"Oh my god..." Chang Wucheng held the sword in both hands, his pupils shrank for a while, and at the same time he was extremely surprised, he couldn't help but let out a sound of admiration.
Even a person who doesn't know much about swords will know that this sword is very impressive, let alone the owner of a blacksmith shop who has been dealing with swords all year round.
"Ye Zifeng, is your brain caught by the door, such a good sword, you actually want to melt it?"
Chang Wucheng lowered his voice, and said slowly: "Besides, if I'm not wrong, this should be... a weapon that has reached the spiritual level, right?"
"The boss has good eyesight, yes, this is indeed a spiritual weapon."
Chang Wucheng sneered with a little understanding: "I understand, you must have obtained this sword through some disgraceful means, but you can't find the channels and ways of the black market, so you want to come to me to take it The sword melted, right?"
Ye Zifeng smiled lightly: "One hundred gold coins are not only money for melting swords, but also money for buying you to shut up. If you talk too much, then I will have to find someone else..." He didn't know Chang Wucheng's thoughts , After talking for a long time, in fact, I just want to ask for some more gold coins.
Ye Zifeng said that he really wanted to put the one hundred gold coin purse into his pocket.
Seeing this, Chang Wucheng couldn't tolerate him, so he stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist, and started laughing.
"Little brother, wait a minute, one hundred gold coins is one hundred gold coins, I always take this order."
Ye Zifeng didn't put the money bag back, but just hung it in the air.
"How long will it take to melt this sword, give me a clear number..."
"If you want to melt a spirit-level sword, it will probably take two days." Chang Wucheng rolled his eyes, and looked at Ye Zifeng with a smile, with a deep meaning in his eyes.
"One hundred and fifty gold coins, the extra fifty gold coins are your processing fee, let me ask again, how long will it take?" Ye Zifeng took out another stack of gold coins from his pocket.
Chang Wucheng was startled, he just provoked Ye Zifeng casually like a professional habit, he didn't expect this young master Ye Dafei to come up with a lot of gold coins, so he wanted to procrastinate for a while. But he didn't expect that he added half of the gold coins when he made such a raise.
"One day, I stayed up all night to melt the sword for you. How about you come to get the sword tomorrow evening?"
That's what Chang Wucheng said, and he couldn't figure it out, why Ye Zifeng wanted to melt this peerless sword into spiritual water, and why was the time so urgent? He wondered in his heart, could it be that Ye Zifeng really obtained it through disgraceful means
Ye Zifeng heard him say "one day", still shook his head, turned around as if he was about to leave.
How could Chang Wucheng allow this "rich man" to run away, and hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Wait a minute, two hundred gold coins, you sit here and wait today, I will do my best to mobilize all the resources in the whole shop, For an hour at most, I won't eat dinner or drink any water. Just melt this sword for you, okay?"
You know, the most profitable thing for blacksmiths is not buying and selling weapons, but smelting swords, because the cost of the former is very high, and there are no big buyers in Leizhou City, so the profit is not much; Just work hard. So if Ye Zifeng really gave him two hundred gold coins, then Chang Wu City's net profit would be at least one hundred and ninety gold coins.
"Wouldn't it be better to say an hour earlier? It's only two hundred gold coins, I have it." Ye Zifeng smiled slightly, he handed the Zixiao ancient sword to Chang Wucheng with his left hand, and took it out of his arms with his right hand A purse of one hundred gold coins came and was buckled on the table, but there was no reluctance in his heart.
If Ye Huichi knew that Ye Zifeng hadn't even warmed his Zixiao ancient sword, and sold it in a blacksmith's shop within a day, he would have to go crazy.
"Okay, it's two hundred gold coins, after all, the young master of the Ye family is rich." Chang Wucheng complimented Ye Zifeng, but in his heart he scolded Ye Zifeng for being a prodigal.
"But Young Master Ye, it's not that I'm going to blame you. Do you really not regret melting this spiritual-level sword?" mouth, renamed him Ye Shao.
Not to mention Ye Zifeng, even Chang Wucheng, who was used to this kind of thing, couldn't bear it anymore. Melting such a good sword into a furnace of Meteorite Spirit Water is simply a waste of heaven and earth.
"Of course I don't regret it. The spirit water of this ancient sword will be melted later, and I will be of great use."
"Will it be of great use? You are kidding me. Forget it, forget it, I really don't know which tendon in your brain is wrong, I don't care, just do as you said, melt it completely, I will hand over the melted Meteorite Spirit Water to you later, and when the time comes, don't turn your back on it."
"That's good." Ye Zifeng smiled and nodded.
Chang Wucheng saw that he didn't want to look back, shook his head with a wry smile, pulled the bellows, and saw flames bursting into the red-hot furnace, now that he has Ye Zifeng's consent, he doesn't care about anything , Throwing the ancient Zixiao sword into it.
