In the backyard of the Black School Pavilion, a shallow blade barrier on the lake slowly fell.

Then, Teng Taishan raised his hand and quickly put the ancient knife into his elbow, as if it had never appeared, and Fan Wujiang's eyes straightened.

"The metal made of gold is unstable, and after being made into a weapon by the master forge, you have to ask the master enchanter to perpetuate the form of the weapon.

In addition, if you can afford to spend it, you can also have the Master infuse the weapon with [Enchantment] Elemental Sorcery.

With a shield enchanted with a spell bonus, it can effectively block witchcraft damage, and weapons will also have additional damage. One in and one out, it's very advantageous when fighting. ”

Fan Wujiang kept nodding while listening, staring at the old man's elbow with his eyes and looking at it again, "Master, how do you usually put away these weapons, and where do you put them away?"

"Hahaha," Teng Taishan laughed.

After laughing, he looked at Fan Wujiang, took a deep breath, and said, "Xiao Jiang, grandpa won't let you have anything to do." 7 The matter of source energy, there must be a way to solve it. If Qimeng can't be trusted, grandpa will look for the old ghost. ”

"Who are you looking for?" Fan Wujiang noticed the change in Teng Taishan's expression before and after.

The old man suddenly said such a sentence without a head, obviously not referring to the head of the Xin Academy.

Teng Taishan didn't answer him, but said: "The gold system is good, grandpa can take you to the door hand in hand, you don't have to ask others." Besides, can others be taught by grandpa?

Hahaha... Oh, by the way, you'll have to learn this basic spell too. Our Xiaojiang is a serious wizard now, okay, let's go to Fumanju Shabu mutton tonight, let's drink another cup. ”

.............

Packing up, what should be said, Fan Wujiang went back to the house to make up for sleep, and when he got up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

He habitually glanced at his phone, and then examined the two wounds on his arm again, and found that they had miraculously healed completely, leaving only two light brown marks.

went to the floating pavilion in the backyard to see his son Jin Da Fat, he didn't see him for a day, and he couldn't think about it in his heart. To be honest, where you can see the big fat at this time, you can only see a cocoon.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the cocoon is significantly larger. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and suddenly, he saw particles of light of various colors rising out of his body like winter dust and burrowing into the cocoon.

"Damn, what's the situation. Big fat, big fat, can you hear me?" Fan Wujiang shouted while holding the big cocoon.

At this time, Qimeng floated into the pavilion from nowhere.

"Fool, after the Golden Gu Heavenly Silkworm forms a cocoon, it will fall asleep, waiting for a mutation. It's weird to hear you. Besides, a worm can understand human speech? ”

"Qimeng, just now I saw elemental particles burrowing into the cocoon. You said that the 7 series of source energy will make people explode and die, will that affect Jin Da Fat?"

Qimeng looked at Fan Wujiang with a nervous face, and burst out laughing.

"Jin Da Fat, I heard you right, you actually named the Gu worm, ahahaha, what a fool. ”

"You answer my question first. ”

"Don't worry. You die ten times eight times, and it's all right. The Golden Gu Heavenly Silkworm itself has the ability to transform energy, and if it can't accept it, it will be discharged. But..."

"But what's the matter, don't sell it, hurry up. ”

Qimeng rolled her eyes and raised her chin angrily, "You beg me, and I'll tell you." Otherwise, don't talk about it. ”

Fan Wujiang's eyes turned, "The mutton shabu of Fumanju is extremely delicious." Cut each slice of meat to a moderate thickness, dip it into the soup, and then add sesame paste, leeks, and a little chili oil.

"The golden silkworm mutation is to absorb the elemental energy of the contract master to finalize it. Your 7 series of source energy is unprecedented, and the ghost knows what monsters will conjure.

However, in my experience, if there are too many sequences, the energy will be confused, and the golden silkworm will inevitably not be transformed, and it will only give up all of them, and it will become a waste.

Tell me where that Fumanju and that shabu mutton are......"

There was a bang in the brain, and Fan Wujiang basically couldn't hear the words behind Qimeng.

This is special, the master is not good, and the master and child have many sequences of elements.

Oh !!!

………

In the evening, Teng Taishan drove his broken van and carried a group of three people to Fumanju.

I don't know if I don't eat it, and I'm shocked when I eat it. Qimeng, who had swallowed saliva all afternoon, had bright eyes and gobbled up mutton desperately to stuff it into his mouth.

Several waiters in Fumanju were stunned. I've never seen a woman who looks so good, and I've never seen a woman who looks so good and doesn't want an image.

"Slow down, and no one will rob you. Anyway, you can teach that method to Xiao Jiang, and you can eat whatever you want. ”

Teng Taishan is rare to be so arrogant, ordered 6 servings of mutton, and a few vegetarian dishes.

"Uh-huh, again, one more plate. Qimeng was not afraid of being hot, and muttered while stuffing a large lump of meat that had just been fished out into her mouth.

