novelPairMe Chapter 195 Master Craftsman Characteristics!Take Xiao Ye into his bag!
Chapter 195 Master Craftsman Characteristics!Take Xiao Ye into his bag!
"Okay, Master, this disciple understands."
Xiao Ye nodded, and finally stopped thinking about it.
These six years have passed, do you still care about the momentary insult?
Time will tell who is the real joke.
Just like the master said, after a few years, when I step on He Changfeng, will anyone dare to laugh at me?
He couldn't cultivate supernatural powers, so Meng Qingwan certainly couldn't either.
All relying on combat skills to compare strengths, can he still be weaker than the opponent?
Thinking of this, Xiao Ye immediately felt relieved.
Swallowing the elixir in one gulp, feeling the warm current flowing through the body, Xiao Ye was shocked, went to bed quickly, sat cross-legged, mobilized his dantian, and began to absorb the aura of heaven and earth around him.
Feeling the spiritual weapon circulating in the body, his cultivation base also began to improve rapidly.
...
Meng family.
attic.
Meng Qingwan was serving wine for He Changfeng, and when she was free, she even took the initiative to come behind He Changfeng to massage him.
Although Meng Qingwan had no other strengths, her massage techniques were pretty good, and even He Changfeng could feel the comfort.
Looking at the man in front of her, Meng Qingwan's expression froze slightly, and she was obviously thinking about something.
After hesitating, her voice sounded.
"Master He, wait a minute, Qingwan wants to give you a present."
After speaking, Meng Qingwan trotted away.
Glancing at the back of the other party, He Changfeng didn't pay much attention and continued to drink his own wine.
The location of this attic is not bad, between the green mountains and green waters, the insects and birds chirping in the ears are like musical instruments, and being in it, it feels a little leisurely.
Not long after, Meng Qingwan came back.
"Young Master He, this is a gift from Qing Wan to you."
Meng Qingwan stretched out her hand shyly and timidly.
He Changfeng raised his eyebrows and noticed what was in the opponent's hand.
It is a steel hairpin.
In this world, even a spiritual weapon is extremely rare.
Therefore, most monks use ordinary weapons.
He Changfeng held it in his hand and didn't ask any further questions.
It was Meng Qingwan herself who took the initiative to explain: "My mother taught me to do this. She told me that if I meet a lover in the future, I must give it to him personally as a token of love. In this way, no matter where the other person is, he will always be with you." won't forget me."
Meng Qingwan's allusion was full of meaning, she was obviously afraid that what He Changfeng said at Xiao's house was a joke, and he would leave her alone in the future.
Thinking of this, He Changfeng couldn't help smiling.
Just as he was about to answer, his expression froze.
His gaze was fixed on the hairpin, carefully observing every edge and corner.
The hairpins are extremely exquisitely made, and it is obviously not the first time they have been made, and it seems that there are still many failed products.
But this was not what surprised He Changfeng. He found that there was a strange aura in the hairpin.
Thick and sharp, hidden rhyme!
Although it was just a decorative iron tool, the restrained determination almost scratched He Changfeng's fingers.
This thing is not simple!
To be precise, the person who built this thing is not easy!
"Have you been making this hairpin for a long time?"
He Changfeng couldn't help asking.
Meng Qingwan shook her head.
"This kind of thing can only be done once, the first time you do it, it will be what it is."
He Changfeng was even more surprised when he heard this.
This is the first time to do this.
"Your workmanship is pretty good."
Meng Qingwan smiled shyly, her heart was sweet, she did not expect to be praised by Mr. He.
"I have liked to make such small objects since I was a child, otherwise it would be too boring to be in this big house every day."
"Is there anything else?"
"what?"
Meng Qingwan was a little puzzled.
"I really like the little things you made, show me the others too."
"okay!"
Meng Qingwan came back to her senses and ran out quickly.
Not long after, he returned to He Changfeng with a small wooden tray.
