Everyone probably has their first pot of gold, sooner or later, more or less. This small fortune will generally have a bad fate and a miserable end. But there will also be accidents, which are some business wonders, and people can use them to complete the tossing and turning and gorgeous transformation of this life, oh! This word is a bit profuse, and there are also people who are guarded and will viciously stuff their shoes into the karari, and then stare at a bronze mirror and confess affectionately to a female practitioner, or they can lick their breasts and belly and go into the market where they look down on people, and buy a bunch of equipment that will soon become obsolete, just to enjoy that surprised look. Perverted, will immediately sew into the pocket of the profane clothes, when meditating and bending over, must twist the eyebrows, feel the sharp heaviness with your heart, pain and happiness?

At the moment, Qinggang Sanjie is happily sharing the spoils, this is their first pot of gold.

"You're one, I'm one, I'm coming, you're one, hehe. That's how you have to do it." The duo is playing a game of one pile and two piles, completely ignoring that there is a third person present. Dumb, the trick master just now, seems to have the consciousness of hurriing the curtain call, happily helping to count, and when the two of them are done, they will immediately put it away with a 'boom'.

Finally, he could stretch out three fingers with his eyebrows raised, shake and shake deliberately, and hummed even more cheaply in his mouth: "Hello brothers, three-star photos....... hey, hey!

Happy times are always so stingy, but fortunately, no matter how thick the clouds are, they will spill a few wisps.

Fengxian City in the southern part of the continent was pressed under the gloom of the rainy season early in the morning, and the rain like beans in the copper basin raged endlessly for seven days. The majestic rain could not hide the rolling thunder, and the bright lightning slashed recklessly, refusing to let go of every moment of mocking the sun, moon and stars.

The sunset is coming to an end, and the land of a window only blocks the heavens, but unfortunately the ears have long been filled with the harmony of the rainstorm, but everything seems to be quiet and abnormal. In the huge workshop, only one desk lamp was on, and the light was bound in the outline of the lampshade, as if an orange seventh-level floating temple had been ignited. On the huge cases with a radius of eight feet, a layer of bright yellow rune paper is thickly laid, and the large and small 'net' and 'cloud' patterns are a bit overwhelming. Standing in front of the desk was Xue'e, the new apprentice of the Yunshang Workshop, who had been standing silently for a long time and writing for a long time.

These days, she was circling around this few cases that did not belong to her, and more and more Siamese characters came to mind, and began to cover those original Kyushu characters. Roar failed to teach her this, and two years were filled with the hardships of survival and the snow and ice.

The head of the family, Fang Wanrong, shuttled through various bureaus, graceful and luxurious, and was busy, of course she would not teach these by hand, and the senior Master Fang Shuzi was now her master. There should have been two more teachers, but Xue'e resigned for very euphemistic reasons.

Fang Wanrong couldn't stand Xue'e's euphemism the most, why was a wild woman with a Biannan accent and illiterate characters so tactful? Some words are profound and tongue-twisting, and the family history is not like words, and she is unreasonable and understanding.

"Why are you stubborn because of choking?" Fang Jiuniang, who had a headache, forced the idea of going through rare books. Retro, different, and incompatible with this city of spars, isn't this exactly what she wants? Let her go, the headache should be those men, and I'm not her mother, why do I fall into such a weird mood.

So in the past few days, Xue'e has rarely been a little happy, and the head of the family lost the first battle of his tailor-made. In her opinion, those luxurious rules and practices in Fengxian City should not be learned by a country girl, and they should not be confused because of choking and stubbornness.

She only liked the job of a runemaster, although most of the craftsmen in the workshop were cold and withdrawn, and she didn't care. In her opinion, those masters are all talented and timeless people, each piece of fabric in their hands is a landscape, the bottom lining is finely clean, splashed on the cloud pattern, the ice text in the middle of the summer material, the fire pattern in the warm material interlayer, all seem to be poured into the spring and autumn brushwork, freehand and mysterious. It is said that there is also a larger refining room in the underground dark room, and the armor blade box and accessories are all produced, and more runes can be used. Everything is so novel and desirable, isn't it.

Master Fang was not strict with her, and every day he copied a hundred of the most basic Yun Jingwen. Xue'e would write three hundred of them, and silently put them on the master's desk in the early morning, not to wait for praise, but to hope that the master would take a serious look.

Compared with the cloud pattern, Xue'e prefers Jingwen, since Dumb led her into the Qinglian Secret Realm, this realm seems to have a lot of fate with her, and this pure word is even more in line with the essence of it.

Oh, I thought of the past again, and I was relieved for no reason, and in the reverberation of the storm, a strange tune floated by, and it lingered in people's minds as soon as it drilled ....... "The elf of the mountain, go down the mountain, cut down those worries, and be a pillar! Our sister-in-law, rest assured, what my brother said, remember .........!" What a beautiful song? The little woman smiled at the corners of her mouth, and her snort gently harmonized the melody, and the difficult rainy season seemed to be over soon.

At this moment, someone should disturb it, otherwise this little comfort would be too perfect, but unfortunately others are also busy, and God has finally favored the little woman's happiness.

Xue'e felt and waved a Kyushu word for 'net', and the dark blue ice pith wrapped the strokes, as if there was liquid flowing in the hook, making the word Juan Xiu with a little upright and cold. The little girl felt a little flawed, waved her hand and wrote another one, writing more carefully. With a touch of nostalgia, carefully control not to become sad, over and over again, until that word can really jump on the page, for people to enjoy themselves. The ice pith evaporated in the temperature of the lamp, and the pure word disappeared into the rune paper. Xue'e was a little dizzy, not only did she consume her mind just now, but the spiritual power in the dantian cyclone was also poured into it unconsciously.

