nyslfriends Chapter 14
Chapter 14
"What do you care about him?" For some reason, Xia Ying was very disgusted by others who questioned his male god. He frowned and said "coquettishly", "If you want to take it, you can take it. It's not that you are asked to do it. Why are you dawdling?" !"
Fu Jian was startled, and turned to look at the impatient woman, thinking that this is the usual appearance of Miss Xia's family, the gentle and quiet appearance just now made him dare not recognize anyone.
But is the swordsmith the type to kneel down and beg for food?He retorted mockingly: "Once the natal sword is taken out, I will not be responsible, miss, think twice~" Fu Jian lazily took the key and walked back, while saying disdainfully: "The natal sword is not going to be taken out by the young lady. This extremely important thing should be handed over to the little brother next to you? It’s not that I, Fu, scare you. I only learned blacksmithing from my master when I was this little brother’s age.”
Hearing this, Han Zheng looked intriguingly at Xia Ying who was following him, but said nothing.
Xia Ying didn't know what a cover-up was. He grinned back and said, "I want you to care? Brother Zheng can do whatever he wants, no matter what, he's better than you, are you satisfied?!"
"Huangkou boy, I don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth." Master Fuda coldly snorted disdainfully, but this little girl is Mrs. Li's only daughter no matter what, he can't kick people out, so he has to take them to get a sword immediately and let them go away Hearing Xia Ying say a word is an insult to his own ears.
Han Zheng next to him was very surprised. He looked back at the proud lady with a funny face, bent over and whispered: "You trust me so much?"
The hot wind blew through the ears, Xia Ying shrank her neck, and replied shyly but firmly: "Believe me, anyway, I'm useless, whether I can hold the sword is a problem, why should I look at this guy for a natal sword?" The complexion, and you have said you want to do it for me, you will definitely not deceive me."
"Okay, stop flirting next to my refining room, grab your sword and get out immediately, don't let me see you again." Fu Jian looked at the two of them with a sullen expression, and thought to himself that it was a little lover, no wonder he valued it so much A refiner of Han Zheng's age can at most practice with some swords even if he is a genius. Xia Ying is so stupid that she can use her natal sword to practice with her little lover?I really want to love or die.
Han Zheng held down Xia Ying, and went in to get things by himself. There were messy things in the sword refining room. If he was injured by the spirit fire, it would be a disaster.
The male protagonist with a steady pace walked straight to the fiery pool, and skillfully put the formed sword body into the prepared spirit ring, without any panic in his movements.A layman watched the excitement, an expert watched the doorway, Xia Ying stepped on his feet to observe the movement of the male god, and it didn't feel like retracting the sword normally, but Fu Jian at the door felt a little hesitant,
This kid has a sophisticated procedure for closing swords, he doesn't look like a novice... Could it be that he is really an unknown genius?
Fu Jian, who had thought about it, was going to use his spiritual power to investigate the moment Han Zheng walked out.He himself is a third-grade weapon refiner, with a cultivation base of the third level, and he is a rare master in the circle of weapon refiners. After all, there are few people in the whole continent who can cultivate both spirit and weapon. As long as there is one focus, the other must not be strong.
If this kid is an apprentice of a craftsman, he would be considered a proud man if he can reach the fifth level of Qi training in spiritual power. If he has the chance, he must get to know his teacher.
But in a flash, Fu Jian laughed again that he was too sensitive. He had never heard of a master craftsman who was stronger than him within a few spheres of influence around Xia City. How could he not know about such a genius?
Just as he was thinking, an elegant young man came out from the inside, Fu Jian urged the spiritual power review without saying a word, his movements were casual and a little arrogant,
Han Zheng lowered his brows and eyes in an instant, and glanced at the short refiner, his almost gentle smile made his unfriendly face look a little more chilling and cruel.
