The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

As Yang Wuqu sighed, Wenqu pinched his chubby little face and raised his little fist angrily.

[251] Before the disaster comes, Wu Qu can still be happy.

Lao Yang's family lives a wealthy life.

However, perhaps only Yang Ju Men's profession will be recognized as a serious profession in the 21st century.

Of course, at the end of the twentieth century, Taoists were still very capable among quite a number of people.

However, Yang Wu Qu was only generally interested in this, so his relationship with his grandfather, Yang Tan Lang, could only be said to be average.

But the old man doesn't seem to think so.

"Have you memorized all the knowledge about refining equipment that I just taught you?"

The old man asked kindly in front of the ancient alchemy furnace.

"That's it."

Yang Wuqu yawned.

It is said that old people like their grandchildren, especially the youngest one, but neither Lu Cun nor Po Jun was liked by this old man.

In comparison, Yang Tanlang seems to be more concerned about his eldest son Yang Jumen and his eldest grandson Yang Wuqu.

It’s probably because he had a child in his old age. After all, this old guy was born in 2000.

Perhaps most people would develop a basic liking for their elders just because they are nice to them, but Yang Wu Qu would not.

No, it should be said that as a Yang Wu Qu whose ability is [receiving], it is difficult for him to have a good impression of someone's momentary thoughts or friendliness after seeing some not-so-good ideas.

Although for unknown reasons, Yang Wu Qu was unable to fully [receive] Yang Tan Lang's knowledge and memory, his momentary emotions could still be seen.

More than once, he discovered that Yang Tanlang had very malicious thoughts towards his siblings.

He didn't know what it was specifically, but apart from Lu Cun, Yang Tanlang didn't seem to treat the other two as human beings.

If Yang Tanlang treats Yang Wuqu's twin sister and brother like this, how can he expect them to be sincere to him?

Therefore, Yang Wu Qu's initial favorability towards Yang Tan Lang is very low.

However, the other party knows a lot of skills. Staying with the other party for a long time can allow Yang Wuqu to learn a lot (regardless of whether it uses his abilities or not). In addition, Yang Wenqu will subconsciously stay away from the other party. Staying here can at least allow Yang Wuqu to have a good rest...

For various reasons, the favorability increased to a decent level. At least Yang Wu Qu, who forgot the names of most people as soon as they turned around and even spoke them out loud based on the other person's memory, did remember Yang Tan Lang's name.

"At least be clear about whether it is or is not."

Yang Tanlang couldn't help but smile bitterly at his eldest grandson's attitude.

But he has basically gotten used to it, and he keeps saying this to the other party again and again for the sake of his child's future in life.

Of course, it doesn’t matter if the child really doesn’t want to listen, because Yang Tanlang knows Yang Wuqu’s abilities.

To be precise, that book was written by him.

"The twin flowers have failed twice... Should we continue to gamble? But if that happens, what will happen to Ju Men's fortune? His future is already very bad..."

It was like a whispering sound floating into Yangwu Qu's ears.

It was quiet, but he certainly didn't miss it.

As a child who pursues good sleep, it is not surprising that my five senses are sharper than ordinary people, and things like missing key information are also very common.

But even if he heard it, he wasn't interested.

He didn't really believe in divination, and it was normal for his father Yang Ju Men to have a bad future, after all, he was a drug enforcement officer. This "emerging" profession was not dangerous at the moment, and he had heard of people being sacrificed.

Dad has a sense of justice, and Mom feels that dad, who has sacrificed so much for his ideals, is one-third of her world (another one-third is her four children, and the last one-third is the real world). As a result, the old man and they have been apart for most of the past two years and have only met once.

Rather than luck, Yang Wuqu was more concerned about whether his two younger brothers would not be able to recognize their father in the future and whether his father would live to see his brothers and sisters grow up.

There were times when Yang Wu Qu would regret it.

It would have been great if I could have shot the drug dealer dead when he almost forced me to drink the drug. In this day and age, police resources are not that sufficient, and no one would have noticed if I had broken it up and thrown it away... right?

It’s a pity that a six-year-old child cannot resist adults, let alone adults who are crazy.

Yang Jumen arrived in time to save his child. He didn't say a word for a week. Finally, during a dinner, he said that he planned to join the anti-drug police team.

"We were really afraid that something might happen to him, so we stopped him from joining the organization."

"...I have never stopped Ju Men from doing anything, so I will definitely be rejected this time."

"Because you never tried to stop him, he might just agree to your request."

"That makes sense. I'll go there."

Watching Yang Tanlang leap out of the Taoist temple, Yang Wuqu didn't care whether this was considered a normal person's level.

There are always some people in this world who have their own talents. Yang Tanlang just has a better physique, which is not outrageous.

"Let me think about it. He said that refining equipment requires materials, fire control, technique, and heart... This is the best material mentioned, right? Add a little... ah, add it all. It's okay, just add a few more materials that I heard are very good."

Because he accidentally threw all the soil marked with Xirang in, Yang Wuqu simply added in several other materials that Yang Tanlang said he would pass on to him after his death.

Three Lights Divine Water, Meteorite Iron, this Yinhuai Wood can be used for burning, and this...

