The Magical Blacksmith

"Ah, it's really fixed!" Han Ling'er was so excited that her face flushed, and she immediately used the formula of Yujian. The flying sword was like a white lightning, and then turned back to the blacksmith's shop, circling around Han Linger, as if dancing...

Dugu Ce's expression was ferocious, and his face was burning hot. Earlier, he insisted that the Feihong sword was not repaired, but when the Feihong sword flew into the sky, it was no less than a slap in the face.

"No, it's absolutely impossible!" Even though the facts were in front of him, Dugu Ce still didn't want to believe that Zhang Ye, a mortal, could repair the flying sword!

"If you lose, you lose, what? Don't you want to regret it? Tell you, there is no medicine for regret in the world." Zhang Ye smiled lightly, returned Dugu Ce's words intact, and immediately stopped paying attention to Dugu Ce, looking at Han Ling'er, the fairy dances with the sword, such a rare and pleasing scene, it is natural to feast your eyes.

But from Dugu Ce's point of view, Zhang Ye clearly didn't take him seriously, which made him even more annoyed. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and prepared to kill Zhang Ye, the blacksmith who had repeatedly humiliated him. Being punished by the school is nothing more than contemplating behind closed doors, after all Zhang Ye is just a mortal.

Dugu Ce's murderous aura alarmed Han Linger, she frowned, and when Dugu Ce drew his sword to kill, Han Linger reprimanded lightly: "Go!"

Feihongjian was so fast that he couldn't see the shadow clearly, as if he caught a glimpse, he knocked the sword in Dugu Ce's hand to the ground with a clang.

"Junior sister, you!" Dugu Ce attempted to kill, and was still stopped by his junior sister, which made him feel ashamed.

Han Ling'er has always been gentle and gentle, but at this moment her face is cold: "Brother, Zhang Ye helped me repair the flying sword, why did you kill him?"

"I..." Dugu Ce didn't know how to explain it. In fact, he and Zhang Ye didn't have any deep hatred, but just became angry from embarrassment, but he couldn't tell the truth to his junior sister, right?

Suddenly, Dugu Ce had an idea, and said righteously: "Junior Sister, Zhang Ye has no cultivation, but he can repair the magic circle in the flying sword. This shows that he is not an extraordinary person, but only concealed his strength. I suspect that he is very likely It's a secret agent sent by Beiyu, with ulterior motives! Just now, brother's sword was just to test him!"

"Really?" Han Linger blinked her big eyes, looked at Dugu Ce, and then at Zhang Ye. She was confused, and she was not deeply involved in the world, so she couldn't judge who was right and who was wrong.

"Of course, we should report to the Zongmen and bring this blacksmith with ulterior motives back to the Zongmen for interrogation!" Seeing that Han Linger was hesitant, Dugu Ce added to the fire, "Junior Sister, hurry up and inform the experts in the Zongmen, Senior Brother pestering him..."

Zhang Ye quietly watched Dugu Ce give himself a shit-pot, he knew that the previous sword was definitely not a temptation, but intended to kill him!

Although Zhang Ye still looked like an ancient well, but his heart was full of anger. He knew that the spirit world was more dangerous than the mortal world, so the bet on repairing the flying sword was supposed to be a joke, but he didn't expect Dugu Ce to renege You actually want to kill him, since you are unkind, don't blame me, Zhang Ye, for being unrighteous!

"This fairy, I don't know if I should say something or not?" Zhang Ye didn't want to argue with Dugu Ce, and there was nothing wrong with punishing him, so he planned to start with Han Linger, who was a good character.

"Junior Sister, don't listen to his gossip to confuse the crowd, go back and report to the master, saying that you have caught the secret work of the Northern Territory!" Dugu Ce calculated that as soon as the junior sister left, he would kill Zhang Ye himself, saying to the outside that he wanted to escape, That way you don't have to take any responsibility!

Han Linger frowned, and instinctively told her that Zhang Ye was not like Beiyu's meticulous work, so she said, "Zhang Ye, what do you want to say?"

