"Hello, how can I help you?" A pleasant voice came into Qing Shui's ears.
Qing Shui raised his head in surprise, and saw a young woman in front of him. Her voice was very pleasant. But when Qing Shui raised his head and looked at the owner of the voice, he felt very strange. The woman's appearance was not the kind that would make people stunning at first sight. On the contrary. She feels a bit ordinary, but her slender and graceful body adds a lot of beauty to her.
The woman is probably in her twenties, with fair skin, a pair of narrow and charming eyes, and her facial features are ordinary when viewed separately, but when combined with this ordinary face, she has a seductive feeling.
She is not very beautiful but very soulful.
"Hello, I want to see if you can make molds as thin as a hairpin." Qing Shui only had two breaths when he looked at the woman.
"Oh, yes, you have come to my shop at the right time. There are no more than three blacksmith shops that make needle models on this long weapon street, and we are the one with the complete set. I hope it can meet your wishes, sir. , come here." The woman said with a chuckle.
Qing Shui looked at the woman who chuckled and had a kind of enchanting charm. Her beauty was unconsciously revealed. Although this woman's face could only be considered pretty, her hands, neck, shoulders, and even the arc from her neck to the locks in front of her body, These details are unexpectedly beautiful and exquisite.
She's very eye-catching, and it's easy to get stuck in your mind.
Qing Shui smiled and followed the woman into the inner room. After all, it was a mold for making and not a living weapon, so it was normal not to display it outside.
Passing through a gray iron door, this is one of the many rooms against the wall on the north side. It is not very big, about five meters long, about three meters wide, and about five meters high.
"Here are some small molds and utensils we made. Oh, there are the molds you mentioned for making needles over there. See if they fit." The woman pointed with her finger at dozens of black black molds as thick as an arm in an inconspicuous corner. The unknown object had dense holes on it.
"Can this thing withstand high temperatures?" Qing Shui asked doubtfully as he held a mold that met his requirements. It felt light and worried that it would not be able to withstand the high temperature of the gold essence.
The woman laughed when she heard Qing Shui's words. Qing Shui was puzzled by her smile, but at the same time, she felt that the woman's light smile was really beautiful. Her face was not alluring, but it had a plain beauty. Her face was not that delicate and beautiful. , but she has a temperament that can stand up to any alluring woman, and her exquisite devilish figure exudes a strong enchantment.
"The molds are actually all the same. As long as they have the right specifications, you don't have to worry about high temperature resistance. As long as you have a way to melt things like iron essence, cold iron, and dark iron, these molds can help you. For shaping, the material of the mold is very special, but the molds are disposable, so you don’t have to worry about not being able to withstand high temperatures.”
The woman said with a sweet smile, which sounded like fairy music to Qing Shui's ears. The woman's voice was originally very pleasant, with a kind of charm, and the words she said made Qing Shui put aside the worries in his heart and felt that the woman's voice sounded even better.
"Oh, that's it. I'm a layman and don't know much about it. Thank you for your advice. How much does this cost?" Qing Shui said as he picked up the mold whose length and thickness met Qing Shui's requirements.
"Haha, ten taels of silver." The woman said with a smile.
Qing Shui didn't know whether it was expensive or cheap, but he still had a thousand taels of silver notes with him. He paid the bill happily and walked out. The woman sent Qing Shui out with a smile.
"Do you run this Huoyun Blacksmith Shop?" Qing Shui looked at how many people there were in the blacksmith shop, but at first glance they were all part-time workers, and they couldn't compare with the woman's temperament.
"Haha, this blacksmith shop has been run by my father for several generations. It is a century-old brand. I am just here to watch it for a day." The woman's round and smooth voice had a Sanskrit feel.
"Your voice is so nice." Qing Shui touched his nose and looked at the woman and said seriously.
In his previous life, Qing Shui knew that women like to be flattered and complimented by men, but men, once they figure out this detail, will say nice things to them without any money. Many women just can't stand such sweet words and are being raped one by one without money. Men who are not that good are fucked like pigs fucked with cabbage.
Qing Shui in his previous life didn't bother to do that. It felt so hypocritical, but after thinking about it later, he felt relieved.
Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, despicability is the passport of the despicable. Life in this world is nothing more than the best way to survive. As for the means, why care so much about it? The one who wins or loses, and who laughs last is the happiest.
The woman was startled when she heard Qing Shui's words, and then she smiled like a flower, "Thank you for your compliment, I like what you said."
Qing Shui smiled and left. He did not ask the woman's name, because it was unlikely that they would meet again after today's farewell, so why bother adding innocent melancholy to himself.
When he walked to a deserted place, Qing Shui entered the Purple Jade Fairyland directly and placed the mold for making gold needles in front of him. Qing Shui saw that there were pinholes all over it. They were very thin and relatively far apart, but the pinholes were not transparent. , but there was a little sharp bulge on the other side. Qing Shui knew that it was the tip of a needle. The mold had a hint of warmth, and he didn't know what kind of texture it was made of.
Qing Shui slowly and gently operated the ancient body strengthening technique for forty-eight days, and practiced the "Yin Yang Fire Technique" again, and then held the gold essence in the palm of his hand and began to smelt it. Qing Shui could now use the Chaos Fire in a decent way.
Finally, the gold essence was smelted into a small water ball in the palm of his hand again, but Qing Shui did not stop and continued to heat it. The pool of golden and dense liquid emitted astonishing heat.
Qing Shui controlled and dropped drop by drop into a hole, and then saw the high-temperature gold essence slowly flowing into the needle hole, and it easily flowed in from the sloping surroundings.
Almost one drop can fill a pinhole. Qing Shui knew that even though the needle was very small, it was quite large. After all, each of such thin needles only weighed about one ounce.
Qing Shui kept running the Chaos Fire, and then carefully dropped drop by drop of gold essence into each pinhole.
nine. After checking, the green water dropped just enough to fill nine pinholes.
After a while, it could be seen that it had cooled down, and Qing Shui slowly shattered the mold. Nine seven-inch-long golden needles appeared in front of Qing Shui with golden light. They were only a little thicker than a hair, extremely hard and sharp, and could be held in his hand. It's very heavy, and it's not like ordinary needles that don't feel in your hand. Qing Shui tried the golden needle and it could easily pierce the iron wood sword.
If it were a weapon made of gold, it would be super powerful.