The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 23: So much love

　　"Hey, Boss Zhang is closed, why didn't Senior Sister Ling'er come out?"

　　"There is a rumor that Boss Zhang and Senior Sister Ling'er are eye-catching, could it be..."

　　"Nonsense, how could Senior Sister Ling'er fall in love with Zhang Ye, this man, I am 10,000 times handsomer than him!"

　　 "Oh..."

　　 The monks lined up outside the blacksmith's shop did not discuss the result, and curiously put their ears on the door, wanting to hear the movement inside, but they turned pale.

　　 I only heard Han Linger say: "So big, so hard!"

　　 "If you don't believe me, touch its head, this little guy will spit..." Zhang Ye smiled.

　　 "Ah, I got it in my hands. It's sticky and disgusting." After a while, Han Linger exclaimed...

　　 Everyone outside the door made up a scene that was unsuitable for children. They were so angry that Senior Sister Ling'er was the goddess of all the disciples of the Lingtai Sect. How could she be so ruined? A group of people smashed the door: "Zhang Ye, you Animals, come out and die!"

　　 Not long after, Zhang Ye opened the door of the shop and looked at the enthusiastic monk with a bewildered expression: "What is noisy? It's off work now."

　　"Zhang Ye, in the past, I still respected you as a man with real ability. I never thought you were so daring, so I dared to force our sister Ling'er... to do things that wait and be ridiculous, I want to do things for the heavens. !"

　　 "Chop off your little hook!"

　　 The monks were filled with righteous indignation, pulled out their swords, and condemned Zhang Ye.

　　 gall in color? Do nasty things? Zhang Ye was even more puzzled, and said at a loss: "What did I do for me?"

　　 "What are you doing, you know!" The monks were annoyed, "Then I will ask you, what is so big and hard?"

　　 At this time, Han Ling'er also heard the movement, and walked out with a pangolin in his arms, with a look of confusion.

　　Zhang Ye looked at the pangolin in Han Linger's hand, thinking of the monks, he had a sense of realization. He glanced at these monks disgustingly, and said: "Just now in the shop, I found a pangolin, great. Hard, what it describes is its size and carapace."

　　 The monks were startled and looked at the pangolin in Han Ling'er's arms. They were indeed quite big, but the monks angrily said: "Sophistry, then you talk about something, if you touch its head, you will spit. Ah!"

　　"Also, what is slimy, I got Sister Linger's hand..."

　　 "Indecent, perverted!"

　　 There was a young guy who jumped the most fiercely. If it weren’t for being dragged by someone, he would have rushed up to beat Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye looked at this group with a smile. Only the people who ransacked would beat Zhang Ye. Others also want to be so sloppy.

　　 Zhang Ye sighed, took the pangolin from Han Linger's hand, and touched its head. The pangolin looked like a baby so angry and aggrieved. He vomited a lot of saliva and sprayed the one that jumped most fiercely. 'S young man has a look...

　　 The monks froze suddenly, looked at the pangolin in surprise, and then at Han Ling'er in surprise. Everyone blushed, and everything was a misunderstanding.

　　 "Ahem, what, I have to continue to understand the road."

　　 "Pharaoh, don't you want to write a textbook for breeding high-yield pigs recently? Come on, let's have a good discussion..."

　　 The monks were playing haha, and they went back to the shop and lined up obediently. Zhang Ye was wronged. How could he let everyone go so easily, and sighed: "My heart is so tired, I am going to go out of business tomorrow." /

　　 "Boss Zhang, you can't do this!"

　　 "Boss Zhang, can't I be wrong if I am wrong, I slap my mouth..." the monks begged, but Zhang Ye ignored him and closed the door again.

　　 Han Ling'er pondered for a long time, but she didn’t know what everyone was talking about because she was learning rich and five cars. She couldn’t hold back, and asked: "Zhang Ye, what did you say just now, why didn’t I understand a word?"

　　 "A martial arts." Zhang Ye didn't know how to explain, he said vaguely, and then went back to the backstage to prepare for the sword.

　　 "What martial arts? Why haven't I heard of it." Han Ling'er was eager to learn, as if she broke the casserole and asked.

　　 "It's not a high-level martial arts. After ordinary people are trained, they will fight one out of five, and the masters will fight each other. They can only fight one out of ten..." Zhang Ye did not continue when he said this. Going further, once he refines the sword, he never gets distracted.

　　Han Ling'er felt a little disgusted after hearing this. This martial arts is too wasteful. He can only fight one out of five and become a master, but he can only fight one out of ten. It really is not a high-level martial arts. Immediately, Han Linger left the matter behind and watched Zhang Ye's sword intently.

　　Zhang Yexiujian, no matter the degree of damage, he will spend half an hour carefully polishing it, after all, he must be worthy of the price paid by the customer.

　　After the six flying swords were hit, it was late at night, Zhang Ye put the flying sword into the universe bag and handed it to Han Linger: "Sorry, let you wait so late."

　　 "No, I am embarrassed, let you work overtime until now." After Han Linger thanked him, he was about to leave.

　　Zhang Ye said: "Wait."

　　Han Ling'er's cheeks flushed and her heart beat faster. Did Zhang Ye see that it was too late and wanted to keep me? What to do, dad said that girls can’t live outside casually...

