"Uncle Hua, where can I buy ropes? Don't be too thick, the stronger the better."

"Rose? What do you want to buy ropes for?"

Chen Sanlang replied vaguely: "There are some uses... you can take me to buy it."

After walking around the county town, I went to three shops and finally bought a jute rope as thick as a little finger, which was quite tough. I bought a total of ten, each one meter long, and they were made according to the requirements in the "Demon Binding Art".

Carrying ten jute ropes back, Uncle Hua looked puzzled, and he couldn't figure out what the young master was going to do.

Put the rope in the study room, let Uncle Hua go out to work, close the door, and officially start practicing the "Demon Binding Art".

This magic trick is not difficult. It should be taught directly by the Dragon Girl. As the old saying goes, "The Dharma is not passed on to the six ears." It is so refreshing to teach it to the ears and instill it directly. I devote myself to understanding it, and I have mastered it for half a day, and I can do another important matter-

Refining rope-like magic tools.

After mastering the magic formula, you must also have relevant magic weapons to cooperate to display your power. The higher the level of the relevant magic weapons, the more powerful it is, and each bundle is accurate.

The dragon girl has no magical tools and magic weapons to give her, so she can only refine it by Chen Sanlang himself, but it is not easy. However, it doesn’t matter if he has the opportunity to practice it himself. Accumulating these valuable experiences is much more useful than the empty preaching in many books.

At his current level, he can only refine entry-level consecration magic weapons - of course, he doesn't have better materials on hand to refine high-level magic weapons.

According to Dragon Girl, the consecration magic weapon can almost subdue the evil guest.

Chen Sanlang first took out a jute rope and placed it in front of him, and then followed the mantra recorded in "The Demon Binding Art" and chanted the words in his mouth and refined them.

The young master closed the door and closed the door for a whole day. Uncle Hua was very worried. After thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong, so he quickly ran to tell Chen Wangshi.

Mrs. Chen asked, "Is the young master studying?"

Uncle Hua scratched his head: "There are some sounds in the room, but it doesn't sound like reading, but it's like chanting scriptures."

Mrs. Chen smiled: "Uncle Hua, you heard it wrong, how could the young master recite scriptures?"

Uncle Hua frowned: "Maybe I heard it wrong."

"It's okay. In the past, Yuan'er studied behind closed doors, but he was very hard to read. Now he has improved a lot. Anyway, if he doesn't come out to eat, you can just send the meal in."

"good."

Chen Sanlang came out by himself during dinner, but he seemed absent-minded, his eyes were a little fluttering, and his attention was not focused on the food at all. When he picked up the bowl of rice, he almost ate it into his nostrils.

When Mrs. Chen saw it, she was both amused and distressed: "Yuan'er, your body is important. Don't over-read, do you understand?"

Chen Sanlang hurriedly said, "Mom, I understand."

But at night, at the sequel, Chen Wang was a little worried. When he came out, he found that Chen Sanlang was asleep lying beside the well in the courtyard. He was shocked and hurriedly woke him up: "Yuan'er, why did you sleep here?" He touched his son's clothes, and he was soaked by dew, and he was even more anxious.

Unexpectedly, Chen Sanlang complained: "Mom, why did you wake me up? I am dreaming of the key point."

Chen Wangshi said angrily: "Is it a dream or a body important?"

Chen Sanlang was so excited that he realized that he had just said something. He blinked his eyes and quickly smiled, "I'll go back to the room to sleep right away."

As he said that, he entered the room happily.

Chen Wangshi smiled bitterly: This son is really helpless.

The next day, Chen Sanlang closed the door again and didn't even come out to have lunch. Uncle Hua had to take it over and call the door for a long time before he saw the young master frowning and opening:

"No, some places are still wrong. Look at flowers in the fog, and finally there is a layer of them. "The color of flowers contains light, the mind is dense, the body is sparse," how to explain it?"

Uncle Hua couldn't help but remind him, "Young Master, let's have dinner first."

Chen Sanlang thought about the important point and slapped his thigh suddenly: "'I will only have a bad mind to consider the truth in my heart', so that's it, I understand."

As he said that, he turned around and entered the room and closed the door.

With a bang, Uncle Hua locked outside the door again, and he was holding the food, his face was dull: The young master was crazy about studying again, what should he do?

It took Chen Sanlang for five days to officially leave the seclusion and his face was gloomy. However, in the past few days, he had no slim hair, his hair was messy, and his stubble was quite sighing. With a weak and thin body, if he held a broken bowl in his hand, he could beg along the street and beg for a living.

The refining has achieved initial results and is in a very good mood. When I was eating, my appetite increased greatly and I ate an extra bowl.

Chen Wangshi and Uncle Hua were used to his behavior and didn't say much.

After eating and drinking, taking a shower and changing clothes, he looked solemn. Then he came to the backyard and saw that there was no one around, and immediately took out a roll of jute rope from his sleeve.

If Uncle Hua were here, he would definitely recognize that the jute rope was quite different from when he bought it.

First, the thickness is divided into a circle, and it has been reduced from the adult's little finger to the baby's little finger; secondly, the color is originally the yellow gua, with a little grayish white, but now it is full of yellow and shining. Although it is not as brilliant as gold, it is quite good.

The length of the rope was also shortened, from one zhang to six feet.

Holding this rope that was finally refined, Chen Sanlang was in a state of great excitement, and the satisfaction of accomplishment was the same as writing a article for a long time. As for the other nine jute ropes, they all turned into debris due to the failure of refining.

However, he also knew in his heart that this one is just a semi-finished product now.

According to Xiaoyao Fudao, the objects used by monks are divided into two categories: magic weapons and magic weapons. Among them, magic weapons are divided into three levels: Consciousness, Xuanqi, and Lingtong. Among each level, there are differences in quality and quality.

The rope that Chen Sanlang took out belongs to the most inferior category of the consecration magic weapon, and is very rough.

"Although it's a bit rough, it can barely be considered a magic weapon. Let's take it out and try the method?"

He sat down and waited quietly.

About a quarter of an hour later, with a "meow", a cat appeared on the roof - since a female cat ran away at home, Uncle Hua thought that the foster cat would Sichun and elope with the male cat, so he learned from his mistakes, so he bought a male cat and came back to keep it.

This male cat lives a free and fat life. At this moment, he lies on the eaves to bask in the sun.

Hearing the cat's meow, Chen Sanlang smiled at the corner of his mouth, secretly pinched a formula, and shouted: "Qi!"

Swish!
Chapter completed!