The Magical Blacksmith

Lingtai Town is a market town formed by cultivators. Zhang Ye stood at the door of a blacksmith shop in the town, thinking long and hard. This was the only thought left to him by his parents.

Zhang Ye's parents were small casual cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining, and had no hope of success, so they opened a blacksmith's shop in Lingtai Town. Although they were not very rich, their skills were enough to support their family.

Before Zhang Ye was ten years old, he practiced under the guidance of his parents, and he would also work in the blacksmith shop when he was free. Because he had no talent for cultivation, his parents thought, instead of letting him suffer in Lingtai Town, it would be better to send him to Be a rich young master in Mortal Realm.

In this way, Zhang Ye lived in the Mortal Realm without worrying about food and clothing until he was twenty years old. During festivals, his parents would come to the Mortal Realm to reunite with Zhang Ye.

During the Spring Festival last year, Zhang Ye waited with great anticipation for his parents to go home for a reunion. Unexpectedly, only a death notice arrived. It turned out that there was a great battle between cultivators in the eastern and northern regions of the spirit world. His parents were called into the army and became craftsmen accompanying the army. They never wanted to be attacked by the enemy. Not only Zhang Ye's parents, but also the craftsmen in the entire eastern region were killed and injured...

Zhang Ye was distraught, and spent all his wealth in the mortal world, and finally asked a cultivator, took him to Lingtai Town, and returned to the blacksmith shop where he had countless memories with his parents.

Zhang Ye sighed, took out the spare key, opened the door and entered.

Stove, anvil, quenching pool... Zhang Ye recalled every detail of living here with his parents. Although he had already accepted the result of his parents' death in battle, his eyes were still filled with tears.

Gradually, Zhang Ye became angry again. He hated the cultivators in the Northern Territory for killing his parents, and even more hated himself for not being able to take revenge. Zhang Ye grabbed the hammer and hit the anvil hard, with a sound like thunder, in order to vent his anger.

Just when Zhang Ye was so tired that he was sweating profusely, a voice sounded in his mind.

"Ding dong, the forging system has been successfully implanted, and the status of the host is being detected..."

"The host properties are as follows:

Name: Zhang Ye

Cultivation: mortal

Forging Level: 1

Forging skills: none

Experience Points: 0/100

"

...

"System?" Zhang Ye was stunned and muttered to himself.

"I am the host!"

Zhang Ye was taken aback. If he thought he was hallucinating before, now he really heard the answer in his mind, which made him a little astonished. He thought that he was insane due to excessive sadness, otherwise why would there be someone talking in his mind?

"The host doesn't have to worry about his mental state, this system really exists!"

"The full name of this system is Forging System, which aims to help the host gradually grow into the God of Forging..."

"The current blacksmith shop is being remodeled. After the remodeling is completed, novice rewards will be issued soon, and the forging skill will be obtained——Flying Sword Repair (low-grade magic weapon)..."

A series of prompts made Zhang Ye gradually understand the forging system, and he obtained a flying sword repair skill out of thin air, as proficient as a master who has been working for decades, which made him overjoyed, that is to say, He can inherit his parents' business, and he is more likely to develop the blacksmith shop!

Zhang Ye also discovered that everything in the blacksmith shop has been systematically transformed. For example, the fire in the furnace has become red, yellow and blue; there are many mysterious lines on the hammer; liquid; the anvil is as black as ink, but there are many shining particles on it, just like the starry sky at night...

"System, can you introduce these things?" Zhang Ye had only been in the cultivation world for ten years, so how could he recognize these things, so he asked aloud.

"The fire in the melting furnace is the three-flavored real fire, which is eternal and can melt everything in the world; the hammer is a Taoist tool left by the ancient thunder god; the water in the quenching pool is melted by Nuwa's five-color divine stone; The anvil is made of star iron that melted hundreds of thousands of stars..."

Zhang Ye was shocked. Although he didn't know the value of other things, but as the son of a blacksmith, he had heard of Dao weapons, which were the top weapons sought after by practitioners all over the world! Using a Taoist tool to forge iron, if other cultivators know about it, Zhang Ye will definitely become the public enemy of the whole people in the cultivation world just because of the desecration of the Taoist tool!

After being stunned for a long time, Zhang Ye swallowed, and tried to ask: "System, can I use a hammer to fight?" Just kidding, even if you have no cultivation, throwing a Taoist weapon can kill everyone powerful.

"All the props provided by this system are prohibited from being used for other purposes." The system said coldly, "But if the forging level of the host reaches a certain level, he has the right to change the rules."

Zhang Ye's face was full of pain, but he was a little relieved when he heard the following words. As long as he worked hard, one day, even a mortal himself would be able to smash the Yuanying Patriarch with a hammer!

"Ding Dong, I have received a novice task. Please repair ten flying swords of the low-grade magic weapon level for the customer within three days. The task reward——Flying sword refining (low-grade magic weapon), the cultivation base will be raised by one level!"

Zhang Ye's spirit is great. After completing the novice task, not only can he obtain a new forging skill, but also improve his cultivation level? You know, Zhang Ye has no cultivation roots at all, even his parents have given up on him, and only let him be a rich young master in the mortal world. Now, the forging system can directly improve his cultivation, and it is also possible for Zhang Ye to avenge his parents.

However, the system's prompt immediately poured cold water on Zhang Ye: "As the future god of blacksmithing, you are not allowed to lower your status to solicit customers. You will be charged 100 low-grade spirit stones for each transaction."

