The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 22: Where is the clerk?

　　 Rakshasa is the guardian of the underworld, and at the same time the evil spirit, immortal, if allowed to descend on the spiritual world or the mortal world, it will suffocate the creatures and cause catastrophe.

The elder 　　 saw that the crack was torn apart, he slapped his heart, and spit out a mass of blood and flew towards the dim soul gathering streamer.

The 　　 Soul Gathering Banner has the essence and blood blessing of the great elder, the brilliance is flowing, and the evil spirit is soaring. Under the control of the great elder, it is like a piece of cloth, which wraps the gap layer by layer.

　　 Rakshasa's hands are struggling and tearing in the spirit gathering flags. The mana of the great elder is like a river rushing. Don't inject money into the spirit gathering flags to suppress the agitation of the Rakshasa.

　　 To the back, the elder's noodles were like hot gilding, almost to the point where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, then Rakshasa gradually stopped struggling.

　　 The Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to remove the soul gathering flag, but suddenly, the Rakshasa hand in the soul gathering flag increased its strength, and the soul gathering flag bulged a sharp, hissing sound, the ugly hand of Rakshasa. , Appeared in this world.

　　 The great elder spouted a mouthful of blood and almost couldn't stand his figure. If Han Linger hadn't seen the chance quickly, he would quickly hold the great elder, otherwise the ancestor of the primordial infant would have to sit on the ground.

　　 But the elder didn’t consider his injury, he just stared straight at the Rakshasa hand, and immediately used the remaining mana, ready to fight Raksha. At this moment, a figure in Tsing Yi looked like a thunder. Come to the ground.

　　The person here wore a veil on their face, like a young girl of sixteen or seventeen, but she was unparalleled in power, and all the people present had an impulse to worship.

　　 "Sovereign Lord!" The Grand Elder breathed a sigh of relief, showing shame on his face.

　　 "Hmm!" The Tsing Yi girl didn't turn her head, but only faintly agreed. Then she pulled out the saber around her waist and let out a clear whistle.

　　 The sword power is like a dragon, like the world, the invincible Rakshasa hand, breaking at the sound, black blood gushing out.

　　 A roar of Raksha came from the crack between the two worlds, but it suffered a loss and did not dare to break through the crack forcibly and retreated to the underworld.

　　The cracks in time and space disappeared. The girl in Tsing Yi stretched out her hand, and the soul-gathering flag fell into her hand, her eyebrows frowned: "It has been kept for a hundred years, no longer used."

　　 The voice of the girl in Tsing Yi was very pleasant, but Han Wushuang on the side listened to it, like falling into the ice cellar. He must no longer use the soul gathering flag for a hundred years. The dream of resurrecting his wife will be put on indefinitely.

　　The great elder respectfully took over the soul gathering banner: "Follow the command of the lord."

　　The girl in Tsing Yi glanced at Han Wushuang's father and daughter, did not say anything, turned into a blue light and disappeared.

The great elder 　　 took the soul gathering flag and looked at Han Wushuang who was stunned, and persuaded: "The soul gathering flag has been exhausted and the lamp is withered. If it is used forcibly again, it will not only have no effect but will be completely destroyed. I just want to leave you a hope, I hope you can understand her old man's good intentions."

　　Han Wushuang was lifted up by Han Ling'er, and his expression was a bit miserable: "The disciple understands, but I am a little unwilling."

　　 Immediately, Han Wushuang took his daughter and saluted the elder: "Thank you for the elder's help."

　　Although Zhao Ya's soul was not recovered from the underworld, the elder was seriously injured for this, so naturally he was very grateful. Moreover, if Han Wushuang controlled the soul gathering flag, he didn't know what the consequences would be. The fierceness of the Rakshasa would make people feel lingering now.

The elder 　　 didn't help, and he didn't feel uncomfortable. He sighed and left.

