Somehow, Lin Shu didn't hear the insidiousness of Hu Qing's words and Leng Ruo didn't, but Hu Nuan actually understood them.
In the middle of the night, she touched Hu Qing's bed and pinched Hu Qing's left wrist, actually pinching the silk cloth: "Give me a way to get a man pregnant."
Silk cloth: "."
Qingna, hurry up and listen to what our Nuanbao says, the sky is about to fall!
In the darkness, Hu Qing stared at her: "Are you so anxious to ask me to be your grandma?"
Hu Nuan: "I've grown up, if one day I lose control -"
Hu Qing's eyes will pop out. Who do you think you can't control?
Hu Nuan: "Face reality, Mom, I'm older."
Facing the reality, Hu Qing coldly ordered the silk cloth: "Give it to her."
Silk cloth wanted to go crazy: "Can I be reliable?"
Hu Nuan couldn't hear his voice and asked Hu Qing: "No?"
Hu Qing: "What if that man pays the price with his life?"
The two stared at each other.
Silk cloth: "Practice and wait until you become gods."
Hu Qing told Hu Nuan: "If you become a god, you can ask men to give birth to your children."
Hu Nuan: "Ah - it's so difficult to have a child."
Hu Qing scolded her for being stupid: "I don't have children even if I don't have children."
Hu Nuan: "Then let Hua Huahua peanut go."
Hu Huahua turned into a puppy and jumped in: "Sister, you are so stupid, you can use blood and spirit to create a child."
Two birds flew in, Hu Zhuzhu and Hu Caicai: "Steal the eggs and pour them into your blood, they are also your own children."
A puff of smoke came in: "You can have children even if you divide yourself."
Hu Qing: ". Together with you, the Eight Immortals can cross the sea and each has his or her own magical powers."
Hu Huahua: "Who are the Eight Immortals? Are they very powerful?"
Hu Nuan didn't know either. She hadn't heard this story when she was five years old.
"The Eight Immortals, the Eight Immortals are gods from a mortal country. They - by the way, they have magic weapons. I can be their magic weapon!" Hu Qing suddenly became excited, "I can copy all the magic weapons of the gods."
What about the Sky-Opening Ax and Chaos Clock, what about the Divine Whip of the Universe Circle, why didn’t she think of so many themes?
Excited, Hu Qing lost all sleepiness and interest in coaxing the children, and asked them to go out together: "Go, go, go to bed. I want to go to refine weapons."
How many people said: "After all this trouble at night, you haven't told the story of the Eight Immortals yet."
Hu Qing: "Why are you sleeping? Isn't it great to start a career? If you don't want to sleep, just go to the fire room with me, just in time to give me a hand."
None of them wanted to sleep, so they all went to help, preparing materials for her according to Hu's gentle instructions. They walked around and went around the table to watch her draw.
What did Hu Qing draw?
Pure Yang sword, wine gourd, banana fan, fishing drum, lotus, medicine basket, flute, and wat board.
After thinking about it, she took off the lotus flower and drew an iron crutch.
She had made a lotus base for Shui Xin before and upgraded it to a parallel lotus. Now, she didn't want to see the lotus at all.
On the contrary, Tieguai seems to be a perfect match for the old beggar Yunzhong.
Thinking about it again, she also took out the Pure Yang Sword. She wanted to refine the sword and refine the demon sword for Xuan Yao. She didn't want to be distracted by refining the fairy sword now.
So what to change?
After thinking for a while, I drew a donkey whip.
The pictures of the eight magic weapons finally took shape and were laid out on the workbench. Hu Nuan and several others began to pick.
Hu Nuan said: "I want this basket."
It is really just a basket, empty inside, and its structure can only be described as ordinary and exquisite.
Hu Huahua wanted a banana fan, which she thought suited her well.
Hu Zhuzhu wants a fishing drum, which can make thunder and beat the drum at the same time.
Hu Caicai asked for a wine gourd, but she turned out to be a drinker.
Xuan Yao looked at this and that, choosing the poor households.
