Qing Ming

In the early morning of the next day, just as the eastern sky was turning pale, Li Jun, a wine boy, came to the caravan station with four guards in plain clothes as promised. He was about to knock on the door when a deep voice came from above his head.

"Waiting for you for a long time!"

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a red-robed man sitting on the towering wall, who was the one who gave the wine yesterday.

Liu Qiankun jumped down, landed firmly on the ground, and said with a smile, "Let's go, take me to find the number one ice craftsman."

A group of people crossed the streets and alleys, walked for nearly an hour, and finally came to the door of a dilapidated blacksmith shop in the south of the city. If it weren't for the dilapidated plaque hanging on the slightly slanted gate, it would be difficult for people to imagine that it was a blacksmith shop. A blacksmith shop.

The door of the shop was blocked by a stained curtain, but there was no sound from inside, and no heat could be felt. I'm afraid that the ice master master didn't even start a fire in the blacksmith's stove.

Li Jun was also impatient, and he shouted crisply through the curtain: "Old man Zhu, come out to pick up the guests!"

...Liu Qiankun smiled wryly, and thought: Why is this posture like the old bustard in Xifenglou greeting his sister...

"Ahem!" He responded with two dry coughs, and a corner of the dirty door curtain was lifted, and a stooped, skinny old man walked out.

The old man's silver hair was mixed with a lot of gray-black dirt, and the creases on his pointed and thin face were as many as the bark of a thousand-year-old pine tree. He was leaning on a rattan cane in his big skinny hands, and he walked slowly in front of everyone step by step. .

Li Jun stretched out his hand and pointed at the old man opposite, and said with a smile: "Hey! This is the number one ice craftsman, look at his current appearance, how can he have the strength to swing a hammer?"

Liu Qiankun remained silent, staring at the pair of big hands leaning on crutches. It was very strange that there was no crease on the back of Zhu Qing's hands. It seems to be showing off the potential explosive power of these big hands.

Liu Qiankun stepped forward and bowed to the old man, and said: "I wish the craftsman Qing, I'm a silver owl, be polite!" His appearance was extremely respectful.

Zhu Qing raised his head, half-closed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. His pale yellow eyes rolled back and forth, his dry lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say a word.

"Cough cough!" Zhu Qing lowered his head and coughed twice, then turned his head and walked slowly towards the shop, ignoring the people outside, he walked very slowly, even his back seemed more and more stooped.

Li Jun pouted at the old back, and said: "Look, he is old and deaf, let alone forging a weapon, even swinging a hammer will cost him half his life now..."

Liu Qiankun laughed, because just before Zhu Qing turned to leave, he clearly heard a vigorous and thick voice, saying: "Cultivator, come in and talk!"

"You wait for me outside, I'll come as soon as I go!" Liu Qiankun said casually, and strode towards the blacksmith shop.

Walking into the blacksmith shop, a damp musty smell hits the face. With the dim light, you can see everything in the shop. A huge stove is piled up with ashes that have been deposited for an unknown number of years, but the furnace body is very clean. Faintly revealing a blue-black luster.

A lot of dusty sledgehammers, iron tongs and other belongings were randomly piled up all around, and an anvil for blacksmithing stood in the middle, and a thick layer of dust had already accumulated on it, and I don’t know how many years it hadn’t been used. !

There was a rattan chair with a slanted back beside the anvil, and Zhu Qing was sitting on it with half-closed eyes. He had already casually left the rattan cane aside.

"I don't know why your honor is here?" Zhu Qing finally said slowly.

Liu Qiankun clasped his hands again, and said, "Let the blunt sword strike!" He answered neatly, without any affectation.

"Do you know that if you want me to wish Qing Qilu you have to do something for me?"

"Of course I know, but I don't know why?"

Zhu Qing leaned forward slightly, and left the rattan chair with his back, sighed: "I'm afraid it's really hard for you to do it with your cultivation level!" After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

These nonsensical words on the contrary aroused the arrogance in Liu Qiankun's heart. Although he could not fly to the sky or escape from the ground, he would never tolerate being so contemptuous.

"I know that my cultivation is shallow, so I need to ask the master craftsman to clarify." There was some anger in the words.

"Hey! The elixir is complete, and the spirit baby has not yet appeared. With your cultivation level, how can you break into the 'Prisoner God Ice Field'?" Zhu Qing still looked half-dead.

Liu Qiankun didn't care about being seen through at a glance, but being despised twice made him a little annoyed, and what the hell was the "Prisoner Ice Field"? On the contrary, I was a little more curious.

"You don't have to worry about whether you can get in, not to mention that your cultivation base may not be much higher than mine, don't think that men are rare about your magic weapons, I'm afraid you may not have the number one ice craftsman. The ability to sharpen this blunt sword of mine!" Liu Qiankun simply scorned this ostentatious old fellow.

The hardness of the Qingming sword is many times stronger than those thousand-year-old cold iron, and even Qionghong's pair of golden dragon claws can't damage it. This time Liu Qiankun came here just to try it out, of course It's not worth pretending to be a grandson in front of this bad old man.

"Hmph! There is no weapon in this world that my Zhu clan can't use!" Zhu Qing said proudly with a muffled snort.

Liu Qiankun flipped out his Qingming sword, turned the hilt upside down and handed it to Zhu Qing, saying: "If you can really attack this sword, no matter what the hell is that 'Prisoner God Ice Field', I, Yin Xiao, will go too Let's go!" The voice was sonorous and powerful, resounding across the floor.

Zhu Qing took the unremarkable ancient sword and said with a sneer, "If I can't strike with this sword, I will blow up the millennium black iron furnace!" While speaking, he flicked his fingers towards the spine of the sword.

Clang!A clear dragon chant sounded, and the Qing Ming sword trembled slightly in Zhu Qing's palm.

"Good sword, good sword!" Zhu Qing's eyes flashed brightly, and his old appearance disappeared instantly, and he let out a sound of admiration.

Before he could see clearly the ancient sword in his hand, there was a sudden change, and the ancient sword began to vibrate violently as if it had suddenly come to life.

Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha!

The magnitude of the vibration was getting bigger and bigger, and Zhu Qing could no longer grasp it with one hand. He quickly jumped up from the wicker chair, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both palms, and his face changed drastically.

"Hey!" Zhu Qing snorted, his face flushed red, and there was a crisp sound like popping beans all over his body.

Papapa... The rickety back was straightened, and the thin body quickly swelled up as if it was inflated.

Chi Chi!

Pieces of high-stretched muscles tore the clothes on his body to shreds, and the tearing sound of the cloth made one's teeth ache!

The short and thin Zhu Qing has now become a giant man more than ten feet tall, and all the clothes on his body have turned into pieces of rags and are placed between the crevices of the muscles with high lines all over his body. The appearance reminds Liu Qiankun of A character in a cartoon.

Well!By the way, Guixianren, that guy is called Guixianren...

(Call for tickets! Call for collection! Call for pure men to rise up!)