The Magical Blacksmith

Hanyin Juemai is one of countless physiques for cultivation. Because it is more effective in practice, it is easy to be mistaken for Xuanbing Divine Vessel. It is a pity that a monk with Hanyin Juemai will have a cold toxin attack when he is twenty years old. The internal organs freeze and die.

　　 Zhang Ye eagerly said: "Is there a way to save lives?"

　　 "The reason why it is called Juemai, it is an incurable disease." Ahua sighed, but he seemed to remember something, "However, there is a declining Demon Dao sect..."

　　Lingtai Sect, the lord Su Jin sits in the hall, and the doorman announces: "Enlighten the lord, the emissary of the demon sect asks for a meeting, this is a greeting."

　　 Su Jin glanced at the greeting note: "Xuan."

　　 Not long after, two fierce old women entered the main hall, both of them were the ancestors of Yuan Ying. The moment they saw Su Jin, they were a little surprised. A suzerain was so young? But the two dared not make extra moves, and immediately bowed to salute: "Junior Xuanyou, Xuanming, have seen the Lingtai Sect Master."

　　Through the greeting post, Su Jin knew the identities of these two people, they were the elders of the Demon Cult of the Western Regions, and nodded: "No gift."

　　 "Thank you Sect Master." The two old women stood up, looked at each other, and couldn't wait to say, "Sect Master, where is the disciple who has the cold and yin bloodline?"

　　 I could hear that these two old women were extremely excited.

　　 As for the people of this demon sect, why come to the Lingtai Sect of the Eastern Region, I have to talk about the last time the great elder used the soul gathering banner to call the soul. That was the first time that Su Jin saw Han Ling'er, and she discovered that Han Ling'er had a cold and yin deadly pulse. She kept it in her heart and paid attention to the cure.

　　 Later, it was found that there was a defeated Demon Dao sect in the Western Regions, the founder of the ancestor, and also the cold and yin deadly vein. Presumably this demon sect has a way to restrain the cold and yin deadly vein, so Su Jin sent a letter to the demon sect.

　　 "Then you tell me first, can you really cure the cold and yin?" Su Jin's voice is stern, if these two dared to tell a lie, she would do it mercilessly.

　　Xuanyou Xuanming glanced at each other, and solemnly said: "This involves some secrets of the sect, but I am willing to make a heart demon oath, as long as it is cold and yin, it can definitely be saved."

　　 Su Jin saw that the two were not fooling, so he ordered: "Come here, go and bring Han Wushuang and his daughter."

　　 Not long after, Han Wushuang's father and daughter entered the main hall in doubt. The two elders of the Xuan clan caught Han Ling'er at a glance and couldn't help but nod their heads.

　　Han Wushuang first gave a salute to Su Jin: "Sect Master, I don't know how to call the father and daughter of his subordinates, what's your order?"

　　 "Wushuang, you know, Han Ling'er has a cold and deadly pulse!" Su Jin said directly without being oblique.

　　 Han Wushuang was hit hard, looking at Han Ling'er, couldn't believe it, "Isn't it Xuanbing's divine vein?"

　　 At this time, the second elder of the Xuan clan stood up and said, "This woman has the cold and yin Jue Vein, not the Xuan Bing Divine Vein."

　　 Han Wushuang was very sad and angry: "Who are you?"

　　 "Western Demon Sect, Xuanyou, Xuanming." The two elders of the Xuan family briefly introduced themselves.

　　 The Western Regions are too far from the Eastern Regions. Han Wushuang has never heard of this so-called Demon Cult. He drew his sword angrily: "Bold, how dare people from the Demon Path come to my Eastern Region to fight wildly?"

　　 Since ancient times, righteous and evil do not stand between righteousness and evil. The Eastern Region prides itself on the righteous way, and is naturally hostile to the Western Regions. Even if the two elders of the Xuan clan are the ancestors of Yuan Ying, Han Wushuang is angry and has no fear.

　　 "Wushuang, stop!" Su Jin scolded, "The second Xuan family is always here to help treat the cold and yin Juemei."