Not to mention the waiter, even the other diners were attracted by this beautiful woman who looked like a wild boar arching a vegetable garden.

"This young lady is so cute. ”

"Yes, yes, she looks so beautiful, and she eats so down-to-earth, and the contrast is cute. ”

"Hey, if you can be a food anchor, you will definitely be popular. ”

Hearing the conversation between the young men and women who looked like students at the table next to him, Fan Wujiang was completely speechless.

The starving ghost is still cute, this world is crazy enough, is it so inclusive?

After eating a meal for more than an hour, Qimeng single-handedly killed 8 parts of mutton, 2 parts of sheep brain, fairy water, oh no, 6 cans of happy fat house water.

On the way back, Fan Wujiang looked at Qimeng's slightly bulging belly incredulously, looking a little abrupt, as if she had been pregnant for a few months.

Qimeng is not very satisfied with the black T on his body. She or him, who is less than 170 tall, Fan Wujiang is in his early 180s, and there are only a few clothes in total, and he doesn't have to choose.

Fan Wujiang's seven-point slacks have become trousers in her place, and if it weren't for Teng Taishan's aged pants belt, she wouldn't have been able to hang it at all.

Back at the Black Academy, it was already dark. was going to clean up the room and come out, but Qimeng fell in love with Fan Wujiang's nest, and without saying a word, he directly occupied it.

Fan Wujiang helplessly hugged the bed quilt and made a bunk in the old man's room.

I will spend the night first, and tomorrow I will clear the utility room on the third floor, and then I will buy a bed. I have to buy a few sets of clothes for Qimeng...

The next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Fan Wujiang woke up, and when he saw that the old man was still asleep, he quietly touched the room and opened the door.

After washing up, he went to the backyard as usual, when Nurda had just come down from the low hill.

The kitchen is next to the old man's utility warehouse, as tall as the Black Pavilion, and there is no door, which is convenient for legs more than 4 meters tall to enter and exit.

Don't look at Nurda's clumsiness, she doesn't have any ambiguity when she cooks.

He sat on the floor next to the old-fashioned stove, stir-fried with a spoon in one hand, added firewood to the stove with the other, and turned the other hand into a sharp wooden blade to easily split the log stake into pieces, and the rest of the hand supported the chin of the square head, and his mouth was still humming an out-of-tune tune.

Fan Wujiang moved a stool and sat on the edge of the kitchen, admiring Nurda's relaxed freehand, and asked casually, "Old Nu, how many years have you followed grandpa?"

The legged slowly blinked his emerald green eyes and replied, "Nurda has followed her master for 29 years, 7 months and 23 days. ”

Fan Wujiang was stunned for a moment, "Ho, it's so accurate, Lao Nu has such a good memory!"

"Ha, ha, ha. Not only does the leg spirit speak slowly and steadily, but he also laughs.

"Little master, Nurda is a forest spirit with memory rings. ”

"Memory rings, oh, oh, yes, yes, I remember. Fan Wuzhi nodded incessantly, he remembered that he had seen a record of memory rings in the "Witch Book - Magical Creatures Illustrated".

Mountain elves and forest elves belong to the same category according to the division of the wizarding world. There are similarities, but there are also big differences.

The wisdom of the mountain spirit is higher than that of the forest spirit, and the combat power of the forest spirit is much higher than that of the mountain spirit.

Although it is the same sequence, the difference in ability is quite large. The former has the ability to hide and retreat, while the latter can extract nutrients from any plant, repair itself, and live up to a thousand years.

And the most consistent between the two is to memorize the rings.

This semi-plant life form can store all the things that have been experienced in a lifetime in memory rings.

"Lao Nu, how old are you this year?"

"371 years old. ”

"Hey, are there any other forest spirits in this fragmented space in our backyard?"

"No, Nurda's brothers are dead. Die on the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the lake, if it weren't for the appearance of the master, Nurda would have been engulfed in the fire of hell. ”

"Ah, I'm sorry, old Nu. Fan Wujiang was a little ashamed, he was curious for a moment to get to the bottom of it, but he mentioned the sadness of the leg essence.

"Oh, it's okay. Nurda has a master, and a little master you. Nurda loves life now, you see, the sun is up. How beautiful!

Ah, how brilliant, that brilliant sun. Ah, your eyes, sparkling..."

Singing when you don't agree with each other, this hobby should have a lot in common with Huangfusheng.

However, Nurda's bass version of "My Sun" is really unique.

Fan Wujiang also discovered Nurda's singer attribute for the first time, and immediately found it very interesting.

With the singing, the bubbles floating on the surface of the lake and sleeping soundly also woke up one after another.

The round men actually danced the water ballet on the surface of the lake very cooperatively, but unfortunately they had no legs, and their two small short hands waved around, trying to show some kind of beauty.

The water jets that erupt from time to time on the surface of the lake are like rainbows under the refraction of the sun.

What a beautiful morning......