"Someone suspects that I am a master of the Northern Territory. I just feel that I deliberately hide my cultivation, but if I prove that a mortal without cultivation can also repair the magic circle in the flying sword, will I be able to wash away my suspicion?" Zhang Ye is neither humble nor overbearing, using someone to refer to Dugu Ce represents his resentment and arrogance.

"Oh, what a joke, how can you repair the magic circle without cultivation!" Dugu Ce thought that Zhang Ye was just trying to win the sympathy of his junior sister, but he didn't expect to prove that mortals can repair the magic circle. Instinctively, mortals definitely can't do it, so he boasted, "Well, if you can prove that mortals can repair the magic circle, I will spare your life!"

Zhang Ye just looked at Han Ling'er inquiringly, and didn't take this mad dog Dugu Ce into his eyes at all.

Han Ling'er pondered for a while, then nodded: "Zhang Ye, then I will wrong you."

Han Ling'er was essentially grateful to Zhang Ye for helping her repair Feijian, but she couldn't resist the entanglement of her senior brother, and she was also curious about how Zhang Ye repaired the magic circle inside Feijian, so she felt wronged to Zhang Ye.

From Han Linger, Zhang Ye felt that not all cultivators are so vicious, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "It's actually very simple to prove my innocence. Please let the fairy feel the magic circle in Feihong Sword carefully, and you will naturally understand."

Dugu Ce put on a playful expression, the magic circle is the magic circle, so could it help Zhang Ye intercede?

Han Linger was dubious, closed her eyes, and carefully sensed the magic circle inside the flying sword through her spiritual power. After a while, Han Linger opened her big watery eyes and said pleasantly: "I believe you are innocent."

"Junior Sister, don't let bad guys take advantage of your kindness!" The smile on Dugu Ce's face froze, thinking that Han Ling'er must have let the water go on purpose, and immediately took the flying sword to feel what's tricky in the magic circle.

Han Ling'er didn't stop her, but she glanced at Dugu Ce annoyedly. Dugu Ce didn't care about it, and used his spiritual power to perceive the magic circle inside Feijian. After such an inspection, his brows frowned: "How is it possible? Isn't the original magic circle broken? How can it work again?"

That's right, the magic circle inside Feijian is still the original magic circle. From the beginning to the end, Zhang Ye didn't re-carve the circle. After all, he has no cultivation base. However, the forging skills presented by the system are amazing. Through tempering, the damaged internal magic circle is also repaired, and there is no need to engrave it again.

"What's impossible? As I said earlier, the reason why the magic circle can't work is because of the separation of the goblin material. I use forging techniques to re-fuse the goblin into other metals, and the magic circle will naturally work. " Zhang Ye paused, "The top-notch restoration is not to add things indiscriminately, but to keep the Feijian in its original appearance. Only in this way can its original value be guaranteed!"

Zhang Ye's words were resounding, and Han Ling'er was very moved after hearing it. This Feihong sword was given to her by her mother before she was alive, and it has great commemorative significance. If the appearance, material, or internal formation of Feihong sword is changed during the restoration process, it is equivalent to erasing her mother's imprint. The sword loses its original value. I never thought that Zhang Ye perfectly restored the Feihong Sword with his miraculous techniques. Wouldn't this make people moved?

"Zhang Ye, thank you." Han Linger clasped her fists again and saluted with tears in her eyes.

Dugu Ce's face can be distorted, but in front of Zhang Ye, a mortal, he suffered a crushing defeat. Just when he was about to say something, Han Linger stared at Dugu Ce coldly: "Senior brother, as an inner disciple of Lingtai Sect, please pay attention own words and deeds."

Although Han Ling'er didn't say anything, the warning was self-evident.

Dugu Ce was stunned, his junior sister had never said such a serious word to him, which made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"I..." Dugu Ce wanted to say something several times, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth. In the end, he gave Zhang Ye a bitter look, flicked his sleeves, turned and left.

