After a long time, Huang Yirong woke up.

What happened just now was like a dream, and everything in the store was still the same as before. However, the woman in the painting taught her method of practice, which she had already kept in mind.

"Can I practice? It's great. In the past, I always envied those sisters who cultivated immortals, but I didn't expect that I could cultivate immortals myself as well today."

"Brother Qin, I'm leaving." She looked up at the sky outside. It was almost dark. She said with a red face. If she didn't leave, it would cause gossip from the neighbors.

"The rice bowl and money are on the table, you can take it away together." Qin Yifan said.

In the backyard.

Seeing the calm wind and the sky returned to Qingming. Xiao Bu put away his blood power and jumped out of the bird cage. The big carp in the water tank and the four claws under the abdomen also shrank back.

"Oh my God, it took the master only a few minutes to break the curse of the ancient demon king?"

"It's so scary."

"The master's cultivation is no longer an ordinary immortal, and he can measure it."

"He has the strength of ancient sages."

Bajie also came out of the corner and kept arching towards the rake plowing the ground in the corner of the wall, extremely excited: The master's cultivation is so profound, and it is a great blessing to follow such a master.

Early the next morning, Qin Yifan walked into a shop.

After entering, a wave of heat hits the face, and the stove in a huge iron furnace is burning brightly. A middle-aged strong man is wrapped in a black and shiny apron around his waist, holding an iron pliers in one hand and putting a piece of burnt iron on the chopping board, and holding a hammer in the other hand constantly pounding. The jingling sound is like a beautiful music.

"So it's Mr. Qin, welcome." Looking up, he saw Qin Yifan, and a honest smile appeared on his strong man's face. He respected Qin Yifan very much. Qin Yifan had taught his son to read and write for free before.

"Uncle Niu, my iron rake was broken by Bajie yesterday. I'll beg you another one today." Qin Yifan said.

"Okay, Mr. Qin, please wait, I'll give you a shot right away." Uncle Niu said cheerfully. He put down his work and prepared it for him immediately.

"Uncle Niu should help others fight first, I'm not in a hurry." Qin Yifan said.

"That's not going to happen." Uncle Niu said, "Mr. Qin is the master of the children in our town. We can't even respect it. How can you wait for a long time? I was helping Lao Zhang to make a kitchen knife just now, so he was not in a hurry to use it. And if he knew that I was making something for the husband first, he wouldn't say anything."

"Then it's going to be a labor." Qin Yifan said.

Uncle Niu said as he took out a piece of high-quality fine iron and threw it into the stove.

"Uncle Niu, I heard that you used to help those practitioners build weapons." In addition to boredom, Qin Yifan started chatting with him.

"Mr. Qin, I'm not bragging to you. My skills in building weapons are the best within a radius of a hundred miles." Uncle Niu said, "My ancestors of the Niu family have passed down their irons for hundreds of years. It is said that five hundred years ago, my ancestors of the Niu family created an extremely sharp sword."

"Awesome, awesome." Qin Yifan said.

"Not only those immortal cultivators often ask me to build weapons, but even the swords used by the introductory disciples of the Lingyue Sword Sect are made by me." Uncle Niu said, "I can build everything else except for the immortal sword."

"Excellent." Qin Yifan said.

"I heard that Mr. Qin has recently raised a pig as a pet?" Uncle Niu changed the topic and asked.

"Yes, it is called Bajie." Qin Yifan said.

"Your iron rake was actually broken by a pig, it's too unsolid. I don't know who beat you before, his iron raid..." Uncle Niu shook his head and said.

"I have used that iron rake for ten years and has been rusted for a long time. It probably has nothing to do with the level." Qin Yifan said.

Just as the two were chatting, Uncle Niu had already burned the fine iron red. He clamped it out with iron pliers and placed it on the anvil and kept beating it. The black iron filings fell down, leaving only the fine iron.

After a lot of tempering, put it in water and quench it.

It took about half an hour to build the new iron rake. Uncle Niu handed it to Qin Yifan: "Mr. Qin, I promise that your pig will not be damaged."

"A month ago, a cultivator came to me and threw me a large piece of meteorite and asked me to help him build a sword. The sword he made can be said to be cut iron like mud. There is still a small piece of meteorite left. Your iron rake is made of that piece of meteorite."

"Thank you, Uncle Niu." Qin Yifan said. After that, he took out the prepared silver and handed it over.

"Mr. Qin is so polite to me," said Uncle Niu. "To be honest, if I don't want to charge Mr. Wu for a small rake."

"It won't work if you don't charge money." Qin Yifan said with a smile.

After walking out of the blacksmith shop, I returned to the backyard, and put a new handle on the rake. After trying the feel, I started raking the ground, loosening the soil, and planting vegetable seeds that I like to eat.

Seeing the little pig who was eager to try on the rake, he said, "Bajie, I don't believe you can still break this rake."

Wash your hands and look up at Lingyue Mountain in the distance.

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The hut is built in a human world, but there is no noise from chariots and horses.

I ask you how can you? Your heart is far away from you.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains.

I thought to myself, although I cannot cultivate immortality, my life is better than worry-free. This kind of life seems to be not bad. The only thing I lack is a...girlfriend.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains?"

After hearing this, Xiao Bu and Xiao Li sighed secretly: The master's state of mind is indeed not something that ordinary people can have. Even if we practice for another ten thousand years, we will not be able to cultivate his state.

We have ancient bloodlines and practiced day and night for tens of thousands of years just to improve our cultivation.

Why did he fight and kill in the fairy world all day long, and fight for a magic weapon?

I'm afraid only true sages can see through all things in the world like their masters.

After following the master for a long time, even our mood has been improved.

In fact, Qin Yifan did not want to practice, but could not practice. He had to live like a hermit when he had no choice but to live like a hermit.

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Outside Maple Leaf Town, a hundred miles away.

A mountain that stretches for thousands of miles is towering into the clouds. The milky white mist surrounds the mountains all year round, making people unable to see the full picture.

It is several times larger than Lingyue Mountain. It has a strange peak, with various strange flowers and plants growing on it, and has nurtured countless strange beasts, fairy birds and terrifying monsters.

This is where Zhongshan and the disciples of Lingyue Sword Sect dare not enter easily. Qin Yifan and Huang Yirong were afraid to talk about it last time.
Chapter completed!