Chapter Seventy-Three: Strange Cultivation (3)
The pigment bought by Hu Qing is said to never fade, and the guarantee given by the merchant is to listen to it, she blended several colors, and finally settled on the classic color: Ah Huang.
"Huahua, do you know Ah Huang? Ah Huang is the most well-known cutie. β
Hu Huahua looked at the dark brown soup in horror, and her immature little paws grabbed Hu Qing's arm: I won't go down, I won't go down, I won't go down-
The ruthless old mother pressed the palm of fate: "Come on Huahua, mom can dye her hair, although it is the first time, but mom will definitely turn you into the cutest and cutest Ah Huang." β
Nope-
Hu Huahua was pressed into a strange-tasting medicinal juice, and the water was warm but not warm his cold heart.
Hu lightly held his head, only his nose was exposed on the water, and Hu Huahua's small appearance of closing his eyes and mouth and leading his neck to kill himself was not to mention how funny.
Hu smiled unscrupulously, feeling that it was almost over, and he turned him over and soaked it for a long time.
The naΓ―ve Hu Huahua felt that he would never forget this involuntary feeling for the rest of his life, and he would know that he would have more opportunities to be involuntary in the future.
Mom and sister or something, definitely the scariest creatures in the world.
The flowers were fished out of the water, their hair collapsed, and they flowed with tan medicinal juice, and when they were dried in the sun, the tan became... Earthy yellow.
A good standard Ah Huang.
Hu looked at it lightly, and felt that this earthy yellow was too uniform, and it looked a little fake, so he took a big brush and brushed a few more pieces on his head and back, and the color looked dark, not so fake.
"I said I can do it, look, how beautiful, when you can leave, Mom will take you out for a walk."
So, why do you go out before you go?
Hu Qing looked at the newly baked Ah Huang and was very satisfied, yes, this is the way to be down-to-earth.
There was a gurgling sound in the little thing's belly, reminding her that it was time to feed the incompetent keeper.
Since I washed vegetables, cooked and took care of the children, and when I was busy with everything, Hu Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, I came with aura, and I was here for a long time, and I wondered if I opened my eyes, how could I not see?
No, she obviously induced qi into her body, exactly the same feeling as Shui Xin's description, and there was also a faint sense of qi in the dantian position, why couldn't she see it?
Obviously, what Shui Xin said is the same as what Hu Nuan said, saying that as long as there is a spiritual root, you can "see" the aura if you find the right feeling, the aura has a color, the ordinary white without attributes and the corresponding color of various spiritual roots, the spiritual root can absorb the corresponding aura light point, and the non-attribute can also supplement the spiritual power, and the aura of other attributes is not easy to absorb, and it is not easy to integrate if absorbed.
But why can't she see anything?
Got a fake gas?
But your own dirt is obviously a preliminary washing of dust and dirt to eliminate impurities in the body, can't it be that you sweat too much and get dusty?
I don't understand.
Hu lightly recited the qi induction method into the body all night, but there was no reaction.
Dejected: "Huahua, God plays mother." β
God: I don't really have that time.
"Is it in the wrong place?" Hu Qing pondered: "Our yard is not good, if it doesn't prosper me, I'll try it again in the blacksmith shop." β
Hu Huahua choked up, and you want me to stay?
Hu Qing: "You are good, wait for me to come back to make dumplings." β
Hu Huahua: Don't, don't eat vegetables, don't eat noodles, only eat meat.
He didn't have a say, so he made noodles as usual, fed them hard, and boiled meatballs and put them to his mouth.
When I went out, I remembered the episode of yesterday afternoon, and seeing that the next door was quiet, that woman should be dead, right? If she gets entangled any more, she's welcome.
Tie Sheng waited in the shop: "Sister, you are finally here." β
Seeing that he looked like he had found the backbone of the Lord, Hu Qing was also very helpless: "What do you do, or cultivate, wait for me to waste my time." β
Tie Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know what to do. β
Hu was speechless: "What did you do when your master was there?" β
Tie Sheng: "I'll do whatever my master tells me to do." β
Well, poke and move.
She looked at the shop, and it was deserted: "What about the objects made by your master?" β
Tie Sheng: "It's all sold out." β
Hu Qing felt bad: "Sold cheaply? β
Tie Sheng: "The neighborhood is cheaper, it's cheaper." β
Hu Qing thought dizzily: "What about the dagger I saw before?" Your master said fifty low-grade spirit stones. β
Tie Sheng thought about it: "Ah, that, there is an uncle who said that he was short of money, and he bought ten spirit stones, and he will make it up to me when he has money in the future." β
Hu Qinghe: "Uncle? Do you know him? What's his name? Where to stay? IOU? β
Tie Sheng blinked: "Uncle passing by." β
Hu Qingqi knew that this person couldn't hold it, so she must have run over to loot as soon as possible.
It's looting, those people are talking openly and blatantly plundering.
Angry.
This fool.
I wanted to scold him for a few sentences and couldn't bear to see his innocent and pure appearance, so Hu gritted his teeth lightly: "You go to make a dagger, your master hit like that, make ten first." β
Tie Sheng scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'll try." β
Hu glared: "You won't?" β
"I will. The master is watching me from the side, and I will. β
β...β
Good intentions tired.
There is not only one iron platform, this time Hu Qing picked up a piece of fine iron from the pile of materials used by the master and put it in the furnace to burn.
Stared at Tie Sheng: "Fight hard, or I'll scold you." β
Tie Sheng looked happy: "Huh." β
Speechless, I really have to scold to move, how did the master teach.
Master: That's it, what can I do?
Tie Sheng happily went to prepare the materials, Hu Qing looked at his back and shook his head slightly, staring at the stove. Yesterday's hammer took half an hour to burn red, how long will this fine iron burn today?
Less than half an hour.
It seems that the material used for the hammer is more difficult to melt than fine iron.
With the sound of percussion, she slowly entered the state, this time, she clearly felt that something subtle poured into the pores of her limbs with her movements, and the faint sense of qi in the dantian position was obvious.
Nimbus.
Practice.
She was absorbing aura and cultivating.
Hu Qing was confused, so he needed to strike iron to cultivate by himself? I think that at the beginning, Hu Nuan's cultivation was to stand and count, then sit and count, and then meditate cross-legged. So, it's a process?
After a busy day, Hu Qing just beats, and the iron dagger - only to complete a rough model.
"It will take me three days to refine a dagger." He smiled innocently.
Hu Qing: "Okay, take your time, I'll come back tomorrow." β
Tie Sheng smiled at satisfaction.
Hu sighed softly, this kid has to stand up by himself.
Every day in the future, Hu Qing came to the blacksmith to practice, and she tried many times at home, but she couldn't do it. She thought it might be because there was no blacksmith shop at home, and there was a lot of aura here.
And a group of young disciples in the Chaohua Sect finally lined up neatly and started a spring outing - no, it was an experience.
The leader of the team was Yin Ning, Yuliuya's apprentice.
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