The Magical Blacksmith

"Yes, I want to open a blacksmith shop." Zhang Ye nodded.

The Jindan monk looked at Zhang Ye for a long time and said sadly: "There are so many jobs, why do you want to open a blacksmith shop?"

This tone seemed to be persuading prostitutes to behave, and Zhang Ye was speechless for a while: "What happened to opening a blacksmith shop?"

Seeing Zhang Ye eat the weight, the Jindan cultivator became determined. He smashed it in his mouth a few times before sighing and saying: "Actually, it's not that this shop is haunted. The main reason is that the magic weapon business in Tiandao City has been monopolized by Tianbing Pavilion. …”

"There is a saying in Tiandao City, as long as you don't go against Tianbing Pavilion, you can make a fortune in anything you do. Little brother, listen to my elder brother's advice and don't open a blacksmith shop!" The Jindan monk was very kind-hearted and explained the interests to Zhang Ye with sincerity. .

Zhang Ye thought about it and found out that the blacksmith shop couldn't open because it couldn't compete with the Tianbing Pavilion, but he had driven away the Tianbing Pavilion in Lingtai Town for fear of a fight.

At this moment, a graceful female monk in a red dress came over. The golden elixir monk seemed to be fascinated. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said to Zhang Ye: "She is the landlord of this shop."

Immediately, the Golden elixir monk couldn't wait to salute: "Miss Murong, long time no see. How are you?"

Zhang Ye also bowed his hand. The landlady named Murong smiled and nodded to Zhang Ye, which made Zhang Ye feel that this landlady was easy to get along with.

Unexpectedly, landlord Murong turned around, stretched out his fist, and punched the Golden Core cultivator on the chin. The Golden Core cultivator howled and flew two streets away...

Zhang Ye shrinks his neck and looks gentle. Why is he so violent?

"You bastard, if you dare to say that my shop is haunted, you're going to get screwed!" Landlord Murong clapped his hands and yelled a few words, then looked at Zhang Ye, lost his momentum, and said in a sweet voice, "Little brother, you want to rent a shop? This one The shop is fine, but these people are talking nonsense about whether it is haunted or not."

After saying this, Landlady Murong covered her mouth with red sleeves and smiled tenderly, feeling very ecstatic.

Is this the same person as just now? Isn't there schizophrenia? Zhang Ye swallowed his saliva, thinking that he was here to open a shop, and he didn't care what the landlord did. He tried to ask: "Miss Murong, I don't care if it is haunted or not. Can you take me to visit it?"

"Of course you can. Just don't call me Miss Murong. Just call me Sister Murong or Sister Hongzhuang." The landlady's real name was Murong Hongzhuang. Her voice was squeaking to the core.

If Zhang Ye hadn't seen her tough side, he would have thought she was a soft girl. As for Murong Hongzhuang's request to call her sister, although she looks to be no more than two years older than Zhang Ye, her cultivation is very powerful. Calling her sister won't hurt her, and Zhang Ye thought about it, in order to get a discount on the rent later, he must serve the landlord. Okay, he immediately said shyly: "Miss Hongzhuang..."

Seeing Zhang Ye's face turn red, Murong Hongzhuang smiled, held Zhang Ye's hand with one hand, and opened the store door with the other: "You have such a sweet mouth, come in quickly, my sister will show you the shop."

Zhang Ye was so nervous that his steps faltered, and he reminded himself again and again that this was not a visit to a kiln, but a shop.

Murong Hongzhuang looked proud and took Zhang Ye to look around the shop and the backyard before asking: "Little brother, is my sister's shop still attractive?"

To be honest, this shop is very eye-catching, and the landlord is even more eye-catching, but Zhang Ye did not get confused and asked, "Can I decorate it myself?"

Zhang Ye wanted to move the blacksmith shop in Lingtai Town intact, so naturally he had to tear down the original layout.

"With a ten-year contract, you can do whatever you want with the first three years of rent." Murong Hongzhuang flirted.

