When night falls, countless stars twinkle in the sky, which is more beautiful than the previous black press. In the past, it was the brightest few hanging high, and then a moon that could not be said to be round or curved occupied the center, and it was quite mysterious to look at it from a distance, but there were few black clouds, basically they lasted until dawn with a faint faint light, and Luo Chen had long been accustomed to this kind of night.

But tonight is quite elegant, maybe because of sitting around and drinking, Luo Chen will raise his head to look at the sky from time to time, it is really beautiful and beautiful.

Luo Chen stood up suddenly, poured a full glass into the wine glass, and then poured a face of piety on the bright moonlight: "I respect this glass of wine, I also respect this perfect starry sky, respect our brotherhood, respect the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers!" After finishing speaking, he picked up the wine bottle again, poured it into it fiercely, and his hand shook a little.

Then he picked up this full cup, "squeaked" and drank it all, and then his throat trembled, and he cried out in pain!

The blacksmiths around applauded, Luo Chen was too bold at this time, not many people could say this, and not many people had this temperament.

Luo Chen suddenly remembered a familiar piece of music, and began to sing along with the tune: "Who knows the vast realm? All living beings are shocked by the dust, and the sudden spirit falls into the dust and mysteries. Slash the old and open up the new calendar. The world is full of doubts, and he stands alone, and he is in a trance and resentful. The lone demon is angry and the heavens and the earth are merciful, and the sword comes to mourn the lonely daughter. Don't wait for the flowers to condense the moon and have a cloud, this love grass will end up clear. You don't see love against the world, and you fly and fly for nine days. The peacock flies uniquely in the southeast, and the demon lord of the present world guards the end. ”

After many years of this period, I'm afraid Luo Chen has long forgotten this memory. I was fortunate enough to hear this natural sound in the mine, and I was able to sing along with it gradually, but it didn't last long before it disappeared, and it was the only fun of monotonous mining life.

The lyrics and songs record another story - the devil loves the mundane, in this earthly chaos, he can still find true love, Luo Chen admires this male protagonist from the bottom of his heart, the love that crosses identities is so great.

Everyone applauded again, and all kinds of admiration were endless, and the energetic Qualochen was about to praise him to the sky.

Versatile, young forging skills are extraordinary, can drink, sing and talk is good, absolutely amazing!

After singing, Luo Chen was a little dazed, grabbed the air for a long time before he caught a few peanuts, threw them all into his mouth, and chewed them all in a big gulp.

Now my head is a little dizzy, and it seems that the strength of this wine is surging, and I am almost unstable on my feet. He barely held on to a pillar, frowned and took a deep breath, and had to pat his face for a while, for fear that he would fall directly to the ground without realizing it, which would be embarrassing.

But now that Kruru wasn't here, it always felt like something was missing. The stupid Ling Jisong and the cute little junior sister were not here, and at this time they remembered the master's nagging, it seems that this Xiuzhen Continent has not stayed for a few days, and there is still a sense of attachment.

The crude aura shovel is right next to him, and no one cares if it is thrown on the ground, this is the gap! It is also a good treasure forged by his own hands, why can the golden hammer enjoy the treatment of storage space? And my big shovel deserves to be thrown to the ground? Not to mention the dirty, the appearance is particularly ugly.

The golden hammer looks shining, isn't it coated with a layer of gold film? The green carving, isn't that still showing off? Lao Tzu is made of dark iron stone and steel stone like it, it is only slightly packaged and packaged, why am I so disgusted?

Luo Chen took his eyes off the crude aura shovel, he seemed to have substituted himself into it, it was estimated that he had drunk too much and was floating, and he almost forgot who he was.

Crude Reiki shovel, this thing seems to be able to detect aura and veins. Hey, I'll have to think about what this is all about. I can't drink more wine tonight, and if I drink more, I guess I won't be able to wake up, so I hurriedly excused myself and went back to the house, and all the alcohol in my body was volatilized.

Thinking of this, Luo Chen patted his cheeks, turned around and pretended to be drunk, and said: "Big brother, my little brother is not feeling well today, and he has to go back to rest and rest.

When he and Kruru first arrived, they didn't notice these details, and they just made two mats and spread them in the courtyard, and fell asleep with the quiet night and the cold wind that drifted from time to time. Later, after getting acquainted with this group of big brothers, they kindly vacated a utility room and specially arranged a place for the two of them to live, which was really warm.

When he got back to the bed, he still shook his head, for fear that he would not be awake. So I hurriedly meditated and settled, and the true qi in the body was transferred to eliminate all the wine in the form of sweat stains, I have to say that this feeling of refreshment is really good, and there are many benefits after entering the cultivation.

After a while, Luo Chen closed his eyes and recalled the use of the crude aura shovel, hey!

A big man, holding a big shovel and knocking on the ground, deposited his divine consciousness on the shovel, and he could feel it with a slight fluctuation of aura in the range. However, the crude aura shovel could only look for spiritual veins in a space with a radius of fifty square meters and a height of three meters......

How does this posture feel wrong?,Am I a fool?Holding a shovel and knocking on the ground if there's nothing to do?It's a bit ...... I can't put it into words.

Now Luo Chen is very disgusted with the aura shovel, this thing is too lazy to loosen the soil, the appearance is still ugly, it looks quite thin, it is estimated that a little force should be useless, I still have to take care of it as carefully and appropriately as a child?

It is estimated that if the crude aura shovel knew Luo Chen's idea, it would have been torn apart with fright, and it would be burned! It doesn't look like a joke......

After Luo Chen finished complaining, he put away the shovel, and instead took out the golden hammer and played with it in his hand.

Looking at this delicate appearance, looking at this patchwork pattern, looking at this weighty texture, the little golden dragon seemed to be lying in his hands as if he was alive.

Luo Chen was a little small, he wanted to test what the texture of the hammer was like when it landed, but he didn't control the force and threw it into the air, smashing it straight into his handsome cheek......

"Oh, I'll go! I'm in so much pain! What kind of thing is this, a dozen pounds of something smashing into Lao Tzu's face! Is it worth smashing it?"

It's like a book on ...... A man surnamed Li was killed by a hammer thrown by himself......