　　 Han Wushuang was startled, and took the sword in doubt: "Really?"

　　 Han Ling'er has read many books and heard that he is cold and cold, and he is bound to die, but listening to the suzerain, it seems that there has been a turn for the better?

　　Xuan You Xuanming didn’t explain too much, but came to Han Ling’er, “Your name is Ling’er, right? Can you let me explore my pulse?”

　　 "Okay." Han Ling'er was a little frightened, but still stretched out his wrist.

　　Xuan You Xuanming each held one of Han Ling'er's wrists, felt them carefully, and praised them: "Okay, very good!"

　　Han Wushuang felt that his daughter was terminally ill and was distraught, but the two demon old women actually agreed that if Su Jin hadn't been there, Han Wushuang would have already drew his sword.

　　 "Can it be treated?" Su Jin added, "Remuneration is not a problem."

　　 "Return to the Sect Master, it can be cured." Xuan You Xuanming glanced at each other, and clasped his fists, "But, we need the rewards, lest your sect will not give up."

　　 When Han Wushuang heard that it could be cured, he thought about it a little bit, but the two elders of the Xuan family were angry with the lion's open posture.

　　 "Oh? Let's listen." Su Jin is not sad or happy, and has made up his mind, as long as he can get something that he can get, he will never be stingy.

　　 The two elders of the Xuan clan said: "The treatment of cold and yin dead veins involves some secrets of this sect. Therefore, the reward we want is to let Han Ling'er belong to my magic sect!"

　　Han Wushuang scolded angrily: "I belong to the enchantment sect? If I want to be beautiful, even if my daughter dies, she is also a righteous person. How can she be in harmony with you!"

　　Han Wushuang is a very pedantic person. Su Jin didn't want to say anything, but just looked at Han Linger: "I don't have any opinions, what do you mean by yourself?"

Han Ling'er didn't want to offend his father, and he didn't want to abandon the Lingtai Sect. He was about to refuse. The two elders of the Xuan clan suddenly said, "Ling'er girl, the right path of the devil is three thousand avenues. There is no difference between different paths. It is just the prejudice of the world. "

　　 "Besides joining my Demon Cult, I can guarantee that it will not only cure your cold and yin pulse, but it will also allow your cultivation base to advance by leaps and bounds!"

　　Han Ling'er heard the rapid progress in her cultivation, and she was a little moved: "Really?" She was left behind by Zhang Ye, and she felt inferior. If you can survive, and you can cultivate diligently, why not?

　　 "Ling'er, don't pay attention to these evil demons, dad find a way, and you will definitely cure your cold and yin dead vein!" Han Wushuang was angry and prepared to take Han Ling'er away.

　　 "If I don't believe it, I'm willing to swear the heart demon oath!" The second elder of the Xuan clan stopped Han Ling'er and promised.

　　 When Han Wushuang saw his daughter moved, he was about to curse a few words, Su Jin scolded: "Han Wushuang, Hanyin Juemai will undoubtedly die. This is your daughter's only chance. Are you going to kill her?"

　　 Although Han Wushuang was pedantic, but when he heard Su Jin’s words, he thought that his wife and disciples were all gone. If his daughter died, what was the point of being alive?

　　 Han Wushuang's sorrow came from it, and he was relieved: "Ling'er, you can choose for yourself, father will not blame you."

　　Han Ling'er said, she didn't want to pursue her own happiness and live her own life. As long as Han Wushuang did not object, then she had no reason to refuse, and she immediately agreed: "I do."

　　……

　　 The next morning, Zhang Ye was in a hurry and was about to go to Lingtai Sect to find Han Ling'er. Although he could do nothing about Hanyin Juemai, he just wanted to see her.

　　 But he was just about to go out, Han Linger smiled and stood at the door of the forge: "Zhang Ye."

　　 "Ling'er, you came just right, I have something to tell you." Zhang Ye was about to pull Han Ling'er into the shop, but the two old women suddenly stepped forward and stopped Zhang Ye.

　　 "This is?" Zhang Ye frowned, can't find the fault?