However, since this is a spiritual-level sword, in order to completely melt it, some additional special quenching materials are needed, so he stood up and searched for various catalytic materials from the house. He has become much more serious than before.
Because, this is a job for two hundred gold coins, and he is not allowed to make mistakes! For him, this is a reward, an incentive, but also a constraint! Sufficient gold coins are placed in front of him, which is enough to make a person extremely concentrated. In this way, the value of the tempered meteoric iron spirit water will be even higher.
…
Melt the sword, and then take the spiritual water of the ancient meteorite.
This was when Ye Zifeng selected the reward for the first place in the Ladder Tournament, it was decided from the very beginning. It is also the real reason why he gave up Dragon Soul Jade Pendant and Sea Rong Bottle.
"Young Master Ye, I finally finished melting it for you before the end of the hour. Come and have a look, and take it away if you are satisfied."
Chang Wucheng was panting heavily, his bare shoulders were covered with sweat, obviously this hour was a work he devoted himself to.
"Huh? Is it melted?" Ye Zifeng was woken up from a sleepy state. For so many days, he has been preparing for the ladder meeting. Both physically and mentally, he is actually a little exhausted. Don't look at the fact that after he refined the spirit-binding pill, he caused two masters of the warrior realm to suffer a lot. He was almost dying in the alchemy in the week before the start of the ladder meeting. Extreme.
Therefore, he took advantage of the time in Changwu City to melt the sword, and actually used it to catch up on sleep, to make up for the difficulty of not sleeping with his eyes closed for many days.
"Young Master Ye, the Meteorite Spiritual Water you want is here."
Ye Zifeng shook his shoulders, stood up, and took a jade box that Chang Wucheng handed over, a thick purple aura slowly rose from the box, as if carrying an ancient aura, inside It was the Meteorite Spirit Water melted from the ancient Zixiao sword.
"Yes, it's fine." Ye Zifeng nodded slightly.
"If that's the case, then..." Chang Wucheng's gaze began to wander around the other hundred gold coins that Ye Zifeng put on the table just now.
"Anyway, if you hand over that bit of spiritual water that Tan Mo has, I'll be considered as finished receiving the goods."
Chang Wucheng was shocked, but his mouth was still tough: "What do you mean? You slandered me for greedy for your spiritual water?"
"Hurry up, I don't have time to entangle you with this. Don't think that if I fall asleep, you can do some sneaky tricks. I know better than you how much meteorite spirit water this ancient sword can condense. "
In fact, you don't need to keep watching Chang Wucheng for any unruly actions, you only need to compare it with the Meteorite Spirit Water that should be condensed by the ancient sword, and you can know whether Chang Wucheng's hands and feet are clean or not. And this is exactly the experience of Ye Zifeng, who was Wu Zong in his previous life, because as an alchemist, he can be said to place great emphasis on the dosage of materials.
If Chang Wucheng wanted to deceive Ye Zifeng about the amount of materials, it would take another hundred years.
Ye Zifeng saw that the other party hadn't moved yet, so he said directly: "Do you want me to say it, the spiritual water you are greedy for ink should have about 80 drops, which is almost half the amount of a jade box, you can just be greedy a little bit, You have been greedy so much, and you still want to hide it from me?"
The corner of Chang Wucheng's mouth twitched for a while, and then he patted his head: "Oh, look at my memory, I couldn't fit in the big jade box just now, so I took another small jade box to put it in. , If you don’t say anything, I’ll forget about it.” He originally thought that a young man like Ye Zifeng would be the best to fool him, but who would have guessed that the other party would expose his small thoughts while sleeping with his eyes closed, it really is hell.
Ye Zifeng looked at him with a cold smile, noncommittal.
"Okay, I don't have time to listen to your explanation, so bring them all." He looked directly at Chang Wucheng, and spread his hands towards him.
When did Chang Wucheng see Young Master Ye Family showing such a stern expression? In a moment of astonishment, let alone the small half of the jade box, he even took out some smaller jade boxes and handed them over unconsciously. It's in Ye Zifeng's hands.
"That's more or less the same." Ye Zifeng withdrew his cold gaze, then smiled faintly. As he took the jade boxes, he walked away, gradually walking away.
…
When he showed up in the wilderness with these jade boxes filled with Meteorite Spirit Water, it was almost nightfall.
For him, however, such nights were the perfect time to be stealthy.
Under the moonlight, he walked to the depths of the woods step by step, and pushed aside layers of old branches, and the pill furnace he bought before appeared in front of him impressively.
"With so much Meteorite's spiritual water as a supplement, I don't believe that the quality of your alchemy furnace can't be raised to the mysterious level." Ye Zifeng said to himself, with a slight raise of the corner of his mouth. radian.