The Magical Blacksmith

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Zhang Ye put away the local sword and his cultivation level fell to the middle stage of Qi refining again.

Han Ling'er recovered from her surprise. Although she was curious, she didn't dare to ask any more questions. After all, Zhang Ye must have had his reasons for hiding his cultivation and Feijian's rank.

Finally, Han Ling'er looked at the two dead Ma brothers again, secretly thinking that if it weren't for Zhang Ye tonight, she would be in trouble, and sighed: "Zhang Ye, I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"Ha, just kill someone." Zhang Ye smiled consciously and freely, suddenly turned around and started to vomit.

This was Zhang Ye's first time to kill someone. When he killed Boss Ma before, he felt a little nauseous. He held back because of the tense situation. Once he relaxed, he just felt like his stomach was churning.

Han Ling'er couldn't help but laugh, and stretched out her hand to pat Zhang Ye's back: "The first time I carried out a mission to kill people, I felt uncomfortable for a long time, but as long as I think about it, these are the people who deserve to be killed, it's not so disgusting... …”

The world of cultivation is so cruel. If you don't kill others, others will kill you. You must learn to be strong. Of course, this is not because Zhang Ye is weak. Most people will feel nauseated when they see the bloody scene for the first time. After seeing it more often, they will get used to it.

After a while, Zhang Ye suddenly thought of something: "Wait for me."

Han Ling'er didn't understand what he meant, but saw Zhang Ye holding back the vomiting and touching the Qiankun bags of the two corpses. Zhang Ye made a sound of nausea again, and then said with a smile: "Loots, one for each person."

Han Ling'er was speechless for a while. She was indeed a man who loved money as much as his life. No matter how uncomfortable it was, he still wanted to get the Qiankun bag. But when he saw Zhang Ye wanted to give one to him, Han Ling'er shook his head: "You killed them all, I don't want it." .”

Zhang Ye thought for a while and said, "If you hadn't dragged Ma Laoer, I wouldn't have been able to kill the two of them by luck." Zhang Ye forced a Qiankun bag to Han Ling'er, and then said, "What, I I’m going back, goodbye.”

When Zhang Ye passed by Ma Laoer's body, he picked up the broken shield again. Although it was damaged, defensive magic weapons were extremely rare. He thought that if he learned the repair technology of shields in the future, he could sell it for a good price...

Watching Zhang Ye leave happily, Han Ling'er found that she couldn't see through him more and more...

However, Han Ling'er came to his senses immediately. People from the Blood God Sect had invaded at such a critical moment. They had to report to the sect immediately for a decision. He immediately put the two corpses into the Qiankun Bag and stood up with his sword.

The next day, Zhang Ye got up a little late, but still opened the business as usual. When he opened the door, he saw Han Ling'er again: "Fairy Han, why are you here again?"

With the meeting last night, the relationship between the two has taken a further step, and Han Ling'er also knows many of Zhang Ye's secrets, such as top-quality magic weapons and Zhang Ye's foundation-building cultivation.

Hearing Zhang Ye's question, Han Ling'er was still a little embarrassed: "There are too many broken flying swords in the warehouse. I brought three more today."

"Then thank you for taking care of my business." Zhang Ye extended his hand and said, "Here, I will help you repair it first."

Zhang Ye thought about it, the three flying swords would not delay much time, otherwise Han Ling'er would have to wait another day with his unwillingness to fight.

Han Ling'er waved her hands and said, "No, I came first and I will fix it later. It won't be a problem." But Han Ling'er felt a little happy because Zhang Ye took so much care of her.

At this time, several female monks who thought they were pretty were dissatisfied: "Boss Zhang, I have been waiting all morning, why should I let others jump in the queue?"

"I just have a flying sword. I'll leave as soon as I take care of it. I won't waste any time."

"Yes, we are not like some people who don't follow the rules for a day..."

Listening to the pointed cynicism of a group of female monks, Han Ling'er became thin-skinned and turned red. Just as she was about to explain something, Zhang Ye forcefully took the Qiankun bag from Han Ling'er's hand.

"What rules?" Zhang Ye then looked at the female monks, his face livid.

The female monks said reluctantly: "The rule is first come, first served."

"Isn't Boss Zhang the most principled person? How could he be like this? I have been worshiping you for so long in vain!"

"In my store, I am the rule. And my principle is that I have the final say." I am the boss, not working for you. I have the final say on who I want to do business with or who I don't want to do business with. , why should you be kidnapped by public opinion? If you are not satisfied, you can leave. I am worried that there are too many people...

Besides, Han Ling'er is Zhang Ye's only friend in the world of cultivation. If he doesn't give him this convenience, is he still considered a friend?

Zhang Ye retorted almost arrogantly and went to the backstage to refine his sword. A group of female monks were so angry that they gritted their teeth, but they still wanted to ask Zhang Ye for help, but they couldn't do anything.

As for the other monks, they looked at Han Ling'er meaningfully. When Zhang Ye was doing business, he never gave anyone a good look, but he opened the back door for Han Ling'er without thinking. It was really a big girl sitting in a sedan chair - this was the first time.

Han Ling'er felt a little guilty when everyone looked at her, but she also felt happy. Humph, who made our relationship with Zhang Ye so strong? Having said that, Zhang Ye was so masculine when he was domineering...

Zhang Ye had already started forging flying swords. Han Ling'er felt that she was idle. Seeing that there was a lot of dust accumulated in the blacksmith shop, she guessed that Zhang Ye was too busy and had no time to clean it, so she immediately picked up the broom and helped clean it.

The eyes of many monks in the blacksmith shop almost popped out of their heads. Damn it, Senior Sister Ling'er, who is among the top ten in the inner sect, is actually helping to sweep the floor of the blacksmith shop?

