In the early morning of the next day, after the wind was finished at Aunt Wang's house, he said goodbye to Wang Ling and "Xiaozi", who were about to start work.

If you want to ask "Xiao Zi", who is it?

Look at the fox at the dinner table.

This morning, Aunt Wang officially gave the spirit fox a name - Xiao Zi.

After that, Feng Yan picked up the two wild boars he had hunted yesterday and went in the direction of his house.

On the way home, Feng Yan vaguely felt as if he had forgotten something.

It wasn't until he saw the miserable scene of his own house that he realized that he had forgotten to cook for his master.

Stepping into the yard, everything was normal.

The ironware was placed haphazardly, and the only thing that was abnormal was probably that there was an unknown thing in the tank.

It seems to be a mouthful pot?

Wind Death felt a little wrong, but she didn't care.

After all, Mo Lao likes to tinker with some iron tools when he has nothing to do.

However, there was still a hint of doubt about the wind and death.

Shizun doesn't seem to make iron pots, right?

Speaking of this, we still have to mention the wide range of products "ink old-fashioned" ironware.

Shovels, hoes, shovels, horseshoes and other daily necessities that are often worn out, all kinds of iron weapons, armor, and custom torture equipment such as handcuffs and leg irons are all within the scope of business.

But the pot is not in the scope of business.

Why?

It's still that feature, it's so well done.

It's so good that the water boils in the pot for a day, and the pot doesn't show any traces, but the water is just cold water to warm water.

There are similar ironware for heating or cooling, which are not part of the business.

Mo Lao has also tried to make it, but even the most inferior materials are very hard, especially cold and heat insulation.

So, Mo Lao gave up.

Maybe you want to try making a regular pot?

Stormfall thought.

Pushing open the door, the familiar smell of wine, the familiar old man, is normal......

No! Not at all!

The master was not lying on the bed and sleeping, but half-kneeling at the dinner table!

"Master, what's wrong with you!"

Seeing this scene, Feng Yan thought that there was something wrong with Mo Lao's body, and hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine, it's just...... Good apprentice, you won't abandon being a teacher, will you?"

Mo Lao's eyes were a little evasive, as if he had done something wrong.

Why should I abandon my master?

Could it be that the master ...... Really stupid?

Abandon?

Of course not!

In any case, the master raised himself for seven years......

Well, it's five years, or Aunt Wang is taking care of it.

Otherwise, I don't know what will happen.

I still raised him for the past two years.

Helped me a lot......

Well, it seems that there is only practice, and there are a lot of troubles on weekdays.

Why is it that I don't have any gratitude at all when I think about it?

"No, it won't. ”

A teacher for one day, a father for life.

Although there is not much gratitude, the kindness of knowing the encounter cannot be repaid, and with the feelings of seven years of getting along, Feng Yan gave the answer.

"Really, no remorse. ”

Mo Lao suddenly became very happy.

"No, it won't. ”

Windfall shook his head.

Master, is this a daily stupidity?

However, the next moment, Feng Yan wanted to change his answer to the opposite.

"I didn't close the kitchen door?"

Feng Yan walked to the kitchen, ready to make breakfast for Mo Lao.

What does it taste like?

What is it that burns?

Before opening the kitchen door, Feng Yan smelled a strange smell.

"Ahem, ahem...... This...... Master, what have you done?"

Opening the kitchen door, an unpleasant smell of burnt made Feng Yan cough a few times.

After that, the wind died and saw a mess.

As for the culprit, who else could it be besides the old man?

Opening the kitchen door, the first thing Feng Yan saw was puffs of black smoke.

The kitchen utensils and spare vegetables were all crumbled and black, and they filled the entire kitchen.

The shelves that used to hold vegetables are now a pile of wood.

Condiments such as chili peppers and garlic that used to hang are now flying freely in the air in the form of powders visible to the naked eye.

The most pitiful is the Lord of the Stove, who has now turned into dust, quietly drawing circles on the side.

The only thing that doesn't have a problem is probably the walls.

Not only is it fine, but it also emits a faint golden light.

This is, cast a golden light spell?

"Master, explain. ”

Feng Yan gritted his teeth, he was still worried that something had happened to him, it turned out that he had caused me a big trouble.

So, Mo Lao obediently told what happened.

Yesterday morning, Mo Lao woke up, ate the food left behind by the wind, drank a few sips of wine, and went to the courtyard to try to make ordinary iron tools, so as to have a sustainable income.

But when I was thinking about what to forge, I couldn't help but drink a few more sips of wine, and then I got a little drunk, so I went to bed and went to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon, and I felt a little hungry.

But Feng Yan was not there, and no one prepared food, so he planned to make his own bowl of rice.

Fill with water and prepare the noodles and vegetables.

Mo Lao began to light a fire.

I was going to use a method to make a fire, but the fire I attracted was a spiritual fire, and I was afraid that this pot would not be able to stand it.

Then there was a fire in peace.

It took a lot of effort to finally light it with flint and steel.

"Isn't there a fire fold?"

Hearing this, Feng Yan was strange, and he had prepared a flint, but this was just in case.

There's a fire on the stove.

Then, Mo Lao remembered......

The first one to throw it in...... It seems to be this fire excerpt.

When the fire is lit, the flame is too small, and although it catches, it is not enough to boil the water.

