Most of the people living in this slum are ordinary people who are making a living in the county. If they are spiritual farmers, even if they are tenant farmers without their own spiritual land, their status in this world is far beyond that of ordinary people.
The houses in this area where mortals live are in a mess, without any maintenance at all. However, Yang Junshan was able to shuttle through this maze-like alleyway with ease, until he came to two wooden doors made of rotten wood.
There is a random graffiti painting on the two wooden doors. On the door on the left is a long lotus root, and on the door on the right is a goat stretching its neck to try to eat the lotus root. Unfortunately, this painting The middle of the painting was separated by the gap between the two doors. It looked like a child's prank. When Yang Junshan saw the painting, he smiled and said: "This is the painting, it should be right!"
Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, boom boom boom!
Yang Junshan clenched his fist and pounded the wooden door three times at a time, three times in a row. The two wooden doors almost flew back, causing dust to fall down.
Yang Junshan ignored it, clenched his fist and punched nine more times. The door bolts made "squeaking" noises, as if they were about to break at any time, but still no one answered.
Yang Junshan was slightly stunned and thought to himself: "Is it possible that this is not the rhythm of calling the door at this time?"
"Who is it? It's so late in the afternoon and I don't want anyone to sleep!"
An impatient voice cursed from behind the door from far to near: "If this continues, you will have to smash my door. Should I change two doors, or change the rhythm of knocking on the door? Well, you have to think about this!”
One of the two wooden doors was pulled back, and a head with wild hair suddenly stuck out from the crack in the door. It looked like a hanged man.
"Hey, why are you a child? Who are you? How did you get here? How do you know the code for knocking on the door?"
Yang Junshan looked at the man in front of him without any surprise. Although the messy hair covered most of his appearance, Yang Junshan could still recognize at a glance that this man was the one he was looking for. But at this time, he saw But when he went up, he was much younger and more energetic than in his previous life.
Yang Junshan didn't answer his question. He just walked towards the door and said as he walked: "Everyone who comes is a guest. Anyone who can find you here will naturally have connections. Why are you asking so many questions!"
The wild-haired young man involuntarily made way for Yang Junshan, and watched as he walked in in front of him. Only then did he realize that he had been blinded by a child, and hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, I said , you have to tell me who introduced you here, the people who come to my place are all regular customers, no one will find me here. "
Yang Junshan walked in and looked around. The small courtyard was filled with messy things. It seemed messy, but Yang Junshan could see that most of these things were divided into categories, but in fact they were in order.
Seeing that Yang Junshan ignored him and actually walked all the way into the house, the young man with wild hair quickly raised his heels and said, "Then why are you looking for me?"
Yang Junshan said amusedly: "What do you do here?"
The young man blurted out: "Refining weapons!"
Yang Junshan nodded and said: "I'm here to refine the weapon! I plan to refine a low-grade magical weapon."
After that, Yang Junshan opened the door and walked in. A strange smell immediately hit Yang Junshan's nose, making him sneeze twice. He quickly walked to both sides of the door and opened the windows one by one. , let the fresh air flow in the courtyard to change the dirty air in the house.
On the floor of the house, on the table, on the window sill, on the chairs, everywhere that can be placed is filled with various tools, paint, wood, bones, fur, gold and iron, earth and stone, paper, and unknown objects. The wooden barrels, etc., a large iron stove in the center seemed to have not had a fire for a long time, and the surface was covered with a thin layer of rust.
There is only a herringbone passage left on the ground for people to walk, one end is connected to the main entrance, the other two ends are connected to a small wooden bed, and the other end is connected to the only empty stool and a table filled with various tools. Square table.
Half of the small wooden bed against the wall was filled with various thread-bound books, leaving only a blanket that was just over a foot wide and whose color could not be seen clearly on the bed. The young man just now must be Lying there to sleep.
After taking a look at everything in the house, Yang Junshan was shocked to realize that the young man with wild hair did not follow him in. When he turned around to look, he saw him standing at the door of the house looking at him with an uncertain expression.
"Hey, why don't you come in? This is your house!"
