Jian Ruochen's smile remained unchanged, but it still appeared faintly on his face, as always.

"The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect are not in their own sect to retreat and build a foundation, which is not very good, and besides, after building the foundation, I will be a disciple of the inner gate, and I will move to the inner gate. Jian Ruochen said gently.

Mo Xiaoyan thought about it in embarrassment, and then said: "Then I'll come back with you, I still have to refine the elixir for you to build a foundation, it happens to be in the Medicine King Valley, and I will also go back to get some elixir." ”

"Isn't there a Zhuji Dan, Emperor Zheng has rewarded it, and the sect will also give me a few grains. Jian Ruochen seemed to be very moved, "Senior Mo also wants to refine the elixir of erysipelas." ”

When talking about this, Jian Ruochen and Mo Xiaoyan were after the meal, tasting Mo Xiaoyan's collection of spiritual tea, Jian Ruochen held the pot, refilled the tea for Mo Xiaoyan, and then looked up, not surprisingly, Mo Xiaoyan's eyes were still eager to look at her.

Jian Ruochen has seen many kinds of eyes and endured many kinds of eyes, but this kind of eyes is unfamiliar, Mo Xiaoyan's attachment to her is very special, but it is not sticky to her body.

"It's different, your foundation building is a big deal, and I have to think about your elixir. ”

In Mo Xiaoyan's words, there was vaguely something that Jian Ruochen didn't understand, but if there were more, Mo Xiaoyan wouldn't say it.

For questions that cannot be answered for the time being, Jian Ruochen has always written them down in the memo, and after returning to her room, she still opens the Spirit Gathering Array to cultivate according to her usual habits.

The aura slowly poured into Jian Ruochen's room, forming a vortex of aura that could not be seen by the eye, and Mo Xiaoyan's divine sense had been wandering outside Jian Ruochen's room until the sky was bright, the spirit gathering array was closed, and the aura was no longer gathered, and then he withdrew his divine sense.

Jian Ruochen went to the Refining Hall after dawn as usual, but when he arrived at the door of the Refining Hall, he was stunned, the one leaning on the door, his face was full of impatience, wasn't it the third prince?

"Miss Jane is finally here. Fan Angui was still leaning against the door frame, looking Jian Ruochen up and down, making no secret of his interest in Jian Ruochen.

"Is there something wrong with the third son?" Jian Ruochen asked after standing down and clenching his fists first.

"I heard that Miss Jian is good at rain or shine, and she has to come to strike iron every morning, so that she can cultivate by leaps and bounds, and maintain the momentum of advancing on January 1, my son is envious, and I came to be an assistant to Miss Jian. Fan Angui stood up without telling the truth, and depicted Jian Ruochen up and down with a playful look in his eyes.

What the hell, early this night and morning, I saw two kinds of eyes that I hadn't seen before, both of them were so undisguised, Jian Ruochen's eyes swept away, and she saw Zuo Yi awkwardly avoiding her gaze.

"Oh. Jian Ruochen simply said that he understood, raised his legs and walked inside.

Fan Angui and Zuo Yi slammed together, Jian Ruochen's "oh" was too casual, as if she really needed an assistant to strike iron, and Fan Angui was really an assistant, his eyes moved with Jian Ruochen's movements, and in three or two steps, Jian Ruochen had already walked to the door.

Zuo Yi took a step back, Jian Ruochen nodded to him, and then his footsteps did not stop, looking at Fan Changgui and said, "Won't the third prince go in?"

As he spoke, the person had already crossed Fan Angui and entered first.

Fan Angui lost the opportunity coldly, people were momentarily confused, and then reacted, and smiled evilly behind Jian Ruochen: "Go in, why don't you go in." ”

Jian Ruochen didn't stop, and walked directly to her iron table, when she usually came, the pig iron she was going to exercise was already red, but at this time, the fire on the stove was still pressing.

Jian Ruochen glanced at it, tugged the front of the robe on the belt, and then pulled up the cuffs, but not with bare arms, just tightened the cuffs, such a pause, and there was also a half-breath, Fan Angui stood behind Jian Ruochen and did not move, and Zuo Yi did not move.

Jian Ruochen knew in her heart, and walked directly inside, how many times had she seen the process of Zuo Yi igniting the fire of the stove, and as soon as the spiritual power was slightly sent, the fire of the stove suddenly burned, she picked up the tongs next to her, and pulled it down under the fire hand, sure enough, the pig iron that had been beaten the day before was buried in the fire, and it was already burning red.

She picked up the pig iron and put it on the table, then looked up at Fan Angui and said, "Does the third prince want to try to fix this piece of pig iron, or do you want to strike iron?"

Fan Angui crooked the corners of his mouth, first looked at the red-hot pig iron, and then followed the tongs holding the iron to Jian Ruochen's white hand, then crawled to her arm, and finally to her face.

This string of eyes was too naked, and Jian Ruochen had goosebumps from his hands to his arms, Zuo Yi's face was red with embarrassment, and he didn't seem to appreciate it enough: "Although my father is the hall master of the Refining Hall, I really haven't seen how to strike iron, I'll take a look first and learn." ”

This look at a few words, he dragged it out in a long tone, and with some nasal sounds, obviously a very normal vocabulary, but it has some abnormal meanings.

If it is a female cultivator, no, even if it is a male cultivator, when she hears the voice of such a tone and such an intonation, she will change color, especially the kind of gaze that there was before this tone, Zuo Yi no longer dared to look at Jian Ruochen, and it was difficult to turn his head, he only looked at the fiery red pig iron on the table, as if he wanted to study that piece of pig iron into a flower.

"Oh. Jian Ruochen was a simple monosyllable again, and then said to Zuo Yi: "I'm going to trouble Zuo Steward." ”

Zuo Yi waited for this sentence, hurriedly agreed, and while walking over, he also rolled up his sleeves and lifted the front of the robe, and took the tongs in Jian Ruochen's hand, Jian Ruochen turned back to the position of striking iron, and moved his wrists, waist and legs slightly.

From the time she mentioned the time of striking iron to dawn, there was no one else in this shed except Zuo Yi, Zuo Yi usually talked and laughed, but when striking iron, there was never any irregular eyes, as if Jian Ruochen was a mortal with wrought iron.

But Fan Angui's gaze is different, so straightforward, unruly, stared at by such eyes, let alone striking iron, even if he is motionless, he will be awkward and angry.

But Fan Angui has no irregular movements except for his eyes, and there is not a single unruly word, if you really want to find fault, you can't say that your eyes are wrong.

Jian Ruochen really had a response to this kind of look, she carried the hammer, and then looked sideways at Fan Angui, also from the head to the feet, and then from the feet to the head, and then followed the hammer in her hand.

Zuo Yi's sweat was about to come down, and anyone could see the threat from Jian Ruochen's movements.

Jian Ruochen threatened Fan Angui so blatantly, one of the two of them was a line of sight, the other was an action,-for-tat.