Chapter 177: The Fourth Level of Home Repair Skills

The Tang knife cut off the flower's neck, and the flower bones fell to the ground.

Meng Linghua was seriously injured and temporarily lost control of her technique.

Freed from the shackles of the dream cultivation technique, Li Banfeng woke up easily at this time.

The wine gourd sprayed a sip of wine on Li Banfeng's face. Stimulated by the hot wine, Li Banfeng regained consciousness.

"Master, you are finally awake." Tang Dao was pleasantly surprised.

While Tang Dao looked at Li Banfeng, a stamen emerged from the petals, trying to get into the ground.

Tang Dao suddenly rose up and cut the flower stamen into two pieces.

Do you think Tang Dao will be distracted if he talks to Li Banfeng?

Thinking too much.

Even if Tang Dao is competing with Li Banfeng, Tang Dao can still kill Meng Linghua as long as she dares to escape.

The lower half of the stamens can no longer move, and the upper half of the stamens are still struggling.

Li Banfeng held the upper half of the stamen in his hand, and the stamen shouted in a hissing voice: "Spare my life, I know I was wrong, spare your life!"

Li Banfeng wanted to squeeze Meng Linghua to death, but suddenly he remembered something.

The folding fan was re-refined by Honglian, but it still lacks some spirituality.

Li Banfeng asked the gourd: "Is this flower spiritual enough?"

Gourd thought for a moment and said: "The Mengling Flower is considered a rare thing, and it is naturally spiritual. But it is best to let Big Sister handle this thing first."

When she said big sister, she meant the record player.

The record player has been sleeping for so many days, and it's almost time to wake up. How about trying some engine oil tonight?

Li Banfeng was about to take Hua Rui into his home, when he heard Hua Rui cry: "Grandpa, I only have this half of my body. I will die if I can't live for more than half a day.

You are a kind-hearted person. Please be merciful and take the rest of my body with you. From now on, I will serve you every day. I will do whatever you ask me to do! "

Li Banfeng is really soft-hearted. Seeing such special petals and leaves, he really shouldn't throw them away, just in case these things can make elixirs.

He took the entire Mengling flower into his home, and the Mengling flower was grateful.

Zhong Pendulum sneered secretly: "Wouldn't it be nice for this stupid woman to die happily? By the time the eldest lady wakes up, it will be too late for you to die."

Sure enough, the record player woke up.

I didn't wake up from sleep, I was woken up by Mengling Flower.

When they first entered the residence, Meng Linghua was quite well-behaved, staying in the vase and not daring to say a word.

After Li Banfeng left, all the magic weapons followed suit, and Meng Linghua couldn't help but sing.

This is her nature and she cannot control it.

When he was alive, he had to go on stage even if he was seriously ill.

He died on the stage and wandered around the dance floor for another seven days.

After seven days, instead of reincarnating, he ran to the new land, turned into a Mengling flower, and continued singing.

Over the years, countless creatures, including passers-by, have been sung to death by her.

After these people listened to her music, they stayed where they were, listening to it for three days and three nights, until their bones were broken into pieces, and they would eventually turn into a leaf on her body.

This Meng Linghua's evening dress was created by the accumulation of these listeners.

But today she chose the wrong audience.

Hong Lian disliked her for being a loser and wanted to take her in for a long time, but Chong Kui was refining, so Hong Lian didn't take action for the time being.

Besides, Honglian doesn’t eat raw food, so even if Meng Linghua’s form is destroyed, her soul cannot be destroyed.

But if you wake up the record player, things will get serious.

"You damn hooves, you sang so unpleasantly, and you kept howling all the time!" Three needles pierced the petals at the same time, eating up the singer's soul amidst the wails.

The soul was eaten up, but the lady kept the spirit.

Only the spiritual Menglinghua was left. She had lost most of her memory and only remembered some lyrics. She stood by the bed and continued to sing.

The lady blew out a puff of steam and blocked the singer's mouth: "My ears are dirty when I hear you hum."

Honglian sneered: "Wicked woman, where did you get your ears?"

The record player shouted: "Bitch, eat that insect head quickly, I'm still waiting for you to practice the magic weapon!"

In the evening, Li Banfeng came back and discussed refining the treasure with the record player.

The lady said: "Mengxiu is good at sneak attacks, and Dexiu is good at maneuvering. Using Mengxiu's spirituality and Dexiu's muscles, we can indeed refine a good treasure that is both offensive and defensive.

But the quality of this baby depends on the skills of Miss Honglian. My husband, please think of a name for this baby first. "

"Meng Xiu plus De Xiu," Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Meng De!"

The record player exclaimed: "My husband is a good name!"

Tang Dao snorted coldly: "It turns out that the master also has nice names."

Li Banfeng glared at Tang Dao: "Isn't the name Er Dao good-looking?"

While talking, Meng Linghua, who was standing beside the bed, started singing again.

Li Banfeng was surprised: "Didn't her soul be eaten by the lady? Why does she still love to sing so much?"

