The next morning, Wang Changsheng took Wang Qingze out and headed to Lingbing Pavilion.
Wang Ruyan received Wang Changsheng warmly and gave Wang Changsheng a weapon refining drawing and two weapons refining materials.
Wang Changsheng brought Wang Qingze to the backyard. Wang Shuchong was already drunk and smelled of alcohol, but he was still sober. He was supervising several weapon-making apprentices in tempering materials.
"Mr. Wang, this is my nephew Qingze. You can give him some work. I'm going to the refining room to refine the weapons. Qingze, please study hard with Mr. Wang, do you understand?"
Logically speaking, it is not too much for Wang Changsheng to call Wang Shuchong "Wang Xiaoyou", but he intends to close the relationship with Wang Ruyan. Wang Shuchong is Wang Ruyan's clan uncle, so it is appropriate for Wang Changsheng to call him Wang Lao.
"Senior Wang, you're welcome. Since he is your nephew, I will take good care of him. Just go ahead and do your business!"
Wang Shuchong agreed repeatedly, grabbed a few peanuts with his hands, and threw them into his mouth.
Wang Changsheng gave Wang Qingze a few words of advice and strode towards the weapon refining room.
After activating the indoor sound insulation array, all noise disappeared.
He took out the weapon refining blueprint and looked at it carefully.
What he wants to refine is a low-grade magical weapon, the Golden Moon Sword. Of course, with the weapon-refining blueprint, if there are enough materials and the weapon-refining level is high enough, it will be easy to refine a high-grade magical weapon.
He patted the storage bag, and the Ziyang Stove flew out of it, spun around, swelled in the wind, and landed steadily on the ground.
Wang Changsheng flicked his ten fingers and hit several magic formulas on the Ziyang furnace. The lid of the furnace automatically flew up and slowly fell to the ground.
He threw two fist-sized pieces of golden ore into the Ziyang furnace, closed the furnace lid, and changed the technique.
There was a muffled sound, and a purple flame appeared out of thin air at the bottom of the Ziyang furnace, and the temperature in the room slowly increased.
The day passed quickly.
In the refining room, Wang Changsheng was sitting cross-legged on a green futon, his face slightly pale.
A large piece of purple flame flooded the Ziyang furnace, and the heat wave was billowing.
After a while, Wang Changsheng pinched the magic formula, and a magic formula hit the Ziyang furnace.
With a muffled sound, the furnace lid flew up, and a large piece of golden gunpowder flew out from it.
Under the control of Wang Changsheng's spiritual consciousness, the golden body twisted and deformed, and slowly condensed into a three-foot-long golden sword.
Wang Changsheng took out a blue porcelain vase and threw it forward. A magic formula hit the blue porcelain vase, and a large black gunpowder flew out from it, whirled around, and wrapped the golden knife.
As soon as the black gun touched the golden knife, there was a muffled sound and a burst of white smoke.
The white smoke dissipated, and a pale golden long knife was suspended in the air.
Wang Changsheng made a move with one hand, and the golden knife flew towards him and landed firmly on his hand.
This golden sword is just a model now, not even a spiritual weapon. Magical weapons like swords must be hammered thousands of times to drive out the impurities inside, then tempered again, forged again, and finally the spiritual pattern is successfully engraved. It can be called a magic weapon.
With a pinch of his magic technique, the flames at the bottom of the Purple Sun Furnace disappeared. The Purple Sun Furnace quickly shrank, and the storage bag that flew back to his waist disappeared.
Wang Changsheng put the golden knife into his storage bag and left the weapon refining room.
At this time, it was dusk, and the sunset had put a red shirt on Canglan City.
Next to the stove, the sound of "clang" of metal hitting each other was endless. Wang Qingze and Wang Shuchong sat together drinking and chatting.
Wang Changsheng frowned slightly and asked with a straight face: "Qingze, didn't I ask you to work with Mr. Wang? What are you doing?"
"Senior Wang, don't blame him. It's boring for me to drink alone, so I asked him to accompany me. If you want to blame, just blame me."
Wang Shuchong defended Wang Qingze.
Wang Changsheng's expression softened and he said, "For Mr. Wang's sake, forget it this time. Let's go. Come back with me."
Wang Qingze responded, said hello to Wang Shuchong, and walked out with Wang Changsheng.
Arriving at the lobby, Wang Ruyan happened to walk downstairs.
Wang Ruyan smiled at Wang Changsheng and asked, "Fellow Daoist Wang, how are you? Are you still used to it?"
