Chapter 137: They Ride Disciples
As Chu Yao's words fell, Hua Jiangshan stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the back sitting on the small bench, his eyes were moist.
Hua Xiaowan still bit her lip tightly and didn't say a word, and Chu Yao didn't know what Hua Xiaowan was thinking about this matter.
Cheng Mo and Chu Yao also became nervous.
Because now the decision to draw Xiaowan is crucial.
After a long time, Hua Xiaowan turned around with a flat mouth, and her eyes were full of tears.
"Didn't you really abandon me and my mother?"
Painting Xiaowan sobbed, her voice a little choked.
"No! I swear, I really don't, you don't know, how much I miss you all these years, I don't dare to let Yang Kai go to you, I'm afraid that I will be targeted by someone with a heart and affect you." ”
At this time, the painting of Jiangshan finally saw the face of painting Xiaowan clearly, with three points like him and seven points like Liu Nianci, giving people a petite and cute feeling.
Seeing the sobbing appearance of painting Xiaowan's clothes, painting Jiangshan's heart hurts: "It's been fifteen years, I miss your mother and daughter all the time, I hate, I hate that my own strength is not strong enough, and I hate that I didn't notice in advance that someone was ambushing." ”
"Do you know how bitter your mother has been over the years, but she has been waiting for you, and do you know that the son of the head of the Iron Fist Sect killed his mother, and the Iron Fist Sect is also a small force belonging to the painter. ”
Draw Xiaowan's tears dripping down, and her face was also full of anger.
"Xiaowan, these, no wonder the master of the painting hall, if it weren't for this seat, maybe the master of the painting hall would not have come to meet you at this time, and fifteen years ago, the head of the painter's family was not your father painting the country, it became a painting Zhen, among the people who ambushed your father, the painter was the main force. ”
Cheng Mo was on the side, and whispered to Hua Xiaowan, Cheng Mo knew that after Hua Xiaowan learned about the connection between the Iron Fist Sect, Lingyuan Sect, the painter, and the Shura Sect, even the painter hated it, and now she saw the painter's former family master, although this former family head was her father, but she still found it difficult to accept.
"I already know. ”
Painting the face of the country. said to Hua Xiaowan: "In this life, I will uproot the Hua family and the Shura Sect." ”
Chu Yao pulled Cheng Mo on the side and said, "Let's go out, this place will be handed over to their father and daughter." ”
Cheng Mo nodded, and quietly retreated with Chu Yao.
"Chu Yao. ”
Outside the door, Cheng Mo said to Chu Yao: "You look at it here, before the two of them come out, don't let the disciples in, this seat will first put the martial arts or something into the library pavilion." ”
Seeing Chu Yao nodding, Cheng Mo turned around and left.
After putting the love, arrogance, and Zhan Yunxiao into the library pavilion, Cheng Mo found a vacant space in the sect, which was relatively remote and far away from the main hall.
He summoned the Refining Pavilion out of the storage ring and looked at it.
The Alchemy Pavilion is different from the automatic alchemist, and the automatic alchemy will automatically become a pill as long as the materials are thrown in.
And this refining pavilion only has the ability to improve the success rate and quality of refining by refiners, and does not have the function of automatic refining.
In this way, Cheng Mo was also very satisfied, just a few days ago, he brushed the mall and saw some thousand-year-old cold iron in it, and he felt that it would be useful in the future, so he didn't refresh the mall and kept it.
Isn't that useful now?
"Ding, consume 20,000 contribution points and get five tons of thousand-year-old cold iron. ”
Cheng Mo brought all the cold iron he had just purchased in the storage ring to the Refining Pavilion, and handed it over to Ouyang Ye and the others in the future.
After thinking about it for a while, Cheng Mo came to the back mountain, planning to take a look at Shu Xiaojian, who was bullied by ducks.
Cheng Mo was very curious, what kind of growth rate could make this group of ducks reach the strength of a high-level martial artist in just a few days.
When he arrived at the scene, Cheng Mo was dumbfounded, five hundred ducks were chasing Shu Xiaojian and running wildly, but after seeing Cheng Mo, this group of ducks was neatly lined up. A row of 100, standing in five rows, horizontal and vertical.
"it!"
Cheng Mo immediately burst into a foul mouth: "This Nima is a duck, and it is more neat than my arrogant disciple." ”
The system said in Cheng Mo's heart: "Host, do you really think that the animals in the pasture are just for you to raise as food?"
Cheng Mo was puzzled: "Although you have introduced it, the strength of this group of ducks will be terrifying in the future, but you have not introduced them to be well-trained!"
"This system is produced, how can a mortal like you understand. ”
The system said disdainfully: "The host will have hundreds of millions of little brothers in the future, and to subdue hundreds of millions of little brothers, the host needs to have its own heritage, although the host has an arrogant immortal faction, but at present, your background is still a little insufficient, this ranch can just solve this problem for the host in the shortest time." ”
Cheng Mo said: "Out of the duck, is there anything else?"
"Nope!"
The system said: "In the pasture, there are only these five hundred little yellow ducks, and as they grow, the feed they need will also increase significantly, and the host needs to make some preparations. ”
Cheng Mo originally wanted to raise more, after all, if he raised hundreds of millions of them at this growth rate, he would not be able to dominate the Three Realms, and he would be the only one to see.
But that's just thinking, let's not talk about whether there are other small animals in the system, even if there are, as his appetite increases, Cheng Mo feels that he can't afford to raise it.
I reluctantly looked at the more than 20,000 contribution points I still had left, and I didn't know how long it would be enough for them to eat.
"Master!"
When Shu Xiaojian saw that Cheng Mo was finally here, tears almost fell: "You can count it back." Disciple is bitter!"
Cheng Mo looked at Shu Xiaojian's current appearance, in just a few days, he had lost a lot of weight.
"Aren't these ducks very obedient?"
Cheng Mo pointed at the duck and said to Shu Xiaojian, "Why do you keep chasing you?"
"That..."
Shu Xiaojian stammered: "Disciple." The disciple accidentally fed too much a few days ago, and the feed was gone, and the ducks had been hungry for two days. ”
Cheng Mo said in disbelief: "So many, you haven't fed them all?"
Then Cheng Mo opened the mall and bought 10,000 contribution value of feed inside, a full two tons, thinking to himself, these should be able to eat for some time.
Cheng Mo didn't expect that the feed was more expensive than the thousand-year-old cold iron, the 20,000-year-old cold iron contribution is worth five tons, but the 10,000 contribution value of this feed can only buy two tons.
I fumbled out a storage bag, transferred the feed into it, and handed it to Shu Xiaojiandao: "It's full of feed, take it and feed it first, don't starve them." ”
Shu Xiaojian took the storage bag and said with a sad face: "How dare the disciple!"
"Are they really that fierce?"
Cheng Mo pointed to the duck and asked suspiciously.
Shu Xiaojian said: "When they were not hungry, they were very friendly to the disciples, and the disciples also rode them and ran fast, but after the feed ran out, they were hungry, and they rode the disciples, making the disciples run fast, as long as they were slow and the speed could not satisfy them, they would kick the disciples, which was very painful." ”