Rise of Qinglian

The next morning, Wang Changsheng took Wang Qingze out to the Lingbing Pavilion.

Wang Ruyan warmly received Wang Changsheng, and gave Wang Changsheng a blueprint and two refining materials.

Wang Changsheng brought Wang Qingze to the backyard. Wang Shuchong had already drunk, reeking of alcohol, but still sober, and was supervising several apprentices refining materials.

"Old Wang, this is my nephew Qingze, you can just give him some work, I went to the refining room to refine weapons, Qingze, learn from Old Wang, you know?"

It stands to reason that it would not be too much for Wang Changsheng to call Wang Shuchong "Wang Xiaoyou", but he intends to shorten the relationship with Wang Ruyan. Wang Shuchong is Wang Ruyan's uncle, and it is appropriate for Wang Changsheng to call him "Old Wang".

"Senior Wang, you are being polite. Since he is your nephew, I will take good care of him. Do your best!"

Wang Shuchong agreed repeatedly, grabbed a few peanuts with his hands, and threw them into his mouth.

Wang Changsheng gave Wang Qingze a few words, and strode towards the refining room.

After activating the sound insulation array in the room, all the noise disappeared.

He took out the refining blueprint and examined it carefully.

What he wanted to refine was a low-grade magic weapon, the Golden Moon Knife. Of course, with the refining blueprint, if there were enough materials and the refining level was high enough, it would be no problem to refine a high-grade magic weapon.

He slapped the storage bag, and the Ziyang furnace flew out of it, turned around, swelled against the wind, and landed firmly on the ground.

Wang Changsheng flicked his ten fingers repeatedly, hitting the Ziyang furnace with several spells, and the furnace cover automatically flew up and slowly fell to the ground.

He threw two fist-sized golden ores into the Ziyang Furnace, closed the furnace lid, and the formula changed.

With a muffled sound, a mass of purple flames appeared out of nowhere at the bottom of the Ziyang Furnace, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.

One day passed quickly.

In the refining room, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on a green futon, his face pale.

A large purple flame flooded the Ziyang furnace, and the heat wave was billowing.

After a while, Wang Changsheng pinched the magic formula, and a magic formula hit the Ziyang stove.

With a muffled sound, the furnace cover flew up, and a large piece of golden liquid flew out of it.

Under the control of Wang Changsheng's consciousness, the golden liquid twisted and deformed for a while, and slowly condensed into a three-foot-long golden knife.

Wang Changsheng took out a blue porcelain bottle, threw it forward, and hit the top of the blue porcelain bottle with a formula, a large piece of black liquid flew out from it, and wrapped around the golden knife.

As soon as the black liquid touched the golden knife, there was a muffled "puff" sound and a burst of white smoke.

The white smoke dissipated, and a pale golden long knife was suspended in midair.

Wang Changsheng made a move with one hand, and the golden knife flew towards him and landed firmly in his hand.

This golden knife is just a model now, not even a spiritual weapon. Magical weapons such as swords have to be hammered thousands of times to get rid of the impurities inside, and then tempered again, forged again, and finally engraved with the spirit pattern successfully. It can be called a magic weapon.

With a pinch of his magic formula, the flame at the bottom of the Ziyang furnace collapsed and disappeared, the Ziyang furnace shrank rapidly, and the storage bag that flew back to his waist disappeared.

Wang Changsheng put the golden knife in the storage bag and left the refining room.

At this time, it was dusk, and the sunset covered Canglan City with a red shirt.

Beside the stove, the sound of "clang-keng" metal clashing could be heard endlessly, and Wang Qingze and Wang Shuchong sat drinking and chatting together.

Wang Changsheng frowned slightly, and asked with a straight face: "Qingze, didn't I ask you to work with Mr. Wang? What are you doing?"

"Senior Wang, don't blame him. I'm bored drinking alone, so let him accompany me. If you want to blame, blame me."

Wang Shuchong defended Wang Qingze.

Wang Changsheng's expression softened, and he said, "For the sake of Mr. Wang, forget it this time, let's go, come back with me."

Wang Qingze responded, greeted Wang Shuchong, and walked out with Wang Changsheng.

When he came to the lobby, Wang Ruyan happened to walk downstairs.

Wang Ruyan smiled slightly at Wang Changsheng, and asked, "How is it, fellow Daoist Wang? Are you still used to it?"

"It's okay, Fairy Wang, Mrs. Wang will go back to take a bath and change clothes, see you in Baixianglou."

