I really am not a freeloader!

"You are stupid. Those who can get opportunities from it are the ones who survive. What happened to those who didn't get opportunities?"

Zhao Qian said with some regret.

Do you know why dangers in secret realms are always accompanied by opportunities? Because those who seize the opportunities will come out alive.

So this is a 100% positive review!

"That seems to be the case." Ning Xiaolin nodded and agreed.

Whenever she read the storybooks before, she always wanted to go on an adventure herself, attracted by the dangers involved in the adventure.

But now that I think about it carefully, those dangers seem to be able to take the protagonist's life.

If you are not careful, the story may end halfway.

ps: Here is today’s 5k3.

There are also people who are worried about chapter issues, which are minor issues.

Look at my descriptions, aren't they all battle scenes?

Shen He can't target me!

Chapter 111 How to stop without brakes?

Ning Xiaolin left, and the news reached Zhao Qian's ears the next day.

But it doesn’t matter. Zhao Qian had already told her everything he could tell her yesterday.

Whether she can grasp the rest depends on herself.

In the next three days, Zhao Qian gradually got his affairs back on track.

He finally mastered the book "Mechanical Transmission" that he had copied.

He simply drew a blueprint of it and then found Ji Huanglian.

However, Ji Huanglian did not come to look for Zhao Qian too often during this period, because she already knew that the man in front of her could not escape.

During this period, she was frantically adding things to her home, and even many flowers were forced to be changed to red.

Especially the room where Zhao Qian lives now, which originally had a single bed, was changed into a double bed after one night.

If Zhao Qian hadn't seen Ji Xiangtao outside the room every night, his own foodie might have wanted to eat him up.

However, when making this bed, Zhao Qian also made some suggestions.

After all, it is generated by mana, and its main feature is speed.

After finishing, Ji Huanglian tried to lie down on it, and then exclaimed to Zhao Qian: "This bed is really comfortable, worthy of being called Aqian!"

Zhao Qian just smiled.

Although the bed he made was good, it still lacked a mattress and was a bit lacking.

All the softness comes from the bedding itself.

Zhao Qian started thinking again and decided that he should get a mattress with springs from time to time.

Otherwise, if you do any exercise on the bed, the sound of the wooden board will be really uncomfortable.

But you still have to finish what you want to do.

I have taken out the drawings I drew before.

There are precise gears and transmission shafts inside.

He has already figured out the formation patterns, there are two groups in total.

One is responsible for absorption and the other is responsible for driving.

So now he needs to find someone to make these things for himself.

Ji Huanglian heard his thoughts and then told him a place where he had had his wheelchair bearings custom-made.

And the next day Zhao Qian found this place.

"Wanqi Pavilion?"

Zhao Qian stood at the door of the store, with Ji Huanglian pushing him from behind.

"Yes, the Pavilion Master here is still at the seventh level. He asked his son to make your things and it was completed quickly."

Ji Huanglian explained.

Zhao Qian nodded. If making his own things could be done so quickly, then things that required a certain degree of precision would probably take some time.

According to Zhao Qian's own prediction, it would take at least a month for his health to fully recover.

During this month, I can't always let Ji Huanglian push me around.

The two of them walked into the Wanqi Pavilion together.

The air outside and inside was a little hot, but it was understandable since it was a place for refining equipment after all.

"Hello, welcome to Wanqi Pavilion... Hey, Miss Ji?"

There is a receptionist at the entrance of Wanqi Pavilion. Her face is pretty, but not as pretty as Ji Huanglian.

Moreover, Zhao Qian could also feel that the cultivation fluctuations emanating from him were similar to his own.

"It's me." Ji Huanglian nodded: "We have some things we want to order this time. Is Uncle Qiao here?"

"Oh, are you here to see Daddy? Then you have to wait for a while, Daddy seems to be refining a tool right now."

The receptionist asked the two to sit down in a secluded place.

"You two can rest here for a while. He should be able to come out soon."

Then the girl at the front desk looked at Zhao Qian with curiosity.

"Could this be Miss Ji's..."

"Yes, he is my husband." Ji Huanglian held Zhao Qian's hand.

"Hello." Zhao Qian nodded to her politely.

"I have long been curious about what kind of man is able to capture the heart of the eldest daughter of the Ji family? After seeing him today, I find that he is indeed worthy of his reputation."

