Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 130: Ten spirit stones

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At this time, Lin Fei saw clearly for the first time that this unshaven swordsmith was actually quite young, probably in his twenties. It was only because of his shabby, dirty and torn clothes and messy beard. He looks a lot older than his actual age.

"You said..." The swordsmith opened his eyes wide, and swallowed his mouth with difficulty: "You said you want to buy my swordsmith shop?"

Lin Fei nodded: "Yes."

"Boss, please here, please here..." The swordsmith was shocked for a moment, and then squeezed out a flattering smile, and graciously invited Lin Fei to the chair, as if he wanted to please Lin. Fei sat down, only after looking at it and found that the chair was too dirty, and quickly wiped it with his sleeves several times: "Look at the location of my sword casting workshop, the most golden part of the North City. There is not a single monk passing by here every day. There are also eight thousand..."

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

“Also, my melting pot is not an ordinary melting pot. My master spent hundreds of years traveling around the world of Luofu, collecting 998 kinds of innate gold for casting, and spent more time Hundreds of years have attracted the two great earth veins of the Taiyin and the Sun. In this furnace, the Yin and Yang are in harmony with the dragon and the tiger. I tell you that even if a piece of common iron is thrown in, you can refine a magic weapon..."

"There are only 72 kinds of innate gold..." Lin Fei couldn't listen anymore.

"Huh?" The swordsmith was visibly stunned, but the awkward smile on his face only stopped for a moment, and then he enthusiastically promoted: "Don't worry about these details, anyway, my melting pot has a lot of history. By the way, look, the golden location, the congenital melting pot, and the two veins of the lunar sun are considered to be given to you by me. It is not too much to sell you a hundred thousand spiritual stones, right?"

"One hundred thousand spirit stones?"

"Yes, yes, one hundred thousand spirit stones, boss, let me tell you, this price is really not expensive, look at this lot, look at this melting pot, buy one hundred thousand spirit stones, or you can just buy it in a year Can pay back..."

"There are ten spirit stones on my body..."

"..." The swordsmith's voice stopped abruptly, and the flattering smile was instantly put away, and he patted Lin Fei who was sitting on the chair: "Get up, go straight, remember to help me close the door." /

"..." Lin Fei scratched his head, and got up from the chair a little bit quizzically. This is really faster than turning a book...

However, after standing up, Lin Fei did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out a stone and placed it next to the furnace. Then he left the sword forging workshop, and just said before going out: "If you change your mind, You can come to Dongcheng Inn to find me."

"Do not send..."

Another half an hour later, a middle-aged monk walked into the Sword Casting Workshop cursingly.

"Those shameless people of the Qianshan Sect have known Lingshi Lingshi Lingshi all day long, mining fifty spiritual stones, and collecting 30 spiritual stones. This broken place is even more outrageous. It takes ten and a half months. No one passed by, and he actually wanted a hundred spirit stones for a month..." After scolding the Qianshan Sect, he kicked the young swordsmith who was closing his eyes on the recliner: "Little rabbit, don't do it all day. The only thing I know is to sleep, go quickly, take the two swords I made yesterday and grind them, and wait for a fat sheep to come and see if I can sell them to him..."

"I rely on..." When the middle-aged monk kicked over the recliner, the young swordsmith suddenly fell to the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he subconsciously started to curse, but he was just half cursed but suddenly stunned: "Master, why is your old man back..."

"If I don't come back, how do you know that you have been sleeping most of the day?" The middle-aged monk's expression was a little ill.

"I was wrong, I was wrong..." Before the middle-aged monk went crazy, the young swordsmith had already admitted his mistakes again and again, and after that, he raised the recliner and used his sleeves fiercely. After wiping it a few times, he waited for the middle-aged monk to sit down: "Your old man has worked hard all the way, and the disciple will pour water for you..."

"Okay, come back." The middle-aged cultivator glared at the young swordsmith, sitting on the recliner for a while and then asked, "Is there any business coming to my door for a few days after I've been out?"

"This..." Upon hearing this, the young swordsman had a face that looked like a bitter gourd: "It's not that your old man doesn't know that no one may pass by in this place for ten and a half months, let's talk about it. With the craftsmanship of your old man, there are only one hundred spiritual stones and two hundred spiritual stones in his mouth. Even if there is a business, he will be scared away..."

"Are you itchy?"

"No, no..." The young swordsmith hurriedly shook his head. When he was about to pour water for his master, he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, Master, there was a big deal just now. Business is here!"

"Oh?"

"There is a kid who said he wants to buy our sword workshop!"

"Damn!" The middle-aged monk jumped up, clutching the collar of the young swordsmith, and asked again and again: "Where is the man, where is the man?"

"It's been a while..."

"How can you let people go?" The middle-aged monk almost went crazy, pointing to the nose of the young swordsmith and cursing: "How do I usually teach you? The visitor is the guest and your parents. , Even if you don’t respect your master, it doesn’t matter, but you must take care of your guests. Hurry up and show me where you are heading. I’ll go and chase people back!"

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

"..."

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

Looking at the young swordsmith in a daze, after a full incense stick, he stretched out a finger and asked with some difficulty: "Ten spirit stones?"

"Yes, just ten spirit stones..."

After a long while, the middle-aged monk cursed with a sad look: "Asshole!"

After cursing, it seemed that I wanted to turn my grief and anger into swordsmanship. I drank a few sips of water poured by my apprentice, then rolled up my sleeves and walked to the furnace to activate the true essence and ignite the ground fire under the furnace... …

It's just that when I was about to invest in refined iron, I suddenly discovered that there was something lying next to the furnace.

"En?" The middle-aged cultivator was a little weird. He reached out and took the thing over, and looked at it. It seemed to be a stone, but he didn’t know what happened. The middle-aged cultivator always felt that this stone was a little strange... …

After thinking about it, the middle-aged monk tried to pour a strand of true essence into the stone, but soon, a look of surprise appeared on the middle-aged monk's face.

True yuan can't be injected?