Is it tormenting the house or tormenting you? The landlady was so knowledgeable that Zhang Ye almost couldn't control himself and agreed.

"It's okay to pay in three years for a ten-year contract, but the annual rent of three hundred high-grade spiritual stones is too expensive." Zhang Ye paused, "Miss Murong, a fair and beautiful person like you is not short of this little money, brother. I'm new here, so please take care of me."

Murong Hongzhuang did not expect that this boy could stay awake despite her temptation. She smiled and said, "Little brother, what do you think is an appropriate rent?"

"One hundred high-grade spiritual stones a year." Zhang Ye said shyly.

Murong Hongzhuang was so angry that she almost broke her skills. She held the grass and said, "Three hundred high-grade spiritual stones a year. You can accept it at a discount of ten or eight yuan. If you chop two hundred spiritual stones at once, why don't you go and grab it!"

"Little brother, your price is too low, right?" Murong Hongzhuang resisted the urge to get angry and said in a soft voice, "The minimum is two hundred and sixty. I have rejected many people before. If it is lower, sister You have taken advantage of all the advantages..."

Zhang Ye looked at Murong Hongzhuang's chest. It was indeed low enough, but when it came to money and beauty, Zhang Ye always chose money. He was silent for a moment: "Miss Hongzhuang, according to my observation, this shop has not been there for a long time." Is it rented out? According to the distribution of dust, the last time anyone came to see the shop was probably half a year ago."

"Such a good shop will lose money if it is idle. How about you take care of your brother as your sister and rent it to me." Zhang Ye saw that Murong Hongzhuang was about to collapse and added, "To be honest, brother, I came to Tiandao City to work hard. , a last-ditch fight, let’s do this, I’ll add fifty, one hundred and fifty high-grade spiritual stones every year, if there’s any more, it’ll really be gone…”

Zhang Ye suppressed it first and then raised it, crushing it into a hundred spiritual stones, and then rising to a hundred and fifty, which was more acceptable. As for Zhang Ye, he pointed out that no one had paid attention to this shop for half a year, which dealt a fatal blow to Murong Hongzhuang.

Murong Hongzhuang rolled her eyes at Zhang Ye. The fact was indeed what Zhang Ye said. After hesitating for a moment, she said angrily: "I heard that you are going to open a blacksmith shop?"

"Yeah." Zhang Ye nodded truthfully, remained calm and didn't say anything more.

"The rent will be as you say. Who asked you to call me Miss?" Murong Hongzhuang continued with deep eyes, "But I have agreed that if you cancel the rent early, the rent will not be refunded."

Murong Hongzhuang just felt that Zhang Ye would go bankrupt within a few months of opening. If he didn't refund the rent, he would be making money all by himself.

"Okay!" Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang looked at each other and smiled, each with their own agenda.

Later, Zhang Ye paid for three years' rent at once, and the two signed a lease contract. Murong Hongzhuang was relieved.

"Oh shit, I'm so suffocated." Murong Hongzhuang slapped her shoulders. In order to rent out this shop, she tried her best. Although the rent was reduced by half, it was still considered a success.

Murong Hongzhuang saw Zhang Ye looking at her in surprise and scolded: "What are you looking at? I'm going to lick your eyes."

"Miss Hongzhuang, you..." Zhang Ye pretended to be surprised.

"You're a little smaller than your mother. From now on, call me eldest sister, or I'll kill you!" Murong Hongzhuang retched, threw the key to Zhang Ye, and walked away.

Murong Hongzhuang walked to the door, turned around and said fiercely: "By the way, we have a store in the back. If anyone dares to come to the door and cause trouble, say you are working with Sister Murong!"

Zhang Ye looked at Murong Hongzhuang's resolute back and realized that this landlord was quite interesting.

Zhang Ye looked at the shop again and nodded with satisfaction, Tiandao City, are you ready to tremble under my feet?

