The Magical Blacksmith

"Murong Hongzhuang, don't cry at my door, it's as if I did what you did." Zhang Ye sewed a knife through the door.

"Wow!" Murong Hongzhuang cried more happily. "You have a bad conscience, you are also a girl anyway, don't you know how to coax me?"

"You are a girl? Why didn't I see it!" Zhang Ye laughed, of course not willing to be fooled.

Murong Hongzhuang stopped talking, but cried so much that it rained in pear blossoms. After a while, Zhang Ye asked, "Are you really crying?"

Murong Hongzhuang did not answer, and Zhang Ye sighed: "Say okay first, and no beating is allowed."

After Zhang Ye finished speaking, he opened the door and carefully handed Murong Hongzhuang a handkerchief.

Murong Hongzhuang glanced bitterly at Zhang Ye, took the handkerchief and wiped his tears, but still sobbed.

Zhang Ye shrank behind the door and saw that Murong Hongzhuang had no intention of hitting him. He was a little bolder and said, "You talk about you, what a girl is doing so violently all day long. If you don't hit me, I won't be like this. Can we be gentle?"

"You are not qualified to teach me!" Murong Hongzhuang was annoyed, which is so comforting.

"Okay, then you continue to cry, I'll go back to sleep." Zhang Ye feels kind to accompany you to talk to you, what kind of temperament did you make, you won't play with you anymore.

"That's it?" Murong Hongzhuang looked at Zhang Ye pitifully, "but I'm still in a bad mood."

"Then what do you want?" Zhang Ye flinched behind the door.

"I want to hear the story." Murong Hongzhuang wiped away tears again.

"Story?" Zhang Ye pondered that he can't tell stories, but Ahua, who is in the spiritual sense, said: "You can't even pick up girls. The Sage of Love teaches you!"

Love Saint? But Ahua can make girls happy. Zhang Ye followed Ahua’s prompts and said slowly: "Someone died, and his three wives cried bitterly while hugging his body. The eldest wife hugged his head and said, oops. My husband; the second wife hugged his feet and said, "Oh my husband's feet; the third wife has no place to hold him, and once he holds his little hook, hey, my doctor..."

When Zhang Ye talked about this, he looked dazed, Ahua, a scum, can tell a girl this kind of story?

"Fuck...Haha..." Murong Hongzhuang was startled, smiling with tears, slapped her legs and exclaimed wonderfully.

"I'll tell you something more yellow..." Murong Hongzhuang was in a good mood, and his brows were flying.

Zhang Ye's face is black, and he is straight? After arriving, Zhang Ye was blushing. The female man's Taoism is really profound. After listening to a few paragraphs, Zhang Ye can't hold it anymore: "Murong Hongzhuang, I have to take a good rest. I'm going to open a shop tomorrow."

"Oh, it's so early, let's talk about one more, and you will go to bed after you finish." Murong Hongzhuang was like a wild horse that hadn't stopped at all.

"I won't be able to sleep anymore." Zhang Ye wanted to cry without tears. What kind of dirty jokes he told the female man, I blame Ahua as a scum, and now his mind is full of serious things.

Seeing Zhang Ye escaping into the house, Murong Hongzhuang smiled triumphantly, in a good mood, and finally found the weakness of this hob meat, eating soft but not hard, and destroying Zhang Ye's young soul every day, haha...

Zhang Ye simply ate something, and couldn't fall asleep tossing about in bed. He felt hot when he thought of the meaty jokes Murong Hongzhuang said.

"Hey, sinner!" Zhang Ye got up and walked into the blacksmith's shop, and carried the pangolin who stole the colorful water into the backyard. "I will work overtime tonight."

The pangolin is called a grievance. He digs into the wall and imagines the wall as Zhang Ye. The power is greatly increased, and the claw marks are repeated.

Zhang Ye opened the furnace and bought a batch of materials directly from the material mall. It was a bit more expensive, but it was also an easy task.

In order to divert attention, Zhang Ye conceived something and quickly built it.

Not long after, the colorful brilliance lit up in the blacksmith's shop, and Zhang Ye looked at the artifact in front of him and muttered to himself: "Is this too vulgar? No matter what, it's easy to use."

The next day, when the sky was just over the sky, the monks in Tiandao City became active again, the traffickers and pawns were bustling, and the restaurants and restaurants began to shout.

The street where the smithy was located suddenly lit up with colorful brilliance, and the pedestrians were surprised and looked at the light source.

At this look, people were dumbfounded and stunned on the spot.

I saw a large sign hung on the lintel of a shop, with the five characters "Magic Blacksmith Shop" written on it, exuding colorful brilliance, but if it was just like this, it would not attract everyone to stop watching, just because of this sign. It is a top-grade artifact in itself!

There are many high-grade magical instruments in Tiandao City, but this one is definitely the only one who has made the high-grade magical instruments into a signboard!

"Blacksmith's shop?" The pedestrian came back to his senses and smiled helplessly, only to say that which silly person came to Tiandao City to open a blacksmith shop and dared to grab food in the hands of the heavenly soldiers pavilion. It would close down in ten and a half months at most, and did not let go. In my heart, go straight away.

Zhang Ye stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at the plaque created last night with satisfaction. This plaque looks gorgeous and fancy, but in a strict sense it is a piece of armor, which can suppress evil and avoid evil, and has a lot of benefits for the shop.

