The Magical Blacksmith

Dugu Ce? Zhang Ye's eyes were furious, and that funny guy jumped out again?

"Tang Tang, don't talk nonsense..." Han Ling'er winked at Tang Tang, but Tang Tang didn't care about it, as if he came here to complain, and shouted: "What nonsense am I!"

"Before, I thought Han Linger was hiding his strength and didn't use the Feihong sword. What happened? I saw Dugu Ce was using it, killing all directions, it's amazing!" Tang Tang said angrily, "It's fine if you borrow it on weekdays. But now that the inner sect competition is so important, without the Feihong sword, how can you get into the top ten?"

Zhang Ye probably knew the whole story, and asked Han Linger, "Why did you lend the Feihong Sword to Dugu Ce?"

After all, Zhang Ye helped to refine the Feihong Sword. Han Linger was a little guilty, but she didn't want to tell the truth, so she explained: "Brother Dugu can get a better ranking with the Feihong Sword, so I am willing to lend it to him."

"That's not it!" Tangtang knew Han Linger very well, and directly refuted her words, "Boss Zhang, I just came here to complain. Linger's father loves Dugu Ce so much. He must have arranged for Linger to take the Let me lend Feijian to Dugu Ce to win the ranking, tell me, how can there be such a cruel father in the world!"

Tang Tangxin was straightforward, not afraid of offending others, and directly stated the crux of the problem.

Han Ling'er didn't blame Tang Tang, but hurriedly explained: "Father is not easy, he must have his reasons for making such arrangements..."

Seeing Han Linger's kind appearance, Zhang Ye couldn't bear to reprimand, but looked at Tang Tang: "Okay, I see, do you have anything else to do?"

Tang Tang's loud voice stopped abruptly, thinking that Zhang Ye's reaction was not right?

But Zhang Ye said that, and Tang Tang didn't want to talk about it again. After thinking about it, he said, "Boss Zhang, you see, I'm here to make a small report for you, and help me maintain Feijian for free?"

"Ten pieces of high-grade spirit stones." Zhang Ye said impersonally.

"Iron rooster!" Tang Tang didn't really intend for Zhang Ye to help for free. He asked this question just to see how much Zhang Ye valued him.

As Han Linger's best friend, the main purpose of her visit this time is to ask Zhang Ye to help solve the problem of Han Linger not having a weapon at hand. After all, Han Linger is now an employee of Zhang Ye's shop, and she also feels that Han Linger treats Zhang Ye The affection surpasses the friendship.

However, Zhang Ye's ruthless look made Tang Tang understand that Zhang Ye would not help!

"Boss Zhang, I'm so disappointed in you!" Tang Tang came angrily, and then left angrily.

After Tangtang left, Han Linger didn't know what to say, and said apologetically, "Zhang Ye, I'm sorry."

"What did you do wrong?" Zhang Ye asked.

Han Ling'er was a little taken aback, didn't Zhang Ye blame him for lending the Feihong Sword to Dugu Ce?

Zhang Ye saw what Han Linger was thinking, and said, "The Feihong sword is yours, and you are free to lend it to whomever you want."

"But..." Zhang Ye paused, and said seriously, "I hope your kindness will not come at the price of wronging yourself."

Zhang Ye's words touched Han Ling'er's heart, her nose was sore, and she almost cried, but she quickly turned her head away, wiped away her tears, and then forced a smile with her red eyes: "The boss taught me a lesson!"

Looking at her like this, Zhang Ye felt distressed and helpless.

"Closed, closed today." Zhang Ye said.

Han Ling'er was shocked, thinking that she made Zhang Ye feel bad, because every time Zhang Ye closed the door, he would say that he was in a bad mood, and hurriedly said: "Zhang Ye, don't be like this..."

"Go shopping with me." Zhang Ye walked out of the shop while talking. Seeing that Han Linger was still in a daze, Zhang Ye asked, "Will you go?"

Han Linger blushed: "Go."

Zhang Ye went straight to the market, but Han Linger didn't dare to speak, just like a little girl, following her steps.

By the way, the Lingtai Sect's inner sect competition is a grand event, attracting many casual cultivators. There were many more people in Lingtai Town than in the past, especially at the bazaar. Han Linger was hit by people several times because of her injuries, and she frowned in pain, but she didn't dare to fall behind and followed Zhang Ye closely. .

At this moment, Zhang Ye suddenly slowed down, keeping the same position as Han Linger, and then reached out to hold Han Linger's little hand.

Han Linger trembled all over and froze on the spot.

"Don't get lost." Without looking back, Zhang Ye led Han Ling'er and walked forward again.

Han Linger's heart was pounding wildly. Although she felt that it was not good to do so in public, she did not withdraw her hand after all, and was led by Zhang Ye, shuttled safely among the crowd.

There are a lot of traveling merchants in the market, and there are a lot of good things for sale, but the price is much higher than usual.

Zhang Ye searched around, squatted down in front of a middle-aged man's booth, and was about to grab something.

"Hey, who told you to touch it!" The stall owner said quickly.

"Aren't they for sale?" Zhang Ye frowned. There are a few good things in this stall.

"It's for sale, of course, but only those who can afford it can touch it!" The stall owner was a little contemptuous. The things he sells at this stall are all high-end goods, and only monks above Jindan can afford to buy them. Zhang Ye It's just a Qi refining period, so it's natural to despise it.

