The Magical Blacksmith

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After all, Zhang Ye's business may also include the forging of top-grade magic weapons, and top-grade magic weapons cannot be measured by high-grade spiritual stones at all, so Han Ling'er would propose to increase the price.

Seeing Han Ling'er's appearance, Zhang Ye sighed a little. It was a sin for such a good little girl to be led into a ditch by him. Zhang Ye said: "God has the virtue of good life, and ten high-grade spiritual stones are enough."

If the charges were any higher, it would definitely drive people to death.

What did Zhang Ye think of: "Speaking of which, what did you call me just now?"

Han Linger thought for a while: "I am your clerk now, so naturally I have to call you boss."

"Fairy Han, you should call me Zhang Ye." After all, Han Ling'er was used to calling her Zhang Ye, so it was a bit awkward to suddenly change her name to boss.

Han Ling'er didn't hesitate too much: "That's okay, but Zhang Ye, don't call me Fairy Han in the future, just call me by my name."

"This..." Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, "Ling'er, what a good name."

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On the other side, Zhang Ye's almost perverted charging aroused public outrage, and people could be heard scolding Zhang Ye everywhere.

"That stupid Zhang Ye charges ten high-grade spiritual stones every time he makes a move. Doesn't he know how to make some iron? Who does he think he is? Ancestor of Nascent Soul?"

"Let's unite and don't go to Zhang Ye's store to spend money even if we have money!"

"The bad guys will be rewarded. At this moment, I really hope that the Star Swordsman will come out of seclusion early and chop off Zhang Ye's little hook!"

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Zhong Li is the Ziyi True Successor of the Lingtai Sect and a powerful golden elixir. He has been in a bad mood these days and will scold anyone he doesn't like.

"I've been having a lot of noise all day. I'm so annoyed. Is Zhang Ye your father's or someone else's? Why are people mentioning it everywhere I go?" Zhong Li originally wanted to read a book in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to distract himself, but he never thought that someone would talk about Zhang Ye here. , the chirping was so annoying that he suddenly lost his temper.

When several young monks saw Zhong Li wearing purple clothes on the spiritual platform, they were so frightened that they apologized repeatedly: "Senior, please calm down, I will leave now."

As soon as they took a few steps back, Zhong Li said: "Wait a minute!"

"Ah? Senior, we really didn't mean to offend!" Several monks thought that Zhong Li was going to teach them a lesson, so they knelt down in fright.

"Stop making noise!" Zhong Liion rubbed his ears and scolded him, and then said, "By the way, who is the Zhang Ye you are talking about?"

Because Zhang Ye used to only do low-grade flying sword work, which was widely spread among Qi refining and foundation-building monks, few people knew about Zhang Ye in the circle of powerful golden elixirs.

Several young monks were stunned, and then said with added jealousy: "Reporting to senior, Zhang Ye is a liar. He repaired a broken flying sword and charged ten high-grade spiritual stones. He has blackmailed many of our fellow apprentices..."

"That Zhang Ye has done all kinds of bad things, so he has sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet. When he exhales, the stench can be smelled for ten miles around!"

"The most important thing is that he forced our inner sect senior sister Ling'er to work in the blacksmith shop. She did all the dirty and tiring work, and was unspoken by the iron rooster from time to time. It really made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears... "

Zhong Li felt a little nauseous, but he was furious. No wonder people everywhere were scolding Zhang Ye. He turned out to be such a shameless scum.

"No one takes care of it? I take care of it!" Zhong Li was in a bad mood because his top-grade flying sword was broken, and he was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he might as well vent his anger by killing a bad person.

The young monks were delighted in their eyes, thinking that we couldn't deal with Zhang Ye. The power of the golden elixir can always destroy Zhang Ye. They immediately cheered up and said: "Seniors are righteous, and juniors are willing to lead the way!"

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Zhang Ye's side had no business for several days because of the rash price increase. There were a lot of people coming to the door to curse, but Zhang Ye didn't take it to heart. As long as he didn't enter the shop to cause trouble, he could do whatever he wanted.

As for Han Ling'er, although she has nothing to do in the store, she still goes to work on time every day. Today she couldn't help but said: "Zhang Ye, please arrange something for me to do."

Zhang Ye thought for a while and handed Han Ling'er a Qiankun bag: "Take it and count the money."

Han Ling'er was speechless for a while. Are you really counting money? The monk scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and immediately knew how many spirit stones there were. There was no need to count them at all.

Han Ling'er saw Zhang Ye taking a nap on the recliner and thinking that she couldn't get her salary in vain, so she stepped forward and said, "Zhang Ye, let me give you a massage."

"Massage?" Before Zhang Ye could refuse, Han Ling'er put her green fingers on Zhang Ye's temples and rubbed them gently.

"My mother always had headaches in the past. As long as I massage it for her, the pain doesn't go away." Seeing Zhang Ye's enjoyment, Han Ling'er asked, "How is it? My skills are not bad, right?"

"Well..." Zhang Ye squinted his eyes and added, "I have done massage for my parents before. I will let you try it later." Zhang Ye regarded Han Ling'er as a friend, so he naturally wanted to reciprocate.

However, Han Ling'er blushed and thought Zhang Ye was just joking, so she didn't take it to heart.

After a while, Zhang Ye suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the recliner: "Come on, let me press your buttons."

"You really want to push me?" Han Linger was shocked.

"Well, courtesy is reciprocal." Before Han Ling'er could refuse, Zhang Ye pushed her onto the recliner, then grabbed her shoulders and started kneading her.