　　Han Ling'er comforted her father for a while. In order to divert her attention, she asked: "Father, why the lord looks so young?"

　　Han Ling'er had only heard that the lord was a female monk. Today, it was the first time she saw her, so she naturally felt curious.

　　Han Wushuang came back to his senses, his face was solemn and awe-inspiring: "The sect master is extremely talented, and he is young and enlightened, so youth stays forever!" Han Wushuang paused, remembering something, "By the way, how did you ask the elder to help? Shot it?"

　　Han Ling'er didn’t know how to explain the strange task of the elder to his father. After hesitating for a while, he said: “It’s nothing big, just help the sect run errands.”

　　Han Wushuang didn’t think much about it. Every disciple would help the sect to do what he could, and he also had the obligation to keep it confidential. He nodded: "No matter how big or small the matter is, you must do your best."

　　 "Yeah." Han Linger blushed and nodded.

　　……

　　Zhang Ye has been busy from morning till evening. When he repaired the last flying sword, there was a ding in his mind, and the system prompted: "The experience value is full, the forging level is increased, and the host attributes are as follows——

　　Name: Zhang Ye

　　 repair base: early stage of foundation construction

　　Forging level: 3

　　Forging skills: creating flying swords (extreme magical artifacts), refining flying swords (low-grade magical weapons), repairing flying swords (low-grade magical weapons)

　　Experience value: 0/1000

　　"

　　 Zhang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he finally upgraded without losing his effort.

　　"Since the host's forging level has reached 3, open the material mall..."

　　 This is the most anticipated feature of Zhang Ye. In the future, you will no longer have to run the materials around to create magical instruments. It is more worry-free to buy directly in the material store.

　　 According to the method taught by the system, Zhang Ye put his consciousness into the material mall. There are endless materials, including metals, ores, and crystals. There are thousands of types. Even the extinct materials in the world are also inside. Piled up into hills.

　　 The system says that these materials will be automatically replenished after they are used, so there is no need to worry about running out. Of course, there is a prerequisite for Zhang Ye to have enough money.

　　Zhang Ye has opened a shop for so many days. Although he has been exploited by the system, he still has a poor family background. He is thinking about the process of trying to buy some metal in the material mall.

　　 Zhang Ye saw the fine iron piled into hills, and the listed price was five low-grade spirit stones, Zhang Ye smiled from ear to ear, at least ten thousand catties of fine iron, so cheap? Zhang Ye pondered, buying the materials from the system, and then reselling them to the monks outside, there will be hundreds of thousands of profits. This must be a loophole in the system, but Xiaoye is not so stupid to report.

　　 Fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with the system, the joy is endless. Zhang Ye held back his smile and waved his hand: "Here is five yuan."

The 　　 system deducted five low-grade spirit stones. When Zhang Ye was wondering where to pile 10,000 jin of fine iron, a fist-sized fine iron appeared in Zhang Ye's hand.

　　"The system, the sample is good, but what about other fine irons?" Zhang Ye asked with a smile.

　　"The fine iron sells for five lower-grade spirit stones per catty, and it has been successfully purchased." The system said coldly.

　　 "Fuck..." Zhang Ye was stunned, dare to be in love with those listed prices, what does it mean per catty? Then this is not cheap at all, but expensive to the sky, it's really a black shop!

　　 Zhang Ye angrily said: "Even if the fine iron outside, a low-grade spirit stone can be bought for two catties, you are too dark, I protest!"

　　 "If the host doesn't need it, this system can uninstall the material mall." The system choked back with a single sentence. Zhang Ye is so angry, now he can feel the customers' feelings.

　　 Looking at a pound of fine iron worth five pieces of low-grade spirit stones in his hand, Zhang Ye was really dumbfounded. He really wanted to uninstall this ten times more expensive material mall. But then Zhang Ye realized that there are many extinct treasures in the material mall. Anyway, the wool is on the sheep, and the material mall will be useful in the future, and he said: "Forget it, keep it." /

　　 Not long after, the system screamed: "The host’s forging level reaches 3, and the task of receiving the current level: as the future forging god, how can he be entangled in mundane affairs, recruit a clerk, and reward the Feijian forging gift package (French Level)."

