The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 1: Forging system

　　Lingtai Town is a market town formed by cultivators. Zhang Ye stood at the door of a blacksmith's shop in the town, and his thoughts were leisurely. This was the only thought left to him by his parents.

　　 Zhang Ye’s parents were both small and casual cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining. The road was hopeless, so they opened a blacksmith shop in Lingtai Town to survive. Although it is not rich and expensive, it is enough to support the family with craftsmanship.

　　 Zhang Ye was cultivating under the guidance of his parents before he was ten years old. When he was free, he would also lay hands in the forge. Because he had no talent for practice at all, his parents pondered that instead of letting him endure hardship in Lingtai Town, it’s better to He was sent to the mortal world to be a rich young master.

　　 In this way, Zhang Ye lived in the Mortal Realm without worrying about food and clothing until he was 20 years old. During the holidays, his parents would also come to the Mortal Realm to reunite with Zhang Ye.

　　 Last Spring Festival, Zhang Ye was full of longing waiting for his parents to return home to reunite. He never thought that only a notice of death came. It turned out that there was a battle between cultivators in the Eastern Region of the Spirit Realm and the Northern Territory. His parents were called to join the army and became craftsmen with the army. They never wanted to encounter an enemy attack. Not only Zhang Ye’s parents, but also the craftsmen of the entire Eastern Region were killed and wounded...

　　 Zhang Ye was in grief and dissipated his wealth from the mortal realm. Finally, he asked a cultivator to take him to Lingtai Town and returned to this blacksmith shop where he had countless memories with his parents.

　　 Zhang Ye sighed, took out the spare key, and pushed the door in.

　　 Stove, anvil, quenching pool... Zhang Ye recalled the bit by bit of living here with his parents. Although he had accepted the result of his parents' death in battle, his eyes were still full of tears.

　　Gradually, Zhang Ye became angry again. He hated the cultivation of the Northern Territory for killing his parents, and even more hated his inability to avenge him. Zhang Ye grabbed the hammer and hit the anvil fiercely with thunderous noises to vent his anger.

　　 Just when Zhang Ye was so tired and sweating, a voice rang in his mind.

　　 "Ding Dong, the forging system is successfully implanted, and the host status is being tested..."

　　"The host attributes are as follows:

　　Name: Zhang Ye

　　 Xiuwei: Mortals

　　Forging level: 1

　　Forging skills: None

　　Experience value: 0/100

　　"

　　……

　　 "System?" Zhang Ye was taken aback, muttering to himself.

　　 "Host I am here!"

　　 Zhang Ye was taken aback. If he felt that he had heard hallucinations before, now he really heard the answer in his mind, which made him a little bit astonished. He thought that he was overwhelmed by sadness and was insane, otherwise there would be someone in his head talking. ?

　　"The host does not have to worry about his mental state, this system really exists!"

　　"The full name of this system is the forging system, which aims to help the host gradually grow into the **** of forging..."

　　"The current blacksmith shop is being renovated. After the renovation is completed, novice rewards will be issued and forging skills will be obtained-Feijian repair (low-grade artifacts)..."

　　 A series of prompt tones made Zhang Ye gradually understand this forging system, and, out of thin air, he obtained a flying sword repairing skill, which was as proficient as a master who had been a master for decades. This made him overjoyed and also In other words, he can inherit the career of his parents and is more likely to carry forward the blacksmith shop!

　　 Zhang Ye also discovered that everything in the smithy had undergone a systematic transformation. For example, the fire in the furnace had become red, yellow and blue; there were a lot of mysterious lines on the hammer; the originally dry quenching pool was full The colorful liquid; the anvil is as black as ink, but there are many shining particles on it, just like the starry sky at night...

　　 "System, can you tell me about these things?" Zhang Ye has only been in the cultivation world for ten years, so he asked out where he recognized these things.

　　"The fire in the furnace is the true fire of the three flavors, which is immortal for eternity, and can smelt everything in the world; the hammer is the Taoist tool left by the ancient Thor in the world; the water in the quenching pool is the five-color sacred stone of Nuwa Melt; the anvil is made by smelting one hundred thousand stars..."

　　Zhang Ye was shocked. Although he didn't know the value of other things, as the son of a blacksmith, he heard that aisle tools are the top weapons that practitioners all over the world are pursuing! If you use a Dao tool to strike iron, if you let other cultivators know that just by desecrating Dao tools, Zhang Ye will definitely become a public enemy of the whole people in the world of cultivation!

　　 stunned for a long time, Zhang Ye swallowed, and tried to ask: "System, can I use a hammer to fight?" Just kidding, even if you have no cultivation skills, you can throw it Smashed to death a great power.

　　 "All the props provided by this system are forbidden to be used for other purposes." The system said coldly, "But if the host's forging level reaches a certain level, it has the right to change the rules."

　　 Zhang Ye's face was painful, but he was a little relieved when he heard the following words, as long as he worked hard, one day, even a mortal himself could use a hammer to smash the ancestor Yuan Ying!

　　 "Ding Dong, after receiving a novice mission, please help customers repair ten low-grade magic weapon-level flying swords within three days. The task reward-flying sword refinement (low-grade magic weapon), raise the level of cultivation to one level!"

　　Zhang Ye's spiritual masterpiece, to complete the novice task, not only can he gain a new forging skill, but also improve his cultivation level? You know, Zhang Ye has no roots in cultivation, and even his parents gave up on him, only letting him be a rich young master in the mortal world. Now, the forging system can directly improve the cultivation base, and it is possible for Zhang Ye to avenge his parents.

