The Magical Blacksmith

　　 A Hua was soft and hard, and after a long time, Zhang Ye only accepted the bone knife reluctantly.

　　 Ahua breathed a sigh of relief, looking forward to: "Then Zhang Ye, can you forge me into a Taoist implement now?"

　　 "Why should I forge you into a Taoist implement?" Zhang Ye pretended to be surprised.

　　 Ahua said angrily: "You obviously promised me."

　　 "You still have to say that you have a face?" Zhang Ye snorted coldly, "You ruined the enchantment of the gods, and you dare to eat me, wait for you to make up for your mistakes, and then talk about the Taoism!"

　　 Ahua also understood that there is no free lunch under the sun, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "How to make up?"

　　 "Deal with crimes and meritorious service!" Not only because Ahua did make a big mistake, but also because Zhang Ye didn't know how to forge Taoism at all, so I gave a promise first to stabilize Ahua.

　　 "Okay, I must behave well." Under the eaves, the person had to bow his head. In this way, Ah Hua got on Zhang Ye's thief boat.

　　……

　　 At night, Zhang Ye lay in bed tossing and awake, and asked: "A Hua, by the way, who built this magical barrier?"

　　 "The Tiangong clan." Ahua hesitated for a moment, "Back then, when the Shangxuan Taoist of Xuanji Pavilion killed me, he asked the Tiangong clan to make me a king."

　　 "Perhaps, the royal tools forged by real dragons are rare, so the Tiangong clan bought me and sealed me in the enchantment of the gods..." Speaking of this, Ahua hated the sky.

　　 Tiangong clan? Zhang Ye seems to have heard of it somewhere, um, the elder blindly broke the forging technique of Heavenly Craftsmanship, could it be that he was right?

　　 Zhang Ye comforted: "If you want to start something, if you don't forge you into a royal weapon and save it, where can you get revenge?"

　　 "Humph!" Ahua was noncommittal.

　　 "By the way, the Tiangong clan, what is the purpose of building the magical barrier?" This is the most curious thing about Zhang Ye. There are so many magic weapons in the magical barrier, and the money is too much to burn?

　　 "I don't know." Ahua is also very puzzled.

　　 While chatting, Zhang Ye gradually fell asleep, and a certain valley in the middle field exploded.

　　 "Elder, in the Great Wilderness of the Eastern Territory, a soldier is born!" A three-foot-tall short fat man ran into the hall to report.

　　 "The Great Wilderness of the Eastern Region?" The elder was also a short and squat less than three feet, and his expression was shocked when he heard the news, "Send someone to pick it up, don't die like last time!"

　　 "Yes!" Humpty Dumpty took the order and was about to make arrangements. Another Humpty Dumpty broke into the hall: "Elder, it's not good, the magical enchantment of the Great Wilderness of the East has collapsed..."

　　 "Fuck, the soldier is dead again?" The fat elder looked dumbfounded.

　　 "The enchantment beads are all destroyed, and the soldier is unlikely to survive."

　　 The fat elder sighed, but he was a little unwilling: "Zhao Tiezhu, you take someone to the Eastern Region to check it out. You have to see people alive, and a corpse if you die!"

　　 "Yes!" The chunky chubby rolled away.

　　……

　　 Lingtai Town, it rained in the second half of the night, and there was a thunderstorm. Zhang Ye woke up from his dream and was about to fall asleep in a different posture. Only a female ghost with disheveled hair standing on the bedside!

　　 "Ah, ghost!" Zhang Ye was taken aback, then calmed down and found that it was Xiao En.

　　 "Why don't you sleep at night?" Zhang Ye had a lingering fear, even if he was a monk, he couldn't stand such a scare.

　　 Xiaoen's tears were falling, and there was another thunder. She covered her ears, got into Zhang Ye's quilt, and shivered while holding Zhang Ye.

　　 Xiaoen has always been afraid of thunder, so he ran to Zhang Ye's room without sleeping in the middle of the night.

　　 "Xiao En obediently go back to bed, what is there to be afraid of thunder." Zhang Ye comforted.

　　 "No!" Xiao En arched into Zhang Ye's arms again, not letting go.

　　 Zhang Ye was helpless, thinking of something, and patted the bone knife on the head of the bed: "Go and disperse the thundercloud."

