Honghuang demolition team

33 days away, Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun comprehended the Dao with his eyes closed as always. Next to the jade bed where he was meditating, Tiandao sat there with his feet dangling, propping his face to look at Daozu's handsome but icy face. After enduring it for a while, he still broke the silence in the room. .

"That little Golden Crow, did you really let him go outside?"

Although a little cub can't make any splashes, there is a sudden change in the step-by-step development, and he feels uncomfortable no matter what he thinks.

Such a good sun star, how could there be an extra Golden Crow?

This is different from other people's homes.

The little Taoist sighed, worried about what would happen next, but also didn't want to see the little boy crying like he had been wronged so much.

He has never seen such a cute little boy, beautiful and delicate, and will lose his temper when provoked, it would be great if he could be kept by his side.

It's a pity that Tiandao can't keep pets.

Hongjun slowly opened his eyes, looking calmly at the little Taoist who was still worried, "Three thousand worlds, each has its own fate, and it is a kind of fate that he can come into the world smoothly."

The little Taoist opened his mouth in surprise, and his calf shook even faster, "It's so strange that you said such a long sentence just now!"

Hongjun's eyes moved slightly, and he still just sat there quietly, without refuting or responding, and he was still the cold and heartless Taoist ancestor outside him.

The little Taoist waited for a while, and found that the man had stopped talking again. He curled his lips regretfully and continued, "You said this is the law of fate. What if this world is different from the world of our predecessors in the future, what should we do then?" ?”

He is used to following his predecessors to arrange the direction of the world. If he really let him do everything by himself, he is not sure what kind of chaos he will cause.

Tiandao, who was "still young", looked at Daozu with his big watery eyes blinking. As expected, he didn't get any response.

The little Taoist stopped his swaying feet, and once again felt that this person was more suitable for Daoism than himself.

The predecessors all said that if you want to be a qualified Heavenly Dao, the first thing you need to do is to be ruthless. If you have emotions and preferences, what is it called Heavenly Dao?

But when he was born, he didn't know what went wrong. Not only was he not ruthless, he was even more sentimental than the creatures in the prehistoric world. His way of heaven is still like the way of heaven.

The little Taoist murmured a few words in his heart, clapped his hands and stood up and was about to go out, "I'll go to the world where the little Golden Crow Primordial Spirit has been, and remember not to cause any problems here."

Hongjun replied lightly, and waited until the little Taoist priest's aura disappeared from Zixiao Palace, then he looked away and closed his eyes again.

Apart from Zixiao Palace for 33 days, there are only two children besides them in such a big place, the existence of the Heavenly Dao cannot be exposed, even the Tonger in the Zixiao Palace don’t know that the Heavenly Dao is not illusory, but can really be like them for entities.

Determined that Tiandao would not come back in a short time, Hongjun pinched a trick to cover up the indoor secrets, and raised his eyes again, and there was a mirror in front of him.

The young man in black robe sat boldly on the stone in front of the fire, eating the roasted meat while looking down with great interest. Not far from him, two huge giant beasts were fighting. can't leave it alone.

Don't think about it, this guy must have designed them to fight.

Wherever the Demon Ancestor went, bloody corpses littered the fields. It was not just for fun. Now it was just playing tricks and causing some disputes. The self-cultivation for so long has paid off.

Hongjun watched quietly for a while, his expression was still indifferent, but his eyes were stained with a slight smile, obviously a little more humane than before.

Luo Hu had a happy life, he can rest assured only in Zixiao Palace.

As for the creatures tossed by Rahu, they are nothing in the eyes of Daozu.

It is said that after Zu Hedao, he has no desire and no emotion, but he does not know that there is an untouchable place in his heart.

Hongjun sighed silently, waved his sleeves again, and the scene in the water mirror changed. Inside, a group of little golden crows were still fighting, and beside him was a bright and bright young man who was holding one in his arms, watching his nephews fight While chatting with the one in his arms.

This little guy has not been disturbed at all before, but he has a big heart.

Hongjun pinched the center of his brows, and removed the water mirror with some helplessness.

The room returned to silence again, and the smile on the lips of the man in purple and silver hair disappeared without a trace with the water mirror. Everything was the same as before, and the cold-hearted Taoist ancestor was still on the jade bed.

Under the hibiscus tree, the little golden crows who didn't know that they were being watched by Taoist ancestors just now were still making noise. Ye Yang sat lazily on the side with Xiao Qi in his arms, lamenting the exuberant energy of the little nephews.

All of these are good seedlings who can strike iron!

Young master Ye thought so, in order to make his nephews not feel bored, he was also working very hard to find a way.

This is the responsibility of being an uncle, no hard work!

"However, Eleven, where did you get these things?" Xiao Qi pulled Xuan Jing, kicked his short legs and asked, "We watched you break the shell, and there is obviously nothing else inside."

The egg shells have been cracked and eaten, and there is nothing left except the two swords on the back. Where did these strange things come from?

Little Jinwu didn't know that their third uncle had already completed several touching scripts with twists and turns in his mind, and his attention was still on Shensha Xuanjing, who had not been taken back.

Ye Yang picked out Xuan Jing, twirled it around his fingertips a few times and said with a smile, "It must have been brought by nature, probably uncle, I recognize the talent of forging even the way of heaven, so I was stuffed with it when I was born." got that stuff."

"Oh." Xiaoqi spit out a monotonous syllable, turned over and continued to enjoy Shunmao.

It is not impossible for them to be born to be able to refine weapons. After all, their three-legged Jinwu clan was born to control the real fire of the sun. Also lost the talent for refining.

Is this the difference between a nephew and an uncle?

