Hu Qing: "When can I take it?" ”

The carpenter clapped his hand: "Tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow? So fast? The paint can't be dried. ”

The carpenter smiled: "Just come from the mortal realm." ”

Hu nodded lightly: "Yes, I just came." ”

He said: "The paint used here is different, and it will dry after a while, so you don't need to dry it." He added: "Your thing is too simple, I give you a board and you can spell it out yourself." ”

But isn't it, Hu lightly gave a thumbs up: "The master has a good eye." This kind of furniture is made according to the size of the board in our small place, drilled holes, who buys it and goes home to build it by himself, it is also a pleasure. ”

The carpenter shook his head: "It's not authentic, how can anyone treat guests like this." ”

Hu chuckled: "Play, master, don't fight if you don't want to, I'll pull it back and beat it myself." ”

The carpenter still shook his head: "No, no, no, it's not authentic, it's bad for my reputation." ”

said that she would come to get it the next day or at this time, Hu Qing went home and let Hu Huahua crawl and play by herself, she pondered the storage bag.

There was a bang, and the contents were piled up on the ground. First open the trailer, pick up the ore, and then pick out the spirit stones and put them on the table, a total of eighty-seven pieces.

Break the box and the table and throw it next to the stove, and tomorrow it will be split and burned.

Lingzhi put it aside to see if he could go to the riverside stall and sell it. Knives and swords are afraid of markings, so put them away first and deal with them later. The medicine bottle talisman paper is kept for study. There are a few pieces of raw materials left for other miscellaneous items, and the others are useless, so throw them away.

A book has a dragon sword technique written on it, and there are pictures and words in it. The corners of his mouth twitched when he saw this name, and he was absolutely foolish.

A tube of simple books: Changchun Jue.

Changchun Jue? It seems that the name has been heard somewhere.

It's still a jade slip, with a faint aura on it, this thing should be much more reliable than the mad dragon sword technique.

When she opened it, she knew all the words engraved on the blue and white jade strips, and read them sentence by sentence, which seemed to teach people how to cultivate.

"Induce the air?" Hu Qinghu was suspicious: "Why is it different from what Shui Xin taught?" ”

Shui Xin: Nonsense, Changchun Jue is the basic mental method of the rotten street, and ten lower grade spirit stones can be bought, what I teach you is the orthodox and superior mental method of Buddhism.

Hu Qing instinctively looks down on this thing, so what good thing can a poor ghost have?

Dahan: Am I poor? If you compare yourself with monks like me, Lao Tzu is considered to have some wealth.

Hu Qing still did not recognize the gap between the rich and the poor of the monks. Like Hu Nuan, at a young age, the spiritual root is good, and he is fortunate to be accepted as a personal disciple by the real people of the big sect, and he is definitely the luckiest group of people, and the cruel cultivation world is mostly low-level cultivators, and the monks who are struggling to survive kill red eyes for a piece of spirit stone.

Therefore, Hu Qing is also a rich man in a sense, depending on who he compares with.

A windfall makes her satisfied, but it is also full of dangers. It's terrible, but it's just to go to the suburbs to pick a stone and someone grabs it, this time fortunately she is prepared, fortunately the person looks down on her negligence, in case she touches a cautious one, it will be her who will die.

Hu took a light breath, feeling that he still had to prepare more means.

I took the storage bag to wash it, soaked it in a basin and poured it into the soap corner, and thought of the tattered silk cloth that I warmed, and went into the house and took it out from under the pillow to soak it together.

If you don't talk about the mother and daughter, Hu Nuan will never finish washing Hu Qing, but Hu Nuan thinks it's fun, and Hu Qing has a slight cleanliness habit.

Her cleanliness habit is also intermittent, she is not particular about it outside the home, but she can't bear it at home, and after the end of the world, this point of attention is not exquisite, and now that the conditions are good, she can't help but pay attention to it.

I always felt that the storage bag used by the big man was stained with the smell of stinky feet, and the torn silk cloth was visibly dirty.

Wash and wash, use up a jar of soaphorn liquid, the sky is dark, and Hu Qing is cleaned with water and wrung out.

will be satisfied.

"Whew, I can use it now."

The storage bag was not dirty, and washing it for half a day just made her feel better psychologically.

And the tattered silk cloth is still the color of gray and yellow.

"Huh? A little more here? ”

The silk cloth was originally washed out of five white dots, but now there is a light golden dot far away from the white dot.

Now Hu Nuan became interested: "I want to see what it will look like when you wash it." ”

Started washing again.

Hu Huahua somehow climbed down from a high place, climbed to the door, rested on the threshold, looked at the demonic Hu Qing melancholy, and let out a voice in her throat for a long time: Woo.

Hu Qing didn't hear it, and indulged in washing silk cloth.

Hu Huahua seemed to sigh and let out a whine with all her might.

Hu turned his head lightly: "What's it called, mom is busy." ”

Hu Huahua: "... Woooooooo ”

Hu Qing: "Hungry? ”

Hu Huahua: "Woo, woo." ”

You have to eat meat, not a vegetarian diet. Besides, shouldn't you be pleasantly surprised when I spoke to you?

The silk cloth was thrown in the basin, and Hu walked over with a flick of his hand, picked it up and rubbed his little head: "It turns out that you are not a little mute." ”

Hu Huahua: ... Good grievance.

"Then reward you for talking and roast a chicken."

There is Hu Huahua at home, and the ingredients are constantly bought, Hu is complacent, that is, she, who wants to raise a dog like this.

Hu Huahua: It's not a dog.

Hang two in the oven, chop one on the barbecue, and ask the family what kind of expenses it is to be carnivores.

While nibbling on the chicken thighs, Hu Huahua asked: "It's not okay to go on like this, our family of three is a monk, and it's not a way to eat ordinary ingredients all the time." Reiki ingredients are expensive when you think about it, and they can't be afforded by families like us, so how about I go out hunting? ”

"I don't know what animals can and can't eat. You said why can't you grow up quickly, just be a hound for me. ”

Hu Huahua: I'm really not a dog.

After eating, he cleaned up, picked up the storage bag and studied, how can this thing recognize the owner? Dripping blood?

Pricked his finger with a needle and squeezed the blood dripping on his head, and the storage bag sucked the blood in, and he immediately saw it clearly.

Raise your eyebrows, sure enough, dripping blood is omnipotent.

This time, she won't scatter things indiscriminately, as long as she thinks about it, things will be placed where she wants to put them.

She was amazed and put it away, like a child playing with a novel toy. Hu Huahua looked at it interestingly at first, but then she was tired of looking at it, a broken storage space, what to do.

Kindness? I don't think I have a play, so what is the play?

Hu Huahua was confused.

Hu Qing played enough before carefully tying the storage bag behind the belt, in other words, she is still wearing the clothes that Qingyan gave her, it is really convenient to move and can be cleaned automatically, the key is - she can't afford such clothes at present.

Sleeping until the early hours of the morning, Hu Qing got up, she was going out of the city to collect medicine, walked to the yard and glanced at it inadvertently, only to find that the silk cloth was still soaking in the basin, and she took it out and put it on the stove, and came back to talk about it.

Hu Qing walked to the city gate just as the sky was white, and he went out of the city directly and found that the skin outside the city was very wet. Has it rained? It's not raining in the city, is it still raining on the barrier of Fang City? No, it had rained in the city before. Could it be a localized shower?

Hu Qing is going to pick ghost mushrooms, I shouldn't have grown up after I haven't been there for so long, who knows that when I go to see it, it's all gone!

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