A month later.

No Pavilion.

In the small courtyard, a chubby figure was holding a five-hundred-pound stone pier in a daze, looking melancholy like a two-hundred-pound child.

On the side, Jiang Ping was lying on the rocking chair, looking lazy, and the warm morning light sprinkled on his body, comfortable and leisurely.

It's just that occasionally he scolds and scolds, saying something like "failed again", "Lao Tzu is a dog again", "The dog system can't die well", "Krypton doesn't change his life" and other resentful words.

Qiu Daoyu, on the other hand, held a small carving knife and sat on the stone steps of the courtyard, carving something on a piece of wooden root.

The picture is quiet and beautiful.

As the sawdust flew, a handsome young man with a cold face slowly took shape under the tip of the knife, and a cold temperament followed.

This young man is the appearance of Seven Nights.

"Lao Qiu, you carve my brother all day long, you won't have any intentions against him, right?"

Jiang Ping turned his head and asked.

These days, Lao Qiu has carved at least seven or eight wood carvings for seven nights.

At first, one a day, then two days, and the most recent one, it's been five days.

Lao Qiu ignored Jiang Ping's ridicule, and only carefully carved the statue in his hand.

Long.

He exhaled lightly, and as soon as the wood carving in his hand took shape, an extraordinarily cold and terrifying aura suddenly rose into the air.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son spares his life!"

The chubby figure screamed, and knuckle down with his head skillfully in both hands, his big ass pouted, shaking and shaking, and people couldn't help but kick it.

And as the momentum rose into the air, the wood carving in Qiu Daoyu's hand couldn't bear it, and it exploded with a bang and turned into powder.

Qiu Daoyu patted the powder on his hand and sighed:

"What a horrible guy. ”

"Old Qiu, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ping asked curiously.

Qiu Daoyu glanced at the son, who was obviously amazingly talented, but was too lazy to die, and said:

"Practice knives. ”

"Oh. ”

Jiang Ping's face showed a look like this.

"Childe understands this too?"

Qiu Daoyu looked surprised.

This carving method of practicing knives and fighting with the spirit of the carver was realized by his experience of working as a carpenter for more than 20 years, coupled with an epiphany not long ago.

It should be his unique skill.

"I don't understand. ”

Jiang Ping shook his head honestly: "But I want you to think I understand." ”

Qiu Daoyu's face darkened: "Hehe......"

After a pause, Qiu Daoyu couldn't help but say, "But if Childe wants to learn, I can teach you." ”

These days, Jiang Ping learned carpentry work with him for a while because of boredom.

Then Qiu Daoyu found out that his son-in-law was simply a genius!

Childe, who had never been in contact with carpenter's work, only spent a day to get started easily, and he did a good job, even if he was an old carpenter for more than ten years.

And Jiang Ping, who put away the panel and turned off the upgrade information, hid his credit and fame for it.

It took 10,000 years of experience to sprinkle water.

[Qiu Daoyu taught you his exclusive exercise "Hades God Carving Knife", did you learn?]

"Learn. ”

【...... This exercise is Qiu Daoyu's exclusive exercise, you can't meet the preconditions, you can't learn it. 】

"Huh. ”

Jiang Ping closed the information panel expressionlessly, unable to learn your prompt with a hammer?

What are the preconditions, you say!

"No, I don't. ”

There was a hint from the panel, Jiang Ping knew that he couldn't practice, so he had to reluctantly refuse Qiu Daoyu's kindness.

Otherwise, the genius character in front of Lao Qiu will fail.

This exclusive exercise is very good when I hear it, but unfortunately there is no fate.

And the chubby figure on the side also reacted at this moment that it was just an illusion, he spied left and right, pretended that nothing happened, and said with a smile to Qiu Daoyu:

"Lao Qiu, do you think I can learn?"

Qiu Daoyu lightly spit out a word: "Get out!"

This is the essence of his life, if the son wants to learn, it is naturally possible, but cats and dogs also dare to covet it, that is purely thinking too much.

The original alternate saint son who was regarded as a cat and a dog smiled: "Okay." ”

As the person with the lowest status in this small courtyard, a certain former candidate Holy Son has a very clear understanding of self-positioning.

First of all, Childe must not be provoked, because there is the man standing behind him, and Lao Qiu can't beat him at all.

"Long Dafu. ”

Jiang Ping shouted.

"Childe, can you change my name?"

Fulong, that is, today's Long Dafu, said with a sad face.

"Hmm, are you questioning my son's ability to choose a name?"

Change the name, don't you just turn it upside down, Fulong becomes Longfu, and then add a big word in the middle, which is more suitable for the figure at the moment.

There is also the meaning of great wealth and nobility, which has a profound meaning and is simply perfect.

Jiang Ping felt a faint sense of pride in his ability to make a name.

"No, it's not, it's just a little unaccustomed. ”

Long Dafu felt that he was now living like a little daughter-in-law who had just entered the door, and he was extremely aggrieved.

Hey, they were all scared by that pervert.

In the past, he could joke with everyone and occasionally rise up, but now he is how humble and humble he is.

It's tears when you think about it.

As for what is murderous or not, it's okay not to commit suicide now.

Long Dafu's heart was filled with a faint sadness.

By the way, there's this fat body.

I don't know what kind of inhumane operation Seven Nights carried out on him.

In short, his body is like a stereotype, neither fat nor thin, as if there is another will in his body that controls its growth.

It turned out that I thought that I was just around the corner to return to my former handsomeness, and both men and women would be killed, and the little girl would be able to fall in love with herself in minutes.

But reality hit him hard.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes, because I hate this fat body so much.

What does this amount to?

Don't let him enjoy the benefits of magic skills, and let him suffer the consequences of magic skills.

How can there be such a loss in this world?

Of course, Long Dafu also thought of a way to save himself, and it was very feasible.

That is to desperately please his own son-in-law.

Let Childe see his loyalty and honesty, see his kindness and helplessness, maybe he will be soft-hearted, and let Qiye change him back.

Otherwise, it's not bad to let Childe be his brother-in-law.

Long Dafu vaguely remembered that his sister-in-law was still very pretty, and she was completely worthy of her son.

Sister or something, if you can sell it for the first time, you can sell it for the second time.

As for letting him go directly to Qiye to intercede.

Hehe, brother, I have no grievances with you, why do you want to put me to death?

When Long Taifuku mentions the Seven Nights now, he feels a tingling sensation all over his body, as if the events of that night are repeating themselves again.

He secretly swore that as long as he could restore his original appearance, he would never want to be any emperor or a new star of the Demon Gate, he would only like to be an unruly prodigal son who penetrated the flowers and did not touch a single leaf.

Thinking about it, Long Dafu stood up excitedly:

"Childe, give the order, I'm always ready!"

Jiang Ping was taken aback.

"What the hell?"

"Well, Childe, aren't you testing my loyalty this month?"

Long Dafu's face is full of chicken blood:

"Childe, I'm ready, go up the knife mountain, get off the oil pot, I'm a good hand, you can rest assured that you will leave the task to me. ”

"Well, there's a mission. ”

"Childe, please speak. ”

"I suddenly want to eat oranges, you go buy some, no more, I'll eat two, and you and Lao Qiu will take the rest to soak in water, and go to the summer." ”

Jiang Ping sent away Long Dafu, and he was moved:

"How deep this person's mind used to be, how could he be tossed by seven nights, and the whole person would be ruined.

If it weren't for the fact that you have a good sister, I would have ......

Forget it, let's raise a pig. ”

The blood-red figure flashed in his mind, Jiang Ping shuddered, and said weakly in his heart.