The inside of the Sword Casting Hall was extremely hot, and the sweat slipped down his cheeks and dripped onto the high-temperature forging table.

Qin Lang ignored it, and didn't have time to wipe his sweat, he just cast it wholeheartedly.

Of course, that's just what someone saw, as for himself, of course he's on the hook - on the importance of having an AI/plug-in.

Although Yun Jue is beautiful in 360 degrees, there is no dead angle, but he is shirtless holding black iron pliers and a hammer that matches tough guys. Qin Lang said that he still can't love it, and he is not interested in this kind of cool work, otherwise he will be the top the one, right?

Alas, he also tried his best to keep his disciple brother peeping without being "discovered" by him.

For example, now, Lang Qianxing was holding an ancient book on the second floor of the Book Collection Pavilion and looked at it, but his eyes were squinting at the small window on the opposite side of the Forging Sword Hall.

Refiners, those with talent or good abilities will choose to put the raw materials that need to be forged into the furnace, and use their own cultivation to skillfully polish a fine piece.

However, real masters are like beginners who learn forging. They use their own hands to forge the melted raw materials into the most suitable shape with a heavy hammer. All the impurities in the raw materials make the weapon become pure step by step.

Although this method is a bit stupider than using the cultivation base directly, it allows the refiner to temper himself while tempering the weapon, which is also a process of cultivation. Those cultivators who are complacent about their ability to use the cultivation base to refine tools often take a long time to realize what they are missing.

In such a boring process, the cultivator who was impatient and kept repeating the same action, focusing on forging, perseverance and perseverance, is worthy of admiration no matter how you look at it.

Hearing the sound of the increase in favorability, Qin Lang threw the sword that had been cast into the fire again, and a faint smile appeared on his face illuminated by the fire.

Then he seemed to notice something, and moved his eyes from the fire to the small window, through which he could see the library on the opposite side.

The man upstairs lay quietly on the table, with the book open and propped in front of his head, looking like he was lazy.

Qin Lang quickly withdrew his gaze and patiently waited for the material in the fire to melt into a golden red in the high temperature.

After another day of sweating, Qin Lang would go to Houfeng to take a bath, even though he could remove the filth with a casual spell.

It's just that Lang Qianxing peeked at it last time. In order not to collapse, he still set up a ban here, and did not give Lang Qianxing another chance to intrude.

Fortunately, someone was not thin-skinned at all. When he returned to the room with a refreshing body after taking a bath, Lang Qianxing came to him.

"Master, it's me." The figure outside the door knocked on the door.

Qin Lang raised his eyebrows. His husband's tone was a bit fascinated. What was the feeling of love?

"Come in."

Lang Qianxing opened the door and came in, then closed the door again and looked at Qin Lang, who was standing by the table and selected various stones to put on the table, with long hair.

"What's the matter?" Qin Lang picked up one of the pieces and looked at it carefully before putting it down.

"Master, I can't calm down in my practice." When Lang Qianxing said this, the disciple should not feel ashamed at all. Instead, there was a wicked smile on his lips, and his eyes looked straight at Qin Lang's profile.

Qin Lang's selection of stones was not interrupted, he just looked up at him, and after seeing the expression on his face, he didn't speak.

Seeing Qin Lang ignoring him, Lang Qianxing was neither surprised nor disappointed, so he quietly stood aside watching Qin Lang's every move, and asked after a while, "Is the master refining tools? I saw it in the library. Past the Master in the Sword Casting Hall."

Qin Lang wanted to laugh when he heard it. His husband said it too openly, as if the peeping during the day was just a casual glance, not something he did on purpose.

"Knowing that I am in the Palace of Forging Swords, you are still lazy in the Library Pavilion?" Qin Lang asked back.

Lang Qianxing smiled indifferently: "Anyway, the master is not trying to teach the disciples. As long as I stay at Qingyun Peak, it seems that it doesn't matter to the master whether I am serious or not."

Hearing this, Qin Lang frowned and looked at the self-deprecating smile on his face, "Do you think you are a prisoner?"

Lang Qianxing hummed, "Isn't it?"

Qin Lang seemed a little angry, and threw the rough stone he just selected back on the case. This was the first time Lang Qianxing saw him angry, but it didn't make him feel scared.

Qin Lang was silent for a while, and said, "If that's the case, why did you come to me and say you can't calm down and cultivate?"

"Because I think so, but I still want to ask Master for an answer, am I your apprentice or a prisoner under your watch." Lang Qianxing said, "Master said that he wants to save me, and I will come to Mingzhonghui. Accepted me as a disciple, but when I came to Qingyun Peak, the master actually ignored me."

Oh, Qin Lang understood, his husband was blaming him for not teaching him like other people's masters, and not being as close as other people's masters and apprentices. The feeling of being too indifferent is like I don't care about him. The words to save him are just words. In fact, I have long felt that he will become a sinner just like the painting he gave him, and harm the Tianyun Sect. His disciple, so he placed him on Qingyun Peak and looked after him under his own eyes.

Although this is a little better than killing him directly, it is only a little bit.

It was Qin Lang's first time to be a master, and of course he could not be as close as other masters because of his indifferent temperament, but Lang Qianxing's situation was special, and Qin Lang had to consider his ideas and make a new plan.

Thinking like this, Qin Lang put away all the rough stones on the table, walked to the small desk with a qin on the side, sat down, and stroked the strings with both hands, "You can hear this song clearly, go back and practice hard, seven days later. Play it to me."

With a smile of success hidden in Lang Qianxing's eyes, he replied, "Yes."

