Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 252 Warehouse on the Right

The old man's face gradually became gloomy, and the young swordsmiths around him were all stunned on the spot. Duan Qi's words seemed to have blocked the old man's mouth, making him speechless.

Not only the old man, but even the other swordsmiths couldn't answer, and in their hearts, they also faintly felt that Duan Qi's words were more reasonable.

The cockscomb head named Chen Zheng stood up again and stood beside the old man: "Duan Qi, you will be able to show your tongue, my master is too lazy to talk to you."

"Oh?" Duan Qi was slightly surprised: "Who is your master?"

The old man finally showed a smug look, pointed at himself with a thumbs up and said, "It's the old man. My name is Chen Huo. He was an apprentice swordsmith at the age of 11. He forged swords by himself at the age of 21. Up to now, there are already many swordsmiths. 40 years of experience in making swords."

Apprentice Chen Zheng added proudly: "My master is over fifty years old, and now he is in charge of forging swords for the royal disciples. He no longer cares about ordinary swords."

The surrounding swordsmiths all looked at Duan Qi proudly, with indescribable pride in their hearts.

Under the eyes of the crowd, they all thought that Duan Qi should be admired.

No matter who it is, knowing that such a qualified swordsmith is here, they will be in awe.

Duan Qi just smiled slightly and said, "Oh."

The understatement of the answer made many people's faces blaze with anger, each of them felt ruthless in their hearts, and they couldn't wait to teach this ignorant young man severely.

Ignoring everyone's gazes, Duan Qi turned around, pulled up Jin Hailiang who was lying on the ground, and walked towards one of the furnaces. The stone platform next to it was already filled with a large pile of sword casting materials , are some low-level materials.

Pig iron, refined steel, amber stone, charcoal, not even a single inscription spar.

It's not surprising to think about it. Most of the swords cast by the Sword Forging House are provided to soldiers, but the materials used to cast swords for the royal family are naturally different.

"By the way, where do you keep the materials for your Sword Forging House? I don't need most of the materials on this stone platform." Duan Qi asked.

The others looked at him coldly, but did not answer.

Jin Hailiang rubbed his swollen cheeks, and said, "Duan Daxian, these people are really blind. I'll find any materials you want."

Duan Qi made a guess and said, "I'm just using it for practice, and I don't need any materials that are too good. See if there are any materials for forging treasures with seventh-order inscriptions."

Jin Hailiang nodded immediately: "Oh! Okay, I'll look for it right away."

Just two steps away, he ran back again: "Excuse me, Duan Daxian, what materials do you use to forge the seventh-order inscription treasure?"

Duan Qi raised his forehead, feeling physically and mentally exhausted. It turned out that this Jin Hailiang was just a playboy who didn't understand anything.Even if he made a list of all the materials and asked him to find them, he probably wouldn't know the materials.

Thinking of this, Duan Qi could only say indifferently: "It's okay, I'll look for it with you!"

At this time, an old man walked by the door. This old man was even older. He looked to be in his 80s, and he was still leaning on a cane.

Seeing the old man coming, many swordsmiths greeted him one after another: "Old Curator Hu, why are you here?"

The old curator Hu glanced at the surrounding crowd, and then laughed in a low voice: "Hehe, I'm here to see Duan Daxian."

Chen Zheng's face in the crowd immediately turned cold: "I came to see this newcomer again."

The old curator Hu shook his crutch lightly, opened his mouth slightly, his sallow teeth fell out to the very few left: "Is Duan Daxian here?"

At this moment, Duan Qi flew in from the crowd and landed in front of old curator Hu: "What's the matter, old man?"

The old curator Hu looked at Duan Qi up and down, and saw that this boy was quite upright, with delicate features, thoughtful etiquette, and was very likable. He nodded in satisfaction, slowly raised his crutches, pointed to the right, and said: "Duan Daxian, I came here specially to tell you that the right side of the sword-making room is the warehouse, and all the sword-making materials are in the warehouse, you can find it by opening the secret door."

"This..." The surrounding disciples were all dumbfounded, unable to react.

"Old Director Hu! Did you make a mistake?" Chen Zheng immediately reminded: "The warehouse on the right is full of high-grade materials, which are used to make swords for the royal family, princes, princesses, and generals Materials. The warehouse on the left is for this guy to practice."

"Yes, yes! Mr. Hu, the warehouse on the right cannot be opened."

Many people kindly reminded the old curator Hu that he was really afraid that he would make a mistake and actually open the warehouse on the right for a 17-year-old swordsmith. Wouldn't the high-level swordsmith materials in it be wasted by this guy?

Many were outraged.

The old curator Hu raised his crutches and slammed it on the ground, and the whole person suddenly became angry without anger: "What are you talking about? Do you really think that I, the old curator Hu, have become old and confused? Tell you, I will I am 83, and my head is still very clear-headed, not old-fashioned, the warehouse on the right is now Duan Daxian's imperial warehouse, and the royal family does not need to make swords recently, and all the materials in it are for Duan Daxian to use alone."

"Give it to him alone!" At this time, Chen Huo in the distance couldn't calm down anymore.

"Why!"

"Yes! Why?"

The crowd shouted in succession.

The old curator Hu immediately shouted: "Don't make noise! ​​This is the emperor's order, Duan Daxian is just borrowing five days, only five days, are you even willing to do this?"

"I..." Chen Zheng was tongue-tied, not knowing what to say.

Old man Chen Huo came out from behind the crowd, lightly patted his apprentice Chen Zheng on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Forget it, let him waste it! He only has five days, and he will leave after five days."

Ignoring the envious eyes of the crowd around, Duan Qi walked up to the old curator Hu, smiled slightly, and said: "Duan Qi thanked the old curator Hu for his care, please rest assured, the old curator Hu, I will definitely not Wanton waste. Use as much as you can, and don’t waste it if you can’t use it.”

"Okay, that's very good!" After the old curator Hu replied with satisfaction, he walked out of the sword casting room alone.

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In the Qingluan Mountains, above the clouds, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect got up in a hurry. There was only a little more than a month before the martial arts competition, and the disciples had to work harder to cultivate, and strive to improve their own abilities in this last bit of time. Xiuwei.

But there is a vein, but it is happy to be leisurely every day.

This is naturally the lineage of Zang Jianfeng. From top to bottom of Zang Jianfeng, everyone is living in a leisurely and unrestrained way, and there is no atmosphere of martial arts competition at all.

Xiao Jian was still the same as before, drinking every day, occasionally walking around the bamboo house, and teaching Han Mengling a few sword skills if he met her.Han Mengling's learning speed is very fast, as long as Xiao Jian rehearses it once, Han Mengling can memorize the movements.

(End of this chapter)