He Changfeng glanced at it casually, there were many things in the wooden tray, but they all had one characteristic, exquisite workmanship.
And any object with a sharp edge will contain a sharp breath.
Soon, He Changfeng's eyes fell on a dagger.
The dagger was also made of ordinary iron. He picked it up directly. The handle was so small that it was impossible to hold it completely.
"I learned this from my family's blacksmith when I was 11 years old, but he said it was almost unfinished, and it was a defective product, but I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I kept it."
Meng Qingwan explained that He Changfeng was very interested in the dagger she made.
Hearing this, He Changfeng nodded.
Indeed, it was almost too late, the blade steel was brittle and could be broken with a little external force.
But he could feel some auras that ordinary blacksmiths couldn't detect at all.
Dark edge!
He Changfeng's index finger slid across the edge of the blade, and a stream of pure spiritual power circulated. Wherever it slashed, the blade became extremely sharp.
Suddenly, He Changfeng's hands froze.
He raised his hand, and on his index finger, there was a bloodstain.
Seeing this, Meng Qingwan's face changed slightly, and she immediately wanted to go forward to bandage He Changfeng, but was stopped by him.
He Changfeng quietly looked at the wound on his index finger.
A strand of blood flowed down.
And the wound has not healed for a long time.
"Ok?"
He Changfeng made a nasal sound, and Zulong's true blood flowed quickly.
The next moment, a scene that made Meng Qingwan unbelievable happened.
The wound on He Changfeng's fingertips began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, the wound completely disappeared, not even leaving a scar.
If it weren't for the blood left on the root of the finger, Meng Qingwan would have been hard to imagine that the other party was injured.
Meng Qingwan took out her handkerchief, stepped forward to wipe the blood off He Changfeng's hands without saying a word.
She only knew that the other party was looking at her, and as she stared at her for longer, her pretty face began to heat up.
really weird.
Why does Mr. He keep looking at him like this?
Of course she didn't know that He Changfeng discovered a treasure!
And this treasure is her!
He Changfeng finally understood why Meng Qingwan, who had nothing but looks, was the heroine.
The dagger forged casually by the other party, even the blacksmiths scoffed at it, but it could easily break through his body, leaving a wound that even the blood of the ancestor dragon could not heal itself.
He could feel a natural sharp saber energy left at his fingertips.
If he hadn't forcibly circulated the true blood of the ancestral dragon, perhaps at least a few minutes later, when the saber energy completely dissipated, the wound would heal.
He faintly felt it.
This little girl who is naturally obsequious may have a certain characteristic.
"System, investigate!"
He Changfeng focused his eyes on Meng Qingwan.
For people with really low cultivation, the system has a detection function.
It can detect some information that He Changfeng can't feel.
[Five hundred luck points are required for the detection function, and the first use is free! 】
The system beeps.
He Changfeng nodded secretly.
This system, still has a little vision, can do business.
[Luck value -0, investigating...]
[The investigation is over, the target is Meng Qingwan. 】
[Identity: The only daughter of the elder of the Meng family. 】
[Talent: Normal. 】
[Cultivation: late master. 】
[Physical: None. 】
[Characteristics: Craftsman! 】
"really!"
Seeing the end, He Changfeng thought to himself.
This little girl's personality is really extraordinary.
He quickly called out the introduction of the master craftsman.
[Spiritual craftsman: The supreme talent of the forging ability, whoever possesses the attribute of a divine craftsman, as long as he does not fall in the middle, he will definitely become the supreme divine craftsman in the forging world! 】
Seeing this, He Changfeng nodded in satisfaction.
I really saw Bao!
Supreme master craftsman!
This is somewhat similar to the body of the innate ancient immortal.
directly established the upper limit.
As long as you don't die, you can become a supreme craftsman.
"Do you like forges?"
He Changfeng's voice sounded.
Hearing this, Meng Qingwan nodded without hesitation.