　　 Flying Sword Forging Gift Pack, contains all the forging techniques of Flying Sword. As long as it is at the level of the magical artifact, no matter which grade it is, it can be repaired, refined or forged. This is exactly what Zhang Ye needs at the moment, because he Now he doesn't dare to do the business of top-grade magical instruments, and only dares to repair and refine lower-grade magical instruments. The money is too slow. This is what he often laments. Being too good is also a burden.

　　 As for the task of recruiting shop assistants, it was easy. With the reputation of the smithy now, let alone mortals, I am afraid that the cultivators will rush to work in the smithy.

　　 But then Zhang Ye frowned again. Although it is easy to recruit a clerk, it is difficult to recruit a clerk with good personal qualities. After all, everyone has a blacksmith shop, and as a boss, he can resist the temptation (in fact There is systematic supervision), but the clerk cannot stand the sugar-coated cannonballs, and accept the benefits, which will ruin the reputation of the blacksmith shop.

　　 After thinking about it, Zhang Yesi decided to put it off for two days before considering hiring a clerk.

　　 The next day, Zhang Ye opened the door to do business and saw Han Ling'er in the crowd at a glance. She is the only friend of Zhang Ye who came to the realm of comprehension. She said in a rare greeting: "Fairy Han, are you here again? Does it matter? Is it something?"

　　 "No, I just want you to help repair the flying sword." Han Ling'er was a little afraid to look at Zhang Ye's eyes, and said in a panic.

　　 "Oh, then show me the flying sword?" Zhang Ye asked.

　　Han Linger shook his head: "They came first. You can help them repair the flying sword first."

　　 "That's OK." Zhang Ye didn't refuse either, after all, it would be Han Linger's turn after all.

　　 But once Zhang Ye got up to work~IndoMTL.com~ I forgot everything and only knew how to make swords. And Han Linger brought six broken flying swords, not wanting to delay other people's time, and always letting others...

　　 In the afternoon, Zhang Ye finished his last flying sword, thinking that it was about to close the door, but suddenly he saw that Han Ling'er hadn't left yet, and wondered: "Fairy Han, why are you still here? I'm going to close the door. "

　　Han Ling'er came back to his senses, oh, he was about to leave, Zhang Ye patted his forehead, and remembered something: "Did I forget to repair the flying sword for you?"

　　 "It's okay." Anyway, this is a long-term task. Don't worry, and Han Linger doesn't want Zhang Ye to work overtime after a day of tiredness, so he plans to come back tomorrow and leave.

　　 "Wait." Zhang Ye pondered, this was his own negligence, and stopped Han Linger, "It won't be long, I'll fix it for you."

　　 didn't wait for Han Ling'er to refuse, Zhang Ye took the Universe Bag in her hand and took out six damaged flying swords. Zhang Ye originally thought that only one flying sword needed to be repaired. He never thought there would be six.

　　Han Linger was embarrassed and said: "These are all the damaged flying swords in the Zongmen warehouse. I'll come back tomorrow."

When 　　 said something, splashed out the water, Zhang Ye took a flying sword and walked into the backstage: "Help me close the door."

　　 closed the door because he was afraid that other monks would also come to ask Zhang Ye to work overtime, but he did not intend to give others face.

　　 Han Ling'er couldn't refuse, so he obeyed Zhang Ye's instructions and closed the gate of the blacksmith shop.

　　 The moment when he closed the door, Han Ling'er suddenly thought that Zhang Ye had always got off work on time, and never wanted to work overtime to make swords for himself. The most important thing is that lone men and widows live in the same room. Thinking of this, Han Ling'er blushed. I am hot, my heart is pounding...