And no matter how Mo Lao tinkered, there was just a lot of smoke, but he didn't see the flames getting bigger.

In the end, Mo Lao finally thought of a solution

That is - fill the stove with quenching stones.

The name of quenching stone is because of its strong fire, which is extremely suitable for quenching.

When heating, fill a little quenching stone, and the flame temperature will increase instantly.

In this way, an ultra-light quenching is not like quenching.

Quenching stones are not heated continuously, but instantaneously in an explosive manner.

Generally, blacksmiths can add up to three pieces at a time to avoid overreaction and causing the fryer.

And what Mo Lao did was to add one piece and find that the fire was not big, so he added two more pieces.

But how can the earthen stove be compared to the forging furnace, and if the two pieces go down, the king of the stove will see the Jade Emperor in advance.

As for the pot, it was nothing more than the product of an attempt to reconstruct the crime scene.

"What else?"

Speaking of which, Mo Lao didn't say anything, but Feng Yan understood that things were far from so simple.

Two quenching stones wouldn't have caused such much damage.

"Well, isn't there a stone next to the stove? I usually see you always add to the stove, but I just add a little bigger...... Why did it blow up?"

Hearing this, Feng Yan choked.

Master, are you sure it's a little bigger?

I usually just scrape a little powder, you can use it all.

This stone was originally found by the wind in the back mountain.

After some tinkering, he found that this stone was particularly easy to ignite, so he tried to use it to start a fire.

After deducting a small piece, as soon as it was thrown into the fire, the original firewood pile was blown up.

Therefore, when the wind is used later, it is only scraped a little to prevent the explosion caused by too much volume.

"Master, the disciple now solemnly asks you to stay away from the kitchen, our current savings are estimated to be only enough to renovate the kitchen, if you make another problem, don't think about eating in the future. ”

Although he was also at fault in this matter, he just didn't tell Shizun not to touch the stone, and the problem was caused by Shizun.

Therefore, it is resolute not to let the master get close to the kitchen.

If you cause some more problems, you will really not be able to eat.

"Disciple, don't be angry, cultivation is about self-cultivation and calmness...... So, don't be angry......"

Self-cultivation?

Not angry is called self-cultivation?

Also, Master, you clearly said at that time that the purpose of self-cultivation was to make yourself more suitable for the number of days and make cultivation easier.

Eh, forget it, it's not a day or two since the old man has been like this.

Besides, even if you are angry, what is the use?

An old man who has beaten himself and has not disregarded his face or his own master, in the face of him, can he still get cheap?

"Forget about this matter, as long as you don't have any whims in the future, this place really can't stand such a toss. ”

In the end, Feng Yan just persuaded Mo Lao again and again to stop causing trouble for himself.

However, in order to let Mo Lao remember this lesson.

Feng Yan handed over the work of cleaning up the kitchen and reshaping the stove to Mo Lao, and went to buy new kitchen supplies himself.

An hour later, the Windfall returned with his newly purchased supplies.

Then I saw a clean kitchen and a stove.

Yes, it's a stove.

The "corpse" of the Lord of the Stove has been half reshaped, and it is a rectangular mud block, which is in the original place.

But the stove is supposed to have, it doesn't have one.

When Feng Yan asked Mo Lao, Mo Lao's answer was - he has not done it and will not do it.

At this time, Feng Yan was stunned at first, and then thought of the past, is it difficult to take Mo Lao really has no common sense of life?

"Forget it, Master, go and rest, I'll do the rest. ”

Since Mo Lao can't, this job can only be handed over to Feng Yan, who deals with the stove all day long.

But the wind didn't really know what to do with the stove.

It's just that I usually have a lot of contact and know a general structure.

After the stove was basically formed, Feng Yan tried to recall all kinds of memories of the stove.

Finally, half an hour later, a stove was ready.

After that, it took half an hour to make another stove.

Then, it took another half an hour to set up the kitchen as it was.

At this time, it was close to noon, and Feng Yan, who had been tired for a long time, really didn't want to cook, so he left Mo Lao to rest.

So, Mo Lao was hungry again.

It is true that he can already clear the valley, but gluttony has little to do with whether he is hungry or not.

So, Mo Lao secretly vowed never to cause trouble for the wind again.

By the way, there is another condition, unintentional does not count.

Before I knew it, it was dinner, and Mo Lao began to ask about the cultivation.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, aren't you in the Qi training period, or the third order of Qi training. ”

"Hmm. But Master, why can I reach the third level of Qi cultivation as soon as I break through?"

Storm Death had actually wanted to ask this question in the morning.

"The level of cultivation is, to put it bluntly, a matter of quantity and quality.

When the quantity required by the first order is satisfied, it will move on to the next level, and if the quantity is further advanced, it will enter the next state, and the higher quality will easily satisfy the quantity demand.

The innate temperament is much better than the acquired qi, and with it, it is not difficult for you to directly break through to the third level of qi training. ”

I see.

"By the way, in three years' time, you should go to the Three Sects Conference. By the way, take Xiao Ling'er with you. Also, Qingfeng Jin is not suitable for her, don't teach indiscriminately. ”

“......”

Feng Yan was silent, Master Zun had known this for a long time?

Thus, the three-year joint training between Feng Yan and Wang Ling began.