"In fact, I wanted to be a blacksmith since I was a child, but the blacksmith enshrined by the family said that I have no talent, so my father let me focus on cultivation."
Not talented?
He Changfeng smiled wryly.
The forging masters in this realm are really interesting, and they missed a forging supreme talent owner with just one sentence.
"Do you want to learn forging with me in the future?"
"miss you!"
Meng Qingwan said decisively.
The focus this time was not on He Changfeng, but on learning how to forge.
She dreams of it!
Living in this kind of world, the chance of pursuing her dream is almost slim, but now an opportunity is in front of her, how could she not seize it.
"Master He, are you looking for a master for me?"
"No, you will follow me from now on."
"really?"
Meng Qingwan's beautiful eyes widened suddenly.
Mr. He means...
Do you really want to bring yourself?
"real."
He Changfeng couldn't help smiling.
Looking for master?
What kind of master can teach Meng Qingwan?
Having a good teacher can naturally save a lot of detours, but for He Changfeng, there is something better than a good teacher.
He Changfeng's mind went directly to the system store.
A dazzling array of products flashed before He Changfeng's eyes.
He Changfeng's eyes quickly settled on a prop.
[Nine Ways of Forging the Gods (Da Dao-level forging technique): 2000 luck value. 】
This price is not low.
But when He Changfeng saw the grade, his eyes froze.
Avenue level!
The highest level of skill currently known.
"System, buy!"
[Luck value -2000, buying now...]
[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Nine Dao Forging God Technique*1! 】
As the system sound fell, a jade slip suddenly appeared in He Changfeng's system space.
He directly took out the jade slip and handed it to Meng Qingwan.
Seeing the jade slips that were similar to the Xuantian Kungfu last time, Meng Qingwan's throat felt itchy, and she almost backed away subconsciously.
"This thing only belongs to you, no one can give it to you, you can't even say it, understand?"
Meng Qingwan nodded dully, and took the jade slip from He Changfeng's hand.
But then, another jade slip appeared in He Changfeng's hand.
This is the supernatural power he bought together just now.
Glazed palm.
It is worth two hundred luck points, and it is a supernatural power at the Zong level.
After escaping from the mortal world, He Changfeng also realized that mortal bodies cannot cultivate supernatural powers, because supernatural powers require very high conditions, whether it is physical quality or spiritual strength.
If a mortal body forcibly uses supernatural powers, the pressure will be unbearable, and it will naturally suffer irreversible physical trauma.
But this problem was solved by the system.
As long as it is a supernatural power given by the system, it can ignore this limitation. After cultivation, regardless of the physical condition, no matter how high the cultivation base is, it can explode as much power.
Although the quality of this Glazed Palm is a bit low, but in half a month when it meets Xiao Ye, it will definitely be a lore. No matter how talented it is, it will only dominate at its own level.
Using extraordinary supernatural powers to beat the protagonist with a mortal body is purely cheating and reducing dimensionality, but He Changfeng likes to watch this kind of thing.
Meng Qingwan doesn't need to be too strong. The value she can bring to He Changfeng is naturally not strength, but a forging tool.
There are more than a thousand people in Xianyuan, and a few geniuses can always come out, and with the strength of Xianyuan's aura, after more than ten or twenty years, the average strength can at least reach the level of the heavens.
At that time, a lot of Taoist artifacts were naturally needed.
With Meng Qingwan here, these are not problems.
It is a Taoist instrument of the same level, forged by Meng Qingwan, which possesses a special ability.
"Practice well."
He Changfeng stroked Meng Qingwan's cheek, feeling the gaze of the other party, Meng Qingwan blushed, nodded shyly, then turned and left the attic under He Changfeng's gaze.
He Changfeng returned to the chair on the terrace and lay down, looking at the stretch of mountains in front of him, his eyes gradually became deeper.
Fifteenth.
He was in no hurry to go to the so-called secret realm.
He has already gained more than that secret realm.
Moreover, he has another plan.
Take Xiao Ye into his bag!