　　 A Hua was also resting, and yawned: "Why do you want me to go?"

　　 "Don't you want to commit crimes and make meritorious service?" Zhang Ye scolded.

　　 Bone Knife was a little reluctant, but he still flew up and rushed into the sky, dispelling the thundercloud.

　　 "Okay, no thunder, go back to sleep." Zhang Ye coaxed Xiao En.

　　 Xiaoen pricked her ears and listened carefully. It seemed that there was no thunder, but she held Zhang Ye with a firm expression: "I want to sleep with Zhang Ye, otherwise I will get thunder again as soon as I leave."

　　 "What the **** is sleeping with me? Do you know whether men and women teach or accept kisses?" Zhang Ye said patiently.

　　 "Don't lie to me, my parents are dear." Xiao En was not convinced.

　　 "Your parents can kiss, because they are husband and wife." Even if Xiaoen has amnesia, EQ shouldn't be so low, right? Zhang Ye explained the difference between men and women with heartfelt words.

　　 Xiaoen grinned, and finally sat up from the bed, Zhang Ye was relieved, thinking she was going to leave at last, never thought that Xiaoen slapped Zhang Ye's face with lightning speed.

　　 "Ah, what are you doing?" Zhang Ye looked shocked.

　　 Xiao En smiled triumphantly, got into the bed with joy, and tied Zhang Ye firmly: "We kissed just now, we are now husband and wife!"

　　 Huh... Shit, can you still understand this way? Zhang Ye pulled Xiaoen a little bit. This Nizi refused to let go. Zhang Ye said angrily: "If you do this again, believe it or not, I'm angry?"

　　 "Woo, we all have skin relatives, you have to push me away, I want to tell sister Linger..." Xiao En wowed and cried.

　　 "Hey, you..." Zhang Ye was speechless, skin kin was not used like this, he felt guilty for a while, and said helplessly: "Okay, if you want to go to bed, go to sleep, don't give a short report to Ling'er!"

　　 "Of course!" Xiao En broke into a smile, arched into Zhang Ye's arms again, looked at ease, and fell asleep after a while.

　　 "Chao Qin Muchu, next work!" A Hua returned from the sky, seeing this scene, Shennian angrily scolded.

　　 "I..." Zhang Ye wanted to cry without tears, what kind of evil this has done.

　　 Zhang Ye stayed up all night, and no one could sleep with a peerless girl in his arms. Okay, plus he was afraid that he would do something that shouldn’t be done when he fell asleep, so he didn’t dare to close his eyes all night.

　　 The next day, Xiao En woke up early and fell asleep with a good night's sleep. Seeing Zhang Ye's bloodshot eyes, he said in amazement: "Zhang Ye, did you go there at night?"

　　 Zhang Yebai gave Xiao En a glance: "Hurry up and get out, I want to sleep."

　　 Zhang Ye drove Xiao En away, yawned, and was about to sleep. However, at this moment, crackling firecrackers sounded outside the forge, and Zhang Ye roared and walked outside with a kitchen knife.

Opposite the blacksmith shop, a new store opened this morning. Yin Wenbin was standing at the door, full of energy, and saw a lot of people join in the fun. He immediately clasped his fists and said: "In the next, Yin Wenbin, a disciple of Tianbing Pavilion, and my junior sister came to Lingtai Town, a treasured land, and founded Jiye, I hope the neighbors in the neighborhood will take care of me."

　　 Hearing the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, the casual cultivators immediately discussed: "That's the first-rate sect of the Eastern Region!"

　　 "Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion would come to our Lingtai Town. What a blessing!"

　　 Hearing the praise of the casual practitioners, Yin Wenbin was very proud, holding his fists in return.

　　A casual cultivator asked: "I don't know what you want to manage when opening a store?"

　　 "Forging magic weapons!" Yin Wenbin glanced sideways at the forge that hadn't opened yet, and said bullishly.

　　 "Okay!" Although the casual cultivators had already guessed it, they still applauded and cheered. Now Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop is dominated by a family that is too expensive. If Yin Wenbin can break the monopoly, the monks will be happy.

