The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Ruifeng took the finger sword and carried it to study with his junior sister.

Tutu watched and bought the herbal pills. Since there was really no market for them, Ruifeng did not bother to roll these herbal pills, which were less than half a millimeter in size, into big pills.

Ruifeng's fellow apprentices have been refining pills a lot recently. One furnace can produce hundreds or even thousands of these raw herbal pills.

Tutu took out a point of Shengcao Dan, which was like a handful of green soil.

Tutu randomly sprinkled some in a palm-sized flower pot, which contained a small cactus whose roots had rotted due to overwatering. The soil in the pot was hardened.

Tutu clapped his hands and began to discuss the martial arts with Yi Er.

He was shocked. "The alchemist said that practicing this technique is equivalent to turning your body into a magical instrument and your mind into an instrument spirit."

Yi Er clenched his fingers, trying to control his emotions, "I see you bought the finger sword from my shelf, are you going to show it to the alchemist?"

Tutu nodded, "The alchemist said that your weapon refining is equivalent to weapon spirit synchronization, and your understanding of weapons is different, so the quality of the weapons you create is better.

If it were to be engraved with a formation, it would probably reach the level of a magical instrument."

Yi Er took out a sword, looked at it carefully and thought, "Then is there any way to make up for it, such as strengthening spiritual practice or taking some elixir?"

Tutu checked the inventory and said, "There is a purple fruit that can enhance physical fitness and spiritual awareness. I will temporarily name it the Soul-Boosting Fruit. You can buy a few.

But why don't you try to change your skills? Although you don't have spiritual roots, I still have body-refining skills that can be practiced to the Gangti realm, which is equivalent to the level of foundation building. When the strength of body-refining skills reaches this level, it is basically the pinnacle.

According to your original skills, you can only cultivate to the Bone Changing Stage at best, which is close to the Golden Core Stage. "

Yi Er didn't understand this kind of technique. "After practicing the body-refining technique you mentioned, can we still forge iron in the future?"

It can be seen that Yi Er and his friends have a deep love for blacksmithing. Tutu explains,

"Practicing external skills and forging iron are two different things. They are independent.

Do you still need to circulate your mind when you forge iron? At the mortal stage of your cultivation, your strength cannot penetrate your body. In fact, you still cannot control it through spiritual energy like the cultivators who refine weapons."

Yi Er simply took another piece of iron from the blacksmith's furnace and started hammering it, carefully feeling whether his mental method was working while he was hammering.

"It really has nothing to do with the technique when forging iron. If the technique is not activated, it will not work automatically.

What you said about using the body as a furnace, so our spirit is similar to the spirit of the weapon, so we can create better weapons, I don’t feel anything about it.”

Tutu explained, "It is a subtle influence. The spirit has been in harmony with the body for a long time, which is equivalent to your spirit refining the weapon all the time.

It's like a carving master who, when seeing a piece of jade, might think about what themes are suitable for this stone, which areas should be left blank, or which cracks are suitable for carving flowers to cover.

That is to say, there is no world of immortal cultivation where you are. If you were in the world of immortal cultivation, and your level of cultivation really reached the bone-changing stage, it would be dangerous.

They will be captured by evil cultivators, their bones, muscles and skin will be used to refine weapons, and their souls will be captured to be used as weapon spirits."

Yi Er remained silent, looking down at the red-hot iron in the blacksmith's furnace.

“Although we don’t have any cultivators here, our master has ascended to heaven, so there may be cultivators in his place.

Moreover, we all practice the same principles here. Is it really a natural development and has nothing to do with the upper world?"

Tutu didn't know how to answer him, "Then when will you change your technique? Your cultivation is not high, so it's easier to change your technique."

Yi Er was going to discuss it with his master's wife.

The master's wife was practicing swordplay. She was wearing a black training suit. Her every move was like thunder. Under the shadow of the sword, the snow on the treetops fell with a rustling sound.

Yi Er stood aside waiting for Master's wife to finish the training. His junior fellow apprentice, holding Little Seventy-nine and Little Eighty in his arms, was also waiting for Master's wife under the eaves.

Seeing Yi Er's melancholy face, the junior brother stepped carefully on the snow and came over.

"What's up, Second Brother? Why are you acting like a melancholy knight? Isn't that the style of the First Brother?

Is there a change in the trend now? Is this style becoming more popular? "

The junior fellow pretended to make faces, frowned, and pretended to be depressed. The two children in his arms watched him make faces, laughed, and started to make faces too.

The laughter of a baby is the most soothing. Yi Er relaxed his frown.

"I haven't asked you yet, why have you been taking care of these two kids recently? Didn't the eldest brother say that he was in charge of them all?"

The junior apprentice brother looked confused, "Ah? When did he buy it?

Senior Brother told me that you said that the storage rings are allocated according to the contribution of taking care of children.

It is said that the master and his wife use a large space. Second brother, you have made great contributions by getting a storage ring from a friend, so I will keep one too.

The remaining two storage rings will be allocated to whoever has more children.

The eldest brother raised many children, so he should be the one to take the lead.

The remaining one is me and Lao Liu competing for the position. Whoever takes care of the most children will get a storage ring first.

Isn't that right? What's the matter with the senior brother you mentioned? "

Yi Er was stunned when he heard this. It was possible to do this. The eldest brother’s idea was brilliant. He even asked the sixth brother to come in to take care of the child. Finally, there was a new member joining in to share the burden.

"Yes, that's right, it looks like you'll be able to beat Lao Liu soon, come on, I'm rooting for you."

The junior brother looked at Yi Er suspiciously, "You and the senior brother didn't do anything behind my back, did you? If you bully me on purpose, I won't cook lunch, and you'll be out for nothing."

Yi Er quickly comforted his junior brother, took out a chicken leg from the storage ring and stuffed it into his mouth, "I specially saved it for you, you can keep it and eat it."

We can't offend our junior brother. Although his cooking skills are average, he cooks much better than the other brothers who take turns cooking.

At least there is no strange smell or burnt smell. I can't let the only junior apprentice who has the talent of a chef go on strike.

The little junior brother stuffed a chicken leg in his mouth. The two little babies smelled the delicious aroma and leaned forward to take a bite. They were still too young and had been eating tasteless porridge and rice all day long. When they saw what the adults were eating, they pounced on the food like hungry tigers.

A big chicken leg was firmly bitten by one man and two babies.

The junior brother was holding a child but couldn't move his hands. He kept whimpering and signaled Yi Er with his eyes to take the child away.

At this time, Master's wife came back from the exercise and helped to carry the two children away. The two children were still biting the chicken legs in their mouths.

One with two teeth, one with six teeth, tore off some strips of chicken.

Yi Er quickly touched their little mouths. Such young children should not eat large pieces of meat.

The two kids used all their strength to suck the milk, but they couldn't keep the tasty chicken strips.

The little hands and feet were flailing around in a panic and he was crying loudly.