When the night receded, and a ray of dawn climbed up the corner of the window, Demon Zangfeng stopped the operation of "Swallowing Yuan Duel" and "Killing Immortal Duel", and slowly opened his eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a night of absorption, the cyan light cluster in the jade box was reduced by nearly one-fifth, but the fluctuation of the sword element of the demon hidden feng had completely stabilized at the consummation of the third stage of the sword apprentice, and there was only one kick left before the fourth stage of the sword apprentice.

With such a rocket ascension, Demon Zangfeng not only did not feel the slightest hidden danger and vanity, but even had a feeling of unfinished.

Putting down the jade box, Jian Yuan's ascension was reasonable, but it was the "out-of-body chapter" of the Immortal Killing Decision that had been cultivated in the middle of the night before twenty handprints could be condensed, which made Demon Zangfeng, who wanted to do it in one go, a little disappointed.

Shook his head and dispelled this feeling, whether it was Jian Yuan or Shen Soul, there was a huge improvement yesterday, and some of his hearts were not enough to swallow the elephant.

After adjusting his mood, Demon Zangfeng made breakfast as usual, soaked a bottle of Ganoderma lucidum powder, came to the bedside, and woke up Lin Yuechan.

"Xiao Feng", Lin Yuechan slowly woke up, and her spirit was much better.

"Sister Yuechan, it's time to drink the medicine", Demon Zangfeng said softly.

Lin Yuechan nodded, her pink lips opened slightly, and a stream of milky juice gently slid into the corners of her mouth.

"Is it hot", after saying that, Demon Zangfeng subconsciously took a small sip, and suddenly remembered that the small spoon had been drunk by Lin Yuechan, and his face was a little hot.

"What's wrong Xiaofeng", Lin Yuechan took care of the demon Zangfeng when she was a child, and naturally didn't have any thoughts about the scene just now.

"No, it's a little hot", Demon Zangfeng blushed.

Is it hot?

Lin Yuechan pursed her lips suspiciously, she felt fine.

"By the way, Sister Yuechan, can I take you to the hospital", Demon Zangfeng said suddenly.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Demon Zangfeng hurriedly said, "In case I come back late, the medical hall will have manpower to help take care of it, and there will be someone to chat with Sister Yuechan."

"No, it costs a lot of money to live in the hospital for a day, and my sister is fine at home alone, Xiaofeng, you don't have to worry about me", Lin Yuechan shook her head lightly.

"No, Sister Yuechan, you're at home and I...", Demon Zangfeng was a little anxious.

He wanted to send Lin Yuechan to the hospital, but being taken care of was only one aspect, and he was more afraid that someone would come to the door again.

Whether it is Lin Xiao, adoptive mother Ruan Xiaomei, or Lin Chengyu, if they come to the door when they are no longer at home, the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable.

Lin Yuechan's face was a little gloomy, she pursed her lips and said, "Sister, is it causing you trouble?"

Seeing Lin Yuechan show this expression for the first time, Demon Zangfeng was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, Sister Yuechan, I don't think you're troublesome, really, not at all"

Seeing that she was silent, Demon Zangfeng's heart was like a knife, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, he didn't hide the truth in the end, and told Lin Chengyu about coming over again.

"Sister Yuechan, I'm afraid that they will come to trouble you again... I really don't dislike you at all, I, I, I'd rather take care of you for the rest of my life"

Demon Zangfeng's last sentence almost turned red, and Lin Yuechan was stunned on the bed when she heard it.

"No, no, I don't want Sister Yuechan to lie in bed for the rest of my life, I'm just...", Demon Zangfeng's strong divine soul was useless at all at this time, and he said that his hands were at a loss, and his face was flushed.

However, contrary to Demon Zangfeng's expectations, Lin Yuechan said a slight "um" with slightly flushed cheeks, and her face was happy.

The girl's mind is always difficult to fathom, let alone the demon hidden feng that she has never been exposed to.

Seeing that her face had improved, Demon Zangfeng stopped talking, for fear that he would say the wrong thing and provoke her to show such an expression again.

"Xiao Feng, it doesn't matter, this is the Lin clan, and it's close to the clan competition, they won't mess around", Lin Yuechan said softly.