Yang Wuqu looked at the two ceramic cans labeled [Sage Stone] and [Ancestor Bones] and opened them to take a look.

The former is crimson irregular crystals, and the latter is white powder.

Add, add all.

It doesn’t matter what Yang Tanlang thinks, he just makes two...three fire sticks for the kids at home to play with.

Hesitantly considering adding a touch to Wenqu, Yangwuqu added an extra "little bit".

Putting the empty can on the ground, he picked up the small bottle marked "Golden Phoenix" and placed it on the fan outlet.

It seemed to be a combustion aid, probably something like high concentration of oxygen. Anyway, after Yang Wuqu opened the fan vent, the Yinhuai wood that he had just put in immediately burst into flames.

Yang Tanlang once said that refining tools is not like forging iron. Under the premise of having sufficiently good materials and refining vessels, the result will only be determined by the refiner's heart.

Wenqu likes branches of appropriate length. Pojun prepares a short straight stick for him, and later he can add some golden hoops to make it into a golden hoop stick. As for Lucun... he looks very serious and I ask him to accept the very bad stick to see how he reacts.

With this idea in mind, the [weapon] that would create [extreme evil] in the future was born.

【252】The beginning of tragedy

"You can't have a big funeral, can you?"

"Okay, I know."

"No, I'm not complaining about it, it's reasonable behavior."

"Thank you for sending him back."

After saying goodbye to his father’s colleagues, the twelve-year-old Yang Wuqu walked back into the house.

The sensible Lu Cun was comforting his crying mother and Po Jun, while Wen Qu stood aside at a loss, unable to say anything.

Let's talk to them about this a little later.

He thought so.

In fact, I mainly wanted to tell my mother, after all, the four brothers and sisters were not capable of doing anything.

Although I support the man’s choice, I still feel sad when I see such an ending. This is their mother, Yang Jumen’s wife, the woman named [███].

Of course, she is an optimistic and strong person, and her family has quite a bit of savings, so I think she will cheer up and take care of the children.

If possible, Yang Wu Qu hopes that this woman can be happier, and it doesn't matter if she leaves them behind to live on her own.

However, as the person in the family who was least able to resist his abilities, he could already foresee what his mother's decision would be.

His sleeve was pulled, and Yang Wuqu caught a glimpse of Wenqu's face.

The brother and sister consciously walked out of the house with her and headed towards a deserted place.

“…Dad, he…”

"It will happen sooner or later."

"But it shouldn't be so early..."

"When you reach middle age, anything can be fatal. Didn't Uncle Sun next door pass away from the flu?"

"At least...it shouldn't be this way..."

"It is better to die on a road of your own choosing than to die in your bed."

"...Wu Qu, I kind of hate you now."

"Unfortunately, I have always hated you."

Wenqu stopped.

"I want revenge."

"Don't say such nonsense. You're only twelve years old, and you're a girl. What do you want? If a man were to meet you like that, he'd probably have his hands broken and have to beg for money. If you were to meet a girl like that, you'd probably sell her to the mountains. And you're pretty, too."

As he said this, Yang Wuqu took a long look at his twin sister's appearance.

She has big watery eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, black hair tied into a lively high ponytail, a slender waist and calves, and small hands and feet in sandals are so beautiful that they have aroused disgusting and obscene thoughts in some people.

I remember that among the people caught by the group of human traffickers reported last time, there were many people of this age. They said that they were easy to catch and sell. There were many old bachelors from the mountains who were bought as child brides or directly as wives for the bridal chamber.

"I can rely on my abilities. Wasn't that how we caught the human traffickers last time?"

"Well said, I won't go."

Not wanting to argue with the other party about the help of an adult with actual force, Yang Wu Qu directly killed the dialogue.

His father died on the path he chose, so he was not very sad about it.

In addition, the dead cannot create anything, and Yang Wu Qu has never had any feelings for the dead.

Right now, taking care of my mother is more important.

So he would not agree to Yang Wenqu.

"...Don't you hate the person who killed my father at all?"

"Don't hate."

Who knows whether this is true or false? After so many years and having seen the inner thoughts of countless people, Yang Wu Qu has long been unable to judge even his own thoughts.

"Yeah."

After saying this, Yang Wenqu started to skip a beat.

Have we reached the river? The time between the conversations before we went out was really long.

Yang Wuqu thought as he looked at his sister skipping stones on the water.

After so many years, he can still only beat eight. He is too useless. Lu Cun can already beat nine.

Of course, this is better than many people, but it has no practical significance.

Even if you can splash thirty stones, can you still become a hero who fights off demons and defends the way of justice?

Yang Wuqu is such a realistic and annoying guy. In addition, he has excellent appearance even at his age. His popularity among his peers is probably the same as that of an old man with a sour face all day long.

Squatting aside, Yang Wuqu counted the number of Yang Wenqu's floats.

After a long time, all the stones at feet were knocked away.

"Let's go back."

"……Um."

"...It's actually impossible to say that I don't hate you. But I hope you understand that at least now all we can do is live well."

"..."

"Wenqu, I will never compare a dead person with a living person, no matter who they are, so I don't want you to do something irrational."

"..."

"Children can't do anything. If they really want to do something, at least..."

"…Do I have to let that guy live for so many years after killing my dad (indistinct)?"

"what?"