Sure enough, when Chen Yuqi ran to the front hall, looking at the two dishes and chopsticks on the table and the delicious dishes, the saliva in his mouth couldn't help but start secreting, and his stomach, which was not hungry, also snorted in protest.

Chen Yuqi swallowed saliva and walked to the table, and saw the master in a green shirt walking out of the side door of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming fish soup.

"Xiao Yu! It's time to eat!"

Listening to the familiar gentle words, Chen Yuqi couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Master!"

"Well, let's eat!"

Putting the fish soup on the table, Chen Yunhan beckoned the little girl to sit down. Chen Yuqi was not polite, and picked up the rice bowl with a huff.

"Hmm~ Master really didn't lie to me, he ate enough delicacies in the world, and he should be free to beat the gods!

When Chen Yuchen was eating with tears streaming down his face, Chen Yunhan looked at her fixedly, and said with some surprise in his eyes: "I haven't seen you for half a year, I am surprised by your progress!"

After speaking, I saw the little girl eating the meal with chopsticks and bowls, and she didn't seem to care about her praise, and couldn't help but smile and sandwich a piece of meat for her.

"You have a calm personality since you were a child, and you still maintain this good temperament that is not arrogant or impatient, which is really good!"

Hearing Master's appreciation, Chen Yuchen raised his head with an ignorant expression, a little puzzled why Master praised himself?

I went to dinner just now, and I didn't care about Master's words, but since he was praising me, it should be fine, right?

"Hey, hey, Master eats vegetables too!"

Since he was praising himself, Chen Yuchen accepted it unceremoniously, and then smiled and put a piece of meat in the master's bowl.

After eating a sumptuous meal, Chen Yuqi burped and went to the front yard under the laurel tree to sit and drink tea.

The breeze is blowing, and the white osmanthus flowers are falling from the branches, like a colorful snowfall, and the dream is still there. The fragrance of osmanthus at the tip of the nose is endless, tactfully surrounding, sitting under the tree is really fragrant surrounding, like a fairyland.

After the master finished cleaning up, Chen Yuqi began to ask the master about the difficulties in his cultivation in the past six months.

With the few words of the master, Chen Yuqi suddenly felt enlightened, and those exercises and difficulties and disadvantages were easily solved in his heart.

After solving Chen Yuqi's difficulties in cultivation, Chen Yunhan picked up the sickle and walked leisurely towards the field to the east.

After playing a set of 'Five Spirit Forging Body Duel' in the courtyard, Chen Yuchen also returned to his room. As soon as I walked in, I saw two bottles of Bigu Dan on the desk in my room. A little helplessly, she put the two bottles of pills into the Qiankun bag, and then she didn't meditate, and threw herself straight on the bed.

Smelling the smell of sunlight on the futon, Chen Yu fell asleep in a daze. Before falling asleep, he was still muttering in his mouth, "How did Master know that I was out of the customs today...... Prepare dishes and chopsticks for me..... Give me a good quilt ......."

Before she finished speaking, the girl fell asleep quietly.

I don't know how long I slept this night, but when Chen Yuqi woke up, the sky outside the house was already full of bright moons and stars.

Smelling the aroma of food in the air, Chen Yuqi floated to the dining room again.

After a period of satisfying eating and drinking, Chen Yuqi said goodbye to his master and prepared to go to the Shuge to practice again.

After two full meals, it's time to practice well!

Coming to the third floor of Tingxuan Pavilion, Chen Yuqi sat cross-legged on the futon and calmly entered the cultivation.

After a few days, Chen Yuchen woke up from her cultivation and touched the storage bag in her sleeve, she suddenly felt a little eager to try.

For cultivating immortals, Chen Yuchen was not most interested in making talismans and drawing talismans, but thinking that he could: step on the flying sword, and travel 100,000 miles day and night!

Just thinking about it, I feel a little drunk.

However, in order to do this, it is necessary to have a flying sword at hand.

Chen Yuqi knew through the many classics in his mind that if he lacked spiritual energy today, he could no longer mass-produce a grade immortal sword like the 'Xiuzhen Era'. Most of the monks had to collect their own materials and refine their favorite fairy swords.

But in the same way, because of the lack of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, those common refining materials in the cultivation period are now difficult to find, and all the cultivators have not practiced a real in-grade immortal sword. And most of the mortal soldiers who have not entered the rank cannot withstand the infusion of true qi and mana from the cultivators, so the flight of Edgeworth has become a joke.

But people have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away.

Inside Chen Yuqi's Qiankun bag, there were a lot of precious refining spirit materials. Those spiritual materials were like Chinese cabbage wholesaled from the market, randomly stacked in the corners of the Qiankun bag.

Chen Yuqi checked the information in his mind, and took out a piece of the best spiritual material needed to forge the immortal sword-Chiyan Iron from the Qiankun bag.

Chen Yuqi curiously checked his white and tender palm, a piece of red metal the size of a baby's fist, and said with some surprise: "It's such a small piece of metal, it actually weighs dozens of catties!"

Then she took out a stone slab half the size of a door, only to find that such a large object was lighter than a feather. I pinched it hard, but found that it was harder than steel.

Comparing the memories in his mind, he identified the materials needed to take out the refining tools one by one. By the time she had finished identifying the pile of materials, the expression on her face was a little blank.

She couldn't believe that those bunches of refining materials were actually the best spiritual materials that were recorded in the classics and were rare in the world!

"I don't have a single ordinary material?!So how do I practice refining weapons!?"

After complaining and tangling, Chen Yuchen came back to his senses from this strange emotion. With a wave of his hand, he put all kinds of refining spiritual materials all over the ground into the Qiankun bag. Then he waved again, and a palm-sized three-legged tripod appeared on the ground.

The small tripod is finely made, and the body is carved with complex moire imprints, which are dense and look quite simple and mysterious.

Chen Yuchen pinched the trick with both hands, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his hand, and then the spirit in his palm was printed on the small ding. Visible to the naked eye, Xiaoding rapidly expanded and became larger, and it was half a zhang tall in an instant.

With his left hand, he wiped the sweat stains that appeared on his forehead, and for the first time he manipulated the utensils used by immortal cultivators, Chen Yuqi was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Then, she pinched the trick with one hand, and the palm of her hand was on the furnace, and the mana in her palm gushed out. Finally, through the round hole of the Ding furnace, you can see a white fire suspended in the Ding furnace out of thin air!

This fire is called the fire of detachment by practitioners, also known as the fire of forging. Don't look at its white flowers, but it has an extremely high temperature, and there is a special effect that can remove the magazine from the object and calcine it clean!

With the different amount of mana injected into the palms of the hands, the size of the flames is also different. Chen Yuqi immediately understood that this was somewhat similar to the principle of the gas stove in his previous life.

Distracted, a fist-sized piece of red flame iron appeared in Chen Yuqi's other hand, and threw it into the Ding furnace, and the flames in the Ding quickly wrapped it and suspended it in mid-air to calcine.

As time passed, the metal in the furnace gradually softened under the fiery calcination, and a liquid like molten slurry could be seen flowing in it. Slowly, the piece of red iron gradually melted under the scorching fire. Gradually, the entire piece of metal turned into a wriggling mass of 'magma', and crimson flames floated on it, different from the forged fire!