Martial arts become gods

Chapter 413 Martial Mark
Mo Xian couldn't help being ecstatic, this is Wuwen, the legendary Wuwen.

According to legend, even if it is a rabbit, it is not impossible to defeat a tiger if it has a suitable martial pattern on its body.

Although this is an exaggerated statement, it is enough to show the strength of Wu Wen.

The night passed quickly, and Mo Xian gradually understood the martial pattern.

The complexity of its forging method is simply beyond Mo Xian's imagination.

There are nearly a hundred kinds of materials for Taoism alone, each of which is very rare, and some of them are things he has never heard of.

This is still just the preparation in the early stage. In the later stage, he needs to soften all the materials and arrange them according to the special rules to form a certain special pattern.

Moreover, the final product is no more than the size of a fist.

In other words, he needs to build a grand world of martial arts in a place the size of a fist.

Just thinking about it gave Mo Xian a headache.

Fortunately, he is no longer as impatient as before. Seeing that it was dawn, he left behind those complicated rules and regulations in his mind, and was ready to open the door for a new day of business.

He was bragging at the beginning, saying that because of his level, even if he was driving in the mountains, people would come to ask him.

However, he obviously ignored one problem. Because he deliberately hid his identity, no one recognized him at all.

He also can't go to the street to publicize it, not to mention any troubles, which is also inconsistent with his original intention.

"call!"

Mo Xian opened the door, stretched his waist long, and made plans for no one to visit.

But soon, not far from the shop, an old man was quietly looking at his side.

"Business!" Mo Xian was overjoyed, and immediately said with a friendly smile, "Mr., what do you want?"

Seeing that Mo Xian opened his mouth and spoke, the old man showed a look of panic on his face, and subconsciously turned around to run away.

"Old man, am I so scary?" Mo Xian said a little dumbfounded, you said he was open for business, and people would run away when they saw him, then he could really close the business.

This is really Mo Xian's misunderstanding. He seems to have forgotten that this is Chaos City, the bloodiest and most violent place in the entire Iron Slaughter City.

Therefore, it is normal for others to guard against him.

Hearing what Mo Xian said, the old man was taken aback, then seemed to have made up his mind, and walked towards Mo Xian slowly.

"Mister, do you need anything?" Mo Xian rubbed his hands together, looking a bit like a profiteer wandering in the market.

"Young man, you are a blacksmith. My hoe is broken. I wonder if it can be repaired?" The old man said, and carefully took out a package in his arms. After opening it, there was a package that had broken into several pieces. hoe.

"Uh..." Mo Xian was speechless for a moment, first it was a big toy sword, but now it's a farming tool.

Moreover, the hoe was made of very low-quality materials, and after being broken, it was equivalent to a pair of waste residues.

"Mister, are you sure you have no other needs, such as weapons?" Mo Xian asked tentatively.

"Hehe, look at me, a bad old man, why do I need a weapon, but this and a hoe are very important to me. If it breaks, I may be beaten to death by my employer." The old man said, with a look of anger on his face. The color of fear.

"It's just a hoe, isn't it?" Mo Xian asked suspiciously.

"Young man, you don't know. Actually, I work as a gardener in a rich family. The housekeeper there is very vicious. If you break something in the public house, you will be beaten up, and the latter will be thrown directly into the circle of monsters. So, Please help me." The old man said with a wry smile.

"Uh, that's fine." Mo Xian nodded, anyway, it's a business deal, and it's better than nothing.

"Thank you, thank you very much!" The old man quickly thanked him a thousand times. If Mo Xian didn't stop him, he might have knelt down.

"But this hoe is useless, so I can only build another one for you," Mo Xian said.

"Okay, as long as the appearance is about the same." The old man nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Mo Xian, do you have any business?" At this time, Xiyan ran over bouncingly, and said excitedly.

"Well, it's just farm tools!" Mo Xian said with a dry smile.

"Aren't you a blacksmith supposed to make these things? Don't tell me you still want to make weapons." Xi Yan waved the Luo Yu in her hand and smiled.

"Uh..." Mo Xian couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't need to reveal his identity.

Mo Xian was no stranger to hoes, after all, he and his father had made a living with them for many years.

It didn't take long for a brand new hoe to be ready.

Although Mo Xian didn't use the method of forging Lingbao, he was a fifth-grade blacksmith after all, and under his subtle influence, this hoe could be called a hoe god.

"Thank you, thank you, this is your reward!" The old man took out a few copper coins from his pocket while thanking him profusely.

"Finally the first reward!"

Mo Xian rubbed his hands excitedly, but when he saw the greasy copper plates on the old man's hand, his expression froze immediately.

Could it be that his appearance fee is only so small?
"Young man, this is a good hoe. I know I have little money, but this is all my savings." The old man said with a sigh.

"Um, that's enough!" Mo Xian laughed dryly, and took the copper coin anyway.

Although these few copper coins are not worth mentioning to him at all, and he can completely ignore them, but he does not run a charity organization, so there is no need to use the so-called sympathy to trample on the dignity of an old man.

Moreover, although there are few copper plates, it is the old man's wish after all.

"Hehe, Brother Mo Xian, I can't tell, you are still kind-hearted!" After the old man left, Xiyan smiled lightly.

"Uh, what can I do, but at least I have my first income." Mo Xian shook his head mockingly. Although he sympathized with the old man's experience, this world is like this. People who are at the bottom like the old man There are tens of thousands, and there is no way to avoid it.

"Hee hee, you can think about it then." Xiyan smiled happily.

Mo Xian couldn't help but also laughed, the smile on Xi Yan's face seemed to have a kind of magical power, which easily infected him.

What Mo Xian didn't expect was that his unintentional action in the morning actually made the atmosphere here lively.

Many people have come to him to make things, of course most of them are still farm tools.

However, this gave Mo Xian a sense of accomplishment. His small shop had finally achieved something.

His fame gradually spread around.

And in such a life, Mo Xian's mood became more and more peaceful.

At the same time, whenever the night was quiet, he would carefully study the fifth-rank martial pattern design.

After thinking about it, Mo Xian decided to start.

The first step, of course, is to collect those missing materials.

This is a big project, because except for a very small part, he doesn't have any other materials, so he has to buy them.

(End of this chapter)