At this time, Lin Fei had seen it clearly for the first time that the unshaven swordsman was actually quite young, probably in his twenties. He was just because his clothes were dirty and torn, and his beard was messy, which made him look much older than his actual age.

"You said..." The sword-casting master opened his eyes wide and swallowed with difficulty: "You said you want to buy my sword-casting workshop?"

Lin Fei nodded: "That's right."

"Boss, please, please, please, please..." The sword-casting master was stunned for a moment, then squeezed out a flattering smile and asked Lin Fei to the chair with diligent desire, as if he wanted to invite Lin Fei to sit down. But after looking at it, he found that the chair was too dirty, and he quickly wiped it with his sleeves several times: "Look at the location of my sword-casting shop, the most golden area in the North City, there are no 10,000 cultivators passing here every day, and there are eight thousand..."

"..." Lin Fei glanced at the deserted street outside and said nothing.

"And, my furnace is not an ordinary furnace. My master spent hundreds of years traveling all over the Luofu world, collecting ninety-ninety-eighty-type innate gold, and then spending hundreds of years bringing the two earth veins of the moon and the sun. In this furnace, the Yin and Yang are in harmony with each other. Let me tell you, even if a piece of mortal iron is thrown in, you can refine a magic weapon for you..."

"There are only seventy-two kinds of innate gold..." Lin Fei couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ah?" The sword-caster was obviously stunned for a moment, but his awkward smile only stopped on his face for a moment, and then enthusiastically promoted it: "Don't bother these details. Anyway, my furnace has a good origin. Look, the prime location, the innate furnace, and the two earth veins of the Taiyin and Sun are considered to be what I gave you. Isn't it too much to sell you 100,000 spirit stones?"

"One hundred thousand spirit stones?"

"Yes, yes, 100,000 spirit stones, boss, I tell you, this price is really not expensive. Look at this location and look at this furnace. If you buy 100,000 spirit stones, you can get your money back in a year..."

"I only have ten spirit stones on my body..."

"..." The sword-casting master's voice stopped abruptly, his flattering smile instantly closed, and he patted Lin Fei who was sitting on the chair: "Get up, go straight out, remember to bring the door for me."

"..." Lin Fei scratched his head and stood up from the chair awkwardly. This was really faster than turning aside...

However, after standing up, Lin Fei did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out a stone and placed it next to the furnace. He left the sword-making workshop. He just said before leaving the door: "If you change your mind, you can come to Dongcheng Inn to find me."

“No gift…”

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Half an hour later, a middle-aged monk walked into the sword-making workshop cursingly.

"Those shameless people in Qianshan Sect know about spirit stones, spirit stones, spirit stones, spirit stones, spirit stones, and spirit stones all day long. Mining fifty spirit stones and thirty spirit stones. This broken place is even more outrageous. No one passes by for ten days and half a month. It actually takes one hundred spirit stones a month..." After scolding Qianshan Sect, he kicked the young swordsman who was on the recliner's chair and resting: "Little bastard, he doesn't do serious business all day and only knows how to sleep. Go quickly and grind the two swords I cast yesterday. When a fat sheep comes to the door, see if he can sell those two swords to him..."

"Damn..." The young swordsman suddenly fell to the ground by a middle-aged monk. When he opened his eyes, he was about to start scolding. But he was just halfway through the scolding but suddenly he was stunned: "Master, why are you back?"

"If I don't come back, how could I know you're sleeping for most of the day?" The middle-aged monk looked a little unkind.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong..." Before the middle-aged monk got angry, the young swordsman had already admitted his mistakes repeatedly. After that, he still had a terrible leg to hold up the recliner, wiped it hard with his sleeves several times before serving the middle-aged monk to sit down: "You are working hard all the way, so I'll pour you water..."

"Okay, come back." The middle-aged monk glared at the young sword-casting master in anger, sat on the recliner for a while, and asked again: "Is there any business coming to my door these days when I have gone out?"

"This..." When you heard this, the young swordsman's face suddenly turned like a bitter gourd: "You old man knows that no one must pass by this place for ten days and half a month. Besides, with your old man's skills, you only have one hundred spirit stones and two hundred spirit stones. Even if you have business, you will be scared away..."

"Are you itchy?"

"No, no..." The young swordsman shook his head quickly and was about to pour water for his master, but suddenly he remembered something: "Oh, by the way, Master, there was a big business coming just now!"

"oh?"

"There is a kid who said he wanted to buy our sword casting shop!"

"Damn!" The middle-aged monk jumped up immediately, grabbed the collar of the young swordsman, and asked repeatedly: "Where are people, where are people?"

"I've been leaving for a while..."

"How can you let someone go?" The middle-aged monk almost went crazy. He pointed at the nose of the young sword-casting master and started scolding: "How do I teach you normally? You are the guests at your door, and your parents of food and clothing. It doesn't matter if you are not filial to your master, but you must serve the guests well. Hurry up, point me in what direction you are heading, and I will go and get the people back now!"

"There are only ten spirit stones on that kid..."

“…”

The middle-aged monk who was jumping up and down suddenly calmed down.

He stared at the young sword-casting master in a daze. After a stick of incense, he stretched out a finger and asked with difficulty: "Ten Spirit Stones?"

"Yes, just ten spirit stones..."

After a while, the middle-aged monk cursed with a look of disappointment: "Bastard!"

After cursing, he seemed to want to turn grief and anger into sword making techniques. He drank the water poured by his apprentice for a few sips, then rolled up his sleeves, walked to the furnace to activate the true energy, and ignited the earth fire under the furnace...

However, when I was about to put in the fine iron, I suddenly found something was placed next to the furnace.

"Huh?" The middle-aged monk was a little surprised. He reached out and took the thing over. He looked at it. It seemed to be a stone. But I don't know why. The middle-aged monk always felt that the stone was a little strange...

After thinking about it, the middle-aged monk tried to inject a stream of true energy into the stone, but soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!