"Old man, how much do you know about spiritual power?" In the old craftsman's forging room, Ouyang Ming asked with his eyes wide open, full of expectation.
In the entire military camp, or in this world, there was only one person that Ouyang Ming trusted the most, and that was Old Carpenter. Therefore, when he encountered something difficult to solve, he came to the door immediately.
The old craftsman stopped his work, thought about it seriously, and said: "Spiritual power is a very powerful force."
Ouyang Ming looked at the old craftsman, but after waiting silently for a long time, he could no longer wait for the second sentence. He finally couldn't help but said: "Old man, what else is there?"
The old craftsman looked at him suspiciously and said, "Didn't I tell you that spiritual power is very powerful?"
Ouyang Ming's mouth twitched slightly and said, "I know, what about the others?" In fact, as the owner of spiritual power, he understands how powerful and terrifying this power is far better than the old craftsman.
Since this power allows him to silently avoid the range of Yan Haobo's sword light, it can also silently attack the enemy and make it difficult for people to guard against him.
It can be said that this is a power that is more bizarre and difficult to use than true energy. But if it can be driven, the effect will be extraordinary.
The old craftsman said angrily: "I have told you everything I know."
Ouyang Ming was startled and said in surprise: "You mean, you only know that spiritual power is very powerful?"
"Yes." The old craftsman said calmly, "Isn't it powerful?"
Ouyang Ming stuttered, and he was finally sure that he had asked the wrong person this time.
Seeing Ouyang Ming's confused look, the old craftsman couldn't help but laugh and said: "You brat, spiritual power is not something ordinary people can possess. However, it is very difficult to exercise and control this power. At the very least, I don’t know what to do.” He paused and said, “You should have the talent for spiritual power, but don’t think too much about it these few times. Do you have a lover in town?"
Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly. It was true that he would sneak out of the military camp every now and then, but at that time he would go hunting at the edge of the dense forest to replenish his energy and blood. Coming and going in a hurry, smelling of blood, there is no time or leisure to think about other things.
"Old man, please stop thinking nonsense." Ouyang Ming's heart moved and he said, "I haven't been to the town for a long time, so I will go there and buy you some good wine."
The old craftsman laughed and said: "You boy, you still have some conscience, go ahead." He thought for a while and then warned: "The monthly market should have started. Go to the ore area to see if there is anything." Bring back the good stuff too.”
Ouyang Ming responded, left the forging room, went back to the yard, picked out a few pieces of equipment and went to the equipment warehouse.
As soon as Xiong Gaoan saw him, he immediately stood up, with a flattering smile on his face, and he waited patiently for him to sit down and serve tea. However, his eyes kept turning on the baggage in Ouyang Ming's hand.
Ouyang Ming was amused and curious at the same time, and said: "These are some pieces of equipment that I have recently refined. Among them, there are five top-grade pieces, one with good attributes, and the rest are all good-grade."
"Okay." Xiong Gao'an suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes.
In fact, although there are many arms blacksmiths in the military camp, the amount of equipment each master can forge per month is limited. Moreover, most of them are of good quality, and top quality is already quite rare, and attribute equipment is even rarer. An ordinary arms blacksmith can receive ten pieces of rare ore every month, but most of them only turn in one piece of attribute equipment.
Ouyang Ming has actually completed the task this month, and the two pieces of attribute equipment have long been lying in the warehouse. As for this one, it was extra, which naturally surprised him.
Xiong Gaoan checked it carefully, put the equipment into storage, and said: "Master Ou, you are truly a disciple of the old craftsman. You have refined three pieces of attribute equipment in one month, which is amazing."
Ouyang Ming shook his head and said: "The old man is much smarter than me. He can get three out of ten, but I can get three out of twenty."
When he turned in two pieces of attribute equipment, he also withdrew ten pieces of rare ore, so he withdrew a total of twenty pieces this month.
Xiong Gaoan said quickly: "Master Ou, in addition to your monthly limit of 2 out of 10, it doesn't matter how many rare ores you want. For the rest of the ores, only 1 out of 10 is enough." He swallowed his saliva , full of expectation: "Do you still want the ore? I'll have someone deliver it to you right away!"
Ouyang Ming waved his hand and said, "There's no rush for now. I came here this time to withdraw some money."
Xiong Gaoan burst into laughter, slapped his forehead, and said: "Oops, I forgot." He smiled with his face and said: "You are already an official arms forger in the army, and you are also a master of 2 out of 10 attribute equipment. The salary is equivalent to that of a hundred men in the army, and there are thirty taels of silver per month."