Another two days have passed, and Tiandao City has not yet trembled. Zhang Ye's feet began to tremble. Unlike Lingtai Town, opening a store here requires a lot of licenses.

For example, to open a blacksmith shop, you must first go to the Tiandao City City Management Office to pay the shop opening fee, then go to the Magic Weapon Association to apply for a blacksmith qualification certificate, and finally obtain a business license...

So, Zhang Ye broke his leg while running.

On this day, Zhang Ye finally arrived at the door of the Magic Weapon Association. Anyone engaged in the magic weapon industry in Tiandao City needs to obtain the corresponding qualifications here.

By the way, there are various industry associations in Tiandao City, such as the elixir association, the mercenary association, and even the health preservation, meditation, and food associations.

The people in Tiandao City don't find it troublesome. Instead, they are proud to join various associations. It's really a toss-up.

"Senior, I'm here to apply for the Blacksmith Qualification Certificate." The Magic Weapon Association was deserted. Zhang Ye searched around and finally found a staff member.

The staff member was a Jindan monk, and he didn’t even raise his eyebrows: “The inspection fee is five yuan for medium-grade spiritual stones.”

In Tiandao City, blacksmiths have a clear rating, from one star to nine stars. It is said that the master of the Tianbing Pavilion and the president of the Magic Weapon Association are only eight stars. As for the nine-star blacksmiths, they only exist in theory.

Zhang Ye felt a little sad about the inspection fee for five pieces of medium-grade spirit stones, but this was the rule of Tiandao City. He must obtain the blacksmith certification. Besides, Zhang Ye also wanted to know how many stars he was a blacksmith, so he paid the fee.

The Jindan monk took the spirit stone, registered Zhang Ye's name, age and cultivation, and then gave him a jade slip: "Go straight and turn left, and evaluate each item one by one."

Zhang Ye nodded and was about to leave, but at this moment, a middle-aged monk wearing a black robe and a three-star badge on his chest walked in.

The Jindan staff's eyes lit up, and their attitude was completely different. They immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Master Wang, what kind of wind brings you here?"

"Haha, I feel like I have some insights recently. Let's see if I can break through to the four-star blacksmith." Master Wang said proudly.

A three-star blacksmith is already rare. He has never wanted to break through four stars. The staff of Jindan quickly flattered him: "Then I wish Master Wang immediate success."

After saying that, the Jindan monk quickly issued a jade slip to the monk named Wang, and personally led the way. When he saw Zhang Ye blocking the road, he scolded: "Get out of here, can you walk in front of Master Wang?"

Zhang Ye thought to himself: Who did I provoke? However, he was worried that he was not familiar with the process, so he should follow Master Wang to test his skills.

When Master Wang passed by Zhang Ye, he suddenly stopped: "Young man, certified blacksmith?"

"Yeah." Zhang Ye answered truthfully.

"Hey, I remembered that when I was your age, I was already a two-star blacksmith." Master Wang pretended to recall, but in fact he was pretending to be cool. He patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder, "It doesn't matter if you fail once, keep working hard, and one day , you will be as good as me."

Zhang Ye looked confused, I haven't even started yet, you are calling me a failure?

But Zhang Ye didn't say anything and followed Master Wang to the first testing room.

The first test was material identification. The staff randomly took out a hundred kinds of strange materials and asked the blacksmith to identify them within a stick of incense. Each type of material recognized was worth one point.

Master Wang was so tired that he was sweating profusely. In one stick of incense, he could only recognize thirty-three kinds of materials. It’s not that he was incompetent. It was true that these materials were so unpopular that Zhang Ye could only recognize them with his naked eyes. There are more than ten kinds, no wonder Master Wang said he would fail.

Master Wang scored thirty-three points. He wiped the sweat from his head and smiled triumphantly at Zhang Ye: "Young man, it's your turn. It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it. Stand up from where you fell!"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes, who said we were going to fall? Although we can only recognize a dozen types with the naked eye, we have a forging system!