　　 And they guessed that Yin Wenbin chose the address of the shop on the opposite side of the forge, stating that he was going to face Zhang Ye.

　　 At this time, Zhang Ye opened the door with a kitchen knife, and was stunned when he saw Yin Wenbin on the opposite side: "Is it you?"

　　 "Boss Zhang, I haven't seen you in a few days, don't come here unharmed?" Yin Wenbin arched his hands provocatively.

　　 Zhang Ye saw the shop opposite, he already understood Yin Wenbin's plan, and smiled: "Did your hands grow out?"

　　 Yin Wenbin's face stiffened, and the humiliation of the day seemed to be vividly remembered. He gritted his teeth and said: "Boss Zhang, Yin is walking with you now. If you rob your business in the future, please bear with me."

　　 "Oh? Boss Yin is coming fiercely, I don't know what kind of magic weapon is the main business?" Zhang Ye was curious, Yin Wenbin lost his sword in forging, and would definitely not choose forging sword.

　　The small casual practitioners present, they can't afford to spend here at Zhang Ye, so they have high hopes for Yin Wenbin: "Boss Yin, as long as the price is fair, no matter what kind of magic weapon, we will definitely take care of your business!"

　　 "Zhang Ye is too dark, you must save me like fire and water!"

　　Many Jindan monks were going to find Zhang Ye to forge their swords, but at this moment they also waited and watched. If Yin Wenbin's price is fair, try Yin Wenbin's. After all, there are still two brushes for the masters of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion to forge magic weapons.

　　 Yin Wenbin nodded in satisfaction, raised his head and said: "This shop is mainly engaged in forging knives and tools, and it is charged per time. Each shot is ten pieces of high-grade spirit stones!"

　　 Zhang Ye forged swords and Yin Wenbin forged swords. Since ancient times, the swords and swords are not compatible, and it can be seen that the two people are in the same situation.

　　 But this is not the point. The point is that Yin Wenbin also charges a fee per time like Zhang Ye, ten high-grade spirit stones each time?

　　 The little casual cultivators showed disappointment, and they came again as a black-hearted master. The Jindan monks were silent for a while, and walked towards Zhang Ye's forge without looking back.

　　 Yin Wenbin was puzzled: "Hey, what are you going to do? This seat is a master forge who can forge low-grade spirit swords!"

There is a Jindan Sanxiu who can't stand it~www.ltnovel.com~ scolded: "The inferior spirit weapon is a fart. Boss Zhang, forged the ultimate weapon, hangs and beats the inferior spirit knife made by the blood **** education culture! "

　　 The matter of the enchantment of the gods and soldiers is gradually spreading. This golden core is loosely cultivated, which is well-informed and learned in advance.

　　 The words "extreme artifacts" immediately aroused the interest of everyone, and asked them out. The Jindan was not hidden in the loose repair. It told about the battle between Zhang Ye and Yu culture to make treasures.

　　 The monks were horrified. They thought Zhang Ye would forge flying swords. The level was limited to top-grade magical weapons. I never thought that they could forge the best magical weapons. This is a magic weapon that only exists in the legend!

　　 The monks flocked to Zhang Ye: "I said that Boss Zhang was hidden, and he was able to forge the best magical weapons!"

　　 "Boss Zhang, I don't know when to start the business of the best instruments? How about the charges?"

Seeing Yin Wenbin's face turning blue and red, Zhang Ye felt comfortable, and he deserved you to make me sleep. Zhang Ye pointed to the sign and answered the monk's question: "The sign is very clearly written. The level of the magic weapon is 10 yuan. Lingshi."

"Unexpectedly, it can still be like this, boss Zhang, you cheated me!" An old customer showed a bitter face. A few days ago, he had a top-grade flying sword and a middle-grade flying sword. Because he was shy in his pocket, he could only refine one of them. Put.

Zhang Ye suggested that he refine the top-grade artifacts. The old patron calculated that the ghost knew what the top-grade artifacts would look like after refining, so he chose to refine the middle-grade artifacts, thinking that it was cost-effective, so he had two top-grade artifacts. Be complacent about your shrewdness.

　　 Now that I think about it, I feel so stupid. If I had listened to Zhang Ye’s suggestion at that time, I might have a superb magic weapon now. I regret that my intestines are green...