This time the weapon refining was far less smooth than before. The reason is that Xuan Yao himself has no idea at all.
It's better to refine weapons for Shui Xin. Shui Xin has clear requirements. Even if the requirements are too high, it is still a direction.
Xuan Yao is better——
"That's good."
"That's okay too."
"I like all of them."
"Mom, you decide."
Party A, who is so talkative, is driving Party B crazy. Damn it, if you just make a decision!
Hu Qing was so angry that he lost his temper: "Okay, okay, go and see the stove."
There are more than a dozen refining furnaces with full firepower, and the ores are burning in them. Naturally, her consciousness firmly controls every step of every furnace.
Xuan Yao trotted to the middle of the refining furnace, looked at them one by one, and gave her a silly smile.
Hu Qing turned her back. She was not a landowner, but she had a stupid son.
After calming down and placing twelve revised drawings in front of him, Hu Qing began to look at the drawings and transform them into objects. Long swords with different shapes were outlined and solidly formed in the air. They flew to Hu Qing's face one by one and were inspected by her critical eyes, sometimes changing with the flick of her fingers.
The first time Xuan Yao saw those long swords, he covered his mouth in shock and sneaked over on tiptoes.
Will this be his sword? So good-looking? It already looks good on paper, but it looks even better in real form. Not only does it look good, it’s also very impressive. Twelve swords were arrayed in the air, up and down, forming a circle, stabbing, clicking, and integrating.
Fit? !
Xuan Yao covered his mouth and his pupils trembled. The twelve swords turned into a huge giant sword!
And he’s extremely handsome and stylish!
Oh my god, if I appear with a sword like this, I can attract everyone’s attention——
Xuan Yao now can't imagine that in the future, he will appear with a giant sword and not only attract everyone's attention, but also kill everyone.
Hu Qing frowned. The combined giant sword was not ideal and needed modification. Change again.
Xuan Yao watched with his own eyes as she moved around, taking apart the giant sword, picking the divided swords here and there, then looking at the drawings, then throwing away the drawings, and then drawing again.
I don’t understand, why do you need to draw a picture? Can’t you just use a physical model to piece it together?
Hu Qing: So you are a layman. Two-dimensional and three-dimensional are indispensable. Three-dimensional is a sensory practice, but two-dimensional carries the thoughts of you and me.
He sadly picked up the discarded drawings, thinking that one day, when he would become a master of weapon refining, he would make these drawings real.
Xuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mother, who was drawing dozens of pictures and finally finalizing them.
But I never expected that this was just the beginning.
Hu Qing's weapon refining is all about doing whatever you want. Except for the heavy swords that were mass-produced in the past, it is safe to say that no finished product, as far away as the white-kissed thunder dragon and as close as the lotus in the heart of the water, was exactly the same as what she had originally envisioned.
For example, Bai Kiss, she originally imagined a double-edged sword with thin strips, but what came out was a round sword with thin strips.
For example, Thunder Dragon, she wanted to practice an axe, but ended up using claws instead.
At the beginning of refining the Green Lotus Platform in the heart of Shui, she wanted to make it into a jade tablet, but it turned out to be a hand piece. When I upgraded him outside Gui Xie, I originally wanted to make him a double-faced lotus, but in the end he became a double-faced lotus.
Who knows what she got for a monk!
She would rather let Shui Xin be disgusted than admit that she was not in control of her weapon refining.
Imagination, fly.
But this time, Hu Qing told himself countless times in advance: sword, sword, you must come out with the sword!
The draft must be done well!
The draft has been finalized, but the stone essence in the refining furnace has not yet been burned.
These stone spirits were all scavenged from the gold-swallowing beast's den. They were all of the highest quality. She was never stingy for her family.
The magic materials I obtained in the past were not of much use.
However, there is a magic dragon produced, so there is no need to use many others.
The main body of the demon sword is made of the demon dragon's spine, which has been divided and will be fused with the stone spirit. Hu Qing began to polish it with Xuan Yao. The dragon bone was rich in magic power and it was not suitable to use spiritual power. Hu Qing had already found a way and used other hard small pieces of magic material to polish it. good results.
But it is far inferior to Xuan Yao.
Xuan Yao is a demon body with similar attributes. Although he doesn't know how to refine weapons, he can instinctively know how to deal with it as soon as he gets started.
So he became the main force in polishing the dragon bones. Hu Qing only needed to watch and guide from time to time, and his main focus was on processing stone essence and other materials.
The better the stone essence, the harder it is to melt. Fortunately, there is spiritual fire. Once it is fully burned, it is taken out and beaten on the black iron platform, one after another, loud and rhythmic.
Xuan Yao first looked at it once, twice, and three times. As he looked at it, he became obsessed with it. His eyes were fixed on the head of the hammer, and he followed it up and down and up and down.
After Hu Qing finished swiping a piece, she called Xuan Yao, but no one answered. She looked over and realized that this unlucky child was actually hypnotized.
Yes, this is not the material for a block refiner.
She simply didn't call him and let him stare up and down in confusion. She turned on another stove and threw the swung piece in to burn it. She turned around and picked up another piece and swung it again.
Ding-ding-dang-dang, ding-dang-dang, Xuan Yao felt like he was floating in the water, unable to get up no matter how hard he struggled. Well, why struggle? This is fine.
Hu Qing stopped, put the second piece into the refining furnace, and saw that the previous piece was burned. Look back at Xuan Yao, okay, Mr. Harazi.
"Xuan Yao, Xuan Yao?"
Gently pushing him to wake up, Xuan Yao looked confused, his blue eyes turned purple by the flames, a bit coquettish.
Hu Qing wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and smiled: "Are you full of sleep? Get up and swing the iron when you are full."
Xuan Yao groaned and realized why he was sitting on the ground, supporting his head with both hands. Get up quickly.
Hu Qing asked him to swing the piece he had swung before: "You can swish it again the same way I did it. From this step, you can become familiar with your sword."
Xuan Yao responded: "Does the dragon bone still need to be polished?"
Hu Qing said: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
Xuan Yao then obediently picked up the materials that Hu Qing had swung over once, imitating Hu Qing's manner and typing them one by one.
Hu Qing looked at it for a while and nodded. It doesn't matter if you don't have any understanding, as long as you work hard and work hard.
Suddenly I felt that this idea seemed to have appeared sometime in the past. When was it? I thought about it for a long time and couldn't remember it. Forget it, whatever I can't remember is unimportant. So I stopped thinking about it.
In Baopingfang, Xiaolijie, an old-looking man died peacefully surrounded by his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Those sealed memories did not wake up until death.
Their family is a mortal, and only the deceased old man has spiritual roots, but he has never accomplished anything in his life. After the old man was buried, the whole family discussed whether to move away. Nowadays, the spiritual energy is getting stronger and stronger. Although there is a spirit separation array specially set up in the workshop for mortals, there is no way out for mortals here.
"I do not go."
"I'm not leaving either."
The aging generation has no ambition to make progress, but the younger generation does not want to leave the place of immortals.
"We've lived here for generations, this is our roots. We're not leaving."
"But you can't practice."
"But our next generation can. Many children born now have spiritual roots. It is impossible to say that our family will be able to give birth to a single spiritual root."
In the end, they couldn't win over the young people. The old people sighed, just stay. No matter where you go, it's not for the sake of your children and grandchildren.