The girl at the front desk is very talkative.

"I am just an ordinary person. It is my honor to meet him."

The three of them started chatting here.

After a while, the door behind him suddenly opened, and hot air came out.

There was also the sound of burning flames and wrought iron from the door.

An old man with slightly gray hair walked out.

After he came out, he drank a sip of water, then looked at the three people who were communicating, and his eyes lit up.

"Hey! I was just looking for you and you just happened to be here, hahahaha!"

Then he came to Ji Huanglian with a smile.

He is Qiao Zheng, the master of Wanqi Pavilion and also a seventh-rank weapon refiner.

However, what he said made Ji Huanglian somewhat concerned.

Looking for me?

"The thing you asked my son to forge before was really interesting. I have also made some recently.

But then I discovered something, your thing..."

Qiao Zheng was still talking incessantly, and then he suddenly saw the wheelchair that Zhao Qian was sitting in.

"Hiss, so that's how it is. I was just wondering what that thing could be used for.

After all, it's so short that it can't be used anywhere. So it's used here? Interesting. "

Qiao was moving back and forth around Zhao Qian, observing the wheelchair under Zhao Qian. He even pushed it from time to time, observing its forward and backward movement.

"Oh, I see. That's how the turn is made. Interesting."

At this moment, the girl at the front desk who had been talking to Zhao Qian and the other man finally couldn't help it.

"grandfather!"

She grabbed Qiao Zheng's long gray hair.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch.”

Qiao Zheng screamed. He never thought that his little remaining hair would be bullied like this by his granddaughter.

"Ahem, Master Qiao..." Ji Huanglian coughed a few times to indicate that she was still here.

You're playing with my man in front of me...isn't the wheelchair under you in a bad condition?

"Oh my, Xiao Huanglian, I've been busy with some new research recently, so I didn't see you the first time."

Qiao Zheng hurriedly snatched his little remaining hair from his granddaughter's hands, and finally looked at Ji Huanglian and smiled.

"How is it? My son's craftsmanship last time was pretty good. He has already finished everything in such a short time."

Qiao Zheng patted the wheelchair, indicating that his son contributed to the building of this wheelchair.

"It's like this, I trust Uncle Qiao's craftsmanship, so I hope you can help us again this time."

Zhao Qian spoke.

"Oh?"

Zhao Qian took out his drawings.

After taking it, Qiao Zheng looked at it carefully.

"Hi, interesting. What are you going to do with the gap left in between?"

Qiao Zheng asked Zhao Qian.

"Of course, I am going to engrave some formations."

Qiao Zheng understood it and finally immersed himself in watching it again.

Not long after, he reluctantly put down the manuscript in his hand with a sigh.

"Okay, let me do this. I think it's quite interesting."

"Pavilion Master Qiao is actually going to do it himself?"

Ji Huanglian was amazed, but also very confused.

Isn't it a waste of talent to let a seventh-level weapon refiner do this?

"Small problem. I've been stuck at this stage for a long time now. I need something new to stimulate me."

Qiao Zheng put away the blueprint and said to the two of them, "My son told me last time that you seem to be using ordinary iron.

But ordinary iron may not be able to resist the erosion of spiritual energy, so this time I will make you one made of black iron."

After hearing this, Ji Huanglian looked at Zhao Qian.

She didn't think much about it.

Zhao Qianye just remembered that he seemed to have forgotten the erosion of spiritual energy.

At that time, I used the first-level spiritual material to carve out a fan, but after using it for nearly 50 times, it had completely lost its function.

"Then thank you very much, old man. If you need anything, please let us know."

Qiao Zheng nodded and walked into the refining room at the back.

"You two please wait here for a while. If Grandpa helps, I think it will be done quickly."

Ji Huanglian understood, and then waited here with Zhao Qian.

The three of them continued to communicate here.

Before, Zhao Qian had discovered that the flow of people in Wanqi Pavilion was actually not very large. Even in the morning, not many people came here.

I also learned the name of the girl in front of me during the conversation.

Her name is Qiao Lingzhu, she is the granddaughter of Qiao Zheng. Her family is very happy, with her grandparents, father and mother all being there.

She was just here to work part-time, and the real receptionist was actually her grandmother.