Xia Pingsheng turned around and said lightly: "Young Master Han, you are polite, and you will send it out in person."

Han Fenglai said: "I passed by Yujing when I was studying, so I didn't dare to disturb my senior's quietness. But since I was lucky enough to meet him, how could I not come to see him?"

Xia Ping smiled indefinitely, "Is 'Yetian' interested in this small place thousands of miles away?"

Han Fenglai immediately said, "It depends on the decision of Master Yan." His words made his position quickly and did not leave any room for vagueness for himself. He was so loyal and honest that even Xia Pingsheng couldn't help but look at him.

After Xia Pingsheng and Yan left in court, Han Fenglai stood there for a while before turning back to "Jihuiyuan".

Qian Bo was packing cups in the room. Neither of them had any airs. Most of them did their daily lives by themselves, and they rarely let the servants of the Yan family's living yard enter the house. The servants were happy to be lazy.

Han Fenglai walked to the table and sat down. His spiritual sense circled around him, and then said, "The one who sits in the 'Tiangong Kaiwu' is really a master of heaven!"

More than 30 years ago, a stunning figure among the weapon refiners, named "Zhuangtian". Although he only appeared in front of others for a short year from becoming famous to completely disappearing, he has been remembered by the industry. He is a person who can be respected as a master like the owner of "Yetian Workshop".

Qian Bo's expression condensed and he said in confusion: "Not it? After reading these two days, the craftsmanship of 'Tiangong Kaiwu' is exquisite, but there are not many sets of own drawings, so it can only be regarded as a tool making factory. Is 'Zhuangtian' not planning to pass on the mantle here?"

Han Fenglai shook his head and said, "Let's watch the changes. I always feel that the current state of 'Natural Works' is a bit strange, and I'm afraid it's not just a servant who is carrying the master."

Xia Pingsheng's small courtyard is located in the most secluded corner of the living room, called "Snowland". There is only one kind of plant inside and outside the courtyard, which is the Ice Pine. The tree has no leaves all year round, and the pine needles are covered with fog like ice flowers all year round. At first glance, it seems like it is in the snow.

After Xia Pingsheng moved in, the nearby roads were adjusted, and only one small path led to the courtyard. Xia Pingsheng's life was extremely simple, and even the sweeping was done by himself, so there was almost no trace of people here.

From the outside, the size and area of ​​the houses of the "Snowy Courtyard" are similar to those of other courtyards, but the furnishings are simply minimal. However, almost no one knows that if the owner leads him, there will be another world after stepping into the door.

Yan Kaiting fell in front of his feet, and there was still a wooden floor under his feet. After stepping in, he stood on the light blue jade floor. This is the so-called magic weapon cave, and the entrance is connected to the study room of the Xueyuyuan.

This cave is not big, just one main hall and two side halls, with a small-scale weapon refining workshop.

Yan Kaiting has become increasingly distant from Xia Pingsheng in recent years. He hasn't been here for a long time. As soon as he stood still, he subconsciously looked around. The hall still looked like it in his memory, and he had never changed the color of the collapsed cushion.

Xia Pingsheng walked towards the passage on the left and said, "In recent years, the expansion of 'Yetian Workshop' has been very strong, and it has taken over half of the monks and craftsmen's mansions in the four southern states. However, they did not expect that they would turn their targets to ordinary workshops so quickly."

Yan Kaiting followed Xia Pingsheng through the corridor and entered the weapon refining workshop. He didn't say anything, but just listened carefully.

Xia Pingsheng said: "For Jiangshi Mansion, having a powerful sect leader is not a bad thing, but not all a good thing. The little guy from the Han family moved in here was arranged by Qi Xiong, you can know."

Yan Kaiting said slowly: "Do you still have no suggestions?"

Xia Pingsheng stopped in front of a black stone platform with silver dots of stars and said, "'Natural craftsmanship' is your thing, you can consider this matter yourself. I can't always be here."

Yan Kaiting suddenly looked up and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

Xia Pingsheng's palm brushed across the surface of the stone platform, and a layer of blue flame rose, gradually flashing vermilion red light on the edge, dyeing Xia Pingsheng's white hair a layer of scarlet color.

Xia Pingsheng did not answer, but said to himself: "My Taoism is inherited by the master's sect. I don't want you to get started, so I can't teach you. But refining weapons is a method I got by myself. There are seven paragraphs in total. How much have you learned?"

Yan Kaiting didn't know how to answer for a while.

From the perspective of others, Xia Pingsheng asked this question a little wisely. He started taking over Yan Kaiting's upbringing from the first day, and the naughty children at that time had not learned it well.

Xia Pingsheng's attitude was always lukewarm. When the class time came, the children would be pulled out from heaven and earth, and pressed them to the desk to finish the class. In this case, almost no one believed that Yan Kaiting could learn anything.

When Xia Pingsheng taught the basics of weapon refining for the first time, even Yan Kaiting was surprised. As the young master of the craftsman's house, his father never mentioned a workshop word by word to him. Instead, Xia Pingsheng, who was not involved in "natural work and artifacts", wanted to enlighten him on his weapons.

As for what Xia Pingsheng taught, whether Yan Kaiting had learned the trial and how much he learned it, only Yan Kaiting himself knew. Xia Pingsheng seemed to be only responsible for teaching, regardless of his knowledge.

Yan Kaiting suddenly found that he had clenched his fists at some point. He exhaled, relaxed his five fingers, and asked, "Why did you teach me to refine weapons? Is it because I have talent?"

Xia Pingsheng smiled and said, "I can't tell the talent, but don't you like refining weapons?"

Yan was silent in the court hearing, and Xia Pingsheng's answer was far from what he had always imagined, but it left him speechless. Could it be that when the child was still complaining about the world, someone saw his desire in his eyes?

Xia Pingsheng gently tapped the stone countertop, full of urging.

Yan Kaiting let out a light breath and said, "No need that."

He picked out a piece of Gengjin and a piece of crystal stone from the shelf next to him. Both materials are very easy to refine and are most suitable for quick shape.

Then a bright red flame appeared at Yan Kaiting's fingertips. It was the Red Sun Earth Fire, which belonged to the top-grade fire and was also the basis for the Yan family to enter the famous craftsman's mansion in Yongzhou.

At the core of the main house workshop, the fire spirit collected by the ancestors of the Yan family has been spread to various important nodes through the Fire Dragon Channel, and is supplied to the forging and smelting of a huge workshop. As long as the bloodline of the Yan family has fire attributes, they can obtain a wisp of earth fire power from the fire spirit through the cultivation of secret methods and turn it into use.

Obtaining at least one kind of strange fire is a necessary condition for the weapon refiner to get started. Those monks who do not have ready-made fire spirits have the first step to practice is to travel through mountains and rivers to find the fire they can use. This is the natural convenience of learning to refine weapons after the craftsman's mansion.

Xia Pingsheng did not show any surprise when Yan Kaiting could actually take out the red sun earth fire. He only focused his attention and carefully watched that he refined the two stones into juice. It was a transparent ball that would not dissipate or fall, floating in Yan Kaiting's palm.

Then the ball of stone liquid quickly stretched out into various shapes, like an invisible hand kneading and shaping. At the same time, the transparent liquid gradually turned gray and white, as if it was about to solidify again.

Immediately afterwards, a purple lightning flashed out from Yan Kaiting's fingertips. It was only the size of a pen that was usually used to draw a soft pen, like a flexible pen tip, drawing a magic array on the uncondensed stone liquid mass.
Chapter completed!