Ouyang Ming's heart skipped a beat. He was born as an orphan. The total amount of real money he has touched in his life must be more than thirty taels, but he has never been able to get so much money at once.
Xiong Gaoan smiled and asked casually: "Master Ou, I will prepare a banknote for you. Do you want to go to a bank in town to deposit it?"
Ouyang Ming shook his head subconsciously and said, "Today is the market. I want to see if there are any special minerals that can get into my eyes."
Xiong Gaoan was startled and said, "That's it, please wait a moment."
He went out for a trip and came back a quarter of an hour later. However, he did not come back alone, but brought Conway Bo with him.
Kang Weibo laughed loudly and said: "Brother Ou, I heard that you are going to the town to attend the market?"
Ouyang Ming quickly stood up and saluted. After all, Kang Weibo was the director of the equipment camp, and he didn't want to be rude.
However, Kang Weibo took a step forward, supported him, and feigned anger: "Brother Ou, our brothers don't do this." He took out three silver notes from his arms and said: " Take a look, is it enough?”
Ouyang Ming took it, glanced at it, and couldn't help but be stunned.
Under the guidance of the old craftsman, he was no longer illiterate. At the very least, he could never mistake the words "ten" and "hundred".
After flipping through it, he said in surprise: "Master Kang, what I want is thirty taels..."
Kang Weibo waved his hand and said carelessly: "Brother Ou, this is public funds for you to buy ore. When you go to buy good things, you only need to report it to Gao'an. As for the ore, you can use it directly for forging, there is no need to send it away." It’s so troublesome to send it back and forth.”
Ouyang Ming opened his mouth wide, and after a while he said, "What if, what if my forging fails?"
Kang Weibo said without hesitation: "If you fail, you will fail. When you arms blacksmiths forge high-end equipment, how can you not fail?"
Ouyang Ming almost choked on his saliva when he heard this seemingly justified reply.
You don’t need to see the actual object when you buy the ore, you just need to say it, and if you fail to use the ore for forging, you will not be held responsible...
At this time, no matter how stupid he was, he knew one thing: Kang Weibo was basically here to give him money.
Looking at Kang Weibo with a strange expression, Ouyang Ming put the banknote in his arms and said, "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Kang."
Kang Weibo laughed several times and said: "Selecting ore is a hard job. Brother Ou might as well rest in the town overnight and come back tomorrow."
Ouyang Ming hummed twice before agreeing, and left the military camp with Kang Weibo and Xiong Gaoan seeing him off.
Touching the three banknotes in his arms, Ouyang Ming sighed. The present was indeed completely different from before.
Five miles away from the military camp, there is a large town. This town was originally built to provide various conveniences for the military camp, and it is not very large. However, as time went by, more and more people came to settle here, and the scale gradually expanded. Today, the permanent population has long exceeded the military camp. Moreover, on market days, it is even more crowded and lively.
Ouyang Ming originally wanted to go by himself, but Kang Weibo arranged for a carriage. The driver was an honest family in the town. After sending Ouyang Ming to his house, he pointed to the door of his house and said, "Sir, , Just tell me when you want to go back, and the villain can take you back at any time."
Ouyang Ming smiled, nodded his thanks, and walked towards the town.
He was no stranger to this town and had visited it several times when he was wandering. However, when I came here again this time, my mentality was completely different.
Walking on the road in the town, looking at the surrounding environment that seemed to have not changed much, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd in front. Passersby gave way to the road. A thin figure squeezed through the crowd and fled in a panic. Behind him, several tall and sturdy men cursed and chased after him.
Ouyang Ming could tell at a glance that the big men were much faster than the skinny ones.
Sure enough, within a few steps, one of the big men caught up with him and kicked him hard, hitting the former's butt.
"Ouch..."
With a scream, the man in front stumbled and fell to the ground, too painful to get up.
Ouyang Ming could clearly see that this kick seemed fierce, but it was obviously meant to be merciful. If it was kicked directly on the back, it would be fatal.
The big man stepped forward, grabbed the boy in front of him, and cursed: "You stinky boy, you dare to steal things on the head of the military master, you are really tired of living!"
The person he kicked to the ground was a young man about the same age as Ouyang Ming. His face was grimacing in pain.
Several big men gathered around, and one of them suddenly exclaimed, stepped forward to salute Ouyang Ming, and said, "Master Ou!"
Ouyang Ming couldn't help but laugh. This person was Yan Chengcai who came to visit yesterday. He didn't expect to meet him here today.