"It's okay, Fairy Wang. Wang will go back to bathe and change clothes. See you at Baixiang Tower."
Wang Ruyan agreed with a smile and watched Wang Changsheng leave.
"Ruyan, this guy invites you to dinner so quickly, he must be interested in you."
Wang Shu rushed over, burped and joked.
When Wang Ruyan heard this, her beautiful cheeks were covered with red clouds, and she said with a blushing face: "Uncle Eighteen, what are you talking about? I have nothing to do with fellow Taoist Wang."
"I know you have nothing to do with him, but that's not necessarily the case with him. This guy calls me Mr. Wang. He's so polite and shows that he's interested in you. If I hadn't been your eighteenth uncle, he wouldn't have been so polite to me. Why don't you? Keep your eyes open, but don't be deceived by him. Men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man."
Wang Shuchong reminded kindly.
"I understand, Uncle Eighteen, don't drink all day long. It's not too late to drink after you finish your work."
"Hey, I'm drunk now, who knows what will happen tomorrow. I have a sense of proportion."
Back at his residence, Wang Qingze honestly reported to Wang Changsheng what he had done today.
"You need to build a good relationship with this Wang Shuchong, it will be of great use in the future, you know?"
Wang Qingze nodded honestly and said, "I understand, Uncle Jiu, are you pursuing Wang Shuchong's niece, Senior Wang?"
"Who told you?"
"No one told me, I guessed it myself. Wang Shuchong must have noticed something. He asked me about your situation, but I kept your advice in mind and didn't know what to say. Originally, I wanted to put in a good word for you. But then I thought about it, we are uncles and nephews, Wang Shuchong may not believe what I say, it may have the opposite effect, so I won’t say it.”
Wang Changsheng showed approval, took out a blue jade slip, handed it to Wang Qingze, and said: "Here is some basic knowledge of weapon refining, you can take it and read it! Don't spread it to others. If you don't understand anything, ask me tomorrow. I."
"Thank you Uncle Jiu, I will go back to my room to read."
After bathing and changing clothes, Wang Changsheng went straight to Baixiang Tower.
He booked a private room yesterday. When he arrived at the private room, he ordered a pot of spiritual tea and waited for Wang Ruyan's arrival.
While guarding, there was a knock on the door outside, and Wang Ruyan's voice suddenly sounded: "Fellow Daoist Wang, I kept you waiting for a long time, my little sister is here."
Wang Changsheng looked happy, walked over quickly, and opened the door.
Wang Ruyan changed her outfit. She was wearing a green skirt with light makeup.
Wang Changsheng invited Wang Ruyan into the room, handed Wang Ruyan a thick menu, and said with a smile: "Fairy Wang, I wonder what you like to eat. I haven't ordered yet, what would you like to eat?"
"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Wang. My little sister has nothing to shy away from. Please take your order!"
"Okay, then Wang will order a few dishes first. If it's not enough, Fairy Wang will order more."
Wang Changsheng called the waiter and ordered seven dishes and one soup, with four flavors: sweet, sour, bitter, spicy.
Before the dishes were served, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan started chatting.
Wang Ruyan spoke very little, and occasionally responded with a few words, as if he was taking matters into his own hands.
Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng changed the topic to weapon refining, and Wang Ruyan spoke more.
It didn't take long for the food to be served.
Wang Ruyan spoke very little, and Wang Changsheng knew not to act too hastily, but she noticed that Wang Ruyan ate relatively light dishes, using chopsticks more often for steamed and boiled dishes, and not touching spicy dishes.
Less than half an hour later, Wang Changsheng saw that Wang Ruyan was not interested in chatting anymore and said with a smile: "Fairy Wang, that's it for today! We will continue to refine weapons tomorrow."
"Okay, if you have free time another day, my little sister will be my host."
When the two of them walked out of the private room, a voice full of joy suddenly sounded: "Fairy Wang, are you coming here to eat too?"
Wang Changsheng looked towards the source of the sound and saw a gentle scholar in white walking over quickly, his face full of joy.
"Well, let's have a casual meal with Fellow Daoist Wang. Fellow Daoist Song, are you coming here to eat too?"
Wang Ruyan smiled and nodded, her tone relatively calm.
"I met Li Daoyou, an old friend of Baiyunguan, and had dinner with him here."
The white-clothed scholar pointed at a middle-aged man behind him who was carrying a green wooden sword and said.
When Wang Changsheng saw the middle-aged man, a look of surprise flashed deep in his eyes.
The middle-aged man was none other than the foundation-building monk who argued with Wang Qingze in Tianyun Pavilion.