Su Qianliang was awakened early by the slow and rhythmic knock on the door.

It was pitch black outside the light-transmitting barrier door, and the sun had not yet risen.

"Lord, I am the Sanri Moon Sect."

"Three Suns and Moons?" Su Qianliang stuffed the awakened Fox Nosuke into the quilt, covered its ears with the quilt, put on his coat and opened the door, "What's wrong?"

Sanriyue Sect Jin smiled and said, "It's good to go to bed early and get up early. Lord, it's time to get up."

Su Qianliang: “…”

Seeing the beauty of the Sanri Moon Sect near the prosperous era, Su Qianliang endured it.

Even though the time to get up was more than three hours earlier than her usual normal time to get up, even if she yawned and sat in the corridor drinking tea, she didn't understand the so-called early going to bed and early getting up, and she was in good health.

As an old man who never sleeps when going to bed early and getting up early, the Sanri Moon Sect doesn't understand why the god-study person wants to fall asleep by leaning on the pillar.

"Master, didn't sleep well last night?"

Su Qianliang: "…Hmm."

"Listen to the old man, go to bed early at night."

Su Qianliang: "...I went to bed at nine o'clock."

The Sanri Moon Sect recently cast a loving look, "The quality of sleep is worse than that of me, the old man."

Su Qianliang: “…”

Su Qianliang thought very seriously: Why did she endure such a person who is always old-fashioned and always speaks with a beautiful face in the prosperous era?

Probably because... it's good-looking?

Su Qianliang continued to immerse himself in beauty. After picking up the quilt, Hun Nosuke who was sleeping heavily on her knees, he rushed to the knife forging room for a hundred meters.

"Knife, forging a knife!"

The knife maker looked behind Su Qianliang, "Didn't Lord Shenzhe come with his close servant today?"

Su Qianliang looked away with guilt, "Ah. If you don't talk about this, I still have a knife. Let's continue with four 550."

The knife maker immediately widened his eyes and pounced on the small pile of materials, as if cutting his flesh with heartache: "Sir, God-Sermon, look, there is only a few resources. If you continue to forge this way, you can only forge it again!"

Su Qianliang felt that she might have done something extremely sinful?

“…what else is there any other way to forge?”

When the knife maker heard this, he was resurrected in full blood.

He was really scared by the God-Surveyer who was full of European energy. He was not afraid of forging a knife, but was afraid that so many resources would forge a good knife that was exactly the same. The key was that he could not leave all of it as synthetic and strengthened materials!

"When this pill has fewer resources, it is recommended to use the minimum standard, four 50."

Su Qianliang: "That's it, the two of them together."

The knife maker put a pile of materials into the knife stove, and the time was displayed on the two knife stoves: one and a half hours.

"Sir, judging by the time, this time it is likely to be a knife attack."

The only four acceleration talismans were used up yesterday. Su Qianliang was unwilling to go back and face the face of the beautiful grandfather, so he simply found a seat in the warm knife forging room and chatted with the knife maker.

"Can you roughly see what kind of knife will appear when the knife is forged?"

As long as the knife stove is thrown in, it will forge the knife itself. The knife maker does not need to keep taking care of it, so he sits down aside.

"Even an experienced knife maker can't do it. We can only tell about what type of knife it is through the time it takes to forge the knife. For example, in most cases, twenty-thirty minutes, short knife, forty minutes, rib difference, one and a half hours or more are knives, tooth knife, big tooth knife. Generally speaking, the time for forging the knife is proportional to the rarity of the sword."

Su Qianliang understood that this is the same as the better thing takes to form the longer it takes.

"So, the four-hour Three Sun Moon Sect is rare."

"More than that!" Hu Zisuke, who was nestled in Su Qianliang's arms, woke up at some point. When he heard this, he jumped up in an anxious manner. When he met such a god-study expert who didn't understand swords, he was also very distressed.

"Master Shenzhe, the Three Suns and Moon Sect is one of the five swords in the world, and it is a national treasure!"

"You can take it out as you like." Su Qianliang rubbed Hunyusuke's head and pressed down the dull hair on his head.

"Don't worry, what Lord Shenzhe has forged is not the one that was put in the museum." Fox Nosuke smiled mysteriously, the swing of his big tail was exaggerated, enough to show that it was in a good mood.

Su Qianliang didn't have the heart to ask about the way the government treated the national treasure, because when it comes to the national treasure, her heart and hands were itchy.

The national treasure giant panda that can't take a color photo in her life will be great if she can raise one. She will definitely prepare the freshest and most delicious bamboo every day, wash it white and give it a nice fragrance, and then suck it in a good mood.

An hour and a half later, a brand new and gorgeous knife appeared in front of him.

"I am a singer and immortal. I love elegance and a famous literary sword. Please give me some advice."

The man's outfit is gorgeous, with a blooming pink peony on his cloak. The lavender hair color is slightly deep at the ends of the hair, and the red eyeshadow at the ends of the eyes adds a bit of charm to his delicate face.

Su Qianliang looked at the transparent and bright blue-green eyes, and recalled the Scottish Folding Ear Meow I had touched several times before, and his hands itched again.

