For Fu Chen, there are three major pains in life: when he is not refining, no one asks; when he is refining, trouble comes to his door; when he wants to refining, he has no inspiration; when he is inspired, he just enters the refining room...
Huh, who said it was the inspiration? It wasn't him anyway.
When people have no inspiration, they can do anything, but they cannot refine weapons.
People would think about it if they were not in the refining room. If they stayed in the refining room, they would not be able to get even a piece of embryo out. After forging, melting, forging, and then going out to look at the sky... Another day passed.
It was great. I didn't do anything. It was such a fulfilling day.
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Jing Lian, a great master in cultivating immortals, has been blessed with a thousand years of luck. Once he fell into a trap and lost all his meridians, he was saved by a young man Fu Chen when he was about to die.
What Jing Lian didn't expect was that this man with a name that resembled a feather duster and was even more stupid than a teenager would actually be a unique genius in casting.
Jing Lian knew at the first sight of Fu Chen that he had no sophistication, no understanding of joy and anger, no oil and salt, no scheming, he was transparent and simple, his eyes were clear, his appearance was not sharp, he had a tough heart, and he was also capable of robbing people...
Before Jing Lian woke up, he had already been seen naked, and when he opened his eyes, he was slapped in the face with a chamber pot.
The two-hundred-year-old fairy noodles were shattered to pieces in front of Fuchen.
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For ten years, the true martial arts has been hidden in the frost blade, and all the best in the world can be found in this workshop. Zhenwufang has been hiding the fly whisk for twenty-four years. It has been hidden for too long, and it is foolish to hide it from others.
After Jing Lian woke up, the first thing he heard from Fu Chen was: That person said you were an immortal, but it wasn't enough. You also have to be a god.
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There are only four major things in Fuchen's life: eating, sleeping, refining weapons, and reading calendars.
Since I have no inspiration recently, I follow the Master's words during his lifetime - you cannot lock yourself in a room, you should go out and see more. So he took two or three weapon spirits and went down the mountain alone.
In the morning, I specially asked a prophecy to tell me that good things are coming, which is good luck. As a result, I didn't see any good things that night, but picked up someone first.
Fu Chen thought he was picking up a noble son, but he was actually a liar.
Someone opens his mouth and says that he is an immortal, which is a lie.
A true immortal in the world, a messenger of immortals and gods, a true immortal leader, the head of the holy realm... Each identity sounds like he must be over a hundred years old. Jing Lian has a beautiful face, but he doesn't look like an old man. He is deceiving.
From then on, Fu Chen believed that Jing Lian was a liar.
Note:
Imagining ancient times, referring to the Southern and Northern Dynasties
He, 1v1, the violent and short-tempered beauty is attacked by an absolutely loyal dog
Intention: Let go of the past, move into the present, and move towards the future