The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng took Kong Mingfan's hand, rubbed his fingers to think carefully, and said casually: "Yes, yes, don't worry about it, let him suffer for a few days to grow his memory. There will be money soon, and I will kill you." Brother and sister-in-law have a piece of fat, are you happy?"

Kong Mingfan scratched his nose: "What bad idea are you thinking?"

"What kind of bad idea? Pindao is doing a big plan for the country, the people, and the people of the world..." Ding Baocheng wrinkled his nose dissatisfiedly and avoided his fingers: "I want to use this door to make alchemy, will you give it?"

Kong Mingfan said: "Bao'er wants to use it as soon as possible."

Ding Baocheng: "Don't worry, I will definitely not abuse it. First of all, you need to make alchemy to cure your illness. This door is actually made of golden bloodwood. I only discovered it recently. Because golden bloodwood is so rare, I have only seen it once in 300 years, so I didn’t expect it at first. Generally, this kind of fine wood has its own aura and is good at disguising. It is hidden very deep and you can’t see it if you open the sky. If it wasn’t kicked open today. If I see it with my heavenly eyes, I'm afraid it will take me a long time to discover this treasure."

Kong Mingfan said: "Perhaps the ancestors didn't know about it, but just bought this door unintentionally."

Ding Baocheng said: "The good wood chooses the owner. Since it has spiritual energy, I will turn it into a wooden man and give him a body. It will not be in vain for him to practice for so many years." He said and patted the door: "Little Monster, you can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and the leftovers can be given to the poor to make alchemy."

The wooden door seemed to be too lazy to hide after the secret was discovered, it turned into a golden blood color, and made a "cracking, chirping" sound, as if talking, and the door itself was still swaying like water waves where Ding Baocheng's fingers touched a depression.

"Shao Bibi, hurry in." Hearing this, Ding Baocheng frowned, raised his hand and put it in his Qiankun bag, turned his head and said to Kong Mingfan: "Husband, your family has become a master, do you consider changing the door? I will use the wood in the space." How about making you a new one?"

Kong Mingfan nodded, and touched his soft hair: "Okay, please listen to Madam. Did it say anything just now?"

"You mean giggling?"

"Crackling?"

Ding Baocheng smiled and patted the Qiankun bag hanging on his waist: "Yes! He told me that his nickname was Hejiji, which seemed a little unrefined, so he was renamed Hejiji."

Kong Mingfan: "..."

Ding Baocheng licked the corner of his mouth, looked at Kong Mingfan and asked tentatively, "I want to practice in the space, how about you?"

Kong Mingfan: "Go and read."

"Then it's the same when you go to the space to read books with me, and it's quieter inside. I'm making alchemy in the basement, and you read books on it, how about it? I promise not to disturb you." Ding Baocheng smiled and put his elbow on Kong Mingfan asked him over his shoulder.

Kong Mingfan thought for a while, "Yeah. Wait a minute, I'll get some books."

Ding Baocheng waited for Kong Mingfan to come back with a box of books in his hand, then opened the foundation building space, they entered the door, and Ding Baocheng flew to the edge of Linghu with Kong Mingfan.

Just as he was about to open the door of the heart space, he heard the sound of sleeping soundly. Kong Mingfan looked along the source of the sound, and saw a man in a blue shirt lying on his back among the rippling blue waves of the lake not far away.

There are also water marks on his clothes, which are integrated with the lake surface, if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.Kong Mingfan narrowed his eyes, his color changed.

"What's the matter? Come in with me." Ding Baocheng glanced through the door from the heartbeat space to Kong Ming, who was standing in the foundation space.

Kong Mingfan pointed to the man lying on the lake sleeping and said, "Why does he look like me?"

Ding Baocheng paused, scratched his hair, and said: "He is my soul, and there is a remnant soul of my master in his body, so you can also think that he is the incarnation of my master. As for why his face is like yours? Well... that's another story, it's a long story. Come on, come in."

"Bao'er can make a long story short." Kong Mingfan was pulled by Ding Baocheng's arm and entered the door, seeing his unconcealable panic, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing that he couldn't resist, Ding Baocheng had no choice but to squeak and tell the truth about the fact that Kong Mingfan yelled that he scored a god when he was shaping Lingpo, which caused Lingpo's face to be pinched wrongly.

They happened to arrive at the study room in the house, Kong Mingfan's face was slightly pleased when he heard the words, he put the book on the table and got up and leaned close to his ear, "Could it be that Bao'er has been pleasing to me since then?"

It wasn't from that time that it was love at first sight when I first saw you... Wuliang Tianzun!Pindao is really superficial, and after all, he can't escape being confused by this damned appearance in the world of mortals in Vientiane.

Ding Baocheng's face changed slightly as he thought about it, but of course he still insisted, "No."

Kong Mingfan narrowed his eyes: "When did Bao'er start to please me?"

Ding Baocheng was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him. He turned his face and pointed his delicate chin at him: "Hey, it's important to do business. You should read the book carefully."

Kong Mingfan grabbed his wrist and hugged his waist close to himself, whispering: "The things about you are the most important things to me."

Ding Baocheng thought of the snake demon the day before yesterday, and his old face blushed: "Could it be that you are poisonous and started to lose your temper again?"