　　Han Ling'er quickly explained: "This is the two seniors of the Western Regions Demon Cult, Xuan You Xuan Ming, they came to pick me up."

　　 "Pick you away? Where are you going?" Zhang Ye was puzzled.

　　 "I have a cold and yin deadly pulse, they took me to the Western Regions for treatment." Han Ling'er was calm.

　　 Zhang Ye was stunned, Han Linger knew his problem? Thinking of the Western Regions Demon Sect, it was the defeated Demon Dao sect that Ahua said, and its founder was Hanyin Juemei, so Han Ling'er was likely to be cured.

　　 At this moment, the second elder of the Xuan clan urged: "Ling'er, it's time to go."

　　 "Ling'er, how long will you be back?" Zhang Ye was afraid that he would not see each other again, and was a little bit disappointed.

　　 "Not coming back, from now on, she will be a member of our magic sect." If it weren't for Han Linger's face, the two elders of the Xuan clan would not even bother talking to Zhang Ye.

　　 Zhang Ye's heart seemed to have been poached away, stunned on the spot. Han Ling'er quickly said, "Zhang Ye, I will be cured and I will definitely come back to find you."

　　Eastern Territory and Western Territory are separated by tens of thousands of miles, and the journey is dangerous. Even the masters of Yuan Ying will take several months to arrive.

　　 Zhang Ye only took Han Ling'er's words as comfort, no wonder Han Ling'er had to resign, because it turned out to be a long journey.

　　 "I'll give you a gift." Zhang Ye was very heavy, and took the bone knife smoothly.

　　 "Fuck Zhang Ye, you're really here!" A Hua shuddered and hurriedly said.

　　 Zhang Ye subconsciously wanted to give the best things to Han Ling'er, but he forgot that he made a promise to Ahua that he would forge it into a Taoist weapon, so he dispelled this idea.

　　 It's just that Zhang Ye feels that he can't handle other things.

　　 "No need, with the sword you gave me, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is enough." Han Linger warmly held the sword hanging from his waist.

　　 Zhang Ye patted his forehead: "Lend me!"

　　 Zhang Ye took the red sword, and regardless of Han Linger's approval, he opened the furnace for forging.

　　Xuanyou Xuanming is extremely impatient, it's just a high-grade magic weapon, why bother to be so solemn?

　　 Not long after, Zhang Ye returned the sword refined into the ultimate magic weapon to Han Ling'er: "I thought about helping you refine it into the ultimate magic weapon a few days ago, but I forgot when I was busy."

　　 Han Linger's eyes were hazy with tears, but she smiled sweetly: "Thank you, boss."

　　Xuanyou Xuanming glanced at each other, and they could see the horror in the other's eyes, this little blacksmith shop owner could actually forge the best magical weapons? He couldn't help but glanced at Zhang Yegao.

"Little friend, it's getting late, we will take care of Han Ling'er." The second elder of the Xuan clan has lived for thousands of years. How can you fail to see that this is for a lover. Although you can't bear to take it apart, Han Ling'er's cold blood is always there. It may occur and cannot be delayed, and must be treated immediately by Islam. However, because of Zhang Ye's superb craftsmanship, the tone of the two is also respectful.

　　 "Two seniors, wait a minute." Zhang Ye seemed to have a thousand words, but he couldn't say it. He just said, "By the way, Ling'er, this sword also has a set of swordsmanship. I will teach you."

　　Although he admired Zhang Ye's craftsmanship, Zhang Ye has been endless, and the two elders of the Xuan clan are still a little unhappy: "No need, my magic teaching methods are inherited from ancient times and have everything you need."

　　 But Zhang Ye ignored him. He drew out the local tyrant sword, the sword moves softly, like a sword dance, his voice is desolate: "Look at the falling flowers and flowing water, listen carefully to the past and present, how many red and white loves are in the same boat!"

　　 Zhang Ye pierced into the sky with a sword, and suddenly became a cloud and a red cloud, which was so beautiful.

　　 Zhang Ye stood with his sword and said: "This is the sword technique of the red dust. May the Qing travel all over the world, smile for the warmth of spring!"