The monk is hanging up

Chapter 131
Lin Su began to search for high-quality refining materials, and the scope expanded from Anyang County to the entire Liangzhou. Although the blood-hardened steel of the sword body is rare, it is not top-notch. The Shadow Sword was melted and recast.

Elixirs are divided into top, middle and bottom, and the same is true for gold and iron for refining equipment.The lowest level is Fantie, followed by Xuantie and Fine Gold, which can be called "Jing", and Fantie and Fanjin can be obtained through thousands of tempers.Then there are mysterious iron from outside the sky, mithril, and blood-hardened steel. This type is called "spirit", which has gone through thousands of years from heaven and earth or flew from outside the sky, carefully forged by the craftsman, and then cared and cultivated by the master. Spirit, like the soul of the sword in the blood shadow sword.Finally, there are Phoenix Nirvana Divine Iron, Wannian Cold Iron, and Heaven and Earth Mother Gold, which are also very rare existences in the world, and most of them are crowned with the word "God".

The higher the achievement, the better Lin Su's vision will be. Yu Zichong is still holding the famous Changchun Sword. The sword is made of Tianwai Xuantie and Mithril. Mother gold, Lin Su naturally has a little longing for such natural treasures.

Weapons are the extension of limbs, if he has a divine sword that cuts iron like mud, and the old woman confronts him again, he will still be able to injure him severely.

As soon as the wind let out, Yayuan was almost crushed.In the land of Liangzhou, people from all counties and counties from all over the world came to give treasures, especially Anyang County was the most crazy.

Those families in the county city have long planned to make friends with Lin Su, but they have not been able to find an opportunity. What do people who practice martial arts like?It must be martial arts and martial arts, and Lin Su is a person from Shaolin. He can't catch the ordinary things, and no one sells the advanced ones, so they have no choice but to think about them.

But today, Lin Su Fangfeng searched for refined artifacts in Liangzhou.

As long as there is a little relationship with Lin Su, or if the other party owes him a personal favor, this deal is definitely a good deal.

Gao Huang arrived first, and called out to Lin Su: "Brother Lin, I happened to be on a mission when you came back a few days ago, so I'm sorry I couldn't cleanse you up. Materials, by chance, I just have one on hand."

Gao Huang took out a fist-sized Mithril, and then took out a head-sized "Orichalcum", and said with a smile: "Mithril is a gift from an old friend of mine. I will borrow flowers to offer to Buddha and give them to you. Anyway, when it comes to me The pearls on your hands are covered with dust, so don’t refuse.”

Arching his hands, Lin Su generously accepted Mithril, "Thank you, Brother Gao, for the gift. Forging and casting weapons requires a lot of treasures, and I am very grateful."

Gao Huang said again: "This burning copper was given to you by Mr. Yan Shi. He is in the Epiphyllum Pavilion, and if he can't leave, let me pass it on for you."

Lin Su thanked Gao Huang again and invited Gao Huang to take a seat.He was also unambiguous and took out a bottle of elixirs and said: "I don't have anything to offer, and Brother Gao will not want ordinary things like gold and silver. I can only get rid of elixirs. This bottle of Taiqing elixirs" Like the Baicao Pill, it also has the effect of increasing one's skill. If Brother Gao doesn't mind it, please accept it."

It was said that Gao Huang was going to refuse. If I give you Mithril and you return a bottle of medicine pill, wouldn't that be a deal?He got up and said displeasedly: "Brother Lin, brother Gao, you are that kind of person. When you helped me, you did your best. How could I give you Mithril because I was greedy for your elixir?"

Lin Su apologized and said with a smile: "I know Brother Gao is not that kind of person, and this bottle of elixir is not a bargaining chip for trading mithril. You have to give me mithril as a gift, and I have to express that this bottle of elixir is not too precious , please accept it, Brother Gao, don’t tell me you don’t like this bottle of pill too much?”

