The boss is five and a half years old, and wealthy families are vying for his favor.

Chapter 251 I don’t know how to refine weapons

After leaving the construction site, Chen Yuansheng said that there was an authentic home-cooked restaurant nearby, which was cheap and delicious. The key was that it was close.

Jiang Wan was not picky about food, so with a wave of her hand, the group of people rushed towards the small restaurant.

The restaurant is indeed small and in a remote location. There were no customers at all when they arrived.

The boss knew Chen Yuansheng, and he immediately prepared a table of food. The portions were generous, and it took four or five rounds of dishes to feed a few people.

After eating, Jiang Wan insisted that he could not sit down and had to stand for a while, so when Song Longwu took Zhenren Ye and his eldest disciple to the small restaurant, what he saw was a circle of people standing facing the dining table.

Ye Zhenren asked Song Longwu in a cautious and polite voice: "Is this some special ceremony?"

Song Longwu was confused: "I don't know."

He asked Jiang Wan, and Jiang Wan said that he just ate too much to eat.

After taking away the leftovers and asking the boss to bring new dishes and vegetables, they started talking about the construction site and Jiuying.

Just as Jiang Wan speculated, the matter of digging up the Nine Infant Altar at the construction site was indeed handed over to the Tianshi Association. Song Longwu and Ye Zhenren of Yiqingmen both came here for the Nine Infant Altar.

They arrived a little later than Jiang. Because they did not pay attention to the entertainment industry and live broadcasts, and the disciples who were responsible for arranging the trapping magic weapon heard that the construction site had been sealed off, they took it for granted that there was no one there.Or because Chen Ding had been waiting for his father for a long time and didn't come home, so he came to the construction site worriedly. Only then did Song Longwu know that Jiang Wan was trapped inside.

Chen Yuansheng was startled when he heard this, "What about my son?"

He didn't see anyone when he came out.

Song Longwu touched the tip of his nose, "He said...he went home to choose a male model."

He thought awkwardly and gossipily, how to choose?Where to choose?How many to choose?

Jiang Wan chuckled, it was hard to get past the male model joke.

Chen Yuansheng was so angry that his beer belly bulged vigorously. After a while, he had a headache and asked the restaurant owner to deliver a takeaway to his house for the naughty boy. The dish was the designated dish: fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Jiang Wan didn't understand, so she asked her third brother in a low voice if there was any special meaning to stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Jiang Lian also whispered: "Li Jia played."

Jiang Wan understood instantly, spank her.

But... is it already known to everyone that Li Jiazhuo was spanked?

Zhenren Ye and his eldest disciple had been sitting quietly, listening to Song Longwu and Jiang Wan talking and laughing familiarly, silently stroking their beards and considering their words.

Jiang Wan noticed that he was hesitant to speak, and looked at Zhenren Ye understandingly, waiting for him to speak.

Master Ye first apologized for the young disciple's mistake and promised that he would be severely punished. Then he confessed the reason for his visit: "I wonder if I can borrow Little Daoist Jiang's toy gun and another magical weapon to take a look?"

Jiang Wan gave him the thing directly and corrected him: "The golden broom is not a magic weapon, but a spiritual weapon."

Ye Zhenren took the two things very carefully, for fear of breaking them, so he carefully asked about the mystery of the toy gun.

Jiang Wan only said that she had made some small changes, and she would not tell the specific content of the Erotic Song and the Six-Character Mantra. They were all inherited by Da Po.

Ye Zhenren returned the toy gun and praised: "It's very interesting and very suitable for Brother Jiang."

But when he picked up the golden broom, Ye Zhenren was very regretful, his snow-white eyebrows drooped, "What a pity for this spiritual weapon..."

The golden light of the broom burned out, and a lot of sorghum seeds fell off. It looked like an ordinary, almost bald little broom, which also looked very dim under the incandescent lamp.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang understands the righteousness well and wants to purify the Nine Infants even at the expense of the golden broom. His magnanimity and magnanimity are beyond the reach of our generation..."

