Out of Nihility

The day gradually lit up, across the tent, the sun came in. With the arrival of the sun, none of his eyes opened. Time is in a hurry. Another night has passed.

Thanks to the blessing of "entering the underworld", the first state of the derived formula, the refining speed of the unique spiritual power is nearly ten times faster than usual. Wholeheartedly entering the underworld, this night's cultivation fully condensed Wuyou into 60 spiritual powers.

Compared with the automatic accumulation of derived formulas in previous days, there are no more than 120 spiritual forces.

No one moved his body and looked at the four Du militarists next to him. They were still in meditation and were not inconvenient to disturb; Not far away, Feng Lingyun and Feng Lingxin hug each other and sleep. Feng Lingyun still sleeps normally, but Feng Lingxin?

She now put one leg on Feng Lingyun's body, holding Feng Lingyun like a plush toy in her hands, and fell asleep soundly. As for the blankets on their bodies, they had long been kicked to the side by the other leg of Feng Lingxin.

Fortunately, they sleep in harmony, otherwise the spring in this morning is inevitable.

With a smile, Wu came to them gently and covered them with a blanket on one side.

On the other side, the square towel and Chi Xiaoqing fell asleep obediently. They didn't know if they had a good dream. Their faces were full of happy smiles. Seeing that they were all right, nobody crept out of the tent.

Wu you, who came outside, stretched a big waist and moved his stiff body slightly. The eyes turned, and the old iron old fellow was still staring at the purple mine in the furnace.

But now the purple thunder mine is red all over. No one can see that it has reached the edge of melting. The bag with flint on the ground has collapsed by less than half.

"Uncle tie, you haven't slept all night? Is the purple thunder mine so resistant to burning? " No one came to the old fellow's iron head and asked.

"Keep quiet." The old fellow's head was still motionless and his head was not returned. He seemed to have disturbed him, and disturbed him to observe the wonderful things.

The old fellow's head was wet behind the dew, and the front was dried by the fire. Let there be nothing in his heart. Seeing that he is so serious, there is only admiration left in his heart.

After a moment, the purple mine was completely melted. The old fellow got a satisfied smile and stood up from the ground.

"Boy, I'm up. I didn't expect you to be so diligent at a young age. You're much better than me. Come on, come on. " The old iron old fellow warmly greeted him with no call.

"What's the matter with Uncle tie? Do you need my help? But I won't. " No one pointed to himself, pointed to the iron felt, shook his head and replied.

"I know. Besides, I won't let you, a little broken boy who doesn't understand fart, help me forge a sword. Isn't that to ruin my reputation?" The old iron old fellow looked displeased, but his face was completely black.

The old fellow was not in the mood to pay attention to his own emotions. He continued, "this purple mine is ready. Next is the time of forging. Wait till you help me watch the stove fire and let it go out."

After saying that, the old fellow did not agree or not, but turned around and put on his work clothes, holding iron clips in one hand and picking up mine. With one hand, he picked up the hammer on one side and hammered it.

"Jingle... Jingle... Jingle... Jingle..."

No one listened to the sound of the iron and looked at the fire in the furnace silently. With the sound of striking iron, I remembered a song from my previous life in my mind. I couldn't help humming: "jingle, jingle, jingle..."

"Hey, smelly boy, what are you humming about? Don't disturb my rhythm of forging iron. Be quiet." None had not hummed a few words before he was scolded by the iron old man.

Rhythm? No one stayed for a while. Do you have rhythm? Isn't it just knocking and beating? What rhythm do you know, a broken blacksmith? Ah, I see. I must sing better than his iron voice. He's just jealous.

Unexpectedly, he stared at the iron old man's back and made a face.

"What's the smelly boy doing? Don't add fire quickly." No one just finished grimace, and the old iron old fellow's angry voice passed over.

"Wipe! The old fellow would not even have eyes behind his back, so I could see him. Is he an expert? "

No doubt arose in his heart. Anyway, if he didn't use his divine consciousness, he didn't know what happened later.

"Smelly boy, if you don't obey me, don't add fire quickly." The sound of rebuke following the old fellow's iron head hurried up again.

"Oh, oh." No old fellow nodded, and the fire stones from the bag were added to the stove one by one. When he put it to tenth pieces, the old iron head's gentle voice was passed again. "Yes, ten yuan is enough. No more."

Hearing the speech, nothing stopped, but the doubt in my heart couldn't help it anymore. There was no strange question to the old fellow.

"Hey, I said uncle tie. I can't see. You're a real person. I didn't expect that you are still a hidden expert. You know exactly what I'm doing in the back. I really admire you. "“ Shit is hidden, boy. I don't like your way. It's no use flattering me. I won't lose a cent. " The old fellow returned to the road immediately, but he did not return his head, and his work did not stop. He looked very much like he had no intention of showing off. Come on, uncle, don't pretend, otherwise how do you know I should add fire and ten yuan is enough? " There was no angry reply“ What am I pretending? I've been around the fire all year round. If I can't tell the temperature, I've been in vain. " No old fellow is not good at it, and old iron head is not so good as he is. If he is not free now, he will turn around and curse and have nothing to eat. You know this because the temperature is wrong? " No one who knows the truth is stupid“ Nonsense, I asked you to add fire because the temperature was ten degrees lower than what I wanted; If you add a flint, the temperature will rise by one degree. Of course, ten flints are needed for ten degrees. Why, boy, even a child can do such a simple arithmetic problem. You won't tell me, you won't. " The old fellow's head's words were passed by, making him look even worse. I admire you, uncle tie. I really admire you. " After a moment of silence, Wu had heartfelt admiration. Then he honestly returned to the fire and looked after the fire with ease. They all say, "practice makes perfect." no one has heard this, but he doesn't believe it because he hasn't seen it with his own eyes. But today, he believed it. This "familiarity" can not only produce "dexterity", but also produce magic and amazing skills!!!