Gao Huang blocked Lin Su's words, opened his mouth but couldn't find anything to refute, and immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Since Brother Lin has said so, I will not be polite if I don't accept it. Yes, accept it." Now, it's time for you to congratulate me on being promoted to the Xuan-level police officer."

Until noon, Lin Su met with people from more than a dozen families, most of whom were small local families in Anyang County. They gave heavy gifts, some of which were mithril, some of which were black iron, some of which were burnt copper, and some of which were blood-tempered steel. One person even took out the Ten Thousand Years Cold Iron that had been treasured by his family for hundreds of years, although it was only as big as an index finger.

Lin Su didn't just exchange elixir with others. He would give back one or two Taiqing pills if he met a Wuli clan, and he would make a promise if he met a Shangli clan. , he does one thing for others.

The man who offered the ten thousand years of cold iron got three promises from Lin Su, and he smiled from ear to ear.A piece of scrap metal left in the ancestral hall, apart from being a place for people to watch and attract thieves, what else can it do?Exchanging a piece of scrap metal for three promises from a talented person on the Tiger List is a guaranteed profit.Lin Su hasn't fought anyone for a year. Who knows how far his strength has reached. Besides, he is only twenty now. In a few years, this promise will greatly increase the price, and he may become a master on the Dragon List. Promise of.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and it didn't stop until half a month later. Lin Su almost couldn't count how many favors he gave out. Of course, the benefits were also impressive.

A wide variety of copper and iron were sorted out, and totaled, Tianwaixuan iron was 37 catties and 82 taels, Mithril was [-] catties and [-] taels, blood-hardened steel was [-] catties and [-] taels, burning copper was [-] catties and [-] taels, and Wannian cold iron was six coins.

Just burning copper and forging two swords is more than enough, not to mention other treasures.

There is only one famous craftsman in Anyang County. It can be said that all the craftsmen in Anyang County today are his disciples and grandchildren. That person has real materials, even the Zen staff of Shaolin abbot is his own. forging.

knock!knock!knock!
"Who is it?" A boy opened the door and asked when he saw the person coming: "Who are you?"

Lin Su cupped his hands and said, "I'm here to find Master Fang Zhongfang to forge weapons."

The boy said: "Master no longer refines weapons, please come back."

With that said, the boy was about to close the door.

Lin Su held the door with one hand, and said with a smile: "I heard that Master Fang has a rule that if the quality of the material is very good, he will personally forge the weapon. I don't know if it is serious or not?"

The boy pondered, and said in a low voice: "Master did have this rule in the early years, but now, Master is a senior person, basically does not refine weapons, and it is my senior brother who does it. If you have any materials, I will report to Master."

"Ten thousand years of cold iron."

The boy ran away in a hurry, and after a while, hurried footsteps came from inside, and an old man said eagerly: "Where is the man, you will not drive him away, will you?"

Seeing the door open, Lin Su saluted the old man, "My junior Lin Su has met Master Fang."

The old man is about [-] years old, he is full of energy, he does not look old at all, and he is as energetic as a middle-aged person.He waved his hand and said, "You really have ten thousand years of cold iron?"

"Yes." Lin Su took out the piece of Wannian cold iron.

The boy took a look and realized that something big had happened. He said he had tens of thousands of years of cold iron, but in the end he only had this little bit, which was barely enough to make a few embroidery needles. He made the master angry, but what should he do?

The old man stroked it in surprise, and muttered: "It really is ten thousand years cold iron, but it is a pity that it is missing."

The boy said: "Master, I'm afraid this person is not here to ask you to refine weapons. How can anything be made from such a small piece of ten thousand-year-old cold iron?"

Hearing this, the old man rewarded the boy with a chestnut, "Tonger, ten thousand years of cold iron is rare, and it is worthwhile for a craftsman to see such a piece in his life. As far as I know, there are only the Ziyun Sword passed down by the real masters of the Quanzhen Sect and Qi Renkuang's Crazy Knife from the Tianmo Sect. It is a great honor to use high-grade materials, and this is the third time I have dealt with treasures of this grade.”

(End of this chapter)