Kong Mingfan's face froze: "Huh?"

Ding Baocheng took the opportunity to push him away, turned into a ray of light, and fled to the basement.

He sat upright beside the alchemy furnace, closed his eyes for a moment to calm his mind, then got up and walked to the sawing table, took the mahogany door out of the universe bag and put it on the table.

Seeing Ding Baocheng picking up the saw at the wooden door, Ding Baocheng was so frightened that he started chirping again, Ding Baocheng couldn't understand, so he guessed that the little wooden spirit was thanking him, and waved his hands with deep merit and fame: "You don't need to say thank you for your kindness. "

Thank you, my mother... the wood spirit squeaked even more.

Ding Baocheng sawed it into a rough shape, put down the saw and touched his chin to discuss with him: "Do you know the story of Pinocchio? I quite like the little wooden boy in it, or I will give it to you just like him." Being human? You will have a long nose, and when you tell a lie, your nose will become very long."

As he said that, Ding Baocheng picked up the inkstone and cinnabar pen and began to slap Fang Qiu on the crackling wood block, gesticulating on it with a rope from time to time.

Not long after he made the plan, Ding Baocheng started to pick up the small saw and saw the wood. If he could understand what the wood spirit said, the eighteen generations of his family's ancestors who would be scolded would crawl out of the ground.

I don't know how long it took, Ding Baocheng was enjoying it, and when he heard Kong Mingfan calling him softly outside the door, Ding Baocheng said: "It's all right, just wait for me, there is still time for a stick of incense, come out immediately."

Kong Mingfan let out a "huh", and then heard the soft sound of the chair, he should have sat down again and continued to read.

Ding Baocheng looked at the basically formed puppet on the table. He originally planned to make it into Pinocchio in Pinocchio.

However, he also felt that this piece of wood was spiritual, and he would not be happy to make it look like a foreign boy who would be out of place in the crowd, so Ding Baocheng thoughtfully made the wood into a Chinese boy.

The problem is that there was another mistake when pinching the face, because Kong Mingfan called him just now, which caused Ding Baocheng to shake his eyes a little too much, changing the face from a little boy to a little girl.

Ding Baocheng looked at the face of the puppet who was more inclined to his daughter's family than the male and female, and lightly coughed to comfort himself: "It's okay, it's okay, the eyes look better with bigger eyes. Otherwise..."

He looked at the puppet and it looked like a girl, but there was a lump of flesh under his crotch, which clearly showed that it was a boy...

Ding Baocheng fell into distress, not knowing whether to cut off the lump, he gestured at the crotch of the puppet with a knife for a long time.

The wood spirit was so frightened that it screamed, but unfortunately his mouth hadn't been cut open with a knife, so only the buzzing sound could be heard.

Ding Baocheng withdrew the butcher knife, and discussed with Xiao Mumu in a low voice: "The poor man has never seen a woman's private parts, so it's just that he can't carve...don't blame me."

The wood spirit, who was about to turn into a human, stared at Ding Baocheng, his eyes were as big as amber, shining with hatred.

Seeing that Ding Baocheng's scalp was numb, he scratched his hair: "It seems that I have to wash my hair again!"

The puppet is angry.

In the process of coloring the puppet, Ding Baocheng dripped blood into the paint, and using the blood as a guide to apply the paint can turn out the appearance of a human being, which looks no different from a normal person.

Ding Baocheng painted him quickly with a pen and ink, which looked very realistic, and a handsome figure jumped out on the table.

Ding Baocheng pulled out a piece of hair to make him long hair. He saw that his body was perfect, and the young man was slender and strong.

He admired his exquisite craftsmanship for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the little wooden man was looking at him with the eyes of a wretched uncle, with an incredulous expression on his face, and Ding Baocheng picked up a carving knife with a smile: "Look at me, what are you doing?" The one carved by me is my son, Dad managed to get you out, let's see if the son is okay?"

Mu Ling glared at Ding Baocheng who was slashing his face with a knife, sweating profusely from fright.

As soon as Ding Baocheng opened his mouth for him, he yelled away: "Help! Help! Molestation! Thief! Stay away from me!"

The corners of Ding Baocheng's mouth twitched, both relieved and sad. The child grew up and couldn't keep it anymore and dared to fight against Lao Tzu, saying: "Indecent? Dad brought you into this world after working so hard, and you treat me like this? Will you still treat me like this?" Waiting for you to give me old age."

Wood Spirit: "I'll see you die!"

Ding Baocheng: "..."

Although his son was not good, Ding Baocheng thought he was a good father, so he made a cloth for his wooden son and cast a spell on him: "Okay, come down quickly, my son, Dad will teach you how to walk."

"I can do it myself." Mu Ling jumped off the tool table and took two steps twistingly before falling to the ground.

When the sound of footsteps came, Ding Baocheng smiled and turned his head to see Kong Mingfan coming down from the long steps: "Mingfan? Why did you come down..."

"One stick of incense has passed," Kong Mingfan saw the young man who was lying on the ground standing up while supporting the table, raised his hand to hold Ding Baocheng in his arms with a cold face, and said, "Who is he?"

Ding Baocheng: "He is my son."

Mu Ling: "You are not my father!"

Kong Mingfan: "..."