Fantasy: Sign In For A Thousand Years At The Start

Chapter 6 The Girl Who Came to the Casting Room

Chapter 6 The Girl Who Came to the Casting Room

“Ugh?”

“This is… a debilitated person?”

Gu Caixuan’s expression condensed, and she immediately saw that the young man in front of her was a natural handicapped person who was born with an eye disease.

With a flash of inspiration, the girl thought of something.

She seems to have indeed heard others say that there is a natural disabled person who has died of both parents and has no talent.

Some accidents, it turns out that this young man actually stayed here.

“It’s a bit bleak.”

Gu Caixuan looked at the young man in front of him holding a piece of ore and moving slowly, suddenly pitying.

The girl comes from an excellent background and knows a lot of things that other people don’t know.

Naturally disabled people are obviously different from other disabled people.

This is a kind of disease, a kind of punishment, a kind of punishment from heaven, and no one can cure it in rumors.

Think about it carefully, this kind of punishment for following people for a lifetime is really terrible.

If this is herself… she can’t imagine.

The girl looked at the boy’s eyes again, unconsciously softer.

“puff.”

The black mysterious iron ore was finally thrown into the hot golden red water.

“What will the girl do?”

The voice of the teenager in the quiet caster room sounded. This boy is Song Wudao.

When someone walks into the casting room, how can he not find out who has been able to cultivate?

But this is normal.

Just now the demons made such a big movement in Refining Soldier Mountain, how could no one come to investigate.

That’s why he moved his hand and pretended to be an ordinary person.

It’s just that he still wondered that others won’t stay for too long, but he didn’t expect this person to stand in the casting room without saying a word and stop. He had to interrupt.

“what.”

The girl was shocked, and she always thought that she hadn’t been discovered.

She was suddenly ashamed.

It was too rude to look at the other person like this for a long time, even though the other person couldn’t see what he was doing.

Gu Caixuan immediately replied: “Ah, I just walk around, didn’t delay your work, right?”

“No.”

Song Wudao heard a soft voice, and he shook his head helplessly.

The girl’s answer was obviously flustered.

Song Wudao had dispelled his suspicion, the girl could not be the strong one sent by Sect to investigate.

“Hello, my name is Gu Caixuan, what is your name?”

Seeing Song Wudao answer own question, Gu Caixuan felt relieved and continued to observe him, a rare natural disabled person.

It was a bit rude to just observe directly, so she gave out her own name, so as not to bore the other party.

“Song Wudao.”

“Is there anything else?”

Song Wudao spoke bluntly, and under Gu Caixuan’s attention, he threw a heavy ore into the golden red hot pool water.

“Um, do you use me to help?”

“Need not.”

“Well, what are you doing now?””Quenching the ore.”

“Then what do you want to do to refine the ore?”

“do not know.”

“Ah, that’s it. Then you must be very hard, right?”

“generally.”

…

…

Perhaps he felt that Song Wudao’s situation was too bleak.

Gu Caixuan was very enthusiastic, and accompanied Song Wudao to nag for a long time, asking this and that.

The only difference from Gu Caixuan was that Song Wudao seldom spoke, and seemed a little silent.

Regarding this, Gu Caixuan didn’t mind at all, she thought it was normal.

It’s just that Gu Caixuan couldn’t always accompany him.

She also understood that it was time for the conversation to end. Seeing Song Wudao showing some boredom, she quickly ended the conversation and walked out of the casting room.

After Gu Caixuan left, Song Wudao finally felt calm down.

With a wave of his hand, the densely packed ore rose into the air, and was thrown into the hot golden red molten slurry in a flash.

“Is the Taoist rhyme between heaven and earth?”

“It’s a bit troublesome not to see it, but it’s not bad.”

He thought silently.

When Gu Caixuan just chatted with him, she explained her reason for coming here.

The rhyme left by these masters who have tried their troops, although there are many, it is indeed worthy of attention.

Probably because of his eyes, he did not notice the rhyme attached to the objects between heaven and earth.

After Gu Caixuan said this, Song Wudao remembered it.

The casting room, after seeing Gu Caixuan staying for a while, she left.

Song Wudao was attentively attentive, touching it carefully, and slowly sensing the mountain, stone, grass, and wood in this place.

Sure enough, under his nine-layer Realm, he realized with his heart and gained a lot of gains.

Six years later, the sudden emergence of Jiuyou crack in Lianbing Mountain has long been repaired and sealed by Tianhe Sect.

The disturbance brought by the evil spirits has turned into dust under the time of the study, and will never be seen again.

In the past six years, Gu Caixuan has been in and out of Lianbing Mountain frequently, so she has gradually become acquainted with Song Wudao.

Song Wudao became more and more familiar with Lianbing Mountain.

Only in very rare cases, Yan Lao, as a military refiner, would come to interfere with Song Wudao’s Life. During the six years of Song Wudao’s life, he had a very peaceful and comfortable life.

One morning, the morning sun shone into the mountains.

“Finally Foundation Building.”

Song Wudao, who was meditating, suddenly relaxed his body, his movements were very casual, but his temperament became more and more illusory, immortal and proud. It seems that an essential change has taken place.

Speaking of it, originally he could reach the Foundation Building faster, but he worked slowly and carefully.

In the six years, he signed in Lianbingshan for an unknown number of times and got countless opportunities, finally.

“The foundation of the avenue made with these treasures is truly extraordinary.”

After the foundation was built, Song Wudao rarely smiled.

“Song Wudao, come.”

Suddenly, Song Wudao heard the sound transmission from Yan Lao to him.

Song Wudao paused. It was the first time he called Song Wudao in the past seven years since Yan Lao returned.

Song Wudao didn’t neglect, but with doubts, he went to the residence where Yan Lao lived all year round in the Lianbing Mountain.

As soon as he entered Yan Lao’s room, Song Wudao’s footsteps stopped again.

He could feel that Yan Lao’s breath of life was very weak, like a candle that was about to burn out, only the last time was left.

Old Yan, are you going to die?