"Ah!!!" The proud swordsmith screamed and knelt down covering his head, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" It lingers in the channel for a long time, it sounds very penetrating,
"Brother Zheng, what's wrong with him?" Xia Ying hurriedly hugged the little piggy and shrank to the man's side, looking around suspiciously, there must be someone hiding in the dark to sneak attack here.
"Maybe it's a headwind, and there are many problems with the craftsman." The male lead replied gently, he even took the initiative to nudge Xia Ying's shoulder to let him go, and then said: "Go out and find his attendant to serve you, We need to find an empty sword-making room, and we can get your natal sword ready today."
"Well, good~" Xia Ying, who is very convinced of her male god, followed the man obediently. The backs of the two appeared and disappeared in the dark corridor. The two figures are like ghosts! !
"Ugh..." Fu Jian was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, his precious clothes were drenched with sweat like a river for several rounds, the severe pain in his sea of consciousness lasted for a whole cup of tea, he was shocked, this symptom was a very typical hypochondriac Spiritual practitioners try to detect the backlash of advanced spiritual practice,
That kid... he's at the peak of Foundation Establishment, no!No! ! !Xuanzhao, it must be Xuanzhao... Could it be... Jindan? !
Cold sweat poured out in bursts, the physical pain and psychological fear made the proud swordsmith utterly embarrassed, he didn't dare to think about it any further, the uncontrollable vomiting in his chest made him faint in the unstoppable retching .
After notifying Master Fu's apprentice, the two of them did not stay too long. They were going to borrow an empty sword-making room in the third hall of the Sword-Forging Hall. Although the one under Fu Jian's control was the main hall, it was not large in scale.The equipment in the third hall is the simplest, mainly for the family guards and collateral disciples to make natal swords, so the sword casting room is very rich, and there are relatively few collateral disciples who have grown up recently, and the two rely on their status as "eldest lady". Borrowed easily.
At the door of a spacious and hot sword-making room, Xia Ying was still not let in by Han Zheng. Although the space inside was quite large, there were many red-hot stoves, and careless people could be easily injured.
"Do you want to go back and wait? It will be in the afternoon at the earliest." The man skillfully cleaned up the sundries on the stage, and put Xia Ying's natal sword prototype on it, while persuading the people outside the door without any fluctuations in tone.
"Ah~" Xia Ying didn't want to go back. He didn't know anyone in Xia's house. He just hugged the male god's thigh, and he just wanted to be with the male lead.So he responded reluctantly: "Brother Zheng, why don't you let me sit at the door and wait for you. Anyway, I'm going to sleep when I go back. Xiaoyue has a maid watching, so I won't be hungry."
The man took out his tools to modify the sword, but he didn't seem to hear Xia Ying's answer.
It took a while before he spoke up: "You can practice if you are bored." His tone did not sound as gentle and respectful as he usually treats Xia Ying's "Miss", but it was cold but not fierce.
The sensitive Xia Ying couldn't help moving her ears twice when she heard this. He understood that [-]% of Han Zheng's behavior when interacting with him in the past was just pretending. The real hero is not so gentle and easy to talk. Brother Zheng's attitude towards himself is infinitely close to the fickle and indifferent hero in the book,
Although brother Zheng is very cruel to enemies who don't know the heights of heaven and earth, he is much better to his friends, just like this, cold but with a little popularity.
Xia Ying asked for a small horse from Ganmao Ling and sat at the door, and answered indifferently: "I'm not talented, I'm lazy, and I can't even remember my level clearly, what a fart to practice~" said Then he held up his fleshy face with his paws, and stared boredly at the male protagonist who took off his coat and began to work.
A burst of strong spiritual power swept over his body lightly, this strange feeling that he had never experienced before made Xia Ying rush to sleepy, and touched his body in amazement,
"You've reached the ninth level of Qi training." The male lead, who seemed to be concentrating on the sword, looked at the lazy Xia Ying with a bit of consciousness.
"!!!" Xia Ying's mouth can now stuff a duck egg,
Cold flu, cold flu! !what happened? !How the hell did I practice the ninth level of qi? ! !Brother Zheng, are you kidding me? !