　　Han Ling'er was thinking about how to refuse to appear rude, Zhang Ye put on a coat and said: "I will give you a paragraph, by the way, put this little guy back on the mountain."

　　Zhang Ye is holding the aggrieved pangolin. This little guy somehow got into Zhang Ye’s shop. Zhang Ye decided to release it back to the mountain, otherwise he would be caught by someone else. It's not easy for a broth to grow such a big head.

　　Han Ling'er was a little disappointed when he heard this, but then he was relieved again: "Okay."

　　 The two came out from the side door and walked side by side on the quiet street. Neither of them spoke. After all, they didn’t meet much and didn’t share a common language.

　　It was embarrassing to walk like this. Zhang Ye thought about it and decided to make a good start: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

　　 Han Ling'er looked up to the sky, and said in doubt: "There is no moon tonight."

　　 "Then you must have never heard the term Yiren Ruyue." Zhang Ye sighed.

　　Han Ling'er covered his mouth and smiled, and the two of them disappeared from the embarrassment. Gradually, from poetry and poems to the philosophy of life, Zhang Ye was not as reticent as he was when he opened a store. He often made Han Ling'er laugh.

　　 Actually, Zhang Ye did not deliberately please Han Ling'er, but Zhang Ye came to Lingtai Town, alone and without many friends. He finally met someone who could open up his heart and was very talkative.

　　 When it was learned that Han Ling'er's mother was also dead in the two-domain war, Zhang Ye and her pity each other with the same illness. In this two-domain war, how many wives were scattered and their families were destroyed.

　　 "What, can the soul gathering flags of the Lingtai Sect bring people back to life?" Zhang Ye was very excited when he learned about the soul gathering flags.

　　 "As long as the body is well preserved, the soul gathering flag can retrieve the human soul." Han Linger said here, "It's a pity that the soul gathering flag is damaged and it takes a hundred years of warming up before it can be used again."

　　 Need the body to be well preserved? Zhang Ye was a little bit lost. His parents were just artisans with the army, and the corpses were never brought back. He wanted to use the spirit gathering flags of the Lingtai Sect to resurrect his parents, but he didn't think about it, after all.

　　 fell silent again. In fact, the reason why Han Linger revealed the soul gathering flags, she also hoped, because Zhang Ye is the most talented forging person she has ever seen. Need to wait for a hundred years.

　　 But looking at Zhang Ye's dejected look, Han Linger knew that he was thinking too much. Although Zhang Ye had a talent for forging, he was limited to flying swords.

　　 both fell into grief, silent, and their feet were heavy.

　　 After a short while, Zhang Ye suddenly came back to his senses: "Is this all to the boundary of the Lingtai Sect?" He walked too deeply and even forgot the journey.

　　 The pangolin in Zhang Ye's hand was spitting out dissatisfiedly, meaning that I had passed several mountains and would not let me down.

　　Zhang Ye smiled and put down the pangolin: "Silly hang, don't run to town anymore."

　　 The pangolin's head didn't turn back, and it slipped into the bushes and disappeared.

　　 Han Ling'er felt that Zhang Ye, although he was unkind when he opened the shop, was actually a very gentle person, as you can see from the release of pangolins. And along the way, he didn't deliberately indulge himself like other monks ~ IndoMTL.com~ made Han Ling'er more affectionate.

　　 "Zhang Ye, then I'm going back." Han Ling'er didn't know if Zhang Ye deliberately sent herself to the mountain gate. Although she could have flown home with the sword after leaving Lingtai Town, Zhang Ye sent it off on foot. It's warm in my heart.

　　 "Okay, be careful on the road." After Zhang Ye finished speaking, he was about to leave.

　　 But suddenly, Han Ling'er opened his arms and rushed towards Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye was a little surprised. What is this?

　　 Zhang Ye consciously opened his arms and prepared to catch Han Ling'er. Unexpectedly, Han Ling'er threw Zhang Ye to the ground.

　　 Zhang Ye was crushed under his body and fell into a stalemate. He was about to sigh, Fairy Han, hello, unrestrained, but he suddenly discovered that several treasured knives were spinning over the two of them, if not for Han Linger to throw him down. , I’m afraid now, Zhang Ye has already become two sections...

　　Han Ling'er and Zhang Ye faced each other, her cheeks flushed, but then turned upside down, Feihong Sword was already in her hand.

　　Han Ling'er looked at a jungle vigilantly: "Bold, how dare you run wild in the realm of the Lingtai Sect, and you won't be able to catch it without your hands?"

　　 Hey laughter came from the woods. Two monks with no ghosts or ghosts, carrying big swords, walked out arrogantly: "Squatting for so many days, I did not expect to meet a beautiful woman."

　　"People of the Blood God Sect?" Han Linger frowned, and then scolded, "What are you doing here in my Lingtai Sect?"

　　 Zhang Ye also got up. He had heard of the Blood God Sect, which is the same powerful sect as the Lingtai Sect, but between the two sects, they are thousands of miles away. These disciples of the Blood God Sect are far away. Whatever you are doing, it is impossible to travel anyway.

　　 "Our Ma family brothers intend to kill a few lonely Lingtai sect disciples to make meritorious service, but now..." The leader Ma licked his lips, "I am going to take you back, so I love..."