"Lord?" Gexian Kenting didn't know if it was his illusion, but always felt that the new lord looked at him with a special look... pity?

Su Qianliang nodded and asked FuNusuke: "Funusuke, do you sell cats in Wanwu?" Especially the blue-green-eyed Scottish Folding Meow!

"Cat? There shouldn't be." Fox Nosuke shook his tail, "Isn't it enough for Lord God-Searcher to have me?"

The alarm in Su Qianliang's mind sounded, and the little fox was jealous!

"Enough, enough." Smile and soothe, his index finger scratched Hunnosuke's chin skillfully, in exchange for a soft white belly.

The immortal of the song: "..." Why did he see the pity he had just looked at him in the eyes of the god-studying person?

After rubbing the little fox, Su Qianliang looked up again. The knife maker had already consciously taken out another knife, "Sir, the same as the God-Sermon."

"...Songxian, give it to you." Su Qianliang had a bad premonition, but she still needed to confirm it, "Daoister, do it again."

Knife: "Yes."

As expected, an hour and a half later, the Gexian Jianding handed with one hand and one hand with two hand around his waist, swallowing the question that was in his mouth.

The face of the God-Surveillancer was so bad that he couldn't speak.

At this time, what else does Su Qianliang not understand?

No matter how many times she forged or what knife she forged, she could only forge one in a day!

I'm so angry, I want to talk about life with Shizhi Government :)

"Hoho, the song fairy is here." Sanriyue Sect slowly walked in, "Welcome."

Su Qianliang was surprised to see some dust and water stains on his beautiful face, "Where are you going to do this?"

"sorry!"

Fujishiro Akita walked out from behind Mihitsuki Sect, secretly observed the face of the god-studying master, and explained carefully, "It was my turn to wipe the corridor today and accidentally poured the bucket."

He was clearly wiping the corridor in the most remote corner of Honmaru, but who knew that the Sanri Moon Sect, who was on duty today, would appear there, and he happened to fall.

"It's okay." Sanriyue Sect patted the stain on the top, grabbed the sleeves and wiped the face, "This old bone is not that fragile, nothing is happening."

Su Qianliang watched him wipe handfuls after handfuls, his white and tender face was red and not yet reaching the dirty part. He gritted his teeth and took out a scarf from his sleeve and stood on tiptoe to wipe it off. "Remember to find a mirror when wiping his face next time."

Damn old man, he is actually 1.8 meters tall!

Su Qianliang, who was only 1.67 meters tall, stuffed the scarf into his sleeves hatefully and decided to start tomorrow with a bottle of milk every morning!

"Didn't wipe it clean? Haha." Mihitsuki Sect laughed loudly and turned to look at Fujishiro Akita who was still a little nervous. "Akita, Goshen just came, you can take him for a walk."

"Yes." Fujishiro Akita was reluctant to leave quickly, "Gexiansang, please come with me."

Songxian Jianding: "Lord, then I'll take a step first."

The knife room was empty again.

After several times of forging the knife, the resources were so pitiful that ten fingers could count. Su Qianliang sighed sadly: "Fortunately, I already have ten knives, so there is no need to continue forging."

Hunnosuke thought she was worried about resources, "Sir, the resources for forging swords can be brought back by the sword men through the expedition and expedition. Now Honmaru can start to take the battle."

"It's okay, Honmaru has just started operating, let's talk about it later."

Su Qianliang touched Hun Nosuke's soft fur, lowered his eyebrows, thinking about something.

Sanri Moon Sect picked up the scarf that fell out of the sleeve of the God-Surveyer, raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and put away the scarf.

The new God-Student does not seem to be inaction.

The second knife forged by the new god examiner is the virtuous sword man who is as famous as the candlestick Che Guangzhong - Songxian Jianding.

The news spread quickly throughout Honmaru.

At the same time, another news came to the ears of every Fu Hanshen: Today, the God-Surveyor forged four swords, all of which were both the immortals and the immortals.

The crowd lost: "…"

Is the new God-Student Episode or not? This is a question.

Immediately afterwards, the short swords used their maximum mobility and ran around to inform: The God-Surveyor notified the meeting to be held!

At the same time, Su Qianliang, who was frying pumpkin cakes in the kitchen as a snack, was confused: "What did you say?"

Sanri Moon Sect picked up a golden and crispy pumpkin pie and put it in her mouth, sighing with satisfaction: "Ha, this is good for refreshment."

The candlestick Chuan Guangzhong was sweating coldly. If he hadn't not made the so-called pumpkin pie, the lord wouldn't have to make it by himself.

Tomorrow, no, let’s start learning how to make all desserts tonight!

Su Qianliang rolled his eyes and said, "Don't change the subject."

Not only did the Sanri Moon Sect eat it himself, but also picked up a candlestick for the panic-like candlestick, and after seeing him eating it, he happily suggested: "Lord, let's treat this as a small dessert for a meeting."

Su Qianliang: “…”

If it weren't for your good-looking appearance, I would have...beared it!
Chapter completed!