"Oh my God, how could this little bastard be so smart that he was so mad that he actually raised my family's ancestral Heavenly Fox Sword by several grades It's useless, this sword trick has to change with it, but modifying the sword trick is equivalent to creating your own exercises, and you have to start a sect to start a sect, who has this ability."
Hu Siniang looked at the little devil with a proud face after playing, with infinite regret in her eyes, regretting that he was so smart but had no chance with the Tao, and regretting that he had changed such a good sword move, but it could only be a useless show.
"Mother, isn't it a showmanship if there is a trick or not" The little devil said proudly, "Mother taught the sword trick to the little devil, and the little devil helped the mother to change the sword trick." ” Isn't it, you're a layman who hasn't practiced at all, and you can still change your martial arts route, which is even more funny than a blind man saying that your drawing is too ugly, and I'll help you change it After Hu Siniang thought about it, she still passed the sword trick to the little devil, anyway, it was passed on to her son, and the son couldn't practice, so the son could pass it on to the grandson in the future.
"Turn to Qimen, go to Yangguan, enter the governor, and pass the hundred meetings" The more Hu Siniang listened, the more frightened she became, and the more she listened, the more excited she became, with this set of sword tricks, her combat power could at least triple more than three times, but when Hu Siniang was itching to hear it, the little devil suddenly stopped talking.
What's the matter, Jiang Lang has done his best, even if he is a five-year-old kid, no matter how smart he is, it is impossible for him to improve a set of excellent swordsmanship in one day, even the real grandmasters will change it for three or five or even thirty or fifty years at every turn.
Hu Siniang said with a look of affection: "The little devil is really good, rest first today, don't worry, think slowly, and tell your mother as soon as you think about it." ” "Mother, this is a piece of bamboo, not a sword" The little devil threw the bamboo piece in his hand to the ground in a huff, and said angrily.
Hu Siniang was stunned for a while, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.
"Mother, the little devil wants a real sword," the little devil exhaled loudly again.
What's the matter, dare to love this little rabbit cub just now that he didn't have any goods in his stomach, but he wanted to sell it at a price and start his wife's business.
"Little bastard, I actually blackmailed my mother" Hu Siniang finally remembered that the name of her little baby was: Little Devil.
How can a little devil give benefits to others for no reason, of course, not even his own mother, otherwise he can't be called a little devil, at most he can only be called a little villain.
"Good son, you are still too young, you can't hold the real sword yet."
Hu Siniang coaxed, "My mother will use bamboo to make you the most beautiful sword, okay?"
"I want the shape of a dragon and a phoenix" The little devil crossed his two small arms, and after saying it loudly, he picked up the small bamboo piece on the ground and used it to carve and draw it underground, and it didn't take long for a strange and outrageous weapon pattern to appear at the feet of the little devil.
Why is the front dragon and the queen phoenix still painted so fancy, it's just that, it's idle anyway, so let's spend more effort to help him carve a good-looking toy Hu Siniang nodded and agreed.
"I want that sword made of purple phoenix bamboo," the little devil crossed his two small arms and said loudly again.
When Hu Siniang heard this, she was immediately furious, and she couldn't wait to slap the little bastard who fell from the sky, and then slapped it back to the sky.
The purple phoenix bamboo is extremely precious, it is the best material for making a spiritual flute, there is only one such plant in the entire Paradise Valley, this purple phoenix bamboo has grown in the Paradise Valley for ten years and only grows to a finger and a half thick, it is not enough to make a flute, so it can only barely make a flute.
Hu Siniang originally wanted to wait for it to grow for another ten years and use it to make a flute, but now she was forced by this unfilial son to make toys After thinking about it for a long time, Hu Siniang felt that she was now living in this paradise valley with a little kid and three big bosses, like a hollow valley orchid, purely for self-appreciation, and adding a spirit flute couldn't blow any phoenix, but was asking for trouble. swish After Hu Siniang gritted her teeth and slashed off the purple phoenix bamboo with a sword, the little devil suddenly looked innocent again; "Mother, don't you think it's too monotonous to just have a set of superior swordsmanship, the more the bottom of this pressure box, the better."
Hu Siniang has always believed that erudition is better than specialization, and she was trying to dispel the insatiable greed of the little devil, but she suddenly remembered that since this little bastard can change the sword technique, then he may be able to change his own cultivation method.
"What more do you want," Hu Siniang said very angrily.
"Mother, the little devil is your own son, and he will give you a pension in the future."
The little devil looked puzzled and said, "If the good things of my mother are not left to my own son, who else can I leave them."
You are being nicer to the little devil now, and the little devil will definitely be better to you in the future. ” "How good is it," Hu Siniang said with a dark face.
"On the day you leave, I'll buy you the best coffin board," the little devil said confidently.
"What" Hu Siniang was furious, reached out and grabbed the little devil, clamped his little ass under the armpit, and slapped it and beat it violently, "Little bastard, the old lady asked you to curse me to death, let you curse me to death, why should the old lady's things be left to your son, if you are not filial, I can also leave it to my grandson."
"Woo woo wow" The little devil was beaten and cried, and his naïve heart finally understood a truth: some kind truths really can't be said, even in the face of his own mother, he must properly maintain the true colors of the little devil.
The little devil never knew that he fell from the sky, and he always thought that he was like a normal person, and he was born from his own mother's armpit.
"Little devil, what else do you want" Hu Siniang was tired, her anger disappeared, and her heart hurt a little, but she still held her slap and asked fiercely.
"There is a mother who is in pain, the little devil lacks nothing, it is the duty of a child to be filial to his mother, how can he ask for any more reward."
Under the slap of his mother, the little devil once again understood a truth: the weak have no human rights, even if it is his own mother, it depends on the mood if he wants something, if he doesn't make her happy, she will make you even more unhappy Hu Siniang smiled, and after carefully wiping the little devil's dirty little face with a fine velvet handkerchief, she took a sip on it, and then passed on the basic secret of her ancestor, Tianhu Technique, to the little devil completely.
The little devil was quite well-behaved and sublimated the phantom-level three-grade Tiangu recipe to the Dao-level five-grade with extreme potential, and after giving back to his mother, when his mother's joy was almost crazy, after taking a sip on her face, he said: "Mother, the little devil is almost bored when he stays in the Paradise Valley every day, and he wants to go outside to see the fresh scenery." ”: