"Isn't it just that I paid for this?" Changle said with a loss of laughter.

"That's the money for four bowls of noodles." Li Zhongyi said angrily.

"Tell me, what else is there? Apart from writing." Changle understood that Li Zhongyi would not come to him for no reason.

"You have seen my children and Xia Tian." Li Zhongyi said to Changle.

"See." Changle probably guessed what he wanted to do.

"You can accept him as a disciple." Li Zhongyi said seriously.

"Why don't you look for a master?" Changle asked curiously.

"I am already a student of the Master. How can my son become a teacher?" Li Zhongyi said with a smile. He could see that he was very proud to be a student of the Master.

"Yes. It seems that you have made a decision." Changle understood the meaning of letting him take the child as his disciple at this time.

"Yeah, I've decided." Li Qingshan paused when Li Zhongyi finished saying this.

Changle looked at Li Qingshan with a smile, and Li Qingshan, who was beside him, suddenly became wet. In the original work, he and Li Yu revised Li Zhongyi's will and asked Li Huiyuan to be the emperor.

When he heard Li Zhongyi's words just now, he couldn't help but have some messy thoughts, but Changle just glanced at him and felt that his snow mountain was punched hard.

The vice president's cultivation is becoming more and more terrifying.

Li Zhongyi seemed not to see what had just happened, and said with a smile, "Little Yuer has been a little too much recently. She actually wants to reach her into the army. It seems that I am a little too doting about her."

Hearing Li Zhongyi's words, Changle did not answer.

In Changle's opinion, this is a family matter, and it is difficult for him to participate in it. Seeing that Changle had no intention of answering, Li Zhongyi didn't say anything else.

"I'm going out for a while recently." Changle said to Li Zhongyi, "so I'm a little busy during this period."

"Where are you going?" Li Zhongyi asked curiously. "If it is inconvenient, forget it."

"I want to go to Zhishouguan to see their heavenly books." Changle said lightly.

When they heard Changle's words, the three of them were stunned.

"Can you say such a powerful thing so simply?" Li Zhongyi couldn't help but complain.

"What's the difficulty of this kind of thing? The master Chen was driven to the South China Sea by his master. Now there are only two or three kittens in the guard view." Changle looked at him seriously and said.

"Hey, if you forget you are not an ordinary person." Li Zhongyi was powerless to complain.

Changle shrugged and said with a smile, "I have to practice a sword before I can go over Zhishouguan."

"Are you going to destroy Zhishouguan?" Li Qingshan couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not." Changle smiled and shook his head.

Changle was preparing for the Master's departure. On that day, after the Master knew that he was the moon, he was not confused because he knew his future. Instead, he seemed to have some expectations for becoming the moon.

The Master can expect himself to transform into the moon, but Changle cannot.

He wanted to prepare for the Master's departure. He told Chen Pipi that he could kill the spectator, but he did not lie. However, the cost of killing the spectator was quite large for Changle.

So he now needs to make some preparations. Reading the Book of Heaven is to make breakthroughs and improve his strength, and making swords is to facilitate the killing of people.

Although Changle's strength can make everything a sword, or kill people without a sword in his hand, there is still a difference between having a sword or not when facing some top opponents.

After deciding with Li Zhongyi to accept his son as his disciple, Changle went back to the second floor of the academy directly.

When I heard that Changle was going to make a sword, the entire second floor of the academy was in full swing. Almost all of them had received the favor of Changle, so naturally they wanted to contribute their own strength in this matter.

"Vice Dean, this is my thousand-year-old cold iron." Lao Liu said to Changle. This cold iron cannot be refined with fire at all, and even Lao Liu's iron smelting hand cannot melt at all.

When casting Ning Que's knife, Lao Liu tried his best to get some iron powder and put it into the knife. The sharpness of the knife directly increased to a higher level.

Now that the vice president is making a sword, Lao Liu took out his best things directly. Of course, it seems that only the vice president can melt this piece of cold iron.

"What a big guy." Changle looked at the Han Tie in front of him and reached out to touch it. The cold air was about to seep into the bone marrow.

"Vice Dean, I have designed the runes on the sword." The fourth son Fan Yue said to Changle.

Originally, Changle didn't want to make these fancy things, but seeing that they were so kind, he agreed.

Jun Mo also put forward some constructive opinions on the appearance of the sword. Finally, Li slowly summarized the opinions of everyone, and appeared on the painting with a long sword that looked at the ancient one.

"Vice Dean, are you satisfied?" Everyone asked looking at Changle.

"It's very good, I'm very satisfied." Changle nodded with a smile.

So Lao Liu turned on the furnace the next day, but the most important thing was to melt the cold iron first. The task finally fell on Changle.

The Master came to watch it. When Lao Liu got this piece of cold iron, he found the Master, but after seeing such a big guy, he completely gave up the idea of ​​helping him melt.

The Master will never tell others, he will not be able to handle it himself.

"My friend, it's hard to melt such a big guy, and this big guy is so hot." The master kindly reminded.

"I'll try it first." Changle said after walking around Han Tie for a few times.

After he finished speaking, a flame ignited in his hand, and the flame changed from normal color to red, then black, and finally a scorching purple.

After the flame turned black, a barrier appeared around the Master to protect his students. Because the temperature of the black flame could already hurt everyone.

But when the flame turned purple, everyone in the barrier still felt a very hot feeling. If Changle had not controlled the power of the flame, Lao Liu's workshop would have completely melted.

After the flames jumped on Changle's hand for a while, he printed it on the cold iron. The cold iron became red, but it still had no intention of melting in the end.

All the heat was absorbed by the cold iron, and the Master removed the barrier and said with a smile, "I just said that this big guy is not that easy to refine because even I can't do it."

The Master stroked his beard gently, and he felt much more balanced when he saw Changle.

"Master, let the flames burn for a while." Changle said with a smile. He didn't mean to see the Master making a fool of himself, but who asked Master to draw a conclusion so early?

Sure enough, after Changle finished speaking, the cold iron began to turn red again.

"Does the iron flow into this?" Changle asked at Lao Liu.

"Yes." Lao Liu nodded.

Changle made a sword with his fingers and poked it gently at the cold iron.

The cold iron broke like an eggshell, and then the iron flowed out.
Chapter completed!