Hu Qing nodded thoughtfully, like a master of the Tao among mortals? A little more powerful than a mortal, but not as good as a monk.

Tie Sheng said sadly: "Even a woman who has never hit an iron is stronger than me, and the master must have been angry with me." ”

Hu is speechless, who do you look down on, how can a woman be better than you? Maybe I'm so talented at iron.

With a heart moving, her talent is striking iron? It's not surprising that she is a golden fire twin spirit root, gold and fire, aren't they the standard for striking iron. Speaking of which, when she is about to awaken in the last days, she is hot and burning like a fire, is she a fire-based ability?

This is a question that will probably never be answered.

But, for now, she likes the feeling of striking iron.

smiled: "Tie Sheng, I'll come back tomorrow." You tidy up the shop, and put together the materials, semi-finished products, finished products, mortal and monk's use, all of them. ”

She naturally gave the order, and Tie Sheng naturally obeyed: "You come early tomorrow." ”

Hu was speechless, and he could see that this child had no backbone, and someone had to support him.

The old master is not at ease.

Hu Qing put the cart in the shop, and on the way back, he visited a few shops to buy some paints, and when he was almost home, he ran into a neighbor's woman.

When the invisible is about to pass, the woman takes the initiative to meet her.

"Hu Niangzi, go home."

Hu Qing was frightened at a face with a forced smile, isn't this person possessed by a ghost?

When you don't see it, you pass by. The old lady is righteous and protects her body, and all demons and monsters retreat.

The woman's face was twisted, a little widow with a broken face and a bottle of oil, if she didn't have a hand in cooking, she wouldn't look down on her. More than just cooking, although this little widow always runs out, she has never brought a man back, she should be an innocent person, better than the unclear little fox who took the initiative to run to the door and follow several men.

Moreover, the little widow cooks three meals a day without stopping the fire, that is, she has money in her hands. When someone gets married, and the two families become a family, won't she have a subordinate who cooks for nothing and doesn't have to work hard with her son to support the family?

Yes, it's a good deal, and she has to talk to a matchmaker quickly.

And Hu Qing didn't know that he had bloomed a rotten peach blossom and returned home in a panic: "Huahua, are you hungry?" ”

He was not only hungry, but also hungry and weeping.

The hair under Hu Huahua's eyes was wet for a small time, and she closed her eyes and didn't look at her.

Hu is light, angry and funny, and his temper is raised first before the meat is raised.

"I'm sorry, Mom came back late because of something, so I'm going to cook for you, what do you want to eat? The big bones are still warm. Didn't I say you, you are a big man, can you still starve yourself to death when no one is home? Standing up and walking, the stove is just these two steps, and you can eat it when you lift the lid. ”

While training, he introspected: "I didn't expect it, when I go out in the future, I will definitely put the food in your mouth." ”

There was milk in the mouth, boiled, but now it was cold, and the little thing didn't drink a sip. Oh, I picked it up.

After dismantling a plate of meat and putting it in the young master's mouth, she went to order a pot of noodles, came in with noodles, and saw Hu Huahua looking at her, and the meat on the side of her mouth did not move.

Immediately, his heart softened, and he blamed: "You eat first, the child can't be hungry." ”

As he spoke, he put down the noodles, put the meat in it, mixed it, and fed it to Hu Huahua's mouth.

Hu Huahua was stunned, why did he force him to be a vegetarian if he was a good boy with good manners?

Tigers are not vegetarians!

Hu laughed lightly: "You must eat, children can't be picky eaters." ”

In the end, he was forced to eat noodles.

Early the next morning, Hu Qing cooked the porridge and put the chopped vegetable leaves, Hu Huahua looked at the green in his eyes and closed his eyes decisively. It's a pity, it's useless, Hu Qing can break his mouth and pour it.

At this moment, I hate my dog legs very much.

Hu Qing cooked meatballs for him and put them to his mouth: "Maybe when you will come back, don't wait for me." ”

Last night she carefully recalled the state of fascination when striking iron, and it was certainly different from the feeling she had been obsessed with work before, that feeling, how to say, as if her attention was all focused on one point, and as if she had disappeared, she couldn't tell.

She even had a dream of striking iron, a ball of fire and iron in the dark space, and she waved her arms to pick and slash...

When I woke up the next day, I was refreshed and had no pain in my body.

It's not scientific.

Hu Qing wanted to figure this out.

Press the dog's head: "Don't mess with me, my mother is trying to support the family, you and your sister." ”

When Tie Sheng saw her coming, he smiled out two rows of big white teeth, and his spirit looked better than yesterday.

Hu Qing couldn't help but said: "Tie Sheng, when your master is gone, you have to prop up the shop, and wait for your master to come back and let him see your ability." ”

Tie Sheng didn't have this ambition, the master used to listen to the master, but now the master doesn't know how to breathe when he is not there.

Hu asked him lightly, "Do you cultivate?" ”

Tie Sheng said: "I am a miscellaneous spirit root, and the master said that I am strong and simple-minded, so I am suitable for striking iron." ”

Hu said lightly, I think so.

He asked again, "How many layers have you cultivated?" ”

Tie Sheng: "The second layer of gas refining." ”

Ah, it's warm up to my house.

Suddenly, the old mother was so proud.

She said, "Then you can cultivate, can I try all the materials you have here?" ”

Tie Sheng: "Okay, you just try, I'll cultivate later." I can hear someone coming. ”

After saying that, she was introduced to the various raw materials in the shop, and Hu Qing only felt that this child had a big heart and no heart, but fortunately it was not his own son. Deeply sympathetic to the master.

"Eh, won't the fire in this furnace go out?"

Tie Sheng said: "This is a vein of earth fire, my master said that serious monk refining weapons can't look down on such earth fire, so they can only fool around in this realm and make small things to eat." ”

Hu smacked his tongue, the earth fire that the monk didn't look down on could quickly burn the iron red, so how powerful should the fire used by the monk be?

Tie Sheng went to the back to cultivate, Hu lightly picked a large piece of red copper and burned it red, she kept adjusting her standing posture, the front and back of her feet, the angle, and the strength of her waist, abdomen and arms, trying to find the most comfortable posture.

Gradually, everything around her darkened, her consciousness was immersed, and she could only see the fire around her, the copper under her hand, and the heat of the fire jumped around her, shining so that her hair was dark red and shiny, and the copper that had been tempered repeatedly was reflected into the golden light under her eyes.

Countless pick-ups, countless falls.

There was a click, and a soft sound woke Hu Qing up.

Only then did she realize that the copper under her hand had turned into a fist-sized light golden mass, and the iron hammer that tempered the copper was actually cracked!

Hu Qing was stunned.

After a moment's thought, she decisively put the hammer into the furnace and burned it, and her eyes searched for another hammer, and turned to find that the hammer in the furnace was not even red. Thoughtfully. Looking down at the hammer in his hand, the weight is about the same as that one, and the color... She doesn't understand.

It took about half an hour for the hammer, which had a crack in it, to burn red.

She glanced at the iron tongs, there was no change, and knew that this iron tong was not the ordinary iron tong she thought it was, and the material was definitely not ordinary.

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