"Wait." Zhang Ye said aloud, "Someone from Lingtai Sect, did he forget something?" Zhang Ye knew that offending an inner sect disciple was not worthwhile, but Dugu Ce almost killed him, so he couldn't just let it go.

Dugu Ce remembered the bet with Zhang Ye, he stopped walking, turned around and said fiercely: "Are you sure you want to do this?" The threat was self-evident.

Without waiting for Zhang Ye to say anything, Han Linger said: "Senior brother, I would like to admit defeat." Han Linger felt that her senior brother was just too arrogant, and it would be good if she could take this opportunity to sharpen his temper, so she helped Zhang Ye speak.

"Junior Sister, you!" Dugu Ce clenched his fist tightly, his eyes wide open.

"Well, I won't make it difficult for you. If you think 'Zhang Ye is so handsome, and his skills are superb', it's hard to say..." Zhang Ye paused, a little thoughtful, and Dugu Ce had a smug look in his eyes. Give up this bet as soon as possible.

Zhang Ye slapped his forehead, as if he had made a huge concession: "Well, you can call me Dad three times."

"Fuck you!" Dugu Ce has been self-cultivated since he cultivated, and has never cursed. Now he was forced to swear, and was about to draw his sword to kill, but Han Ling'er stood in front of Zhang Ye, ready to fight, and lightly reprimanded : "Brother, don't make me look down on you!"

Dugu Ce's ferocious face showed his inner struggle. In the end, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of his master's only daughter. He gritted his teeth, walked to the door of the blacksmith shop, and shouted loudly: "Zhang Ye is so handsome, and his craftsmanship is superb!" After three beeps, Dugu Ce's face turned red, and he could no longer bear the eyes of the onlookers, so he jumped up from the sword, turned into white light, and soared into the sky.

"A high-ranking disciple of Lingtai Sect is indeed extraordinary!"

"Speaking of which, what is the relationship between Lingtai Sect and this blacksmith shop, the inner disciples agree!"

"It seems that the craftsmanship of the blacksmith shop has satisfied him, otherwise he wouldn't have shouted three times in a row!"

...

While everyone was discussing, a large phantom hand condensed in the air, like swat a fly, and knocked Dugu Ce, who was flying with the sword, down to the ground with a snap, and a thunderous voice sounded: "Lingtai Town, no flying! "

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ye couldn't help sighing, people who are cheap have their own rewards, and the ancients never deceived me.

Seeing that her senior brother was shot down by the elders in Lingtai Town, Han Ling'er was a little worried, and wanted to go to see the situation, so she said to Zhang Ye, "Zhang Ye, then I will take my leave."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Ye still had a good impression of Han Ling'er, and reminded, "The restoration of Feihong Sword is only temporary. After all, materials like goblins will separate out after a long time. If you want to solve it once and for all, you still have to do it." It needs to be refined."

Han Linger nodded, and asked, "Then can you help me refine it?" Zhang Ye's perfect restoration technology made Han Linger trust it very much.

Zhang Ye smiled slightly, and pointed to the notice board at the door, on which there was a sentence: "Because I'm in a bad mood, I won't accept any other business."

Han Ling'er was startled. I heard that real masters have weird tempers. It was true when I saw it today. She smiled: "Then Zhang Ye, when will you be in a good mood?"

"In a few days." Zhang Ye put his hands behind his back, with an inscrutable attitude. In fact, being in a bad mood was just an excuse, and he didn't know how to refine this forging technique at all.

Han Linger thought for a while, and had no choice but to say: "Then I will come to you in a few days." Immediately, she took out a jade slip from her bosom and handed it to Zhang Ye, "I forgot to introduce, my name is Han Linger, if you encounter any trouble , crush the jade slips and I will appear."

"Finally, Boss Zhang's mood should get better soon." Han Ling'er said with a smile, and disappeared into the blacksmith's shop like a scent of fragrance.

Touching the warm jade slip in his hand, Zhang Ye thought deeply.