Celestial

It was at this time that Lin Fei saw it for the first time. The unshaven swordsmith is actually quite young, presumably in his twenties, just because he didn’t trim, the clothes were dirty and torn, and his beard was messy, making him look A lot older than the actual age.

"You said..." Zhang Jian, the sword maker, opened his eyes wide and swallowed hard. "You said you want to buy me this sword workshop?"

Lin Fei nodded: "Yes."

"Boss, please on this side, please on this side..." The swordsmith first froze, and then squeezed a flattering smile, attentively invited Lin Fei to the chair, as if he wanted Lin Fei to sit down I just looked at it and found that the chair was too dirty, and I quickly wiped it with my sleeve several times: "Look at the location of the Zhu Jianfang, the most golden part of the North City. There are no 10,000 monks passing by here every day. Thousand..."

"..." Lin Fei glanced at the deserted street outside and said nothing.

"Also, my furnace is not an ordinary furnace. My master spent hundreds of years traveling around the world of Luofu. It took nine hundred ninety-eight kinds of innate gold to cast it, and it took hundreds of years. The time leads to the two great veins of Taiyin and Sun. In this melting pot, Yin and Yang meet with each other. I tell you that even if a piece of iron is thrown in, you can make a magic weapon for you..."

"There are only seventy-two kinds of innate gold..." Lin Fei couldn't listen anymore.

"Ah?" The swordsmith apparently froze, but the awkward smile only stopped for a moment on the face, and he enthusiastically promoted it again: "Don't entangle these details, anyway, my furnace has a long history. You see, the prime location, the innate furnace, and the two territories of the Taiyin Sun are all I gave you. It is not too much to sell you 100,000 soul stones?"

"One hundred thousand spirit stones?"

"Yes, yes, one hundred thousand spirit stones, boss, I tell you, this price is really not expensive, you look at this lot, look at this furnace, you can buy one hundred thousand spirit stones, or you will be able to pay back in one year ..."

"There are ten spirit stones on me..."

"..." The sword caster's voice came to an abrupt stop, and the flattering smile was instantly taken away, patting Lin Fei sitting on the chair: "Get up and go straight, remember to help me take the door."

"..." Lin Fei scratched his head, and some of them stood up from the chair, which turned out to be faster than turning the book...

However, after standing up, Lin Fei did not leave immediately, but took out a stone and placed it next to the furnace. Then he left this Jianjianfang, and just said before his door: "If you change your mind, you can come to Dongcheng The inn finds me."

"Do not send..."

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Half an hour later, a middle-aged monk walked into Zhujianfang scoldingly.

"Thousands of empresses are shameless, they have known spirit stones and spirit stones all day, mining 50 spirit stones and collecting 30 spirit stones. This broken place is even more outrageous. No one passed by for ten days and a half months. , Actually one hundred spirit stones a month..." After scolding the Qianshan Sect, he kicked a young swordsmith who closed his eyes and rested on the recliner: "Little Bunny, I don’t do anything all day, I only know Go to bed, go and grind the two swords I cast yesterday, and wait for a fat sheep to come to see if I can sell them to him..."

"I rely on..." The middle-aged monk kicked over the recliner. The young swordsmith suddenly fell to the ground. When the eyes opened, the curse would be scolded. Just half of the curse was suddenly stunned: "Master, Why did you come home..."

"If I don't come back, how do you know that you're sleeping for most of the day?" The middle-aged monk's face was a little bad.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong..." Before the middle-aged monk flared, the young swordsmith had already mistakenly recognized it there, and when he was finished, he lifted the recliner and rubbed it with his sleeves. All over, just waited for the middle-aged monk to sit down: "Your elderly work hard all the way, the disciples will pour water for you..."

"Okay, come back." The middle-aged monk glared at the young swordsmith angrily. After sitting on the recliner for a short break, he asked again: "I have been out of business these days?"

"This..." Upon hearing this, the young swordsmith suddenly looked like a bitter gourd: "Your old man doesn't know that no one in this place will pass by for ten days and a half months, let's talk about it, just your old man In this technique, Zhangkou has only one hundred spirit stones and two hundred spirit stones. Even if there is business, he is scared away..."

"Are you itchy?"

"No no no..." The young swordsmith quickly shook his head and was about to pour water to his master, but he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, yes, Master, there was a big business just now! "

"Oh?"

"There is a kid who says he wants to buy our Zhu Jianfang!"

"I rely on!" The middle-aged monk suddenly jumped up, clutching the collar of the young swordsmith, and asked again and again: "What about people, what about people?"

"It's been a while..."

"How can you let people go?" The middle-aged monk was almost crazy, pointing at the nose of the young swordsmith and cursing: "How do I usually teach you, the door is the guest, your food and clothing parents, even if you It doesn’t matter if I’m not filial to your Master, but I must treat the guests well, quickly, and point me in what direction I’m going. I will chase them back!”

"There are ten spirit stones on that kid..."

"..."

The middle-aged monk jumping up and down calmed down.

Staring staringly at the young swordsmith, it took a long time for the incense stick to reach out a finger, and asked with some difficulty: "Ten spirit stones?"

"Yes, just ten spirit stones..."

After a while, the middle-aged monk scolded with a stern expression: "Asshole!"

After the scolding, it seemed that he wanted to turn his grief into sword-making. He drank a few sips of water from the apprentice, then rolled up his sleeves, walked to the furnace, and urged Zhenyuan to ignite the ground fire under the furnace...

It was just that when he was about to put in the fine iron, he suddenly discovered that there was something beside the furnace.

"Yeah?" The middle-aged monk was a little strange. He reached over and took the thing over and looked at it. It seemed to be a stone, but he didn't know how. The middle-aged monk always thought that this stone was a bit strange...

After thinking about it, the middle-aged monk tried to inject a real element into the stone, but soon, a surprised look appeared on the middle-aged monk's face.

True Yuan can not be injected?