Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 145 Refining furnace (monthly ticket 200+ more)
The woman next door suffered a whole day of chemical attack, cursing and shedding a few tears at the end, it was saliva from her eyes.

It happened that her son came back in the evening.

The woman lost her mind with jealousy: "Son, you can buy the little widow next door to be your mother's slave."

For the first time, I was stunned to know that there was a little widow's son next door. What is it?
The woman wept and fell into his arms: "That little widow is ignorant, she won't even let me serve you."

Hei Xian, the son, knew what his mother was like, and said, "Mother, is the person next door just an ordinary person?"

The woman choked, her eyes rolled wildly.

As expected, the son brought up his own affairs: "Outer sect disciple Dabi, mother, don't make trouble for me at this time."

His tone was light, and he was visibly alienated from women. Not all children and mothers had a harmonious relationship.

He was still a child when he came to Chao Huazong, and he also felt distressed when his young mother was abused by his father, so when he got the fairy fate, he must take his mother away.He thought he wanted to save his mother.

However, people will grow up, and when they grow up, looking back on the past, they will find the truth that they couldn't find when they were children.He has a sincere admiration for his mother, and her mother also relies on him with all her strength, but fragments flash in his memory. What he thought was a warm mother-child time is actually only one sentence: Son, you have to be brave and let your mother live like a master. Good day.

At the beginning, these words cheered him up, but later he wondered why no mother greeted him with care, it was all servants taking care of her, and later, he understood.

He thought that he had fulfilled his mother's only wish, and that he would be able to cultivate immortality without any worries.

What kind of mother is kind and filial, even though he thought about it, she never thought about it.

The son put a spirit stone on the table, and sure enough, the woman's eyes glowed with joy, she put away the spirit stone, and never asked him whether he worked hard at the door or not.

That's good too, a few spirit stones can end the relationship, he couldn't wish for it.

The son put down the spirit stone and left. The woman held the spirit stone and didn't feel that there was anything wrong. A woman married and followed her husband.

It would be even better if the son could get the little widow next door to honor her.

If Hu Qing knew, he would send her a sentence: I'm afraid you think your son has a long life.

With the money, Hu Qing couldn't wait to buy a furnace, even though it would cost more than half of her family's wealth, she couldn't wait any longer.

Putting the mid-grade spirit stone in his purse, Hu Qing compared more than a dozen refining shops, stood outside the door and listened to many customers' gossip, and finally bought a refining furnace in a time-honored shop.

The guy with his nostrils turned upside down looked down on her, but Hu Qing didn't care at all, who told her to only buy the cheapest one at the moment, without any additional services to enjoy.One day she will become a rich man, and she will have the opportunity to enjoy VIP treatment.

According to customers, this time-honored brand is a little outdated in style, but its quality is definitely the same.

Hu Qing doesn't choose styles, she only seeks quality, and in her eyes, this simple refining furnace with only a few rough patterns has a clumsy and heavy texture beauty.

Go home happily, take a bath and change clothes, and prepare for the ceremony of recognizing the Lord.

Silk cloth: It's just a broken stove.

Recognizing the Lord is very simple, either spiritual consciousness or a drop of blood, Hu Qing chooses a drop of blood.

Hehe, as if she had a choice.

The surface of the refining furnace looks like a palm-sized bronze tripod, with a round body and a round cover, with three legs and two ears.The wide belt floating around the waist of Ding's body is a pattern.

This aesthetic is quite straight.

Hu Qing opened the lid, revealing the round inside. The inside is not absolutely smooth, but small planes like scales, like hand-hammered marks.

The left hand hangs above the refining furnace, and the right hand holds the dagger behind the back, and the tip of the knife is drawn from bottom to top, and blood flows down instantly in a line.

Oops, I'm so excited, I'm using a lot of energy.

Hu Qing quickly put down the dagger, grabbed the live button of the silk cloth on the left wrist and pulled it, wrapping up the slender wound with a few strokes.

Silk cloth: gurgling gurgling. Get used to it.

When Hu Qing collected herbs in the wild, he was inevitably injured by thorns, plants or animals. Whenever there was a wound, the silk cloth would come forward.

Silk Bu himself never imagined that it would surrender itself to recognize its owner with blood in the Longcuan Shoal, and this unreliable owner dared to feed on blood.In particular, I didn't feel respected at all from it.

Get used to it.

The silk cloth that got used to it automatically stopped the bleeding for her, and Hu Qing, who didn't know good or bad at all, looked down at the alchemy furnace.The blood flowed too fast, covering the bottom of the cauldron in one go, it would not take so much to recognize the master, the blood was so wasteful.She felt the palm of her left hand, and the blood seemed to stop flowing, so she took off the silk cloth again and stuffed it into the refining furnace.

Silk cloth: What the hell am I——

Hu Qing looked at the palm of his left hand, and sure enough, the wound had healed within a few seconds, and nothing could be seen except a pink mark.

Praise the silk cloth: "Little cutie, you are really my caring little assistant."

This speed, some kind of towel and some kind of stick together are not your opponents.

Silk cloth: You just keep your mouth open to be a human being.

Hu Qing pressed the silk cloth with two fingers and turned it inside, the silk cloth was completely numb.

Hu Huahua next to him yelled, disgusted.

Silk cloth: You are not a good thing either.

Hu Qing held the refining stove and licked his lips greedily, as if what he was holding was not a piece of metal but a life-saving delicacy.

It’s okay to save lives. With the refining furnace, she can rent a refining room to practice to her heart’s content. For so long, except for absorbing spiritual energy while forging iron, the only way is to use spirit stones.Can she afford to eat Lingshi dry?It is more diligent and thrifty to manage the house by absorbing the aura of nature.

The only regret is that the rental price of the refining room is still ten low-grade spirit stones a day, and I don't know if it will drop in the future. She now has more than [-] spirit stones, which can be squandered once.

She has already made up her mind to make money immediately after going this time.

The palm-sized refining furnace established a mysterious relationship with Hu Qing after dripping blood to recognize its owner. Hu Qing somehow understood how to use it, and thought: "Long." Throwing the refining furnace into the open space in the yard.

I saw the small refining furnace swaying out, facing the wind, and falling to the ground, making a dull sound with the ground.

Hu Qing looked straight at it, this is not magic, this is - magic.Someday, she too will be a person with magic.

Silk cloth: I have no knowledge, as long as I recognize the master, mortals can drive it.Oh, it said it wrong.Ordinary people have no spiritual power and cannot recognize the Lord.

The magnified refining furnace was as high as Hu Qing's chest. She pushed hard, but she couldn't push it.The furnace wall is very thick, as wide as a fist, and its diameter is about one and a half meters.The three thick feet looked cute when they were small, but when they grow bigger, they look like the bent legs of a crocodile.

Hu Qing patted the furnace with satisfaction: "Not bad, very good, it looks like a good physique that can smash people to death."

At this time, the paper cranes flew over, and Hu Qing thought, what did Qiao Yu, who was suspected by others, do again?

(End of this chapter)