Comprehensive film and television: Female supporting role counterattack plan

"A-Li?" Jiang Fengmian was so surprised when he saw his daughter, who rarely showed up at the weapon refining elder's place, appearing here. He could not hide the surprise in his eyes.

But the surprise soon faded away, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zimu was full of kindness.

"Father, Mother." Zi Mu bowed obediently. His eyes, which usually looked cold, now curved towards his adoptive parents. They seemed a lot more lively, as if they contained stars, shining brightly.

Yu Ziyuan raised her delicate chin slightly, looked at Zimu with a little doubt but a smile, and asked: "A Li, you rarely pay attention to these things on weekdays, why did you suddenly come to the weapon refiner today?"

Zimu blinked, and his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. "Well, Ah Ying and Ah Cheng are probably about to form a pill. After forming a pill, they will have a formal sword. I came to the elder to see if there are enough materials."

Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan both knew that their daughters were capable of refining weapons. After all, the spiritual sword that was refined by the Weapon Refining Hall at Lotus Pier after Zimu reached Dan Formation had been despised by him for a long time.

The sword she uses now was also "refined" by Zimu himself.

As for whether Zimu can refine weapons...

Of course she can. In her previous small world, she was married to a weapon-making god for hundreds of thousands of years. She was taught by that man step by step. How could she not know?

Jiang Fengmian nodded slightly, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Ah Li, I am very pleased that you care so much about Ah Ying and Ah Cheng."

"Father, don't be too pleased yet. The grade of these black iron materials is too low. They are enough to refine ordinary high-grade spiritual swords, but they are not as good as the one my daughter uses. Father, don't you have any private collection?"

Yu Ziyuan watched Jiang Fengmian's expression change several times when he was disliked by his daughter, and she almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Ah Li, a top-grade spiritual sword is already hard to come by."

Zimu probably understood what his cheap mother meant, which was to ask him to save some face for his cheap father.

Zimu selected some refined iron and black iron and put them into the storage bag. Then he turned to Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan and said, "Father and mother, I plan to go out in the next two days to see if I can find some better materials for refining equipment."

Yu Ziyuan nodded: "Okay, do you want to talk to those two guys first?"

"Before I leave, I will tell them that Dad and Mom are busy now, and I am leaving now."

Jiang Fengmian looked at his daughter's departing back and said unwillingly, "Third Madam, was Ah Li disliking me just now?"

"Yes."

"Ok?"

"Yes, Ali dislikes you very much."

Yu Ziyuan recalled that after her daughter reached Dan-formation at the age of eight, Jiang Fengmian excitedly held the spirit sword he had made himself and presented it to her daughter, waiting for her to admire him.

As a result, the image of him almost becoming autistic due to the shock of his daughter's words appeared in Yu Ziyuan's mind again.

"..."

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"Senior Sister, Senior Sister!" A head with a red hairband and a ponytail suddenly appeared outside the window.

"Please keep your voice down. Mother has warned us many times not to come to Sister's yard. Do you want to call Mother over to beat us?"

Jiang Cheng, who looked like a little adult, also squeezed into the field of vision and called out pitifully, "Sister..."

"Ah Xian, Ah Cheng?" Zi Mu put down the book in his hand, walked to the window and poked the two little heads: "Why don't you come in?"

Although my two younger brothers rarely enter my bedroom, they have come here before.

"Mother doesn't allow us to come to see Sister. She said that we are grown up naughty boys and can't enter Sister's boudoir anymore." Jiang Cheng's delicate face wrinkled into a ball, with a look of grievance unconsciously.

"Yeah, yeah, Senior Sister Aunt Jiang is right about that."

Wei Ying nodded obediently, which was rare for him, and then continued, “Aunt Jiang also said that if the two of us don’t obey, we won’t be able to marry a beautiful Taoist partner in the future.”

Zimu: Well, it’s true that neither of you got married, you two are worthless.

"Sister, you've only been back for a few days this time, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Sister, can't you stay a little longer?"

Although little Wei Ying and little Jiang Cheng had to be trained by Zimu every day as long as he was in the Lotus Pier, they had long been accustomed to it.

Especially when they found out that they were stronger than others, the two little guys accepted their fate.

"You two are almost at the stage of forming a pill. This time I will go out and see if I can find some better materials to refine spirit swords for you."

"Is it like my sister's Nanming sword?"

Little Jiang Cheng’s words made Wei Ying’s eyes brighten.

When Zi Mu's sword is not in use, it can be stored in the Dan Mansion. At other times, he can use his own spiritual power to nourish the sword. Even Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang's spiritual swords cannot do this.

"Yes, so you have to be good and obedient at home during this period, understand?"

The two brothers who were about to get the treasure were very well behaved at this moment: "Got it."

"Ah Ying, you are the eldest brother, you should lead your fellow brothers and sisters to practice well, and Ah Cheng too."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll listen to you, sister."

"I will listen to you, too."

"Come in, I have some food here, do you want some?"

"want"

Zimu found it very interesting to see his two younger brothers fighting over the last piece of dessert, as these were specially made by Zimu for them.

But Zimu found it very interesting to see them playing and fighting.

"Tell me, is there anything else you want to talk to me about?"

"No, it's just that Wei Ying and I miss our elder sister."

At this point, Jiang Cheng pouted even more. A-niang said that he didn't care at all that he couldn't marry a beautiful Taoist partner.

Jiang Fengmian was busy with sect affairs and had no time, while Yu Ziyuan had always been impatient and would start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

Not to mention Wei Ying, even if Jiang Cheng made her angry, he would be beaten up.

In addition, Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng are now at an age where everyone hates them, so they can forget about expecting Yu Ziyuan to take good care of them. It’s already a matter of blood relationship and old friendship that she doesn’t beat them to death.

Although Zimu was very strict with them, he would also listen to their troubles in a gentle voice, play with them, and teach them how to deal with things step by step without getting tired of it.

"Okay, practice well, and when you two have formed the golden elixir, I will take you out for night hunting."

“Sister, here’s a gift for you.” Wei Ying took out a small ball with exquisite workmanship and placed it in Zi Mu’s hand: “I saved up two months’ salary to buy this.”

"Thank you, Aying." Looking at Wei Ying's smiling peach blossom eyes, Zimu sighed. It was not without reason that Xianxian was popular among female cultivators.

In particular, he liked to study talismans and refining equipment, and his monthly salary was often spent before the end of the month.

It is already very rare to be able to save money to buy yourself gifts.

Jiang Cheng seemed to be betrayed by his good brother, and asked in surprise: "Why didn't you tell me that you bought a gift for my sister?"

"Do I need to be reminded of this? Junior sister, you are not sincere."

"Wei Ying, prepare to die."

Jiang Cheng chased Wei Ying out the door, leaving Zimu laughing helplessly.