flstandardbreds Chapter 147 I can't
Chapter 147 I can't
It was seven days later that I returned to the forge. I heard that Mingdefeng had hired a talisman cultivator from elsewhere to improve the forge's strength several times. In addition, Mingdefeng had transferred an elder named Yu to manage the forge, and compensation had been sent to the family of Fengqi, the disciple who had died in the forge.
"Fortunately, I didn't follow Old Man Yu that day."
Yin Chuan was relieved about this, but after saying it, he couldn't help feeling sad for the other party.
"Old man Yu deserved to die, and of course Feng Qi died innocently." Yin Chuan began to list the various crimes of Old Man Yu and Yin Chuan.
"Five years ago, Old Man Yu gave me a sword penalty without my knowledge because I was lazy."
"Four years ago, Feng Qi deliberately built a good relationship with me, and then told Old Man Yu about the bad things I had done. Old Man Yu then punished me with a sword."
"Three years ago, Feng Qi and I had a falling out. Old Man Yu offered comfort on the surface, but he was actually the mastermind behind the scenes. He wanted us to be loyal to him and to prevent us from uniting as one, so he deliberately provoked us and pretended to be the good guy. Feng Qi and I made a plan, but Feng Qi and Old Man Yu exposed me that night. So Old Man Yu naturally gave me the sword."
"Two years ago..."
"a year ago……"
"Three months ago..."
Lin Qingyue threw the sword he had made into the wooden frame and sighed.
"Have you finished those sword fights?"
"Why do you want to finish it?" Yin Chuan asked her back, "I've already owed 500,000 swords so far. I can't finish it in this lifetime, so I might as well give up."
Lin Qingyue: "You are quite self-aware."
Yin Chuan: "Yes, it's because I don't work that Old Man Yu assigned me the job of managing people."
Lin Qingyue: "Is it because there is no hope of getting out that everything doesn't matter anymore?"
Yinchuan: ...
"Lin Qingyue, you did this on purpose, didn't you?" Yin Chuan threw all the swords in her wooden frames out and yelled, "Remake! Remake! Remake them all!"
Lin Qingyue said sincerely: "I'm sorry."
Yin Chuan: "It's no use saying sorry! It's too late!"
Lin Qingyue: "I'm really sorry."
Yin Chuan: "I already said it's useless!"
"Wait!" Lin Qingyue held down Yin Chuan's hand as he raised the sword and threw it into the furnace.
"It took me so long to finish this!"
Yin Chuan grinned, "Hahahaha - it's none of my business!"
Lin Qingyue: "I think I can still be saved."
"Have I made myself clear enough?" Yin Chuan jumped up and pointed at Lin Qingyue's face.
"Redo it for me! Redo it! Redo it—"
The voice gradually became quieter, and Yin Chuan looked at what was in Lin Qingyue's hand.
"what is this?"
"A little wooden sword."
Yin Chuan screamed: "How do you have a small wooden sword! Isn't that Meng Nianchun's natal sword?"
Lin Qingyue: "Oh! Who are we? I went to Yuexi Peak specifically to steal it for you."
The small wooden sword turned and pressed against Lin Qingyue's fingers intimately.
Unexpectedly, Yin Chuan directly arrested Lin Qingyue.
Yin Chuan: "No! Return the little wooden sword to Meng Nianchun!"
Lin Qingyue broke free from his hand and said, "What are you returning? I just borrowed it."
Yin Chuan looked at Lin Qingyue, and Lin Qingyue showed a filthy smile.
"You really don't want to try?"
Yin Chuan: "Okay, since you lent it to me."
Lin Qingyue secretly put the sword back into the wooden frame, then took out a bunch of things and started making ding-dong noises.
Yin Chuan took the small wooden sword but did not start using it. Instead, he spun it in his hand with a lack of interest.
Yin Chuan: "What are you doing?"
Lin Qingyue frantically began to assemble parts: "Technology cultivates immortality, expands productivity, and frees my hands."
[No wonder I was wondering why the host wanted to borrow Meng Nianchun's little wooden sword. It turns out he wanted to inspire Yin Chuan's determination to make progress.]
[Honestly, Chun Jiao is still the best. When the anchor went to borrow the sword, Meng Nianchun's first question was whether Chun Jiao agreed or not. He really made me cry. Sword cultivators are bound to swords for life, right?]
[Based on today's progress, the host can only complete a portion of the project. Some materials require specific properties and may need to be sourced elsewhere. I hope to keep the sword-forging robot as compact as possible while also balancing stability and versatility. It's a pity that I can't directly transfer the data model into your mind, which results in a lot of communication costs...]
