"Woo..."

I don’t know how much time passed.

While Tang Jingxuan was sleeping soundly, she vaguely heard a sound coming from outside, as if she was crying.

Wu Qingwan's voice...

?

Tang Jingxun slowly woke up, only to find that the lights outside the curtain had been extinguished at some point, and Wu Qingwan beside her had gone somewhere. Only Tuanzi was left sleeping on the pillow.

"..."

Tang Jingxun woke up instantly, and the movement outside became clearer:

"Shh~ Jingxun, are you awake?"

"Don't be so nervous, let me take a look..."

?!

My God, these two are really...

Tang Jingxuan was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes, pretending that she didn't notice anything, and muttered "Hmm~" in her sleep, pretending to be still asleep.

After a while...

"I'm not awake yet, let's continue..."

"Hurry up! For the sake of your honesty, I've only humored you once, and it's already been half an hour..."

"I know, Wanwan, be good..."

…

Tang Jingxuan's eyelashes trembled slightly. Hearing the weird noises, he couldn't help but feel confused even though he was still asleep.

She endured it for a long time, chatting in small details without stopping. Unable to hide her curiosity, she secretly used her fingers to pick out a gap in the curtain.

In the dimly lit room, Zuo Lingquan was leaning on the tea couch with a smile on his face and his arms around Wu Qingwan's wrist.

Wu Qingwan had a pair of white furry ears, her cheeks were very rosy, her lips were pursed tightly, and her expression was obviously a little confused.

!!

Tang Jingxuan's eyes widened with moisture. It was the first time he had seen such a scene since he was a child, and his breath froze. The slender fingers that lifted up the curtains were retracted as if they were electrocuted, pretending not to see anything.

But if the two of them are close to each other's ears, how can they sleep when they wake up...

——

Mount Yinheng, above the blue clouds.

In the white jade palace pavilion, a tall woman in a gold skirt sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, her expression as calm as ever.

Outside there are bright stars and mist lingering in front of the basalt shield. The scene may seem as if it has not changed since the palace was first built.

The little female dragon was coiled on the golden mace, eyes closed, already accustomed to everything around her.

But tonight, something seems to be a little different.

The little female dragon felt that her master's breath had changed - it was a little messy and inexplicable, and the small sound she made evenly while breathing out actually had a faint sweetness to it.

?

The little female dragon opened her eyes and saw the woman in the golden dress sitting next to her, blushing!

No way...

The little female dragon has forgotten how many years have passed, but ever since she met that girl from a mountain village, she has never seen such a shy look on her face that only a weak woman can show.

The woman in the gold skirt obviously also felt it. She opened her eyes and touched her cheek blankly. There was a hint of doubt in her deep eyes.

The little female dragon didn't know why and asked:

"Why are you blushing?"

The face of the woman in the gold skirt had recovered, she was silent for a moment, and then said:

"It's nothing, it's freezing cold."

"..."

After the little female dragon was stunned for a moment, the entire Coiling Dragon Golden Mace changed and gradually turned into a golden shawl, which was placed on the woman's shoulders.

The little female dragon was the golden dragon pattern on the shawl, and she spoke with concern:

"Autumn is here and the weather is getting cooler, so put on more clothes."

"I'm determined."

"What do you mean?! Your majestic Shangguan Yutang, can your face turn red from the cold? When my soul is broken, my brain is also broken? Tell me! What's going on?"

"That little phoenix is ​​just messing around."

"What is she fussing over?"

"I didn't look at it, how could I know?"

"How about going over and taking a look?"

"No need."

…

——

No matter how high the mountain is, if there are immortals, then there will be good spirits.

There are many mountains around Zhuoyan City, and there are hundreds of large and small hills, all of which have been rented out by the Zhuoyan Sect to accommodate the weapon refiners from all over the place.

Lei Hongliang was born in Tiandi City, Shangzong, and served as an elder of the Zhuoyan Sect. His status was naturally not low. The Leigong Mountain where he was located was located along the Kutuo River, and the feng shui was excellent.

As a fairy mountain for personal cultivation, there are not many people on Leigong Mountain. Except for Lei Hongliang and a few direct disciples, the others are all registered disciples who come to learn the art, that is, weapon refiner apprentices.

No matter which profession you are in, being an apprentice is a hard job. You don’t get paid for the most tiring work, and you have to look at the master’s face. This is especially true for the weapon refiner.

Outside the villa on Leigong Mountain, apprentices of all sizes are working day and night to refine weapons. When time passes, the villa is still filled with the sound of "ding-ding-clang-clang" and occasionally the muffled sound of "exploding furnace".

.

The young monk in green clothes returned to the villa carrying a few materials he had collected while wandering around.

The registered apprentices running back and forth in the weapon refining workshop would nod and shout when they met:

"Senior brother."

The green-robed monk who was able to wander around outside was definitely not a registered free coolie, but a serious disciple of Lei Hongliang.

After arriving at the residence in the villa and seeing the master studying materials in the house, the monk in green asked:

"Master, when I was a kid, I just went up the mountain. I remember that there seemed to be a master named Wu. Why did he disappear later?"

The middle-aged man who studied the materials was Lei Hongliang's apprentice Zhou Qi.

Hearing this, Zhou Qi made a move, put down the ore in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"If you don't practice well, why are you asking about these things?"

"I met a casual cultivator today and talked about the rumors about Dayan..."

The monk in green clothes put down his things, and with some annoyance recounted today's experience, and then said:

"I also heard about this, and then I remembered that there used to be a master named Wu. Master, you were on the mountain at that time, do you know..."

"I've been traveling and haven't returned yet."

Zhou Qi raised his hand and threw the ore to his apprentice: "Go and refine a thunder bell. I will test your skills. If you still fail, go down the mountain."

!!

The monk in green turned pale and did not dare to say anything more. He caught the ore and ran to the refining furnace.

Zhou Qi frowned after watching her apprentice leave. She sat alone in the courtyard and gently rubbed her fingers.

Zhou Qi has been following Lei Hongliang for a long time and still remembers what his apprentice just said.

Thirty years ago, when the nine sects formed an alliance, Zhou Qi went to Linyuan City and together with the monks of the Zhuoyan Sect, selected the remaining good seedlings from the nine sects.

At that time, I stayed at the place where the weapon trainers competed for two months. I saw many young people with amazing talents, but there was only one person who made Zhou Qi feel incredible.

That person's name is Wu Zunyi.

Wu Zunyi was nearly 30 years old at the time. He was actually not young, he was two years older than him. His cultivation level was even more mediocre. He came out of Southern Wilderness and was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining when he was almost 30 years old. On the occasion of the Nine Sects Alliance, he even

Root hairs don’t even count.

Zhou Qi remembered that the first time she met Wu Zunyi was at a temporary market in the Iron River Valley, where there were many weapon refiners selling atlases, materials and other items.

At that time, Zhou Qi was picking up treasures on the street, and Wu Zunyi was bargaining with a casual cultivator, wanting to borrow his "Ghost Skills" weapon refining chart.

The "Ghost Worker's Calculation" functions as an abacus used by people in the mountains. It is not of high grade, has a small scope of use, and has low material requirements. However, its production method is extremely cumbersome. There are seventy-two independently movable parts, which are interlocked with each other.

Every place requires micro-engraved incantations. If there is even the slightest deviation, it will not work. The requirements for the proficiency of the craftsman are almost harsh.
To be continued...