Mend the Demon's wing bones!

If Du Heng had taken a breath, he might have laughed at this, but at this moment, there was an extra colorful glass box in front of him.

The moment the box opened, the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, and the windows and doors were closed, which was suffocating.

Du Heng unbelievably flicked the wing bones in the box, and the ice cubes rattled.

"Really......" His vigorous muscles trembled uncontrollably, his brain was dizzy again, and he stammered: "Ice Feather Falcon, really...... It's really the wing bones of the Ice Feather Yao Falcon, you can see one side, and Du dies without regrets!"

Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes like torches: "I don't understand, Deacon Jiang...... Why do you want me to fix it?"

"Is there an armor forger in this Dao Nan Academy who is more powerful than the master of the Du Academy?"

Du Heng grinned when he heard this, he looked a little simple, and hurriedly straightened up: "I mean, you're not afraid that I will take this wing bone for myself?"

"I don't know, but I hope not. ”

Jiang Changan's answer was beyond Du Heng's expectations, he also thought that the other party would say something touching and trusting, but he didn't expect it to be so straightforward, but Du Heng was not disgusted in his heart, but was more open, and being able to say this also showed that this person was a straightforward and sincere person!

"The grievances are clear, and they do not collude with Li Chuan and the North Smokers. - Du Heng's impression in Jiang Chang'an's heart is also changing.

Repairing the Ice Feather Yao Falcon wing bone was a decision made in a split second, and it was obvious that there was no one more suitable person than Du Heng at the moment, although Jiang Changan was not familiar with him yet, but he had little time left, and he had to try his best to improve his strength before he died.

At present, the most convenient way is to carry the Daoyun stone tablet and wing bone congenital speed marks, if you want to get the congenital speed marks, you can only bet on this one.

"Aha......"

The atmosphere was fermenting even more weirdly, Du Heng opened his mouth to laugh, his laughter was very loud, and Jiang Chang'an's eardrums trembled.

"What is Master Du laughing at?"

Du Heng said with a smile: "I laugh at you Jiang Chang'an's courage and courage! To be able to hand over such an important thing to a person who has not known him for a few days, this kind of person is either a fool who has achieved nothing, or a person worthy of Lingyun's ambition! You are busy with me, and within half a year, you will definitely repair ......."

"Half a year?" Jiang Chang said, he may not be there after half a year.

Du Heng explained carefully: "Yes, most of the time-consuming repair of casters is not in building, but in finding suitable materials, just like your pill pharmacist looking for medicine according to the prescription after adjusting the medicine. Repairing the wing bones of the big demon is not usable, and it will take three months to find these materials just from Tiannan and Haibei. ”

Boom!

Jiang Changan threw a foot-long snow-white lump from the head of the Divine Mansion on the box: "How long will it take to have this thing?"

"This ...... This is...... Nine Extremes Xuantie!" Du Heng said in astonishment, "There is this thing, three months." ”

When!

"What about this?" Jiang Changan took out the three star replenishing stones that Gu Tianhe had given him in Yingzhou.

Du Heng's eyes straightened: "Replenish the Star Stone! Two months is enough!"

Laugh at!

Jiang Chang'an's fingertips were a lock of six hell spirit flames that finally floated above the box: "What now?"

Du Heng couldn't calm down anymore, this lock of flame was a dream for him, a fire idiot.

"Half a month, just half a month!"

Jiang Changan said with a smile: "Master Du, as long as the Ice Feather Yao Falcon's wing bones are completely repaired, I promise that this sub-fire of the Six Hellish Spirit Flames will be yours." ”

"Deacon Jiang's words are true!" Du Heng jumped down from the bed and said excitedly: "Half a moon! Half a moon can be done! If it doesn't work, this fire Deacon Jiang can not only take it back, but Deacon Jiang's life saved by him will also be returned." ”

Jiang Changan smiled lightly, and Mo Cang beside him laughed: "Your kid's heart is really insidious, that fire is the same as the flame you gave to your disciple, it is all 'Zihuo', in other words, as long as you want, you can take it back at any time, but you can also use it to fight back against the host at any time, if this Du Yuan Master really wants to have two hearts for your wing bones, it will be unlucky......

Jiang Changan's face was neither sad nor joyful, but he said lightly:

"Good governance can benefit people only when they are well governed. ”

Mo Cang stopped talking, carefully savoring what Jiang Changan said.

......

The sun was shining, the time was approaching dusk, and the golden rainbow was splashed on the high attic platform, and likewise, it was not sparing to be fortunate in every inch of the road made of mud and stones.

Outside the Daonan Academy, a disciple of the Armor Casting Academy wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe hurriedly walked out of the courtyard with a white handkerchief in his hand.

I was about to take this thing away and throw it away, only to hear a calm and vicissitudes of voice in the distance behind him hitting the west: "Donor, slow down, ......"

The armor casting disciple looked back in confusion, and along the east-west avenue in front of the Daonan Academy, he saw a middle-aged monk about thirty years old in the distance, twisting Buddha beads in his hand.

The monk was sturdy, wearing a red cotton robe, and carrying a square bookcase behind him, and he didn't know what it contained. I can't see the appearance clearly, but I can see the stubble on my head that is as hard as a steel needle growing from a distance, and the sunset is shining brightly, as if I have the light of the Buddha.

It is also strange that this person is still a hundred meters away, and his voice seems to be ringing in his ears, and what is even more strange is that he walks straight, but he is not a few steps away from a hundred meters before he walks in front of him.

When I walked to the front, I saw that this monk had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, handsome facial features, a good face, but it was a pity to be a monk, and the most surprising thing was that the eyes that saw through the compassion and ugliness of the world but could still remain pure, no self, no Buddha, no desire.

The armor-casting disciple said, "What's the matter with the mage?"

The monk's eyes stared directly at the handkerchief in the hand of the armor-casting disciple, and said, "Dare to ask the donor, what is covered?"

The armor-casting disciple was also honest and did not hide it: "What Kong Tianjian ordered to be discarded seems to be medicine residue. ”

"Oh, I wonder if the donor can make the monk take a look?"

The disciple lifted the white handkerchief, only to see that it was the petrified black egg that was placed under the white handkerchief.

Suddenly, the disciple realized that there was still a cloud of black gas left on the black egg, and he struggled to return to the courtyard, and after a while, he must have run back to the courtyard master.

"How can this be?" the disciple panicked.

With nothing to do, the monk said, "Little donor, can this egg be given to the poor monk?"

The armor-casting disciple was worried that there was nowhere to put this hot potato, so he didn't say much, and gave it to him.

The monk took the egg, and then took out a slender wooden strip from the bookbox behind him, on which there were a few green leaves, each the size of a copper coin, and the shape of the leaf was extremely strange, like a palm, and even the texture of the leaf meridians looked like criss-crossing palm prints.

As he read something, he slapped the egg with a branch, but after a moment, the disciple was surprised to find that the egg had changed back to its normal color, and the wisp of black smoke was painfully miserable and broke free and was smoked into a wisp of green smoke.

The monk withdrew the branch, put the egg into the bookcase, performed the Buddha's hand, and asked, "Dare to ask the little benefactor, who is the one in the courtyard who can cure this disease?"

"Sick?" the disciple reacted suddenly, "You're talking about Deacon Jiang......, right?

Before he finished speaking, the monk had already stepped straight into the courtyard and walked straight towards the inner courtyard.

"Stop, no idlers in Daonan Academy are allowed to trespass!"

The disciple guarding the door was about to stop him, but he found that no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up with the monk who was walking slowly.