If Zhang Ye opened the back door for Han Ling'er, it can be understood that Zhang Ye wanted to please her, but why would a goddess like Han Ling'er lower her status to clear the floor?

The male monks couldn't bear it, or maybe they thought this was an opportunity to show their courtesy, so they immediately came over and said, "Sister Ling'er, let me clean it for you."

"No need, I can do it myself." Han Ling'er refused, but the monks grabbed the broom directly, as if they were competing for the treasure, and several of them almost started fighting.

Zhang Ye was repairing the flying sword and was disturbed by the noise. He turned his attention to the shop and saw everyone in a mess. He scolded: "If you want to fight, get out and fight."

After being scolded by Zhang Ye, the monks immediately stopped. Although Zhang Ye's cultivation level was the lowest among those present, no one dared to listen to his words.

Han Ling'er apologized and said, "I'm sorry Zhang Ye, it's all my fault."

Zhang Ye looked at the broom that was turned into a brush by everyone, and roughly understood what was going on, and said, "You don't need to do anything."

"Oh." Han Ling'er thought Zhang Ye was to blame and felt depressed. But Zhang Ye didn't notice this and continued to repair the flying sword.

After a while, Zhang Ye completed the repair of Han Ling'er's flying sword, took it out and handed it to her: "It's repaired."

Han Ling'er took the flying sword dejectedly. When Zhang Ye saw this scene, he understood a little. She must have misunderstood what he said before, and immediately said: "I don't mean to blame you, I just don't think you need to help with this. live."

Han Ling'er said pitifully: "You take care of me so much, I also want to do something for you..."

Han Ling'er has such a true temperament, which is why Zhang Ye is willing to make friends with her. Zhang Ye was about to refuse, but he really thought of something and said: "Fairy Han, there is actually something I want to ask you for help with. "

Han Ling'er's eyes flashed: "Really? Even if I go up a mountain of knives or go down into a sea of ​​fire, I will do it!" Zhang Ye was so kind to her, so Han Ling'er couldn't wait to repay him.

"Um..." Zhang Ye shook his head, "It's not troublesome. The main thing is that I want to recruit a clerk. You know a lot of people. Help me introduce someone with good character."

Han Ling'er hadn't said anything yet. When the other monks heard this, their eyes were filled with ecstasy. Many raised their hands and said, "Boss Zhang, you want to recruit shop assistants. What do you think of me?"

"Boss Zhang, I am willing to follow you, even if I am a bull or a horse!"

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A group of low-level monks enthusiastically proposed themselves. It seemed that if Zhang Ye was willing, he could recognize his father immediately.

Although the high-level monks are a little tempted, they can still barely control themselves. After all, they have the dignity of being strong men. No matter how many benefits and benefits the blacksmith shop has, they are absolutely unwilling to lower themselves to help a blacksmith in the Qi refining stage. work to earn a living.

As for the low-level monks, there is no hope of success. If they can make some profit in the blacksmith shop, they will be satisfied.

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes at this group of flattering low-level monks. The reason why he didn't recruit shop assistants right away was because there were too many people with ulterior motives. The blacksmith shop's business was so good, and the shop assistants could easily make a lot of money from customers. .

Zhang Ye ignored these self-recommended monks. After all, Zhang Ye didn't understand them and didn't want to understand them. He only trusted Han Ling'er.

Han Linger thought for a while. Although she knew a lot of people, if they were good people, they might not be willing to work in the blacksmith shop. If they were not good people, they would not be recommended to harm Zhang Ye.

Seeing Han Ling'er frowning, Zhang Ye smiled and said, "If not, forget it." Zhang Ye prepared to go backstage to practice sword making.

Han Ling'er suddenly stopped him: "Zhang Ye, I do have a candidate."

Zhang Ye was somewhat looking forward to it. After all, after recruiting clerks, he could complete system tasks and asked, "Tell me about it?"

Han Ling'er bit her lip, stretched out her green fingers, and pointed at herself.

All the monks present froze, and then they understood and looked collapsed: "Ah, are you kidding me? Senior Sister Ling'er is coming to work in the blacksmith shop?"

"A master in the late stage of foundation building, one of the top ten in the inner sect, is he going to lose his worth like this?"

"Who is that? If you slap me, I must be dreaming!"

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Not only did the monks collapse, but even Zhang Ye was stunned for a long time, and then said: "Fairy Han, don't be joking."

"I'm not joking. Are you afraid that I can't do things? Don't look at me like this. In fact, I can do any dirty work..." Han Ling'er hurriedly proved herself, but suddenly she felt a little depressed, "Let's just say, Do you think I have a bad character and am incompetent?"

In fact, Han Ling'er wanted to be a clerk in the blacksmith shop mainly because she wanted to repay Zhang Ye for his constant care. Moreover, after what happened last night, Han Ling'er was convinced of Zhang Ye's ability. Moreover, the elder's mission required her to come to the blacksmith every day. Repair the flying sword and there will be no conflict at all.

Han Ling'er said this. It was indeed not a joke. Zhang Ye scratched his head. Although Han Ling'er's character was not a problem, the key point was that she was a prominent figure in the Lingtai Sect. If she were to work in the store, she would not be dismissed by Lingtai. Are you going to hold a grudge for me?

Just now, the monks in the room were all looking at her with resentment. It seemed that if Zhang Ye really dared to accept Han Ling'er as a clerk, he would have insulted their goddess and would definitely beat her up.

However, Zhang Ye didn't take these threats to heart. He thought about it and said, "Okay, but let me talk about the salary and specific work first. If you can't accept it, forget it."