Hu Qing said: "I'm just making a preliminary model. It's not of much use. You can just play with it."
It's just a preliminary trial version, it needs to be developed before further development inspiration.
He said to Xuan Yao: "After doing this, you can retreat with me and I will make a magic sword for you."
It is to make him a natal sword, and he can refine it together for better integration.
Xuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief, then there was no need to make a choice.
The magic weapons of the Eight Immortals each have their own merits, such as curing diseases and saving lives, purifying and exorcising evil spirits, punishing evil and promoting good, slaying demons and eliminating demons, assisting in spiritual practice, etc. Hu Qing thought of ways to add corresponding functions to these.
Because it was just a preliminary experimental version, she decided to make it into a magic weapon. For her now, it was a bit difficult - she had to be very controlling in order not to exceed the quality of the magic weapon.
Therefore, it was refined very quickly, and it only took a few days to come out of the furnace.
They are all very good-looking, with formations inside and the ability to use spells.
Hu Nuan lifted the basket: "Is it just to keep it fresh?"
Hu Qing: "It contains medicinal herbs."
Hu Huahua shook her fan: "The wind is quite cool."
Hu chuckled. The real plantain fan extinguished the fire and turned a stone into a magic weapon. Forget the first two points. It was a fairy tale.
Hu Zhuzhu knocked on the fishing drum. The sound was very loud, but he thought it could be louder.
Hu Caicai held the vermilion wine gourd and rolled her eyes, already thinking of whom to ask for a drink.
Hu Qing stuffed them with several other things: "Go and play with your friends. If you have any ideas, wait until I come out of seclusion. Bring the iron crutch to Master, I respect him."
Xuan Yao stayed behind. When she was practicing these exercises, all she was thinking about was the magic sword. Now her thoughts had taken shape and she could retreat.
Yun Zhong received Hu Qing's filial piety without saying a word for a long time. It didn't matter that he was a crook, he didn't know that she was scolding him, but with the quality of the magic weapon, was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to beg for food when he dressed up as an old beggar?
He took a deep breath: "Thank you mom."
Thanks to her for making such an ugly crutch that can hardly be seen on the table, and for making it look old.
After the person who gave him the abductor left, Yun Zhong stared at the abductor. The more he looked at it, the angrier he became and the more he laughed. He grabbed the crutch and jumped up.
"I'm just going to see if this kid can help me beg for food!"
When I was out of breath, a ghost came out of the cloud and turned into an old beggar with ragged clothes and gray hair covering his face. His shorts were torn and his trousers were dirty. There were holes in the edges of the trousers. It was visible to the naked eye that one of his legs was useless and he could only use a crutch.
He limped for two steps and laughed at himself again. There is no living thing around here, who is he showing off to?
Inhale, tear open the space, one foot high and one foot low. Damn it, he's used to being lame!
On the other end, Hu Qing refined the weapon to seal the entire fire chamber in the barrier, and he was hunched over his desk drawing pictures. Swish swish, I drew twelve pictures in one breath.
Xuan Yao couldn't close his mouth: "So many?"
Hu Qing hummed: "This is the most a demonic dragon can do."
She seemed to be just talking to herself, and then bent down to paint.
Xuan Yao saw a set of light armor taking shape next to him, and he couldn't close his mouth again: "So many?"
"Oh, it's not enough. The quality of the dragon scales varies. I should kill a few more."
Xuan Yao hurriedly said: "That's enough, that's enough."
"It's not enough. Forget it, get rid of the bad ones and only use the good ones." Hu Qing compared and compared, threw away a few pieces of paper, and then threw away a few more pieces of paper, muttering, "It doesn't look good, does it?"
Xuan Yao: "It's very beautiful."
Hu Qing: "It's not convenient enough and needs to be changed. This place, this place, this place is too cumbersome. Here, let's refine it. Uh, no, we can't use a cross structure, and the buckles are not suitable either. Hiss - redraw."
Scribble on a piece of paper, change it, throw it away, and draw again.
Xuan Yao understood that his mother was in working mode and could not hear him.
Then he——has finished painting.
