The Magical Blacksmith

Fatty exchanged greetings with Zhang Ye, and Wang Yueban thought about the business: "It’s true, I think your signature is very artistic, and I also want to order one for my Emeishan Yue auction house. Please also ask Brother Zhang to tell me where to do it. of?"

Zhang Ye was stunned. He wanted to make a signboard? The sign itself is a magic weapon for armor, is it your own business?

"I made it myself." Zhang Ye admitted frankly.

Wang Yue was half-shocked: "I said that the person who can create this sign must be a real artist. I didn't expect to be far away from the sky and close in front of you. It's really too late to meet each other!"

"Zhang Jiahui, no, brother Zhang, brother, I want to build one piece, the price is not a problem!" Wang Yue half-patted her chest, proud.

"Wang Lunqiu..." Zhang Ye paused, "Boss Wang, we two hit it off as soon as we saw each other. I will also offer you a friendly price. Bring your own materials. Ten high-grade spirit stones will do."

Wang Yueban's smile solidified and said angrily: "Ten high-grade spirit stones? What a joke!"

Murong Hongzhuang watched this scene with a smile, Zhang Ye was really greedy, and he finally came to a business, but he wanted to slaughter a customer without looking at who Wang Yueban was. That was one of the top merchants in Tiandao City. Can you kill it?

Zhang Ye’s price is really friendly. Ten high-grade spirit stones are still the price level of Lingtai Town. If this fat guy thinks it’s expensive, Zhang Ye doesn’t need to do this business. Although he can set his own price now, Zhang Ye feels that he is a forge in the future. God, how can he surrender his status?

Zhang Ye was about to say something that was too expensive, but he heard Wang Yue half annoyed and said: "Art cannot be measured by value. If this sign is only worth ten high-grade spirit stones, it is simply an insult!"

"There are a hundred high-grade spirit stones in it, and I ask Boss Zhang to accept it!" Wang Yueban handed Zhang Ye a universe bag, as if you would look down on me if you didn't accept it.

Zhang Ye held the Qiankun bag with a look of astonishment, daring to feel that you were angry earlier. Did you think the charge was low? People in Tiandao City are so rich?

Zhang Ye couldn't help but look at his signboard, the slanted magical blacksmith shop, really art? The world of the rich really doesn't understand.

But thinking about some female monks, Zhang Ye can understand why she bankrupted her family for those useless beauty pills.

Murong Hongzhuang was shocked. She was here to make trouble. How could she allow Zhang Ye to make a business and earn so much, and immediately said to Wang Yueban: "Boss Wang, you were slaughtered by Zhang Ye. Just this sign, you go to the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion. Spending ten middle-grade spirit stones can create two sets..."

"Shut up!" Wang Yueban scolded, "Do you know what art is? Ugly woman!"

I'm ugly? Murong Hongzhuang was dumbfounded, she was crazy about what aesthetics she said: "You deserve to be a fat man and get fucked!"

Murong Hongzhuang was mad, Zhang Ye called a comfortable one.

Wang Yue half patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder: "Brother Zhang, if a woman is disobedient, she must fight, let alone such an ugly woman, I really wronged you!"

Zhang Ye's face was dull. It seems that Wang Yueban really thinks Murong Hongzhuang is ugly. Apart from her distorted personality, is she beautiful, okay?

As for being misunderstood by Wang Yue that he and Murong Hongzhuang are a couple, Zhang Ye thought that he was not at a disadvantage. It's just one thing in my heart. With Wang Yueban's aesthetic level, after seeing his own work, should he be happy or depressed?

"Brother Zhang, I'll go back and bring the materials." Wang Yueban saw a bloated female monk passing by the door, her eyes lighted up, she made an excuse and rushed out.

At noon, Wang Yueban rushed back with a look of kidney deficiency: "Brother Zhang, I brought the materials, can you see enough?"

"What's all there?" Zhang Ye was idle for a long time, with great spirits.

Wang Yue took out a dozen Qiankun bags in one breath: "According to your requirements, they are all materials suitable for building armor. If it is not enough, I will go back and get it."

Zhang Ye checked it with his spiritual sense and held the grass. If this is not enough, how can it be called enough? There are tens of thousands of kilograms of each material, and they are all precious materials that can be used to create top-grade artifacts.

Zhang Ye said, "It can't be so much."

"Why don't you want it?" Wang Yueban said, "I want an oversized sign, the magic weapon grade doesn't matter, it must be large, so that it conforms to the artistic aura that my body exudes."

Zhang Ye was speechless for a while. This was indeed an art, and he didn't say anything, so he just adjusted it according to the customer's request.

Zhang Ye had never built such a big magic weapon. He finished it in ten batches. The entire blacksmith shop couldn't fit it all the way to the backyard, which was a big sign.

Wang Yueban stroked the new signboard of Mount Emei Yue, and couldn't help admiring: "Perfect art!"

When Zhang Ye heard these words, he blushed rarely: "Ahem, that's it, go slowly and don't give it away."

Wang Yueban thanked him again and again. If he received the most precious treasure, he would put the sign in the Qiankun bag and walk away. It seemed that he couldn't wait to replace it with the new sign.

After opening the shop for a day, only Wang Yueban's business was made. Zhang Ye wondered how to break this deadlock. It seems that the sign will still be added tomorrow.

Zhang Ye closed the door and started a fire to cook. He earned a lot today. Except for the 80% that was distributed by the system, there are still 20 high-grade spirit stones left.

Zhang Ye made a table of food and rewarded himself. With the formation of a blacksmith's defense, he didn't have to worry about Murong Hongzhuang's stealing it.

Not long after, while smelling the fragrant food, Zhang Ye moved his index finger and was about to feast on it. There was a knock on the side door: "Zhang Ye, open the door!"