Han Ling'er's face was red, and she felt a little shy when Zhang Ye grabbed her shoulders like this. However, Zhang Ye's technique and strength were very comfortable, so Han Ling'er couldn't refuse.

"I'm starting to push harder. The stronger the strength, the more comfortable it will be." After Zhang Ye finished speaking, he started to exert force.

Sometimes, Han Ling'er would moan softly when Zhang Ye pressed her, but as Zhang Ye said, the stronger the force, the more comfortable it would be, and her whole body would relax.

At this moment, Zhong Li and a group of monks rushed to the door of the blacksmith shop aggressively. He suddenly saw Zhang Ye pinching Han Ling'er until he frowned and groaned, and kept asking Han Ling'er: "Are you comfortable? Isn't it special? Comfortable?"

Zhong Li was furious: "I didn't believe it at first. I didn't expect you to really dare to bully Lingtai Sect disciples!"

Han Ling'er quickly opened her eyes and saw the purple-clothed monk in the lead. She was a little frightened, and immediately stood up and said, "I have seen the senior."

When facing a true disciple, the inner sect cannot call him senior, but must call him senior. This is the rule.

"Isn't it a shame for a dignified Foundation-Building monk to be bullied by a little Qi Refiner?" Zhong Li was so angry that he didn't know what to say, and then shouted to Zhang Ye, "Scum, get out and die!"

"Senior, I misunderstood. Zhang Ye didn't bully me. We were just massaging..." After saying the last few words, Han Ling'er's face turned red like blood.

massage? Zhong Li was stunned for a moment and scolded: "You're confused, he's clearly making unspoken rules for you!"

Zhang Ye got a little angry. What was the background of this old guy in purple? When he came up, he started to curse and said, "Senior, is there any misunderstanding here?"

"Misunderstanding? I misunderstood your mother!" The young monks shouted, and Zhong Liion yelled, took out a broken sword from the Qiankun bag, and immediately killed Zhang Ye.

At this moment, Elder Wu suddenly appeared, blocked Zhong Li's blow, and scolded with a straight face: "Lingtai Town, don't hurt anyone!"

"Wu Laogou, what's your relationship with this scum? When have our disciples of Lingtai Sect been bullied like this? You don't care about it, but you still help outsiders?" Zhong Liion jumped in anger, "If it weren't for my flying sword breaking Now, I’ll chop you up too!”

Elder Wu did not have the authority to punish Zhong Li, who was also a Jindan, but he received the order from the Great Elder to take care of Zhang Ye, so he said coldly: "I only care about the rules of Lingtai Town, and I don't care about other things."

"Old dog Wu, you damn..." Zhong Li did not expect Elder Wu to be so disrespectful and want to scold others, but then he thought about it and said viciously, "Okay, I will fight with you. If you have the ability, you will stay away for the rest of your life." Come on, as soon as you leave, I will destroy this blacksmith shop, let’s see what you can do to me!”

Elder Wu's eyelids jumped. In fact, he knew Zhong Li, and the relationship was quite good. However, Zhong Li had a shortcoming, that is, he had a bad temper and was unreasonable. Elder Wu thought about it. Aren't you going to send out an imperial order?

However, the Great Elder had told him not to use the Zong Order as a last resort, otherwise Zhang Ye would be praised and killed. After all, a small Qi-training monk being taken care of by the Zongmen would definitely arouse suspicion and threats.

Finally, Elder Wu caught a glimpse of the notice board at Zhang Ye's door. He had an idea, took out a flying sword and said, "Boss Zhang, I wonder if you will still do business today?"

"Of course." Zhang Ye didn't understand what he meant, but he said honestly.

"I heard that Boss Zhang is good at refining. I wonder if I can refine this flying sword?" Somehow, Elder Wu, who always had a coffin face, actually showed a smile, even with a hint of flattery.

"Oh my God, Elder Wu smiled!"

"Ah, I'm blind..."

When a group of young monks saw this, they felt strange and exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment and took Elder Wu's flying sword. It was a mid-grade flying sword that could naturally be refined. Zhang Ye nodded: "Okay."

Elder Wu took out ten bright red spiritual stones from the Qiankun Bag: "Then I'll trouble Boss Zhang."

Han Ling'er was a little excited. No one had paid attention to the blacksmith shop for so many days, but she didn't expect that it was Elder Wu who sent the first order of business.

"Ling'er, collect the money." Zhang Ye greeted and walked into the backstage with the flying sword.

Han Ling'er responded and took the heavy ten pieces of high-grade spiritual stones. Oh my god, these are real high-grade spiritual stones, and they are ten pieces in total. Am I dreaming?

Han Ling'er was so happy that she almost fainted, while the young monks following Zhong Li were shocked: "Is Elder Wu stupid? He really found ten high-grade spiritual stones?"

"I used to think that Senior Brother Duguce was the blacksmith's trustee, but it seems that the real trustee is Elder Wu!"

A group of people cursed in disbelief. After all, Zhong Li was a great master of the golden elixir. He was not as strange as the others. He just snorted coldly: "Old dog Wu, do you think I will let the blacksmith shop go by like this? My time If you can afford it, after you refine the flying sword, I will destroy the blacksmith shop!"

Zhong Liion took out a chair from the Qiankun Bag and sat down calmly outside the door, confronting Elder Wu.

Elder Wu looked at Zhong Li with pity and thought that when I finish refining the flying sword, you will be reluctant to destroy the blacksmith shop...