After hearing this, the young man stepped into his house. At some point, he stroked the messy hair on his forehead back, revealing a face that hadn't been washed for who knows how many days, but it made him look more handsome. His eyes became more and more alert, and he said with a hint of solemnity in his expression: "Do you really want me to refine weapons?"
Yang Junshan was stunned and said, "Yes, what? Is there any problem?"
The young man did not answer
Yang Junshan asked, "Who introduced you here, or were you sent here by someone else?"
While speaking, the young man's bright eyes were fixed on Yang Junshan, and his aura was hesitant, as if he was about to fight if he disagreed.
Yang Junshan glanced at it funny and said: "Brother, why do you, a monk at the beginning of the martial arts realm, be so wary of me, a monk at the mortal realm? You said yourself that you are a weapon refiner, and I was just about to ask someone to help me. Is there anything wrong with making a natal magic weapon?"
After hearing Yang Junshan's words, the young man knew that he was overreacting. The atmosphere around him suddenly calmed down, but he still asked: "Ouyang Sen, Ouyang Miao, Ouyang Xin, Ouyang Ben, Ouyang Peilin, Ouyang Yulin, Ouyang Zhenlin "Which one of these people do you know?"
Yang Junshan suddenly said: "People from the Ouyang family, do you suspect that I was sent by the Ouyang family?"
The young man sneered and said: "You really know the Ouyang family. You can leave. I don't want to embarrass you. Let's let this end today!"
Yang Junshan said helplessly: "Well, it seems there is some misunderstanding. I will introduce my family first. I was originally from the Yang family in Qingshi Town, and now I am Yang Junshan from Mengyu County. The Ouyang family naturally knows it. After all, I am One of the two most famous families in Yu County, but if I have anything to do with the Ouyang family, you think highly of me."
The young man was silent for a moment and then said: "Since you are not from the Ouyang family, you should know that I have never refined a magic weapon."
This time it was Yang Junshan's turn to be surprised: "What, you have never refined a magic weapon? How is this possible? No, then why did you just say that you are a magic weapon? And the furnace in your house is clearly a magic weapon. stove"
The young man suddenly turned red and roared loudly: "I tell everyone who comes here that I am a weapon refiner, and no one fucking takes me seriously. Only you little brat believes it as soon as he opens his mouth." , but it makes me suspicious!"
The young man walked around the room irritably, tapping his fingers up and down and saying: "Also, also, you are a mortal cultivator who is only ten years old. At most, you can be regarded as a member of a small prominent family, but you actually know this." Refining furnace? The biggest problem is that you can find me here, but you don’t know that I usually only carve some runes, carve some patterns, and purify some spiritual materials for refining. I follow everyone who comes to my place. People say they know how to refine weapons, but no one believes it..."
"So, you don't even believe it anymore," Yang Junshan interrupted him directly and said sarcastically: "So when I asked you to refine a magical weapon, you even started to doubt yourself?"
"Fart!" The young man walked back and forth, kicking the various instruments placed on the ground and making them a mess. He kept scratching his head and said, "I do know how to refine weapons, but, it's just..."
"It's just that you have never made it before!"
"Not bad!" The young man looked at Yang Junshan fiercely and said, "You still dare to let me refine the magic weapon?"
Yang Junshan spread his hands and said: "I want to refine a magic weapon, but I don't have a way. How about you help me find a way? Listening to your tone just now, your background should not be simple. You are from a famous family in Yu County. The Ouyang family has a lot of connections. If the Ouyang family has a great business, there must be a weapon refiner worshiped by the family, otherwise... "
"Don't even think about it!" The young man didn't know what he thought of at this time, and suddenly said with a bad smile: "I am a member of the Ouyang family, yes, but why should I help you? Hehe, unless you can let me I’ll help you refine the weapon, since you don’t have the means anyway, you might as well let me help you!”
This time it was Yang Junshan's turn to be reluctant and said: "You have never made a weapon before?"
When the young man saw that things were going wrong, he quickly said: "It's true that I have never refined weapons, but you also know that I am a member of the Ouyang family after all. You have to admit the origin of family education. I have a complete inheritance of weapon refining. Every process and every step of the magic weapon is installed here, and I have rehearsed it countless times in my head, and there is absolutely no mistake!"