Banglanglanglang~

"Hey husband, my soul is gone, but my spirit is still there. This bitch loves to sing. It's just natural."

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with refining the magic weapon and whether it eats the soul."

"Hey, sir, what you said is wrong. If you don't eat this bitch's soul, this bitch can't forget his identity. The magic weapon is extremely difficult to make, and it will be difficult to control it after it is made..."

The lady explained.

To put it bluntly, eating the soul is to eat the other person's self-awareness.

Take Meng Linghua as an example. If she is allowed to retain her self-awareness, she cannot be redefined.

She will not be a loyal minister like Tang Dao, nor will she be a confidante like Gourd.

She is still the same singer, the singer who would rather die than leave the stage. In this case, even if the magic weapon is made, there will still be many thorny problems.

Keeping only spirituality is the best way to retain the combat power of a magic weapon and ensure its execution. Of course, spirituality will also bring problems. The lady has said before that all magic weapons have their own cost, and this is a price that must be borne.

The Bronze Lotus is still working hard on the leader of the insects. It is temporarily unable to refine the magic weapon, and the record player has no choice but to endure Meng Linghua's singing.

"This hoof loves to sing so much that it can't stop it from being blocked. You can sing more nicely. This sound is like tearing off a footcloth, and you have the nerve to show it off."

Meng Linghua stopped singing, looked straight at the record player, and replied: "Do you sing well? If you have the ability, sing a piece!"

The bloody pendulum said angrily: "You are so brave!"

The record player was not angry. She blew out a ball of steam, wrapped it around the Mengling flower, and sang slowly: "You are still not convinced that you can't sing. Today I will teach you a few words. Listen carefully.

Winter comes and there is a lot of snow,

Hanyi is ready to send to your lover,

Hidden in the beauty's house,

Add another room for my husband! "

"Wait a minute!" Li Banfeng stood up immediately, "Madam, wait a minute, I'm not ready yet, wait a minute, slow down!"

"Song of the Four Seasons"!

"Song of the Four Seasons" is not something you sing casually.

This is for promotion.

In fact, Li Banfeng had a hunch. My wife had eaten so much good food recently and seemed to be in pretty good condition. It was a natural thing to take Li Banfeng up to the fourth floor.

It was this process that caught Li Banfeng off guard. A burst of steam swept over and sucked Li Banfeng directly into the mouth of the horn.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Banfeng broke free from the horn. His hair, beard, and eyelashes were all permed into big waves.

The record player looked at Meng Linghua: "Have you learned it?"

Meng Linghua didn't dare to say anything.

She was ashamed.

In front of the record player, she really couldn't sing well.

Li Banfeng wiped the water off his face, sat next to his wife, and asked: "Madam, don't worry about her for now. Let's talk about these four levels of skills."

Banglanglanglang~

"Hey, Mr. Xiang, the fourth-level technique of house cultivators is called Golden House Cang Jiao. This is also a technique common to house cultivators all over the world.

This technique is difficult, surprisingly difficult, and you need to spend some time and effort to learn it. "

The golden house hides the beauty.

Li Banfeng smiled. He put his hand under the stylus holder and scratched it: "Madam, the beauty hidden in the golden house is you, isn't it?"

"Hey! Hey! My husband, please don't scratch me. I'm ticklish. I can't bear it anymore."

It's no longer possible. Xiaocha is angry. My husband, please spare the slave. "

"Laugh! I'm going to make you laugh! I'll be promoted when I'm told, and I won't even say hello. I'll see if you can laugh or not!"

"I won't put oil on the engine for you, and I won't let you scratch the squeaky holes.

Xiaonu knows that he is wrong. Is it okay to know that he is wrong? Sir, please don't play around, I'm really out of breath..."

Whoosh, whoosh, the whole room is filled with steam.

Gourd was very envious, and other magic weapons did not dare to say anything. Honglian gave them two clear dewdrops.

The record player calmed down for a moment and said: "Little slave, please give the principles of the technique to your husband first. Can your husband get some clay? If you don't have clay, flour will do."

Flour is definitely hard to find.

Li Banfeng remembered encountering some clay on the way.

He went out, and within a quarter of an hour, he came back with a bag of clay on his shoulders. That's how fast the traveler was.

The lady brought an iron basin, added water, and asked Li Banfeng to mix the clay.

"Hey, sir, use this clay to make a beauty. The more beautiful the better."

beauty?

What kind of beauty can be made out of clay?

You can’t just look at the shape, but also the artistic conception.

Li Banfeng thought about it carefully, grabbed a ball of clay, and shaped a big ball.

He grabbed another ball of clay and shaped a small ball.

He grabbed another ball of clay and rolled out four long strips.

The small round ball serves as the head.

The big round ball serves as the body.

The four long strips serve as hands and feet.

The Nendoroid is ready.

After watching the record player for a while, he asked Li Banfeng: "Ms. sir, do you call this a beauty?"

Li Banfeng took some rouge and painted red lips on the clay figurine.

