Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 72 Hu Huahua's Grievance ([-])

Hu Qing nodded thoughtfully, like a master of the Tao among mortals?A little better than ordinary people, but not as good as monks.

Tie Sheng said sadly: "Even a woman who has never been a blacksmith is better than me, the master must have been mad at me."

Hu Qing is speechless, who do you look down on? Why is it that a woman is stronger than you?Maybe it's because I'm so talented in blacksmithing.

My heart skipped a beat, her talent is forging?It's not surprising, she has two spiritual roots of gold and fire. Gold and fire are the standard equipment for blacksmithing.Speaking of which, when she was about to awaken in the last days, she was scorching hot like burning. Could it be that she has a fire ability?
This question will probably never be answered.

But, right now, she likes the feeling of blacksmithing.

He smiled and said, "Tiesheng, I'll come back tomorrow. You clean up the store and put materials, semi-finished products, finished products, mortals and monks into different categories."

She gave the order naturally, and Tie Sheng naturally obeyed: "You come early tomorrow."

Hu Qing was speechless, and could see that this child didn't have a backbone, and someone had to support him.

The master is not at ease.

Hu Qing put the cart in the shop, and on the way back, he went to a few shops to buy some paints, and when he was about to get home, he ran into the woman next door.

Hu Qing is used to when the invisible is about to pass, but the woman took the initiative to meet her.

"Miss Hu, go home."

Hu Qing was terrified when he saw a forced smile on his face, could this person be possessed by a ghost?
Pass by without seeing.The old lady protects her body with righteous energy, and all monsters and ghosts retreat.

The woman twisted her face, a disfigured little widow with a oil bottle, if she didn't have a skill in cooking, she would not look down on her.Not only cooking skills, although this little widow always runs out, she has never brought a man back. She should be an innocent person, and she is better than that little fox who ran to the door and had no idea about several men.

Moreover, if the little widow cooks three delicious meals every day without stopping the fire, then she has money in hand.When someone gets married and the two families merge into one family, won't she just get a servant who cooks for nothing and doesn't need her son to work hard to support the family?
Yes, this deal is a good deal, she has to talk to a matchmaker as soon as possible.

And Hu Qing didn't know that she had blossomed into a rotten peach blossom and hurried home: "Huahua, are you hungry?"

Not only hungry, but also hungry and crying.

Hu Huahua's hair under her eyes was a little wet, and she closed her eyes and didn't look at her.

Hu Qing is angry and funny, before raising his temper, he raised his temper first.

"I'm sorry, my mother came back late because of something. I'm going to cook for you. What do you want to eat? The big bones are still warm. I didn't mean you. You are a big man. Don't you think you can treat yourself when no one is at home?" Starved to death? Get up and walk, the stove is only two steps away, and you can eat it with the lid off."

While training, I reflected on myself: "I didn't expect it. When I go out in the future, I must put food on your lips."

There is milk in his mouth, it has been boiled, and it is completely cold now, so the little thing didn't take a sip.Oh, I picked it up.

After dismantling a plate of meat and putting it near the young master's mouth, she went to order a pot of noodles, and when she brought the noodles in, she saw Hu Huahua looking at her, and the meat on the side of her mouth didn't move.

Immediately his heart softened, and he blamed: "You eat first, children can't be hungry."

As he spoke, he put down the noodles, put the meat in it, stirred it, and fed it to Hu Huahua's mouth.

Hu Huahua was stunned. Why did he force him to be a vegetarian after being a good and polite boy?

Tigers are not vegetarian!
Hu Qing laughed loudly: "It must be eaten, children cannot be picky eaters."

After all, he was forced to eat noodles.

Early the next morning, Hu Qing cooked meat porridge and put in chopped vegetable leaves. Hu Huahua took a look at the green inside and closed her eyes decisively.It's a pity, it's useless, Hu Qing can open his mouth and pour water.

At this moment, I hated my weak dog legs very much.

Hu Qing cooked meatballs for him and put them near his mouth: "I don't know when I will come back, don't wait for me."

Last night, she carefully recalled the fascinated state when she was blacksmithing, and she was definitely different from the feeling of being obsessed with work in the past. That feeling, how should I put it, seemed to be all focused on one point, and seemed to disappear Same, can't tell.

She even had a dream of forging iron, a ball of fire and iron in the dark space, she swung her arms and swung.
When I woke up the next day, I felt refreshed, with no soreness all over my body.

This unscientific.

Hu Qing wanted to clarify this matter.

Press the dog's head: "Don't get emotional with me, mom is working hard to support the family, you and your sister."

When Tiesheng saw her coming, he showed two rows of big white teeth in a smile, and looked more energetic than yesterday.

Hu Qing couldn't help but said: "Tiesheng, you have to prop up the shop when your master is gone, and let him see your ability when your master comes back."

Tie Sheng didn't have this kind of ambition. In the past, the master listened to the master, but now he doesn't know how to breathe when the master is not around.

Hu Qing asked him: "Do you practice?"

Tiesheng said: "I am a miscellaneous spirit root. The master said that I am strong and simple-minded, so I am suitable for blacksmithing."

Hu lightly said, I think so too.

He asked again: "How many levels have you cultivated?"

Tie Sheng: "The second floor of Qi Refining."

Ah, it's as warm as my home.

Suddenly the old mother was so proud.

She said: "Then you go to practice, can I use all the materials you have here to try?"

Tie Sheng: "Okay, just try it, I will practice later. I can hear people coming."

After introducing her to the various raw materials in the shop, Hu Qing only felt that the child was so heartless, but luckily he was not his own son.I deeply sympathize with the master.

"Hey, won't the fire go out in this stove?"

Tie Sheng said: "This is a ground fire. My master said that serious monks who forge weapons don't look down on this kind of ground fire, so they can only fool around in this world and get some small things for food."

Hu lightly clicked his tongue, the ground fire that monks don't like can burn iron quickly, so how powerful should the fire used by monks be?

Tiesheng went to the back to practice. Hu lightly picked up a large piece of red copper and started beating it. She kept adjusting her standing posture, the front and rear angles of her feet, and the strength of her waist and arms, trying to find the most comfortable one. pose.

Gradually everything around her became dark, and she was immersed in consciousness. She could only see the fire around her, and the copper in her hand. The heat of the fire danced around her, making her hair dark red and shiny, and the repeatedly tempered copper was reflected into the golden light in her eyes. .

Countless times it was swung up, and it was dropped countless times.

Kacha, a light sound woke Hu Qing up.

Only then did she realize that the copper block under her hand had turned into a light golden ball the size of a fist, and the hammer that was used to forge the copper block—it was actually cracked!
Hu Qing was stunned.

After thinking for a while, she decisively put the hammer into the fire and burned it. Her eyes searched for another hammer, and when she turned around, she found that the hammer in the furnace hadn't even burned red.Thoughtful.She lowered her head and looked at the hammer in her hand. The weight was about the same as that one. She didn't understand the quality.

After waiting for about half an hour, the cracked hammer was burned red.

She glanced at the iron tongs, but there was no change. She knew that the iron tongs were not the ordinary iron tongs she thought, and the material was definitely not ordinary.

(End of this chapter)