It was seven days later that I returned to the forge. I heard that Mingdefeng had hired a talisman cultivator from elsewhere to improve the forge's strength several times. In addition, Mingdefeng had transferred an elder named Yu to manage the forge, and compensation had been sent to the family of Fengqi, the disciple who had died in the forge.
"Fortunately, I didn't follow Old Man Yu that day."
Yin Chuan was relieved about this, but after saying it, he couldn't help feeling sad for the other party.
"Old man Yu deserved to die, and of course Feng Qi died innocently." Yin Chuan began to list the various crimes of Old Man Yu and Yin Chuan.
"Five years ago, Old Man Yu gave me a sword penalty without my knowledge because I was lazy."
"Four years ago, Feng Qi deliberately built a good relationship with me, and then told Old Man Yu about the bad things I had done. Old Man Yu then punished me with a sword."
"Three years ago, Feng Qi and I had a falling out. Old Man Yu offered comfort on the surface, but he was actually the mastermind behind the scenes. He wanted us to be loyal to him and to prevent us from uniting as one, so he deliberately provoked us and pretended to be the good guy. Feng Qi and I made a plan, but Feng Qi and Old Man Yu exposed me that night. So Old Man Yu naturally gave me the sword."
"Two years ago..."
"a year ago……"
"Three months ago..."
Lin Qingyue threw the sword he had made into the wooden frame and sighed.
"Have you finished those sword fights?"
"Why do you want to finish it?" Yin Chuan asked her back, "I've already owed 500,000 swords so far. I can't finish it in this lifetime, so I might as well give up."
Lin Qingyue: "You are quite self-aware."
Yin Chuan: "Yes, it's because I don't work that Old Man Yu assigned me the job of managing people."
Lin Qingyue: "Is it because there is no hope of getting out that everything doesn't matter anymore?"
Yinchuan: ...
"Lin Qingyue, you did this on purpose, didn't you?" Yin Chuan threw all the swords in her wooden frames out and yelled, "Remake! Remake! Remake them all!"
Lin Qingyue said sincerely: "I'm sorry."
Yin Chuan: "It's no use saying sorry! It's too late!"
Lin Qingyue: "I'm really sorry."
Yin Chuan: "I already said it's useless!"
"Wait!" Lin Qingyue held down Yin Chuan's hand as he raised the sword and threw it into the furnace.
"It took me so long to finish this!"
Yin Chuan grinned, "Hahahaha - it's none of my business!"
Lin Qingyue: "I think I can still be saved."
"Have I made myself clear enough?" Yin Chuan jumped up and pointed at Lin Qingyue's face.
"Redo it for me! Redo it! Redo it—"
The voice gradually became quieter, and Yin Chuan looked at what was in Lin Qingyue's hand.
"what is this?"
"A little wooden sword."
Yin Chuan screamed: "How do you have a small wooden sword! Isn't that Meng Nianchun's natal sword?"
Lin Qingyue: "Oh! Who are we? I went to Yuexi Peak specifically to steal it for you."
The small wooden sword turned and pressed against Lin Qingyue's fingers intimately.
Unexpectedly, Yin Chuan directly arrested Lin Qingyue.
Yin Chuan: "No! Return the little wooden sword to Meng Nianchun!"
Lin Qingyue broke free from his hand and said, "What are you returning? I just borrowed it."
Yin Chuan looked at Lin Qingyue, and Lin Qingyue showed a filthy smile.
"You really don't want to try?"
Yin Chuan: "Okay, since you lent it to me."
Lin Qingyue secretly put the sword back into the wooden frame, then took out a bunch of things and started making ding-dong noises.
Yin Chuan took the small wooden sword but did not start using it. Instead, he spun it in his hand with a lack of interest.
Yin Chuan: "What are you doing?"
Lin Qingyue frantically began to assemble parts: "Technology cultivates immortality, expands productivity, and frees my hands."
[No wonder I was wondering why the host wanted to borrow Meng Nianchun's little wooden sword. It turns out he wanted to inspire Yin Chuan's determination to make progress.]
[Honestly, Chun Jiao is still the best. When the anchor went to borrow the sword, Meng Nianchun's first question was whether Chun Jiao agreed or not. He really made me cry. Sword cultivators are bound to swords for life, right?]
[Based on today's progress, the host can only complete a portion of the project. Some materials require specific properties and may need to be sourced elsewhere. I hope to keep the sword-forging robot as compact as possible while also balancing stability and versatility. It's a pity that I can't directly transfer the data model into your mind, which results in a lot of communication costs...]