After inexplicably becoming a mortal refiner, Qin Chong's life suddenly became nourishing.

From the original small dormitory, it was replaced by a large suite, a large room, almost as big as the dilapidated house he lived in in a small mountain village. It also comes with a bath room, so you can finally wash when you want, and wash in whatever position you want. Instead of running to the big bathhouse and messing with a bunch of bare-assed people.

Voyeurism is a thing, I'm afraid it won't happen again.

Not only that, but even their dirty clothes, mainly the protective clothing used in smelting, are cleaned up by special personnel, washed and dried, and sent to the door.

There was only one babysitter left. If this is not the gate of the Taoist Academy, I am afraid that someone would have sent it to the door to be a nanny.

He finally knew why a fat old man like Master Qiu, who had no appearance and shallow Taoism, could live such a comfortable and leisurely life. The refiner, not the blacksmith, if Qin Zhong is placed in the mainland dynasty now, a large number of big families, the sect will rush to invite him for him, although the military department is not too short of this kind of mortal refiner, but the more the merrier.

This kind of treatment made Qin Chonghao proud. Even he never looked in the mirror before, but now before going out, he will look in the mirror, now he is not just admitted to the hospital, just a small blacksmith from a small mountain village to work as a coolie and use refining tools to pay off debts.

I don't know if Master and Master would have happily had a drink with him if they knew about his current growth. I can't help but think of the two of them.

Unfortunately, when they were not in front of them, I couldn't share this emotion with them, and when I was meditating alone in my big house, I couldn't help but think, "Is this the way of monasticism?"

The weather has become cooler, there are more and more fallen leaves, and in the blink of an eye, Qin Chong has been in the courtyard for two months.

In the past few days, the speed of his smelting has become faster and faster, and with the first one-star mortal soldier, he is almost building one-star Dao weapons at a rate of two per day.

He had now learned not only to make bows, but also to make swords.

Dao swords are more common than bows. In the world of Dao cultivation, a good Dao sword and a Dao sword that is higher than ordinary also means the difference in strength and realm. In the same phase realm, with the same strength, if there is a high-quality Dao sword, the weight of the two sides to win is often self-evident.

On this day, finally with the last hammer he dropped, the tenth mortal Dao weapon was baked.

These days, he kept smelting, kept depleting the true qi and spiritual power in his body, and kept absorbing new true qi and spiritual power from heaven and earth, and kept running in the meridians. The speed of operation is getting faster and faster, and this time, it can already run the true qi spiritual power steadily for two weeks. The obstacle of the golden stone qi is almost gone. The bead the size of a grain of rice in the sea of qi was a thin circle larger than before.

Qin Zhong could hammer the Yin Iron nearly two hundred times in a row without panting. With all his strength, the strength of the bow was close to three hundred stones.

Compared with his first admission to the hospital, his strength has doubled, and it has only been two months.

He remembered that the old man said that refining ten mortal Dao weapons can be exchanged for ten contribution points, and for every ten contribution points, you can exchange for a psychic fruit, which is said to be a rare elixir with the same effect as the spiritual jade soup. It is especially useful for the outer disciples of the Quenching Body Realm, especially in the key stages of advancement.

After coming out of the registration office of the Taoist ware, Qin Chong held a bamboo plaque representing ten contribution points in his hand and went to the dining hall in a hurry.

Thinking only about his psychic fruit, he completely forgot the stubble that sent a love letter to Tiezhu last time.

Hurried to the dining hall, and at the first glance of the entrance, I saw the broad back of Senior Sister Meng and her thick arms, and I woke up in my heart from what happened last time. Just about to turn around and escape from the hall, Senior Sister Meng, who had heard the voice earlier, had sharp eyes, and saw the little white rabbit who had been worried about her all this time.

It's going to be hard to see him, and it's so easy for him to get out again.

A waist force surged up from the high stool, and with the strength of his feet, two wide footprints suddenly appeared on the ground, and his majestic body shot towards the hall door. He exhaled: "Senior Brother Qin, junior brother, are you here to find me?"

Qin Zhong turned around helplessly, lowered his eyes, handed over the bamboo card in one hand, and said calmly: "The master said that ten contribution points can be exchanged for a psychic fruit? Please help me. "There's still something unnatural on the face.

Senior Sister Meng covered her mouth and smiled, this little rabbit is really interesting, she has the courage to write love letters, but she doesn't have the courage to face herself. In such a short period of time, I have come up with ten contribution points? Isn't it so desperate to come to see me as soon as possible? With the preconceived idea before, this idea is not excessive.

But Qin Chong was a little wronged.

"The master said that only ten Dao weapons can be exchanged for ten contribution points?" Senior Sister Meng calmed down and heard that there was content in Qin Chong's words.

Qin Zhong nodded suspiciously, isn't it?

Senior sister laughed again, this ball master. It's too good at tossing new disciples, right? Sure enough, it's because of other disciples, so I don't bother to bother with this idle matter. Since it's him, you can't help but tell him the truth.

"Senior brother, according to the regulations of the courtyard, ten Dao artifacts can be exchanged for twenty contribution points. "Qin Chong heard that there was still such a thing for the first time, and Master Qiu fooled him?

Senior Sister leaned over and said softly: "Little junior brother, this is not passed on to Liu'er, I just tell you, you can't say it to others." Qin Zhong resisted the urge to flee again, and listened carefully to her words.

"Master, it's estimated that he is too old to move a hammer, so he often asks the disciples below to do more, and the extra contribution points go to his head. Others probably don't dare to tell you the truth, and if you're a newcomer, who would risk offending your teacher to tell you? I can take a big risk to tell you the truth, and you can't help but appreciate it. "There was something wrong with the senior sister's eyes, and she was a little too close to her position. It's so close that it's only three fingers away. This distance, for a man and a woman, is somewhat dangerous.

Qin Chong only understood the situation at this time, and it turned out that the old guy of the ball master was greedy for half of his contribution points. It turns out that ten Dao weapons can have twenty contribution points, and they can be exchanged for two psychic fruits, no wonder, the last time the old guy talked about the conditions, his eyes were sinister.

Qin Chong thought about the old man's thief-like eyes, and the wolf-like senior sister in front of him, and hissed wildly in his heart: What kind of bad luck did I fall in?