By the way, the formation of the blacksmith's shop covers the plaque, and it is not afraid of thieves at night.

This sign was very eye-catching, and all the pedestrians stopped and watched, which made Zhang Ye very satisfied, but after a while, the pedestrians just took a look, and no one paid attention to the smithy, which made Zhang Ye a little confused.

Zhang Ye wondered whether to re-establish the sign to indicate the business, but at this time, a voice sounded.

"Oh, you really open a blacksmith shop?" Murong Hongzhuang walked in with a smile, and looked at Zhang Ye's shop curiously.

"I'm going to work today, I don't have time to mess around with you." Zhang Ye was in a bad mood at first, and seeing Murong Hongzhuang made him a headache.

"Don't pretend to be busy, you can't have a job." Murong Hongzhuang snorted coldly. "Little blacksmith, you can say something nice. If grandma is happy, she can give you a job."

"What kind of work?" Zhang Ye didn't believe it.

"Grandma, I just lack a cook. You are good at cooking. You can cook for me later. Don't waste your talents in the blacksmith shop." Murong Hongzhuang occupied Zhang Ye's recliner and lay down beautifully. Give me a ride."

Zhang Ye had a black line on his face, thinking that there was a magic weapon that needed to be forged, but in the end he wanted Zhang Ye to change his career, so angry that Zhang Ye picked Murong Hongzhuang up: "Don't bother me."

"Zhang Ye, I kindly show you a clear path, what is your attitude!" Murong Hongzhuang refused to go.

Zhang Yehao regretted that he shouldn't be greedy for cheap renting the shop here. The landlord was too annoying: "Opening a blacksmith shop is my clear road, and I don't need other people to point their fingers."

"Fart on the road, the blacksmith can't open it." Murong Hongzhuang was not kind, she was just watching Zhang Ye's jokes.

"As long as you don't come to make trouble, I will be able to drive." Zhang Ye urged, "Hurry up and don't hinder me from doing business."

"Wait a moment, I think of another silly joke!" Murong Hongzhuang came here to destroy Zhang Ye. How could he make him feel better and refuse to leave.

Just as Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang were quarreling, a young fat man with a big belly, wearing gold and silver, wandered in the street like a nouveau riche. Pedestrians respectfully greeted him: "Hello, boss."

The fat man's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't even look at the pedestrians, but the pedestrians still stepped forward with warm faces and cold buttocks.

I have to ask who the fat man is, the big boss of the Emeishan Moon Auction House, that is one of the top firms in Tiandao City. Although this fat man is not good at cultivation, he is rich and rich.

The fat man felt dull for the flattery of the monks. Every day was so boring, the master was lonely.

When the fat man was walking, he suddenly saw a colorful thing, and he suddenly became interested.

In the blacksmith's shop, Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang were still bickering.

"If you can take a job today, I will marry you!" Murong Hongzhuang gritted her silver teeth.

"Oh, this curse is really terrible!" Zhang Ye had a lingering fear.

"You..." Murong Hongzhuang was about to continue to say something when a fat man walked in: "Is the shopkeeper here?"

When it comes to business, business comes. Although this Murong Hongzhuang is annoying, it is a blessing general.

Zhang Ye said rightly: "I am, do I need to forge something magical?"

Murong Hongzhuang was about to make trouble, and the fat man said, "No, I just want to ask you about one thing, where did you make the sign at this door?"

When Murong Hongzhuang heard this, he laughed loudly: "Zhang Ye, you have to die of your heart. I said that there is no business coming."

Zhang Yebai glanced at Murong Hongzhuang, and said displeased at the fat man's voice, "What are you asking about this?"

The fat man noticed that Zhang Ye didn't want to say anything, and immediately handed him a business card, believing that Zhang Ye knew his identity and would certainly flatter himself.

But Zhang Ye is a newcomer to Tiandao City. He doesn't know the weight of Emei Mountain Moon, and just read according to his business card: "Emei Mountain Moon Auction House, the treasurer Wang Fat?"

The fat man was startled and coughed: "Wang Yueban, Mount Emei is half moon and half moon in autumn."

"Then why don't you call Wang Lunqiu?" Zhang Ye asked very seriously~www.ltnovel.com~ Murong Hongzhuang laughed out loud after hearing these conversations. Although she is not in business, Emei Shanyue Wang Yueban, the owner of the auction house, is like Lei Guaner. These characters came to Zhang Ye's shop, but Zhang Ye first mispronounced his name Wang Pang, and then asked why you weren’t called Wang Lunqiu?

Give people two nicknames at once, not to offend Emei Shanyue Auction House to death, this piece of Ye will really die, Murong Hongzhuang gloated at Zhang Ye.

The fat on Wang Yueban’s face trembled, and after a while, she excitedly said: "My soulmate, I also think Wang Lunqiu is better than Wang Yue, but when I was born it was just in the middle of the month, and my parents didn’t name me Wang. Thank goodness for a creampie!"

"I feel the same way. My name is Zhang. On the eve of my birth, my dad was smelting metal. He looked at the fire at home and his inspiration flashed..." Zhang Ye said here, and Wang Yue half-doubt said: "So your name is Zhang Jiahui?"

"No, my name is Zhang Ye."

Seeing that the two met each other in a hateful manner, Murong Hongzhuang was dressed.