Sitting down tiredly, the luster of the outermost layer of a spirit stone was stripped and refined, and the cyclone in the dantian was also wrapped in a trace of light, like a thin cloud. There are a few pale pink hedrons in the Kun bag, which is her monthly apprenticeship. Obediently, if the Qinggang Sanjie at this time is seen, it is estimated that the spoils sharing conference should end gloomily. This is the first pot of gold for people, enough to kill them a few times, but it is just a little pocket money. Well, those who don't know can be silly.

After an afternoon full of psychedelia and surprises, the brothers set up the happy and sad old Wu, and crossed the muddy pond with high spirits. The condemnation of conscience made the heartbroken old Wu finally give up Xiaomo, and the ceremony of returning the abducted and trafficked children was about to begin. The whole process shows the great benevolence and righteousness, the human ethics and the norm, Lao Wu's perversion and subordinates are tirelessly named and criticized, the reasons for the abuse are sufficient, and the evidence of the whipping is conclusive, and shameless people like Lao Wu should be nailed to the gate of the water village, exhibited, stinky and blackened.

Suddenly, Xiaomo was dirty, with its teary little eyes open, Kaba Kaba, an inexplicable mess. Brute! Dare not to go in, Xia Jian was furious, and kicked the little guy into the hole, "Let's find your mother!" Look at that vicious look, how can it seem to deal with a rival in love. Lao Wu sat in the mud and howled heartbreakingly, and his wife was miserable, it really seemed like that. Dumb stood on the side happily, loudly fueling the flames: "What howl? Our Qinggang Sanjie has just broken out of the roll call hall, how can we be ruined by this little thing, is it possible to change the name of Qinggang Sijie? Hmph! There is no distinction between man and beast, and the plaything is demoralized, what kind of system does it become?" Seeing the two brothers who walked away, Lao Wu began to cry again without tears.

Who would have thought, it was just the work of tea, and I watched Lao Wu come back happily. Holding Xiao Mo in his arms awkwardly, he accepted Xiao Mo's 'Eighteen Touches of Grievances' with a loving face. This haunting little thing was beaten and driven out.

"Hehe! I guess it's full of smell of the land now, it's old and ruthless, and it doesn't admit that there is this child at all. Huh!"

Dumb began to be stunned, and Lao Xia also began to be depressed, it is estimated that it is okay to return this ghost thing, if he dares to sell it, Lao Wu will definitely turn his face and bite people. What's the matter?

"Look, I'll just say that these two are destined."

"No, even if you look good, you have small eyes, and you look like each other. ”

"Then you see, this face is carved out of a mold. I go, you see, they all love to wear black clothes, and they even dress like each other. ”

"Mom! Why didn't I see it before? Thanks to Brother Meng Lang for reminding ............."

Fang Shuzi, the chief craftsman of the Yunshang Workshop, has been a little annoyed recently. The old problem of the head of the family has been committed again, and this has brought back a country woman, and it is not over. I've received it several times before, and I've been trained to bring disaster to the country and the people, and then I don't know where it went. Although we say that we do all kinds of business, we have never made spars in this business, and I don't know where the habit of the head of the family comes from. If you have the opportunity, you have to mention it to the old immortal, it is natural for men and women to be married, and it will change later, how can such an old girl go down.

Walking into the huge workshop in front of him, Fang Shuzi's mood immediately became excited, since the master Yunmeng Shouheng went to the east to sit in the formation, this is his own world. Although there are still a few eyes in the underground workshop, it is only a matter of time. Thinking of his master Yunmeng Conservation, he has to think of his son Yunmeng Fangduan, the former senior brother of himself...... The wicked. Fang Shuzi's heart trembled, forcing himself not to think about it anymore, so his steps couldn't help but tighten.

He was originally a mid-level twelve-level cultivator who walked with the wind, and he was only one step away from the peak. It was so fast that many people were shocked along the way. Here it is not far to say that the temples comparable to Kyushu are not far behind, and there are many busy duties in the corner of the cloister and in the morning. Seeing that the third master of the workshop had a gloomy face, he hurriedly retreated. For a while, the morning that was already silent became even more solemn for no reason. Two and a half miles away, Master Fang, who had walked out of the king's demeanor and was full of ambition, was suddenly in a good mood again. Emotions, emotions are such a thing.

Xue'e, who had not stopped all night, had just breathed for twelve weeks, when the light of the sky pierced in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the rain finally stopped. Looking at the messy cases, Xue'e was a little busy, and the arrival of the master made it all even more serious. Fortunately, in the already spotless workshop, only a symbolic light is needed. Take care of it like it was on the ground, and don't forget to make nine turns of boiling water to add fragrance, and finally serve a pot of Youlan clear melon, Xue'e left a stack of homework a little sneeringly, and didn't say a word in the whole process.

This neat and neat figure makes the viewer a little distracted. Fang Shuzi's original 'hum' in his nose slowly turned into a long 'shh', what else can he say? It's serious to enjoy it with peace of mind, I haven't been so comfortable for a long time.

Drinking fragrant tea, in the slender figure of Xue'e in the distance, Master Fang suddenly wanted to do his duty to teach and solve doubts, who made him feel good today.

The neatly depicted rune paper, the juanxiu runes, the pen is still shallow, but it can be seen that it is very attentive. It's just these hundreds of identical ones, what a thick stack it is, well, it takes great perseverance to be a teacher. But the patience that is about to be lost, and the increasingly sour eyelids are a huge test.