　　 But the prompt that followed by the system poured cold water on Zhang Ye again: "As the future **** of forging, you must have your own dignity and repair with flying swords. You cannot solicit customers by yourself, and the price cannot be too cheap. A charge of one hundred low-grade spirit stones."

　　 The most basic unit of currency in the realm of comprehension is jade. One hundred jade is equal to one low-grade spirit stone. Zhang Ye is stunned. A full 100 low-grade spirit stones can buy a good low-grade flying sword. Who wants to fix it? Zhang Ye asked: "System, you also said that I am the **** of forging in the future. I am not now. Can you give customers a little discount?"

　　 "No." The system did not say why, and simply and rudely rejected Zhang Ye's request. Zhang Ye sighed helplessly, and had to accept the system arrangement.

　　 Zhang Ye pondered that the mission time was only three days. Although it would take less than half an hour to repair a flying sword, he is not well-known now, and the charges are too expensive. So fools come to patronize, right?

　　 Zhang Ye finally decided that sooner rather than later, he should open the door to do business first and see the effect.

　　 Zhang Yegang opened the door and was about to hang the "iron" flag. His parents’ blacksmith shop had no name. According to the rules, the flag was displayed to represent business.

　　 At this time, a few outer disciples of the Lingtai Sect came forward aggressively, with a scorpion on the leader's face, and waved his hand: "Close this shop!"

　　"Yes!" The outer disciple immediately took out the seal and prepared to seal the shop. Zhang Ye was a little dazed, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Several masters, why are you closing my shop?"

　　 "You said it's your shop? That's right, you have a total of 30 low-grade spirit stones, which are three months in arrears, and hand them over to me quickly, otherwise I will close your shop!" He said with his nostrils facing the sky.

　　Lingtai Town is a market town under the jurisdiction of the Xianmen Lingtai Sect. If you do business in the town, you must pay rent to the Lingtai Sect. This is a rule.

　　 Because his parents passed away a few months ago and the shop was unattended, the rent was naturally in arrears. Zhang Ye deliberately wanted to pay the rent, but he touched his arms, only a few pieces of silver in the mortal world. The jade or spirit stone is used, and the gold and silver are worthless.

　　In order to keep his parents' shop, Zhang Ye had to say: "This fairy teacher, can you give me a few days of grace, and I will definitely pay the rent later."

　　 "I don't have money to say a fart, come here, seal up the shop for me!" Ge Zizi rolled his eyes and ordered immediately.

　　 "Master, can you take a step to speak..." Zhang Ye has been in the mortal world for ten years and is so sophisticated. He heard Brother Yu's intention to ask for bribes and tentatively said, "You come to collect the rent in three days, I If you have five more low-grade spirit stones, you will serve as the tea money for the troublesome teacher to take another trip!"

　　 Money can cause ghosts to grind, but the rent collection is postponed for three days. For outer disciples who only have three low-grade spirit stones in their monthly salary, the bribe of five spirit stones is more than enough.

　　 "What do you mean, you want to buy me with five low-grade spirit stones?" Brother Yuzi put his hand on the hilt of the sword righteously, as if he had been greatly humiliated.

　　 Zhang Ye frowned. As a mortal, even if Brother Yu is only an outer disciple of the Lingtai Sect, that is not something he can deal with. Just as Zhang Ye was wondering what went wrong, Brother Yuzi suddenly smiled at him: "What? Ten low-grade spirit stones, then that's OK."

　　 Zhang Ye was startled, fucking, he didn't say anything! But then he came to understand that Brother Yuzi felt that the benefit was too little.

　　Zhang Ye is confident in his craftsmanship. As long as he can open for business, there is no difference between five and ten low-grade spirit stones. He nodded and said: "Yes, ten low-grade spirit stones!"

Brother 　　痦子 felt that Zhang Ye went on the road~IndoMTL.com~ and accepted the team with a smile. Before leaving, he threatened Zhang Ye in a low voice: "If I can’t get the spirit stone in three days, don’t blame me for asking you. Life."

　　 Zhang Ye looked at the departing disciple of the Lingtai Sect, thoughtfully, the poor people of the mortal realm all yearn for the life of a cultivator, but in fact, the spiritual realm is the most cruel and weakest place to eat! If you want not to be bullied, you can only be better than others!

　　Zhang Ye hangs up the flag with the word ‘Iron’, this is his first journey in the spiritual world!

Several disciples from the outer sect of the Lingtai Sect, walking swayingly on the street, one of them asked: "Boss, that guy just now looks like a mortal, how can he get dozens of low-grade spirit stones in three days? ?"

Brother 　　痦子 smiled: "Do you think I didn't see that he is a mortal? Whether he is stealing or robbing him, he pays the rent in three days. I earn ten spiritual stones. If he can't pay, I can be justified. Killing a person, how can I earn it!"

　　 "Boss wise!" One ticket's subordinates slapped the flattery quickly.

　　 Just as a few people swaggered across the market, Brother Junzi suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of inner disciples dressed in blue. He trot over and flattered: "Senior brother and sister, I don’t know what the wind is bringing you here? What’s the matter? Need the help of the younger brother?"

　　Ling Taizong, the outer disciples wear Tsing Yi, the inner disciples wear blue clothes, and the true disciples wear purple clothes. They are strictly hierarchical, so Brother Yuzi behaved bowingly.

　　 The inner disciples in blue clothes are a male and a female. The male looks handsome, with sword eyebrows and stars, and the name is Duguce; the female is petite, lovely, slim, and is called Han Ling'er.

　　 Duguce looked at Brother Junzi in front of him, and there was a touch of disdain in his eyes: "Are you the outer disciples in charge of Lingtai Town? Just so, my junior sister’s flying sword is damaged. You can help me introduce a home that can repair the flying sword. The smithy of the sword."