Wang Ruyan agreed with a smile, and watched Wang Changsheng leave.

"Ruyan, this kid invited you to dinner so soon, he must be interested in you."

Wang Shu rushed over, hiccupped, and joked.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ruyan's beautiful cheeks were blushing, and she said blushingly, "Uncle Shiba, what nonsense are you talking about, I have nothing to do with Fellow Daoist Wang."

"I know you have nothing to do with him, so he doesn't have to. This kid calls me Mr. Wang. He's so polite, and he's clearly interested in you. If I wasn't your eighteenth uncle, he wouldn't be so polite to me. You shit Keep your eyes open, don't be fooled by him, men are afraid of entering the wrong profession, women are afraid of marrying the wrong man."

Wang Shuchong reminded him kindly.

"Understood, Uncle Shiba, don't drink all day, it's never too late to drink after you finish your work."

"Hey, if you drink today, you're drunk today, who knows what will happen tomorrow, I have a measure."

Back at the residence, Wang Qingze honestly reported to Wang Changsheng what he had done today.

"You want to establish a good relationship with this Wang Shuchong, it will be of great use in the future, you know?"

Wang Qingze nodded honestly, and said, "I see, Uncle Jiu, are you pursuing Wang Shuchong's niece, Senior Wang?"

"Who told you that?"

"No one told me. I guessed it myself. Wang Shuchong probably saw something. He asked me about your situation, but I kept your advice in mind. I didn't know what to ask. Originally, I wanted to say something nice to you. But after thinking about it, we are uncles and nephews, Wang Shuchong might not believe what I said, and it might have the opposite effect, so I won't say it."

Wang Changsheng showed approval, took out a blue jade slip, handed it to Wang Qingze, and said, "Here is some basic knowledge of crafting, you can take it and read it! Don't pass it on. If there is anything you don't understand, ask tomorrow." I."

"Uncle Xie, I'll go back to my room to read."

After bathing and changing, Wang Changsheng went straight to Baixianglou.

He booked the private room yesterday, and when he arrived in the private room, he ordered a pot of spiritual tea and waited for Wang Ruyan's arrival.

While guarding, there was a knock on the door outside, and Wang Ruyan's voice suddenly sounded: "Young Daoist Wang, I kept you waiting for a long time, my little sister is here."

Wang Changsheng looked happy, walked over quickly, and opened the door.

Wang Ruyan changed her outfit. She was wearing a blue skirt with light makeup and no makeup.

Wang Changsheng invited Wang Ruyan into the house, handed a thick menu to Wang Ruyan, and said with a smile: "Fairy Wang, I don't know what you like to eat. I haven't ordered anything yet. What would you like to eat?"

"Wang Daoyou is polite, little sister has nothing to hide, you come to order!"

"Okay, then Wang will order a few dishes first, and if there are not enough, Fairy Wang will order more."

Wang Changsheng called the waiter to come to the store, and ordered seven dishes and one soup, with four flavors of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy.

Before the dishes were served, Wang Changsheng chatted with Wang Ruyan.

Wang Ruyan didn't talk much, and would answer a few words from time to time, as if she had dealt with it.

Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng changed the topic to refining equipment, and Wang Ruyan talked a little more.

It didn't take long for the dishes to be served.

Wang Ruyan seldom talked, and Wang Changsheng knew not to be too hasty, but she noticed that Wang Ruyan ate relatively light dishes, steamed and boiled dishes with chopsticks, and spicy dishes were not touched.

Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng saw that Wang Ruyan was not interested in chatting, and said with a smile: "Fairy Wang, let's stop here today! We will continue refining weapons tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll be free some other day, my little sister will be the host."

When the two walked out of the private room, a voice full of joy suddenly sounded: "Fairy Wang, are you coming here for dinner too?"

Wang Changsheng looked along the source of the voice, only to see a refined Confucian scholar in white walking over quickly, his face full of joy.

"Well, have a light meal with Daoyou Wang, and Daoyou Song, are you coming here for dinner too?"

Wang Ruyan nodded with a smile, her tone was relatively flat.

"I met Li Daoyou, an old friend of Baiyun Temple, and I had dinner with him here."

The Confucian scholar in white pointed to a middle-aged man behind him with a blue wooden sword on his back.

When Wang Changsheng saw the middle-aged man, a look of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The middle-aged man was none other than the Foundation Establishment cultivator who was arguing with Wang Qingze in Tianyun Pavilion.