"Oh." Zhang Ye replied lightly, and ignored the stall owner's objection, and picked up the two pieces of metal in front of him.

The stall owner frowned and scolded, "Look at that, you don't know what it is, put it down!"

Zhang Ye didn't care too much, just holding two balls of metal, one red and one yellow, and asked Han Linger beside him, "Which color do you like?"

"Ah?" Han Ling'er was stunned, Zhang Ye was shopping and asked what he was doing? But he still said: "Hee hee, the red one looks good."

The stall owner looked at the two speechlessly, he really came to join in the fun, and judged good or bad by color, isn't he stupid? He was about to reprimand him, but Zhang Ye nodded, put the yellow metal back, held the red metal and said, "Boss, I bought Phoenix Blood Gold, how much is it?"

"Hehe, you don't even know what this is..." The stall owner was about to sneer, but suddenly he was stunned and asked in surprise, "Do you recognize this Phoenix Blood Gold?"

In the entire cultivation world, there are so many exotic metals that even the top material dealers can't recognize them all. For example, this Phoenix blood gold is red all over. The general Yuanying ancestors would probably mistake it for beast blood gold. I didn't expect this little The Qi Refining Cultivator actually has such eyesight!

"Well, is there a problem? Let's make a price." Zhang Ye said lightly.

The stall owner chuckled: "Okay, you are a little bit capable of recognizing phoenix blood gold, but this phoenix blood gold worth more than three catties is worth fifty middle-grade spirit stones, and you can't afford it!"

At first, Han Linger said that red looks good, so she just said it casually, but Zhang Ye decided to buy it unexpectedly, and when she heard the price from the stall owner, she hurriedly said, "Zhang Ye, phoenix blood gold is too precious, what are you buying it for?"

When the stall owner heard Han Linger's words, there was a look of contempt in his eyes, which further verified his guess. He really couldn't afford it. Fifty middle-grade spirit stones, a small monk like Qi Refining and Foundation Building, would have to save for at least a hundred years!

Before Zhang Ye could say anything, the stall owner said, "Okay, for the sake of recognizing Fengxuejin, I won't bother you anymore. Put your things down and get out."

Although the stall owner is a casual cultivator, he is also a Jindan cultivator, so he is naturally full of confidence when he says this.

"Buy it for practice." Zhang Ye first replied to Han Linger, and Han Linger heaved a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't bought for herself.

Immediately, Zhang Ye held the Phoenix Blood Gold and looked at the stall owner with a half-smile: "Why can't I afford it? Believe it or not, you have to pour me fifty middle-grade spirit stones later."

"Hehe, if you are young and don't learn, learners will be charged protection fees, right?" The stall owner seemed to have heard a big joke, "Let's not say that Elder Wu is sitting here, just relying on me, I can destroy it with one hand. Do you believe it or not?"

But the next moment, the stall owner almost bit his tongue, because Zhang Ye handed over a dazzling high-grade spirit stone.

Holy crap, are all qi cultivators so rich now?

"I said you still have to give me fifty middle-grade spirit stones." Zhang Ye smiled.

The stall owner recovered from his astonishment, his old face blushed, and he cupped his fists and said, "I was rude earlier, forgive me."

Those who can produce high-grade spirit stones are naturally not ordinary Qi-refining monks, and the stall owner did not sit down and raise the price, so he completed the transaction according to the fifty middle-grade spirit stones mentioned earlier.

Zhang Ye put the Fengxue gold and the recovered money into the Qiankun bag, held Han Linger's hand again, and walked back.

"Zhang Ye, don't you want to go shopping anymore?" Han Ling'er was led by Zhang Ye and kept silent, but seeing Zhang Ye walking outside the market, she felt a little reluctant. After all, Zhang Ye would not be holding her hand when she walked out. .

"It's almost there." Zhang Ye replied lightly, Han Linger felt a little lost, and walked dejectedly.

However, after a while, Han Linger found that even though he walked out of the market, Zhang Ye still didn't seem to let go...

Although she was reluctant to let go of Zhang Ye's hand, she had to be reserved like a girl, after all, there was no reason to hold hands with Zhang Ye anymore.

"That... Zhang Ye, I'll go by myself." Han Linger's voice was like a gnat.

"The ground is slippery." Zhang Ye looked at the front and said solemnly.

It rained a little in the morning, and there are still some water stains on the ground, but, dignified monk, even if the ground is full of oil, it will not be slippery, okay?

Han Ling'er slandered, but didn't expose it. She pretended that the ground was slippery, and tightly held Zhang Ye's hand...

Zhang Ye let go of Han Linger's hand only after returning to the door of the blacksmith's shop. In fact, he was also a little bit reluctant to part with the incense in his hand, but now, there was really no reason.

Han Ling'er bit her lip, followed Zhang Ye into the blacksmith's shop without saying anything.

"Wait for me." Zhang Ye went to the backstage and explained something inexplicably. Han Linger was a little puzzled, but she didn't get off work anyway, so she lay on the counter and watched Zhang Ye blacksmithing in a daze.

As for Phoenix Blood Gold, after being tempered by Zhang Ye, it gradually took on the shape of a sword...