It seems reasonable to think so.

Tsk, it feels really good to lie to myself~

Feeling the suspicion from his nephew, Ye Yang pinched the little guy's stomach and asked, "Why, where do you think these things come from?"

"Brought by nature." Xiao Qi replied slowly, waved his hands that were making trouble on his stomach and continued, "But Eleven, we have ten brothers, and none of us know how to refine weapons."

They really don't have such a difficult talent.

Ye Yang frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple, "If you don't know how to refine weapons, how about you know how to forge iron?"

"Strike the iron?" Xiao Qi lacked interest, "How to strike?"

"It's very simple, it's blacksmithing." Young Master Ye pinched his chin and pulled out the part about the refining tool from his memory. After going through it roughly, his expression was a little subtle.

I'm sorry, he doesn't know how to refine this kind of mysterious and mysterious weapon.

Being born with the ability to control fire is indeed helpful for refining weapons, but this kind of refining method that relies on imagination without hands-on models in the whole process, it is estimated that he will not be able to learn it in another 20 years.

What's more, the magic weapons refined in this world have more and more strange functions, and they are much more difficult to master than simple blacksmithing.

Young Master Ye rubbed his arms, took out Tiangong Suoye again and said, "Forging iron is different from refining weapons. Forging iron is very simple."

If he said this in Hidden Sword Villa, this guy would be beaten up by a group of brothers in the next moment. After all, sword casting is not as simple as he said, it is also a job that depends on talent.

Unfortunately, Ye Yang's talent ranks first among generations of Tibetan swordsmen. The simplicity in his eyes and the simplicity in the eyes of others are not the same.

Xiao Qi didn't know the difference, and thought that the simplicity was really simple, and the other little Golden Crows also stopped the scuffle, combing their messy feathers while looking curiously at their third uncle, obviously aroused.

Ye Yang put Xiaoqi down, turned Tiangong Suoye into a hammer he used to, counted the small irons in his package, and took out 200 yuan of Wujin Meteorite and the last piece of Huayu Xuanjing.

Although he still has Shensha Xuanjing on him, but the amount of Futu Meteorite is not enough. Without Qianye Changsheng and Tai'a, it is okay to cast a pair of Yufeng and Weaving Flame Duanchen first for the little nephews to see.

Huayu Chenyin, Tangchi Wujin, and the little nephews are also considered good matches.

Ye Yang moved his wrist, and suddenly realized a problem, "There are materials and hammers, but there is no sword furnace now."

Xiao Shi looked at the Wujin Meteorite with great interest, turned his head and suggested, "Second Brother, Second Uncle knows how to refine weapons, so there must be a stove. Let's find Second Uncle."

"Father said that the second uncle is in retreat, so he should not be disturbed easily." The second son subconsciously refused, he knew how important the retreat was, and the second uncle was immersed in cultivation, and the consequences of being disturbed would be disastrous.

Xiao Liu rolled his eyes, and really wanted to know what kind of sword their third uncle would forge, so he suggested, "Second brother, didn't the father say that the second uncle has been looking forward to the birth of Eleven? Let’s try a little movement first, what if the second uncle has already left the customs?”

If you are really immersed in cultivation, you will definitely not be able to notice that little movement, and it is not considered disturbing by them. If you are not practicing, it will be even better.

The second child hesitated for a moment, thinking that this is not impossible, and he also wanted to know what the forged sword would look like, so he agreed with half a push.

"Eleven, the bell."

Ye Yang was a little nervous holding the small bell, shook it lightly according to the method his nephew just taught him, and then said cautiously, "Second brother, I'm Ye Yang, are you there?"

The little golden crows held their breath and covered their mouths one by one, for fear of disturbing the exchange of feelings between the brothers.

There was no movement in the bell, Young Master Ye and the little Golden Crows waited for a long time, thinking that Tai Yi was in the critical moment of retreat, and when he was about to put the bell away, there was a sudden crackling from inside.

Like something fell.

Ye Yang looked at the little golden crows who were tensing up, holding the bell and didn't dare to shake it, but called again tentatively, "Second brother?"

"Ye Yang, I'm the second brother, did Xiao Liu bully you?" A slightly hoarse voice came from the bell, but there was still a trace of choking, "Don't be afraid, the second brother will go over right away."

Taiyi woke up from his practice, just got the news of his younger brother's birth, and was so excited that he couldn't control himself and was about to go to Tanggu. Unexpectedly, his younger brother contacted him first because he was thinking about his elder brother.

Poor third brother, he hasn't moved in the eggshell for so many years. Fortunately, neither he nor the eldest brother gave up, and now the shell is finally broken.

The innocent Xiao Liu was suddenly pointed out, flapped his wings angrily and turned his head away, having a younger brother means losing a nephew in his heart, he finally understood that the second uncle is a big pig!

Ye Yang patted Xiao Liu reassuringly, and said quickly before Tai Yi said again, "Second brother, Xiao Liu is very good, and he didn't bully me."

"That's right, Second Uncle, we just want to ask if you have a stove, Eleven... Third Uncle needs to use it."

"Stove?" Tai Yi paused, barely suppressing the excitement in his heart, calmed his breathing and asked in a warm voice, "Little brother, what do you think of Taiqing's Bagua furnace?"

Ye Yang:? ? ?

Ye Yang:! ! !

No, second brother is such a tiger? !

Taiqing's gossip furnace, not to mention the difference between alchemy and sword refining, even if you dare to snatch the young master, you dare not use it!

The author has something to say: Young Master Ye (horrified): Don’t dare to use it, don’t dare to use it, let’s say goodbye!