The personality of most demon cultivators is relatively direct, although this demon cultivator has many hands, but there is still only one brain, and it is not a crooked intestine, seeing Mo Qiqi say this, some cold faces showed a somewhat cheerful expression, and said happily: "I originally had an idea, if I joined it when it melted......... But this will inevitably take a lot of time. ”

He chattered with Mo Qiqi's ink, which was nothing more than a sudden inspiration and wanted to practice with Mo Qiqi's magic weapon.

Mo Qiqi wished that he had been practicing for a year, and said with a smile: "I don't know much about these, but Daoyou's ability to refine weapons is still trustworthy, what do Daoyou think, just let it go!"

Now that he agreed, he stopped talking nonsense with Mo Qiqi, and went back with a dozen curtains.

Mo Qiqi chatted nonsense with a few demon cultivators as usual, and then went out of the city.

When I arrived at Qiu Zeye's yard, I was surprised to find that he was not at home, and I was a little curious. But I didn't think much about it, after all, people have some personal time.

Turned around and entered the Changshengdu, a good rummag, for the refining materials, unless it is a particularly high grade, otherwise she has never paid much attention to it, and inadvertently collected it, most of them are just to find an empty storage bag and throw it away, occasionally empty, will be slightly rectified, but it is only roughly categorized, just for the convenience of sometimes shooting, so that there is nothing in the items that are poured out of the brain.

Selling and throwing away, Mo Qiqi is really uncertain in his own heart, fortunately with the favor of the sky, Cang He has all the things he needs, there is one thing she once seemed to sell some, but she still found some leftovers, although it took some time, but they all found.

It's a good thing to find something, but how to hand it over to him without attracting attention, you need to think about it, after all, three things are stacked, and there is more than an inch square when wrapped, and you can still press your hand when you carry it, rashly take out such a small package of things and hand them over to a slave, and it is indeed not an easy task to save the inventory, after all, Mo Qiqi is not a person in this city.

But the solution is always thought of by people, Mo Qiqi still finds time to go to the workshop every day to discuss the escape plan with Cang He every day, and also deals with the demon cultivators by the way, after a few days, he has a rough bottom in his heart.

No matter how bad the skill of that demon cultivator is, he forcibly refined the materials of the fourth order to a big level, and after grinding for such a good time, the magic weapon entrusted to him by Mo Qiqi finally has a tendency to call it a day.

Mo Qiqi patted his ass vigorously, and after accepting the joy of the demon cultivators, he pretended to be overjoyed, and excitedly said to several other demon cultivators in the workshop who talked a lot on weekdays: "This is the first magic weapon in my life, it is really a great joy, it should be celebrated, the day the magic weapon is completed, I will bring wine and meat, and have a drink with all my fellow Daoists, I hope you don't dislike my ugly craftsmanship!"

It's not Mo Qiqi bragging, her craftsmanship is naturally not the top among human cultivators, but it's not a problem to fool these demon cultivators, usually she occasionally brings some uneaten meat over to share with other demon cultivators, in order to get closer, so everyone is quite looking forward to her craft, listening to her say this, they all laughed and joked, there is a demon cultivator who has a good relationship with her and patted her belly, and said with a smile: " That Daoyou has to prepare for a good life, it's really not a secret, the barbecue meat prepared by Daoyou before tastes good, but it's really not enough to satisfy the stomach, and the gluttonous worms are hooked, which is even more uncomfortable!"

"It's really not my thoughts!" Mo Qiqi smiled and apologized, and said, "I will definitely be ready for the next few days, and I must have a drink with fellow Daoists when the time comes!"

So while there was still time to spare, Mo Qiqi was full of demon beasts all over the mountain, in order to save trouble, they were all boiled in one pot, otherwise they were pickled and roasted whole, Qiu Zeye occasionally gave her a hand, most of the time in a daze, looking preoccupied, as if he was hesitating and making trouble about something.

After Mo Qiqi finished cleaning up the things in his hand, he specially freed his hands, got some good wine and food, and called Qiu Zeye to prepare a drink together.

The case was taken out by Mo Qiqi from the storage bag, Qiu Zeye sat cross-legged on the futon opposite her, holding the wine glass that Mo Qiqi poured for him with both hands, leaning under his nose, twitching his nose and smelling the wine, he looked a little strangely excited, and said: "My mother said that when my father left, he said that he longed for a life in human cultivation, and he could talk loudly with Taoist friends, or have a drink with two or three confidants, those are the days he yearns for......"

Speaking of this, his expression was slightly complicated, and he said with a little sadness: "You are also a human cultivator, and I think you prefer a life of human cultivation." ”

Mo Qiqi didn't say anything, not because she didn't know what to say, but because she felt that Qiu Zeye sometimes knew everything, so she might as well be a listener in silence.

Qiu Zeye drank all the wine in the cup, his expression was no longer confused before, and he looked a lot more determined, Mo Qiqi pondered, he probably had accepted the established fact that he would leave in his heart.

Waiting left and right, finally arrived on the day when the magic weapon was baked, Mo Qiqi carried the storage bag that had been prepared a long time ago, and went to the workshop early in the morning to wait, her eyes and eyebrows were full of joy, and anyone could see that she was in a good mood.

When the eight-handed demon cultivator handed the magic weapon into her hands, she pretended to be happy and watched the magic weapon over and over again, in fact, she didn't notice what the quality of this magic weapon was, after doing enough superficial work, she stuffed the magic weapon into the storage bag, and then took out the wine and meat prepared in advance, and distributed them one by one to the demon cultivators who came over to say goodbye, and then found that she had prepared a lot of weight, and she was in a good mood, and she didn't care if others were happy to accept it, so she threw it to a person who was moving bricks next to her.

The demon cultivators in the workshop, almost everyone has meat in their left hand and wine in their right hand, and no one is greedy when they see her throwing a few small pieces of meat to the people next to her, knowing that she is in a good mood today, and this kind of thing is not very out of line, so naturally she will not stop it.

After Mo Qiqi divided the extra five or six palm-sized pieces of meat, he patted his hand, and exchanged glances with Cang Hexiang, who was carrying a piece of fat and oily barbecue meat in his hand, as if inadvertently, and then wiped the oil stains in his hand on his skirt, took out a jar of wine from the storage bag, and clinked glasses with a demon cultivator next to him.