"Madam, aren't you beautiful enough this time?"

The lady sighed softly: "My husband is really not serious. The technique of hiding beauty in a golden house must pay attention to beauty. The objects made must be stunningly beautiful. The more handsome the appearance, the stronger the combat power."

Li Banfeng stared at the clay figurine in his hand and said, "Is this thing still capable of fighting?"

The jukebox nodded and said: "Once a house cultivator goes out, he won't be able to take advantage of other sects. He only relies on the fourth level of skills to increase his combat power.

The husband concentrated his thoughts and gave the clay figure a drop of blood. "

Li Banfeng took an awl, pricked his fingertip, and dropped a drop of blood on the clay figurine.

"Ms. sir, concentrate your thoughts and look at this clay figurine!"

Li Banfeng stared at the clay figurine for nearly ten minutes before the clay figurine slowly stood up.

Success! Can move!

Li Banfeng was very surprised.

The record player praised: "My husband is so talented, take this clay figurine out to try his skills."

Li Banfeng led the clay figure out of the gate, and saw a rabbit foraging in the wilderness.

Li Banfeng gave the order to the clay figurine: "Go and catch that rabbit for me."

When testing techniques for the first time, you should not choose a target that is too difficult. The important thing is to cultivate your own confidence and establish a tacit understanding with the clay figurine.

The clay man received the order, stepped forward step by step, and began to chase the rabbit.

His speed seemed to be a little slower. It was impossible to catch up with the rabbit, but there was still hope to catch up with the earthworm in front of him.

Chasing earthworms is also possible!

He encountered a stone on the road.

The clay man stumbled.

The clay man fell off his head.

And then...

Nothing happened.

Half an hour passed, and the clay man never moved again.

Li Banfeng picked up the clay man and took it back to Suishenju: "My wife, this thing is not very useful."

Tsk tsk!

"Hey, husband, didn't the little slave say that you must make a beautiful girl. The more beautiful the girl is, the stronger the fighting power will be."

"This is a clay sculpture. How can I make this..." Li Banfeng scratched his scalp, a little embarrassed.

"Clay sculpture is indeed difficult. Husband, how about your painting skills?"

"Painting skills? Just painting? I'm still good at this."

"Husband, you can paint a picture of a beauty, but the fighting power of the beauty in this painting will be discounted."

Even if it is discounted, it is much better than this useless clay man.

Li Banfeng took a pen and paper and carefully drew a beauty.

First, draw a small circle for the head.

Then draw a big circle for the body.

Then draw four sticks for the limbs.

After the wife looked at it, she asked again: "Husband, do you call this a beauty? I can't tell it's a woman."

Can't tell it's a woman?

Can't it?

Li Banfeng drew a few long hairs on the "beauty".

The wife looked at it for a moment, and three trumpets smoked together: "Huh, crazy man, you can find a three-year-old kid, and the painting is better than this!"

...

In the early morning, the mother of the centipede girl walked out of the plot in a daze.

She didn't look at the wild boar next to the plot, and walked straight into the depths of the jungle.

The centipede girl was waiting halfway, looking at her mother viciously.

The mother of the centipede lowered her head and said, "My daughter, listen to me. Things are not what you think. I am not the kind of person you think. I was tricked by her..."

"Shut up! What are you talking about!" The centipede girl shouted angrily, "Think about how many tricks you played with him? Where will you put your old face in the future? How can we live on this piece of land!"

"Move," the mother of the centipede sobbed, "This place can't stay anymore."

The mother and daughter of the centipede left.

Ma Wu supported his body with difficulty, looked at the wild boar outside the plot, and shouted, "Are you coming?"

The wild boar trembled, and after a long silence, his eyes changed.

He turned his head and walked into the depths of the jungle.

He was relieved.

The forest is very good, there are deer and sheep to eat, and if you have eaten enough meat, you can also eat some vegetarian food.

You can take a nap after eating, and you can find a big tree to scratch your itch after waking up.

Isn't it good to live like this?

You can take your time to cultivate.

You can't ruin yourself because of this little cultivation.

…

The wild boar left.

Ma Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

The talent Feng Daiku gave him is only useful for women.

This wild boar is a male.

If it really rushes in, Ma Wu can only join forces with Xiao Genzi and fight it desperately.

…

The story of the mother and daughter of the centipede has spread within a hundred miles.

No alien species wants to come to this place.

The local god hovered over the land, looking down at Ma Wu, gritting his teeth and said: "This is a more shameless one! Even more shameless than the previous one!"

An eagle flew to the local god and whispered: "There is a wandering monster on the land."

The local god frowned slightly: "What monster?"

"It's a moth."

The local god smiled: "Lead her here."

The wandering monster came, she came by herself, you can't blame me for making things difficult for you!

Young man, if you value your life, get out of here!

PS: Lady Moth is not just one moth, but a type of monster, as mentioned in the previous article, and the origin and background are also introduced in the following article.

For Ma Wu, the biggest test is coming.