Murong Hongzhuang's voice? Zhang Ye pretended not to be at home and ate secretly.

"Don't hide inside without making a sound, I know you are at home... Gudong..." Murong Hongzhuang swallowed, "I can smell the scent of food!"

Zhang Ye was speechless, but still said, "What about when I am at home?"

"Open the door, I'm starving to death!" Murong Hongzhuang patted the door.

Nima, really came to eat rice, and Zhang Ye couldn't open the door anymore. He ate his food and flaunted: "The spiritual rice of Daocheng is fragrant in this heaven. This spiritual beast is cooked in fat but not greasy, so it's good to have a meal! "

"Zhang Ye, don't finish eating, open the door!" Murong Hongzhuang continued to smash the door as he spoke with saliva.

Holding the bowl, Zhang Ye came to the side door gleefully, eating and saying, "Why should I open the door?"

"I'm your beautiful landlord." Murong Hongzhuang said angrily. "Are you willing to give me food?"

"What can't you bear?" Zhang Ye slapped his mouth, "If you want to eat yourself, go back and do it, don't knock on my door."

"Zhang Ye, I don't know how to do it." Murong Hongzhuang said aggrievedly.

"You can't do it, why haven't you starved to death for so many years?" Zhang Ye didn't believe it, just wanted to come to eat for free.

"I used to be the elder of Tiandao Palace, of course I don't need to cook..." Murong Hongzhuang paused, "Before resigning, I stole Tiandao Palace's rations for one year, and I ate it two days ago."

Holding the grass and stealing food for a year, it was amazing. Zhang Ye made up his mind to hide the food in the future, and asked casually: "Then why are you resigning?"

"That's because..." Murong Hongzhuang stopped suddenly, "Can you control it?"

"I can't control it, but I have no responsibility to invite you to dinner and go out to eat by myself." Zhang Ye said cheerfully, "Ah, I had so much fun to eat, only the last bowl of rice is left."

"Ah Zhang Ye, you bastard!" Murong Hongzhuang was anxious. After eating Zhang Ye's food, he couldn't swallow the food at the small stall outside.

Murong Hongzhuang's momentum was closed, and his voice was pitiful: "Or, I'll tell you a piece of meat?"

Zhang Ye's face turned black: "Funny."

"Then I will sing for you?" Murong Hongzhuang tried his best, but Zhang Ye didn't have any pity for Xiangyu.

"What the **** are you going to do, give you money?" Murong Hongzhuang was anxious and dignified, with a great power of refining weakness, he just lost his temper.

"How much do you give?" Zhang Ye asked suddenly.

Murong Hongzhuang was speechless for a while: "Okay, I will give you food from now on, a medium-grade spirit stone every day."

"One piece of medium-grade spirit stone per meal." Zhang Ye refused to give in.

"Okay, deal." Murong Hongzhuang pondered for a while. Fortunately, Zhang Ye's rent was enough to pay for the food, and he bitterly agreed.

Zhang Yexian opened the door with a bang, and Murong Hongzhuang couldn't wait to run to the dining table, and when she saw the leftovers on the table, her tears were in circles.

Something is better than nothing. Murong Hongzhuang sighed and prepared to eat, but Zhang Ye picked up the plates and dumped them all into the trash can.

Murong Hongzhuang's eyes burst into tears: "Zhang Ye, I have given you all the money, and I won't let me eat the leftovers?"

"You've given the money, how can you eat leftovers?" Zhang Ye finished speaking lightly, and cooked the vegetables again.

Murong Hongzhuang looked at Zhang Yejian's resolute face and was inexplicably moved, but she suddenly recovered, wiped away her tears, and moved a little. My mother paid for it!

Not long after, Zhang Ye cooked two dishes and one soup, and served Murong Hongzhuang with a bowl of fragrant spiritual rice: "Eat it."

There is no need for Zhang Ye to say that Murong Hongzhuang has already begun to suffer.

Zhang Ye couldn't help but compare Murong Hongzhuang and Xiao En, both of them were reincarnated like starving ghosts, but Xiao En was cute than Murong Hongzhuang!

Even Su Jin, who has only come to eat once, can still abuse this Murong Hongzhuang.

However, this Murong Hongzhuang also belongs to a person of true temperament, which shows that she has no scheming and is much better than those women who are twitchy and hypocritical.

"What are you staring at me for?" Murong Hongzhuang was halfway through eating, and when Zhang Ye looked at her in a daze, he smiled triumphantly, "Is she beautiful?"

Zhang Ye showed a weird smile and reached out to touch Murong Hongzhuang’s face~www.ltnovel.com~ Murong Hongzhuang still had a smile on her face, but there was a murderous opportunity in his eyes. Good boy, I finally couldn’t hold it back. Touch my old lady and break your leg!

Zhang Ye stretched out his finger, plucked a grain of rice on Murong Hongzhuang's face, and smiled: "Eat slowly, don't worry."

Murong Hongzhuang thought that Zhang Ye was going to touch herself, but she was stunned when she heard these words. She was accustomed to being carefree. She never paid attention to image problems, but Zhang Ye's gentle behavior made her face hot inexplicably and strangely.

Murong Hongzhuang was eating small bites, she didn't know what was wrong, and the atmosphere became awkward.

In order to break this embarrassment, she said: "Zhang Ye, you really smashed Wang Lunqiu during the day, um, Wang Yueban a hundred top-grade spirit stone?

"Why is it a pit?" Zhang Ye didn't have a good temper.

"It's just a broken signboard, even the magic weapon is not worth the price." Before Murong Hongzhuang's words fell, a colorful radiance spurted out from the center of Tiandao City, and the seven characters of Emei Mountain Moon Auction House appeared high in the sky. The city's attention has attracted countless people in awe.