This time the weapon refining was not as smooth as before. The reason was that Xuan Yao had no idea at all.
It's better to refine weapons for Shui Xin. Shui Xin has clear requirements. Even if the requirements are too high, it's still a direction.
Xuan Yao is better——
"That's good."
"That's okay too."
"I like all of them."
"Mom, you decide."
Party A, who is so talkative, is driving Party B crazy. Damn it, if only you could make a decision!
Hu Qing was so angry that he lost his temper: "Okay, okay, go and see the stove."
There are more than a dozen refining furnaces with full firepower and ore burning inside. Naturally, her consciousness firmly controls every step of each furnace.
Xuan Yao trotted to the middle of the refining furnace, looked at them one by one, and gave her a silly smile.
Hu Qing turned her back. She was not a landowner, but she had a stupid son.
After calming down, twelve revised drawings were placed in front of him, and Hu Qing began to look at the drawings to form spiritual objects. Long swords with different shapes were outlined and solidified in the air, and they flew to Hu Qing's face one by one.
She inspected it with critical eyes, sometimes changing it with the flick of her fingers.
The first time Xuan Yao saw those long swords, he covered his mouth in shock and sneaked over on tiptoes.
Will this be his sword? Is it so good-looking? It already looks good on paper, but it looks even better in person. Not only does it look good, it’s also very powerful. Twelve swords are arrayed in the air, all up and down.
Make a circle, prick, snap, fit together.
Fit?!
Xuan Yao covered his mouth and his pupils trembled. The twelve swords turned into a huge giant sword!
And he’s extremely handsome and stylish!
Oh my god, if I appear with such a sword, I can attract everyone’s attention——
Xuan Yao now can't imagine that in the future, he will appear with a giant sword and not only attract everyone's attention, but also kill everyone.
Hu Qing frowned. The combined giant sword was not ideal and needed to be modified. More modifications.
Xuan Yao watched with his own eyes as she moved around, taking apart the giant sword, picking the divided swords here and there, then looking at the drawings, then throwing away the drawings, and then drawing again.
I don’t understand, why do you need to draw a picture? Can’t you just use a physical model to piece it together?
Hu Qing: So you are an outsider. Two-dimensional and three-dimensional are indispensable. Three-dimensional is a sensory practice, but two-dimensional carries your and my thoughts.
He sadly picked up the discarded drawings, thinking that one day, when he would become a master of weapon refining, he would make these drawings real.
Xuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mother, who was drawing dozens of pictures and finally finalizing the drawing.
But I never imagined that this was just the beginning.
Hu Qing's weapon refining is all about doing whatever you want. Except for the heavy swords that were mass-produced in the past, it is very responsible to say that as far away as the white-kissed thunder dragon and as close as the lotus in the heart of the water, none of the finished products are exactly the same as what she originally imagined.
of.
For example, Bai Kiss, she originally imagined a double-edged sword with thin strips, but what came out was a round sword with thin strips.
For example, for Thunder Dragon, she wanted to practice an axe, but ended up using claws instead.
When the Green Lotus Platform in the heart of the water was first refined in Xiaoli Realm, she wanted to make it into a jade tablet, but it turned out to be a hand piece. When she upgraded it outside Guixiao, she originally wanted to make it into a double-faced lotus, but it ended up being a double-faced lotus.
Bingtilian.
Who knows what she got for a monk!
She would rather let Shui Xin be disgusted than admit that she was uncontrollable in refining weapons.
Imagination, let it fly.
But this time, Hu Qing told himself countless times in advance: sword, sword, the sword must come out!
The draft must be done well!
The draft has been finalized, but all the stone essence in the refining furnace has not yet been burned.
These stone spirits were all scavenged from the gold-swallowing beast's den, and they were all of the highest quality. She was never stingy for her family.
The magic materials I obtained in the past were not of much use.
However, there is a magic dragon produced, so there is no need to use many others.
The main body of the magic sword is made of the backbone of the magic dragon, which has been divided and will be fused with the stone essence. Hu Qing began to polish it with Xuan Yao. The magic power of the dragon bone is rich, and it is not suitable to use spiritual power. Hu Qing has already found a way, so he can use other
Use small pieces of hard magic material to grind. The effect is very good.
But it is far inferior to Xuan Yao.
Xuan Yao is a demon body with similar attributes. Although he doesn't know how to refine weapons, he can instinctively know how to deal with it as soon as he gets started.
So he became the main force in polishing the dragon bones. Hu Qing only needed to watch and guide from time to time, and his main focus was on processing stone essence and other materials.
The better the stone essence, the harder it is to melt. Fortunately, there is a spiritual fire. Once it is fully burned, it is taken out and beaten on the black iron platform, one after another, with a loud and rhythmic sound.
Xuan Yao first looked at it once, twice, and three times... He became obsessed with it as he looked at it, his eyes fixed on the head of the hammer, and he followed it up and down and up and down...
After Hu Qing finished swiping a piece and called Xuan Yao, no one answered. She looked over and realized that this unlucky child was actually hypnotized.
Yes, this is not the material for a block refiner either.
She simply didn't call him and let him stare blankly. She turned on another stove and threw the swung piece in to burn. She turned around and picked up another piece and swung it again.
Ding-ding-dang-dang, ding-dang-dang, Xuan Yao felt like he was floating in the water, unable to struggle. Well, why bother struggling? This is fine.
Hu Qing stopped, put the second piece into the refining furnace, and saw that the previous piece was burned. He turned back to look at Xuan Yao, okay, Mr. Harazi.
"Xuan Yao, Xuan Yao?"
Gently pushing him awake, Xuan Yao looked confused, his blue eyes turned purple by the flames, looking a bit coquettish.
Hu Qing wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and smiled: "Are you full of sleep? Get up and shake the iron when you are full."
Xuan Yao groaned and realized why he was sitting on the ground, supporting his head with both hands. He quickly got up.
Hu Qing asked him to swing the piece he had swung before: "You can swish it again after I swung it. You can do it how I swung it. From this step, you can become familiar with your sword."
Xuan Yao responded: "Does the keel still need to be polished?"
Hu Qing said: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
Xuan Yao then obediently picked up the materials that Hu Qing had swung over once, and imitated Hu Qing's gesture of tying them down one by one.
Hu Qing looked at it for a while and nodded. It doesn't matter if you don't have any understanding, as long as you work hard and work hard.
Suddenly I felt that this thought seemed to have appeared at some time in the past. When was it? I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't remember it. Forget it, the things I couldn't remember were all unimportant things, so I stopped thinking about it.
And in Baopingfang in Xiaolijie, an old-looking man passed away peacefully in the company of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Even those sealed memories did not wake up until his death.
Their family is a mortal, and only the deceased old man has spiritual roots, but he has never cultivated anything in his life. After the old man was buried, the whole family discussed whether to move away. Now the spiritual energy is getting stronger, although there are special facilities for mortals in the workshop.
There is a spirit-separating formation below, but there is no way for mortals to find a way out here.
"I do not go."
"I'm not leaving either."
The aging generation has no ambition to make progress, but the younger generation does not want to leave the place of immortals.
"We have lived here for generations, this is our root. We will not leave."
"But you can't practice."
"But our next generation can. Many children born now have spiritual roots. It is impossible to say that our family will be able to give birth to a single spiritual root."
In the end, they couldn't win over the young people. The old people sighed and said, "Just stay. No matter where you go, it's not for the sake of your children and grandchildren."