Since Lang Qianxing said that he couldn't calm down because of cultivation, Qin Lang played him a song that could calm his mind.

The long hair that had been draped over his shoulders because he had been bathed was now gently pressing against Qin Lang's ear.

Lang Qianxing stared at him quietly, he could feel the gentleness of this piece, even though the person playing it seemed so indifferent.

He thought that Yun Jue was probably different from Yun Hua.

Yunhua is always smiling, everyone thinks he is the most easy-going and gentle, but they can't see the evil behind his smile. Yun Jue never laughed in the eyes of the people of Tianyun Sect. Everyone thought that he was not easy to get along with. However, after hearing his dissatisfaction, he could take into account his feelings and give him the answers he wanted with actions.

Tolerance, Lang Qianxing vaguely realized Qin Lang's attitude towards him.

[Ding, Lang Qianxing - favorability +10, current favorability -10. ]

Or maybe this is just the effect of Qin Lang's piano sound, but Lang Qianxing put away his previous disdain and ridicule, listened carefully, and took note of each melody.

Qin Lang put his hands flat on the strings, the song was over, he stood up, looked at Lang Qianxing and said, "Did you hear clearly?"

Lang Qianxing thought for a while and then nodded.

"Then go back." Qin Lang turned around and walked towards the desk again, apparently to continue picking stones.

Lang Qianxing stood still and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Qin Lang glanced at him, took out the materials from the storage ring and put them on the case again, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Lang Qianxing licked his lips, "Master, can I come to you every night from now on? Master, preach and teach careers to solve puzzles. Master needs to refine tools during the day, so I will come to Master to repair at every hour. habit."

Afraid that Qin Lang would not agree, he even boldly reminded Qin Lang how to be his master.

Qin Lang was slightly annoyed, and threw him out of the yard with a wave of his sleeves, and sent him a cold voice from a distance: "You have to make an inch."

Lang Qianxing got up from the ground, patted the grass debris on his clothes, bowed his hands in Yun Jue's direction, and then returned to his room.

There was a smile on his face along the way. After all, the master only said that he was "making an inch", but he didn't say no.

Qin Lang wanted to say that his husband's comprehension ability was really 100%.

So, on the second night, Lang Qianxing really came to Qin Lang's door again at Chen Shi.

Qin Lang added another kind of stone today, and came back from the Lingquan bath a little later. Seeing Lang Qianxing standing in the yard waiting for him, he just glanced at him and didn't let him go.

Seeing that Qin Lang didn't mean to drive him away, Lang Qianxing followed him and followed Qin Lang into the room one after the other.

"Master..." Lang Qianxing shouted softly after entering the room.

This reminded Qin Lang of the little fox in the previous world. If Lang Qianxing also had ears now, the ears that stood up would look drooping down, and he was very aggrieved.

It's like a student who "I want to go to class, but the teacher doesn't teach me".

Qin Lang stared at him for a while, "Come and grind ink for me."

Still soft-hearted.

Qin Lang looked at Lang Qianxing's happy approach, as if he saw a wolf with a big tail. Well, in this world, his husband is not a cute little fox, but a wolf full of bad water.

"What did the master write?" Lang Qianxing rubbed his ink and watched Qin Lang write.

"About smelting." Qin Lang explained briefly, never saying that the sword he usually forged in the Sword Casting Hall was for Lang Qianxing.

Then the master and the apprentice were speechless. Although Lang Qianxing was thinking of staying with Qin Lang every night, he would not really disturb Qin Lang's work, and thus really annoy him.

When Qin Lang finished writing, he realized that Lang Qianxing had been staring at him intently.

He staggered his gaze, probably because he was not used to Lang Qianxing looking at him so intently, "What are you looking at me for?"

Lang Qianxing still locked his eyes on Qin Lang's face, and his tone was a little light: "Look at the good-looking Shizun. Shizun is the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

Yo, boy, you're pretty good at saying this earthy love story.

Although Yun Jue would be watched by many disciples every time he appeared in Tianyun Sect, those disciples mostly looked at him secretly and dared not look directly at him.

Even Yun Hua, who adores him, sees him as very tactful and reserved. He was caught off guard by Lang Qianxing's straight eyes, and even slapped his face in a slightly teasing way regardless of respect, which made him a little ashamed for a while who had never been in love.

As a result, Qin Lang waved his sleeves again and drove Lang Qianxing out of the yard again, this time without giving Lang Qianxing a word.

Lang Qianxing got up from the ground and made a "hiss". The fall hurt a little more than yesterday, but he was not injured. It can be seen that his master was indeed tolerant towards him.

Thinking of the appearance of Qin Lang's ear lobes that had been hidden under his hair just now, when the ear lobes were slightly red, Lang Qianxing felt unbearable. People who seem ruthless and disinterested are actually shy. Once such abstinence people become shy, they can really kill people.

Early in the morning, as soon as Qin Lang stepped out of the yard, Lang Qianxing followed.

He seemed to know that he was wrong, and kept his head down behind Qin Lang, as if admitting his mistake.

Arriving outside the Sword Casting Hall, Qin Lang paused as he was about to open the hall door, "Go and practice Fu Zhuan with Zhong Yibo."

Lang Qianxing quit: "Master, I want to see your weapon refining."

Qin Lang wanted to refuse, but when he remembered what happened last night, he said, "Then come in."

"Thank you, Shizun." Lang Qianxing looked up at Qin Lang's back. He knew that he annoyed Qin Lang last night, so how could he calm down if he didn't punish him?

He didn't want to be able to go to Master's room at night in the future.