Demon Zangfeng wanted to speak and stopped, and finally nodded, so he had to ask Xiao Wu to help take care of it a little more.

"Then I'll go, I'll be back soon," said Youzangfeng.

"Be careful on the road", Lin Yuechan sent away the back of the demon hidden feng with gentle eyes, just like a wife who sent her husband out.

When the chai door closed, Lin Yuechan retracted her gaze and looked at the wooden beams on the roof in a daze.

She wouldn't have said anything like "causing trouble", but she was a girl after all, and she had been lying in bed and had a lot of boring time, which gave rise to a lot of boring thoughts.

However, all these thoughts that bothered her were solved by a sentence just now.

"I'd rather take care of you for the rest of my life", Lin Yuechan whispered in a voice that only she could hear, with a smile on her face.

The dawn of the morning, through the window, sprinkled on her face, was beautiful for a while.

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On the trail, Demon Zangfeng walked briskly all the way, and soon came to the sword casting place.

This time, the steel-cast gate was empty, save for two listless swordsmen half-snuggling by the door, yawning.

It seemed that the assessment of the sword-casting apprentice was all over, and the demon hidden feng did not pause at his feet, and walked straight into the gate of the steel casting.

There is an identity nameplate, which is naturally all the way through, and the demon Zangfeng passed through the long corridor and came to the first floor.

Because it was still too early, nearly 100 casting tables were scattered and added up to less than 20, which seemed quite empty.

The sound of the hammer was loose and soft, and it sounded more like the sound of stretching your waist.

When I came to my foundry, the pig iron that had been quenched yesterday had disappeared and seemed to have been recycled.

Demon Zangfeng picked up Tietong and walked to the designated area to receive pig iron.

The designated area was large, except for an old man with gray hair squinting and napping, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Demon Zangfeng walked in lightly, and the old man didn't notice it, occasionally smashing his mouth, as if he was eating wine in a dream.

The stone is divided into three piles, the first pile is unpolished raw iron ore, which is used for quenching the sword-forging apprentices.

The second pile was freshly quenched pig iron, which was twice as large as the swordsman's apprentice.

The last pile is larger, black with purple in color, and appears to be very dense and difficult to forge.

Demon Zangfeng came to the first pile of raw iron ore the size of a briquette, and selected three pieces of it, totaling about 100 catties, which was a necessary task every day.

Then he came to the second pile of the large piece of refined iron that had been tempered once, and chose one of them, but after thinking about it, he sandwiched two more.

This pile of refined iron is twice as large as the raw iron ore that needs to be forged, so no swordsmith apprentice would be stupid enough to use it to fill up.

Moreover, the Sword Forge has always been very strict with the iron ore, and every time it is taken, it needs to be verified and recorded, so no one dares to fish in troubled waters and take away the iron ore without permission.

Coming to the place where it was recorded, Youzang Feng found his name and registered three pieces of "pig iron" and three pieces of "fine iron" that had been quenched once

As soon as he was about to leave, he heard a muddy voice come out from behind him.

"Little guy, what are you doing with so much refined iron ore, it's not for newcomers", the white-haired old man stroked a gray and black beard full of iron filings, his eyes were very dissatisfied, and he seemed to be woken up by the sound of the iron clamping just now by Demon Zangfeng.

"Sorry to wake you up, I want to try Hundred Refined Iron", Demon Zangfeng smiled apologetically.

"Try", the gray-bearded old man raised his eyebrows, glanced up and down at the Demon Hidden Front, and waved his hand, "What to try, it's a waste of time, and you just have to try a piece, what to do with so much, shouldn't it be that you want to take the sheep by the hand, let me tell you..."

In this way, the old man said a lot of things, and the demon Zangfeng just smiled bitterly and did not interrupt soundly.

"I'll try, if it really doesn't work, I'll send it back", after the old man finished speaking, Demon Zangfeng spoke.

It seemed to be angry at this kid's stubbornness, and the Lin clan did not stipulate that he could not take more, so the gray-bearded old man glared at him a few times, and waved him impatiently to let him leave.

Demon Zangfeng was happy and relaxed, and hurriedly ran to his casting table with the iron bucket.

drove away the demon hidden feng, the gray-bearded old man guarding the door squinted his eyes again, took a nap, and didn't forget to say "wine, Xiao Er is on wine"