao understood that his mother was in working mode and could not hear him.