The system nestled comfortably in the host's arms, and proudly said in Xia Ying's mind: "Didn't I introduce the host's upgrade engine to you a few days ago? It's the kind that rubs against the male lead's luck. Don't you want this?" , the main space was bound to you last night, Father Han was resting in the yard, and your level went up all of a sudden. Our traversal system is awesome~"
"Damn it..." I went straight to the ninth floor of Qi training in one night, this golden finger... I can't go as fast as me on a rocket,
Xia Ying was so excited that she didn't know what to say, the "fucking shit" in her mind swiped the screen forcefully!
"The main reason is that your starting point is too low, and your level is far behind Father Han's. Father Han is currently on the eighth floor, and you haven't practiced Qi yet, so you have risen very fast. After you reach the foundation building It will be slow."
"Enough is enough, my God, this is really a level-up. But it's just that the level of spiritual power has increased. My actual combat experience should be rubbish. I need to find time to digest it. Well, let Brother Zheng teach Taught me!"
Xia Ying, who had made up her mind, stared happily at the hero refining the weapon for herself. Her bright eyes kept staring inside. Han Zheng could catch a certain pair of excited eyes every time without any surprise, but he didn't ask again. What, put all your energy into casting the sword.
Although Fu Jian's cultivation base is low, he is worthy of his noble status as a "Third Grade Artifact Refiner" held by the whole Xia family. The initial steps of the natal sword he made for Xia Ying are very solid, and there is nothing to criticize. It's just that the natal spirit sword lacks its "soul" activation material,
The sword can change from an ordinary weapon to a weapon of the cultivator's heart and soul, and even to cultivate a sword spirit in the future. The core part is to integrate the aura of heaven, material and earth into the sword, and the cultivator will usually take it out. Put in the most precious thing you have, if you lack it, you will lose a lot of cards in future battles.
His own natal sword, Killing Duan, was forged by himself. The core material "Qi Jing" had two copies at the beginning, but now one is useless, and it is all considered a good deed.
Am I actually in the mood to show kindness here?
The man laughed lightly in his heart, but he didn't stop.Before melting the sword, he tilted his head and glanced at Xia Ying who was dozing off with his head propped up on the small bench at the door,
The man was funny, and he was patient and generous with what was interesting and beneficial.
The sleepy Xia Ying didn't know, but when he was dying of sleepiness, his good brother Zheng gave him all the leftover materials.
……
Two hours later, I only heard the sound of "rumbling" exploding from the top of my head,
Xia Ying was so frightened that he woke up screaming, don't blame him for making a fuss, if the horrific thunder burst directly on the top of his head, everyone would be scared to death.
"F*ck, shit, shit!! What happened to the cold spirit?!! Something exploded?!!"
"Heavenly Thunder!! It's Thunder Calamity!!! The host runs, the Thunder Calamity is coming for this room! He didn't run away immediately, but bit the corner of Xia Ying's skirt and pulled it out.
When Xia Ying turned around, he was sitting on the sword casting platform and drinking wine slowly, his long and straight legs were swaying gently, obviously in a good mood... and he couldn't hear the thunder at all,
A pitch-black epee beside him was trembling "excitedly", as if he had sensed something.
Xia Ying gritted her teeth and bent down, caught the cold spirit and threw it out of the window, shouting: "Hurry up!!! I'll be out right away!!!" The voice was so loud that the ending sounded like a male voice,
But that's okay, the thunder is louder.
"Brother Zheng, run quickly!! Let's go back to the yard and drink again!" Xia Ying hurriedly ran to the edge of the sword casting platform, looked at the male lead who was looking down at her from a high place, and tried to persuade: "This Lei doesn't look good, Let's slip away!"
The male protagonist's cold eyes did not fluctuate at all, and he suddenly said: "Next, your red sandalwood."
A delicate and light rapier fell steadily into Xia Ying's arms,
"It's just a thunderbolt, there's nothing to hide from."