The Magical Blacksmith

　　 "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, a handsome man, I'm 10,000 times more handsome than him!"

　　 "Oh..."

　　 The monks who lined up outside the smithy did not discuss the result. They curiously put their ears on the door, and wanted to hear the movement inside. As a result, 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 all in my hands, it's sticky, so disgusting." After a while, Han Linger exclaimed...

Everyone outside the door made up a scene that was not suitable for children, and was so angry that Senior Sister Ling'er, the goddess of all the disciples of the Lingtai Sect, could be so ruined. A group of people smashed the door: "Zhang Ye, you beast, come out. Die!"

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

　　 "Zhang Ye, I used to respect you as a man with real abilities. I never thought you were so daring, so I dared to force our sister Ling'er... to do that nasty thing, I will do it for the heavens!"

　　 "Chop off your little hook!"

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

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

　　 "What do you know in your heart!" The monks were annoyed, "Then I ask you, what is so hard?"

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

Zhang Ye looked at the pangolin in Han Linger's hand, thinking of the monks' words, he had a sudden realization. He glanced at these monks disgustingly, and said: "Just now, I found a pangolin in the shop. It was so hard. The only thing 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 were annoyed and said, "Sophistry, then you talk about something, if you touch its head, you will spit!"

　　 "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 to beat Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye looked at this group of people with a smile. Only those who ransack would think of others too. It got so dirty.

Zhang Ye sighed, took the pangolin from Han Linger's hand, and touched its head. The pangolin looked like a baby who was so angry and aggrieved. He spit out a lot of saliva, and sprayed the young man who jumped the most fiercely. face……

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

　　 "Ahem, what, I have to continue to comprehend 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. He sighed, "My heart is so tired, I am going to take a day off tomorrow."

　　 "Boss Zhang, you can't do this!"

　　 "Boss Zhang, can't I make a mistake? 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 help but 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 to the end.

"It's not a high-level martial arts. After ordinary people are trained, they will fight one out of five, and the masters can only fight one out of ten..." Zhang Ye didn't continue to say this. Go, once the sword is practiced, he never gets distracted.

After Han Ling'er heard this, she was a little disgusted. 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. As expected, it is not an advanced martial arts school. Then, Han Linger Putting this matter behind, watched Zhang Ye's sword intently.

　　 Zhang Yexiu sword, no matter how damaged, 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 in the night, Zhang Ye put the flying sword into the universe bag and handed it to Han Ling'er: "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. Could it be that Zhang Ye saw that it was too late and wanted to keep me? What to do, dad said that girls can’t just live outside...

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

Zhang Ye was holding that aggrieved pangolin. The little guy didn’t know what was going on. He punched a hole and hit Zhang Ye’s shop. Zhang Ye decided to release it back to the mountain, otherwise it would be caught by others, and it would definitely be boiled. Soup, it's not easy 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 have much interaction and they didn’t have any 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 poetry to talking about the philosophy of life, Zhang Ye was not as reticent as when he opened a store, and 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 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 to keep the body intact? 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.

The two 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. If they can repair the spirit weapon, there is no need to wait for a hundred years. Up.

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

　　 Both of them fell into grief, silent, and their feet were heavy.

　　 After a short while, Zhang Ye suddenly came back to his senses: "Is it 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 dissatisfiedly, meaning that I had passed several mountains and didn't put me down yet.

　　 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 store, is actually a very gentle person, as can be seen from the release of pangolins. And along the way, he did not deliberately indulge himself like other monks, UU reading www.uukanshu. com makes Han Ling'er feel good.

"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 him on foot and felt warm. of.

　　 "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 stunned. 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 he was about to sigh, Fairy Han, hello, unrestrained, but he suddenly discovered that several treasured swords were spinning over the two of them. If Han Linger hadn’t thrown them down, I’m afraid now , Zhang Ye has long been divided into 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 neither humans nor ghosts, carrying big swords, walked out in a dauntless manner: "Squatting for so many days, I didn't expect to meet a beautiful woman."

　　 "People of the Blood God Sect?" Han Ling'er 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 as powerful as the Lingtai Sect, but between the two sects, thousands of miles away, these disciples of the Blood God Sect came all the way to do it. What, it's impossible to travel anyway.

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