Chapter 17: Accidents
"Just one spot. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info send me the antidote yourself, otherwise, it will take a lot of effort to make you disappear in Panya City. Before Peng Laojiu hugged Su Su and turned to leave, the last hateful but restrained look made Nanfeng tremble.
And the eldest and third are completely indifferent to all this. They glanced at each other, and each other's eyes were filled with joy, and they were very happy to get this place.
In the next few days, Nanfeng was particularly concerned about this matter, and even went to the refining shop next door from time to time to inquire. Later, I heard that the city lord had a weak daughter, and now he is looking for a famous doctor to continue his life, and later, I heard that the city lord's wife died because of difficult childbirth, and a grand funeral was held.
Originally, the secret realm was about to be opened, and people from all walks of life in Panya City gathered together, so the funeral was very grand. Nanfeng couldn't go out, so he just listened to the ingots gossip of the refining shop.
The Panshan Secret Realm is a small secret realm to which Panya City belongs, and there are many special items, although low-level, but they are indispensable in the manufacturing process of many items. And this secret realm is only allowed to enter during the Qi refining period. All major schools will not miss it.
Nanfeng felt cold in his heart.
Recently, they have carefully taught themselves, urged themselves to cultivate, and have not abused themselves, and sometimes they even feel that they are quite good in their hearts. However, the truth coldly poured ice water on her.
They are cultivating resources at the bottom of the ladder at all costs. They can design others silently, watching a woman collapse in despair before them, but with only a smile that has triumphed, without blinking.
And thinking of this secret realm that could only accommodate the Qi Refining Period, if they couldn't cultivate, what kind of things would they do?
"Hehe, Erya, there's been a lot of big things going on in the city lately!!" There was a seven or eight-year-old boy named Yuanbao in the refining shop next door, who was said to have been thrown here by his father to learn forging, and had recently become very familiar with Nanfeng.
I saw him dressed in a black short, with a bag on his head, his eyebrows and eyes were smart, and his steps were brisk. Holding a large basket in his hand, it was the piece of fine iron that he had just gotten back from the backyard.
"What's the big deal?" Nanfeng didn't care much, and while casually talking, he easily took the basket in his hand. A layer of snow floated in the frame, which quickly melted in front of the stove, wetting the pitch-black iron ore.
Since she always ran this way, the third child gave her the task of tempering iron essence.
When he was on the road before, the third child had said that he needed iron refining to make a flying magic weapon, and everything else was ready, but he was annoyed by this iron essence.
Forging iron essence requires the continuous use of spiritual power attached to the forging hammer to concentrate and forge the refined iron blocks. Whereas fine iron is forged from ordinary iron.
Since that time the city lord's affair has passed, Nanfeng has slowly established a good relationship with the refining shop. And for her sewing talent that has remained in the water shelter array for several months, the third child was very annoyed, until that day, in order to get close to the ingots, seeing her pick up a wooden basket full of ores that was taller than her, the third child's eyes suddenly lit up.
Let her learn the foundation of forging with the next door, these colleges have the foundation of professors, since no one hides their secrets, and the relationship between the two families is not bad, so she is allowed to come together.
"Hey, that's a big gossip!! You've never heard more explosive news than this! Yuan Bao wiped the sweat on his face, muttering in his heart that Sister Erya doesn't sweat when she stands in front of the stove every day, she is really envious!
And Nanfeng didn't care how many thoughts he had, he just beat the fine iron in front of him rhythmically. A ton of refined iron can hammer out a penny of iron essence, and a ton of sand iron can smelt a pound of refined iron, and the third man's magic weapon is several taels of iron essence! If you don't hurry up, how can you finish it?
"Oh." Jump off the stool at your feet, clip out the fine iron in the furnace, and then climb up the stool, and the whole process is smooth.
"Do you know the Heavenly Machine Pavilion and the Qingshan Sword Sect?" Yuan Bao snapped his fingers, and without waiting for her to speak, he crackled and said. I still feel that I am really empathetic: [This sister lives with several clan uncles, and she is more boring and doesn't like to talk, I have to understand her! ] 】
"It's also in vain for me to ask you, you can't get out every day, but where do you know where to go? Hahahaha!! ”
"These two have been fighting recently! Half of the mountain is gone, and recently our Scattered Cultivation Alliance is looking for them! Hey, that's called a wonderful, but unfortunately you can't see it. Of course, it's the same thing when I tell you...... Originally, the spring of this mountain secret realm has reached the opening day of the decade, such a toss, hey! I'm afraid it's going to be delayed! I guess something happened in the secret realm......"
"Will the opening date of the Panshan Secret Realm be delayed? Really? Even if she was as calm as her, she was very surprised. The previous incident was too impressive. If it is delayed or not opened, these three people will not be retaliated against? It's too late to slip away, after all, it's the city lord!
Nanfeng didn't know that the city lord of this Panya City was just the administrator who managed the city, and most of the cultivators who lived in the Dark Alley District didn't take him seriously at all. Although the cultivation realm is becoming more and more closely connected with ordinary people, orthodox cultivators still look down on the behavior of greedy for mundane rights. Otherwise, in the realm of this Scattered Cultivation Alliance, how would the three Scattered Cultivators dare to calculate him?
"Humph! Why can't you grasp the point so much! "Yuan Bao is angry, he can't grasp the point like this, he doesn't have the soul of gossip at all, it's really unteachable!! You can't be friends with the clever and witty Ingot Lord! If it weren't for the fact that she was the only one who wouldn't go away listening to her endless gossip, I wouldn't want to pay attention to her!
"Brother Yuanbao~" The two big eyes immediately moistened, sucked the small nose, and the cherry mouth pouted slightly, which immediately healed the gossip soul of the gossip king.
"Guess why they fought?"
"I don't know~" This time Nanfeng was very face-saving and looked at him cutely.
Yuan Bao looked at this cute little sister, and saw that she was wearing a simple and plain blue shirt and pants, standing on a stool, her two sleeves rolled up, revealing two thin white and tender arms, and a piece of fine iron larger than her head slowly cooled down, and was thrown back to the stove by her.
"You know, phew! I know you don't know, so I won't ask you. ”
"Speaking of the top second generation of immortals in our immortal world, you know, right? This head of the Qingshan Sword Sect and Yu Zhenjun of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion are second to none. Both families are the pillars of the sect. I can't finish it for ten days and ten nights. Anyway, many, many years ago, the two became a Taoist couple, and only in recent years have they had a child. And then recently made trouble and left, hehe, most of them have an insider! As a result, the son was gone. Both said that the other was hiding. This is not? It hasn't been clear for months. ”
"Brother Yuanbao, people are curious to die, what happened later?" The south wind was urging sweetly, while continuing to strike the iron in an orderly manner. But ingots obviously don't care.