Jiang Wan listened to him put on one tall hat after another, and waved her hands quickly: "Zhenren Ye, you misunderstood. The golden broom is not a secret treasure, nor does it have a long history, nor is it a sect inheritance. I made it the day before yesterday, and I can still repair it once I collect the appropriate materials." Ye Zhenren's eyelids drooped open in an instant, his eyes widened, and he was very excited: "You...you can practice Device?!"

Jiang Wan didn't quite understand and looked at Song Longwu for help.

Song Longwu explained to her, and Jiang Wan shook her head: "I don't know how to refine weapons."

But no matter what Jiang Wan said that she didn't know how to design magic weapons, had never seen or used a golden furnace, copper furnace, or iron furnace for refining weapons, and did not know the refining ratio of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, Ye Zhenren still firmly believed that Jiang Wan was the The weapon refiner, or at least a good talent in weapon refinement, desperately tried to persuade Jiang Wan to pursue the direction of weapon refinement.

Jiang Wan said he was tired even if he said no.

She is Da Po, and it is impossible for her to become a Taoist nun in this life.

She refused resolutely. Ye Zhenren's enthusiasm was extinguished. The 80-year-old man was very aggrieved: "Oh, if you change your mind, remember to tell Pindao."

Song Longwu changed the subject and talked about the Lei Fu.

Ye Zhenren, who had just rested for a few seconds, started chatting neatly again: "Jiang Daoist friend is really impulsive. You must know that we have been practicing drawing talismans since we were young. We have to be careful every time we draw, mobilize the whole body's spiritual power, and use When using spiritual power, you must not make mistakes in every stroke. Once you make a mistake, your spiritual energy may go retrograde and get injured, or you may go crazy."

Jiang Lian's expression suddenly tightened when he heard that the talisman was so dangerous.

Jiang Wan said helplessly: "I have no choice. Who told your magic weapon that traps spirits to be so powerful? After much thought, I can only 'use Tao to control Tao' and use your Taoist methods to deal with your Taoist magic weapon. "

Master Ye was silent.

The eldest disciple beside him jumped up and said, "Aren't you drawing the Thunder Talisman to deal with Jiu Ying?"

Jiang Wan: "No."

Master Ye was deeply shocked and confirmed again: "Is it to deal with Kun Scale Shield?"

"That thing is called Kun Scale Shield?" This was the first time Jiang Wan had heard of it, and she had learned a lot about it.

"Yes." She nodded, completely unaware of what she said.

Master Ye was in a trance. If thunder fell on his magical weapon that day... Thinking of how Jiu Ying was wiped out, Master Ye suddenly couldn't breathe.

They, Yi Qing Sect, were almost going to lose a great treasure of the town sect!

The eldest disciple originally wanted to learn Jiang Wan's move of swinging away the red mist with one sword, but now he feels that he probably won't be able to learn it.

Don't have that talent.

Jiang Wan didn't understand why the pair of masters and disciples from Yiqing Clan suddenly lost their minds. She asked Song Longwu with her eyes: What happened to them?
Song Longwu smiled and said nothing.

The masters and apprentices of Yiqingmen left after sitting there for a long time.

Jiang Wan continued to talk to Song Longwu about the Jiuying Altar. Although Jiuying was destroyed, the altar and the people who set up the Jiuying Altar had not yet been solved.

Song Longwu saw Jiang Wan rubbing his eyes and crying, and the others also looked tired, so he took the initiative: "Xiao Wan, let's talk about it tomorrow. I will go find you tomorrow. Which hotel are you staying at?"

Jiang Wan told him the name of the hotel, stood up to leave, and then remembered something.

"Brother Xiao Song, can you help Xiaofen to be saved?" She pointed to Niu Zhi.

Niu Zhi was confused: "What little fan?"

Lin Lu still remembered the way the pink mist tried its best to hide away from Niu Zhi under the siege of Jiuying's red mist. He was unkindly amused: "Don't you always want a daughter? Well, here's one. "

(End of this chapter)