The most basic unit of currency in the cultivation world is jade. A hundred pieces of jade are equal to one low-grade spirit stone. Zhang Ye was stunned. One hundred pieces of low-grade spirit stones could buy a good low-grade flying sword. Who would want that? Fix it? Zhang Ye asked: "System, you also said that I am the god of forging in the future, but not now, can you give the customer a little discount?"

"No." The system didn't say why, and simply and rudely rejected Zhang Ye's request. Zhang Ye had no choice but to accept the system's arrangement with a sigh.

Zhang Ye thought that the task time was only three days. Although it would take less than half an hour to repair a flying sword, he is not well-known now, and the fees are extremely expensive. Is it only a fool to patronize?

Zhang Ye finally decided that it would be better sooner rather than later, to open the door for business first and see the effect.

Just as Zhang Ye opened the door, he was about to hang up the "iron" flag. His parents' blacksmith shop did not have a name. According to the rules, hanging the flag meant it was open.

At this time, several outer disciples of Lingtai Sect came over aggressively, the leader had a mole on his face, and waved his hand: "Seal this shop!"

"Yes!" The outer disciple immediately took out the seal and was about to seal the shop. Zhang Ye was a little confused, and hurried forward to stop him: "Several immortal masters, why did you seal my shop?"

"You said it's your shop? That's just right. Hurry up and hand over the three months' rent in arrears, a total of thirty low-grade spirit stones, or I'll close your shop!" Brother Mo Zi put his hands behind his back, Said with his nostrils upturned.

Lingtai Town is a market town under the jurisdiction of the Lingtai Sect of Xianmen. If you do business in the town, you have to pay rent to the Lingtai Sect. This is the rule.

Because his parents passed away a few months ago, and the shop was left unattended, the rent was naturally in arrears. Zhang Ye wanted to pay the rent, but he touched his bosom, only a few taels of silver from the mortal world. Jade or Lingshi, gold and silver are worthless.

In order to keep his parents' shop, Zhang Ye had no choice but to say: "This fairy teacher, can you give me a few days, and I will definitely pay the rent later."

"I don't have the money to talk fart, come here, seal the shop for me!" Brother Mozi rolled his eyes and ordered immediately.

"Hey, Master Immortal, can you speak a little bit..." Zhang Ye, who has been in the mortal world for ten years and is well-versed in the world, heard Brother Yanzi's intention to ask for bribes, and tentatively said, "You come to collect the rent in three days, and I will pay you five more." A piece of low-grade spirit stone, just take the tea money from the immortal master for another trip!"

Money can turn ghosts around, but rent collection is postponed for three days. For an outer disciple whose monthly salary is only three low-grade spirit stones, five spirit stones is more than enough to bribe.

"What do you mean, you want to buy me with five low-grade spirit stones?" Brother Mozi said righteously, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword, as if he had been greatly humiliated.

Zhang Ye frowned. As a mortal, even if Brother Mozi was only an outer disciple of Lingtai Sect, he would not be able to deal with it. Just when Zhang Ye was thinking about what went wrong, Brother Mozi suddenly smiled at him: "What? Ten low-grade spirit stones, then it's settled."

Zhang Ye was stunned, what the hell, he didn't say anything! But then he realized that Brother Mo Zi felt that the benefits were too small.

Zhang Ye is confident in his craftsmanship. As long as he can open his business, there is no difference between five low-grade spirit stones and ten low-grade spirit stones. He nodded and said, "Yes, ten low-grade spirit stones!"

Brother Mo Zi felt that Zhang Ye was on the right track, so he closed the team with a smile on his face. Before leaving, he whispered a threat to Zhang Ye: "If I don't get the spirit stone after three days, don't blame me for taking your life."

Looking at the disciples of Lingtai Sect who left, Zhang Ye was thoughtful. All the poor people in the world yearn for the life of a cultivator, but in fact, the spirit world is the cruelest and most vulnerable place! If you want not to be bullied, you have to be better than others!

Zhang Ye hoisted the 'iron' flag high, this was his first journey in the spiritual world!

Several outer disciples of the Lingtai Sect were walking in the street, and one of them asked: "Boss, that guy looked like a mortal just now, how could he get dozens of low-grade spirit stones in three days?"

Brother Mo smiled: "You think I didn't see that he is a mortal? It doesn't matter if he steals or robs, if he pays the rent within three days, I earn ten spirit stones. If he doesn't pay, I can justifiably kill a person." , I earn it no matter what!"

"Boss is wise!" Yi Piao's subordinates quickly flattered him.

Just as a few people were ostentatiously passing through the market, Brother Mo Zi suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of inner disciples in blue clothes, and immediately trotted over, saying flatteringly: "Senior Brother and Sister, I don't know what wind brought you here? Is there anything I can do for you?" of?"

In the Lingtai sect, outer disciples wear green clothes, inner disciples wear blue clothes, and true disciples wear purple clothes. The hierarchy is strict, so Brother Mozi behaves submissively.

There are two inner disciples in blue clothes, a man and a woman. The man is handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his name is Dugu Ce; the woman is petite and graceful, and her name is Han Linger.

Dugu Ce looked at Brother Mozi in front of him, with a touch of disdain in his eyes: "You are the outer disciples in charge of Lingtai Town? It just so happens that my junior sister's flying sword is damaged, and you can introduce me to a blacksmith who can repair the flying sword shop."