Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

The master of the Dial Pavilion smiled and said, "Only two spirit stones, we don't have any spirit beads."

After finishing speaking, put two low-grade spirit stones on the table.

Curious again: "Why do you pay us for expensive snacks, but charge for cheap snacks?"

Hu Zhuo: "Business is business. Mind is mind. Pavilion owner—"

With a hippie smile, he rubbed his hands and was embarrassed to speak.

The owner of the Dial Pavilion: "If you have something to say, just speak it while I'm in a good mood."

Hu Zhuo said: "Boss, Pavilion Master, that, that—do you accept—a handyman?"

The master of the Dial Pavilion was slightly stunned. According to the normal routine, even if he didn't ask whether he would accept apprentices, he should also ask whether he would accept younger brothers, right?What's the matter with the handyman?

Chunluo sneered: "Qianji Pavilion humiliated you, making you disdain to officially join?"

"No, no." Hu Zhuo hurriedly waved his hands: "The owner of the pavilion is my idol——"

"Oh, I see." Chunluo suddenly realized, her eyes showed appreciation: "You want to be a ghost cultivator. What is it that you can't think about and don't want to live? Tell me and listen."

Hu Zhuo: "."

The master of the Dial Pavilion reproachfully patted Chunluo's hand, Chunluo's eyes rolled half a circle and she curled her lips in boredom.

Hu Zhuo said: "Boss, Pavilion Master, can I learn mechanism skills from you?"

Seeing the exquisite mechanism house of Qianji Pavilion, Hu Zhuo's heart was on fire, and the fire became more and more intense and could not be stopped.

Originally he was ashamed.He thought that he should dedicate his whole life to the weapon, how could he be moved again when he saw the organ technique?Feel like a scumbag.

But he followed the people who believed in saying that he can also like mechanism art if he likes weapons.

Well, everything his sister said was right.

Hu Zhuo got rid of the shackles of his mind and began to step on two boats.

I have bought the book on mechanics, but I haven't started to study it yet. First, I met the owner of Qianji Pavilion who came to his food stall for a night party.Isn't this the chance God gave him?If you don't catch it, wouldn't it be struck by lightning?
Following God's will, Hu Zhuo spoke boldly.

Mechanism?Is it for mechanism?
The master of the Dial Pavilion was surprised for a moment, and said in astonishment: "People who like tricks are not common."

Hu Zhuo's eyes were burning: "I like it very much."

The master of the Dial Pavilion smiled: "The Qianji Pavilion is the best way of Qi Yetian's mechanism now. Although I am the master of the branch pavilion, I am actually not good at this way."

He paused slightly, and saw that the young man was not overwhelmed by his words, the blazing heat was obviously not because of him.He believes that even if he refuses, young people who have no way to go will find other ways.

The master of the Dial Pavilion secretly sighed with emotion at the age of passion and persistence, and changed the subject: "But the sub-chambers of the Qianji Pavilion have the responsibility of selecting disciples for the main pavilion. If you really have this talent and pass the entrance test, I can recommend you to join the Qianji Pavilion." Machine Court."

Enter Qianji Pavilion?

Hu Zhuo hesitated for a moment.Refining is his true love, and he is sure that this will never change in his life.Mechanism ranks second and is the last one
Moreover, he didn't want to leave Baopingfang, and he didn't want to leave Hu Qing.Selfishly speaking, the freedom and support Hu Qing gave him was unprecedented. He had a premonition that even if he went to other places or sects, even if he was focused on training, he would not be treated better than Hu Qing.

That feeling is like——

One is that a weed seed is gifted with a thousand acres of fertile soil, and it grows casually.

One is, good flowers and good grass, occupying one side in the flower garden and spiritual field.

The young Hu Zhuo likes to grow up casually, and wants that freedom.

He hesitated, hesitated, and laughed together: "Boss, I, I, I dare not expect to be favored by such a great sect as Qianji Pavilion. I just want to learn a little bit from you, okay?"

"Ha. I really don't like the Qianji Pavilion. I'm curious, which one did you learn from?" The owner of the Dial Pavilion was really interested: "Could it be the enemy of the Qianji Pavilion?"

"No, no, no, I'm just a little rookie who can't even be considered a person. I have nothing to do with Qianji Pavilion, look up, look up to Qianji Pavilion." Hu Zhuo quickly explained, afraid that in the dead of night On the street, I was killed because of a misunderstanding.

Pavilion Master Sundial: "Since there is no grievance or enmity, let's try it. Anyway, you and I are idle, and the entry test is very simple."

"No, no, I can't afford to climb high, I'm not worthy."

"Whether you are worthy or not, you will know once you try."

For a while, the two gradually became louder, one kept inviting, the other kept rejecting, very much like the strong buying and selling.

Chunluo was completely ignored, she could see that the man was teasing the children, so she slowly ate side dishes and drank soy milk, and waited for her to finish the two portions of meals by herself—well, isn't he the sweetheart? I'm dead, so I don't need to eat - the two are still arguing.

It was rare for him to be in good spirits.

She put on her veil again, straightened her clothes, raised her palm, and a tiny spiritual force hit the side of Hu Zhuo's head.Hu Zhuo rolled his eyes, his body limp.

The master of the Dial Pavilion pulled him forward and let him lie down on the table.

"Why are you impulsive again?" The voice was displeased.

Chunluo said: "There is time for nonsense, let him do the test. If it's not suitable, don't waste your words. If it's suitable, continue talking."

The master of the Dial Pavilion raised his voice: "I mean this? Chunluo, how many times have you promised me to restrain my temper? Count it yourself and how many times have you done it?"

Chunluo's eyelids drooped, and her thick eyelashes cast a clear black shadow in the night candlestick: "It's not a big deal."

The owner of the Dial Pavilion was angry: "It's because you don't restrain yourself in small things, and you can't control yourself in big things. Why is this kid hindering you and me? He has his own ideas, we can persuade and make sense You can refuse, but why do you just knock him out and take him back? It’s just that he’s weak, so you don’t pay attention to him. If someone is stronger than you, how dare you?”

Chun Luo suddenly raised her head and yelled: "Okay, it's my fault again. What you say makes sense, but what I do is wrong. I didn't kill anyone, and I helped him get a chance. Besides, it's my fault. What do you care about with him?"

He is stubborn and will not change after repeated admonitions.

The owner of the Dial Pavilion was so angry that his eyes burned blackly: "You, I——I don't care about you."

Bang, Chun Luo stood up abruptly, brought down the stool behind her, walked forward in a cold air, and disappeared into the street in a few steps.

The master of the Dial Pavilion stood up and raised his foot to chase after him. He looked at Hu Zhuo who was lying on the table, gritted his teeth, clamped him under his arm, and got on the locomotive.

After putting the person down, he came down again, put away all the things on the stall, and left with the black-spirited person in the locomotive.

Hu Zhuo didn't know anything about what happened after he passed out, and the fish waiting to be slaughtered were generally taken away by the machine car.

As the night dissipated, the sky brightened and then darkened, Hu Qing came out of the refining room to move his joints.

"Hu Zhuo, Hu Zhuo?" She rubbed her neck to the front: "Let's have a pot tonight. The cow should be slaughtered—"

"Mom, Brother Zhuo hasn't come back yet." Hu Huahua ran out kicking the egg all the way: "I went out to buy fried dough sticks and I haven't come back yet."

Hu Qing was stunned: "Not yet? There are too many fried sticks. Hu Huahua, don't use so much oil next time—the egg is alive, it's impolite for you to kick it like this."

Hu Huahua: "It's okay, it likes it."