Evergreen Immortal.

"You're drinking again."

Jiang Yan looked at Jiang Linxian with a face full of complaints.

Jiang Linxian chuckled:

"No, no."

Perhaps only he, the only daughter, could say this, otherwise even if the head of Huaqing Sect dared to persuade him not to drink today, he would have to take two swords.

Today.

Jiang Yan saw the mark left by Jiang Linxian outside Zhu's room, and then came over.

"Dad, have you found the people from the Ghost Sect?"

Jiang Linxian didn't care:

"Just a few fleas, it's just that they're harder to catch."

Jiang Yan was helpless.

Her father always looked unreliable, and he was also a violent maniac.

But looking at the entire Anning Mansion, there were not many people who could take his sword, so he could almost do anything he wanted to do.

What he couldn't do, others couldn't do either.

Jiang Yan complained like a spoiled child:

"Dad"

"Okay, okay, I'll be careful, that's all."

Jiang Linxian habitually put his hand on the wine pot behind him, and then retracted it in dismay.

"Someone from the Ghost Sect took something they shouldn't have taken, and they must take it back."

"So there's news about the fairy treasure?"

Jiang Yan was delighted.

Jiang Linxian nodded, with a faint sword intent in his eyes:

"Soon."

Tianyi Hall.

Li Rui waved his long sword, lifting heavy objects with ease, and set off gusts of wind.

Suddenly, it became soothing, like an old turtle coiling on a rock, one movement and one stillness, all in accordance with the laws of nature.

Movement and stillness are only a thought away.

Huh!

He let out a long breath, frowned slightly at the long sword in his hand.

"Too light."

Since the breakthrough, thirty-seven pounds of iron can no longer meet his needs.

"It needs to be heavier!"

After a rough estimate, a seventy-pound sword can exert the full power of the white ape's sword.

If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools.

For those who travel the world, you must have a knife that is not in your hand.

In a fight with others, the slightest advantage can determine life and death, so this matter cannot be sloppy.

Li Rui put away his knife and walked out of the black market building.

"Master Li."

As soon as he walked out of the door, a capable man greeted him flatteringly: "Leave it to us if you have anything to do."

The man's name is Mao Kai.

He is the leader newly promoted by Li Rui.

The leader is just an internal position in the black market, so he only needs the approval of the deacon.

Building your own team often starts with promotion.

This Mao Kai will be labeled as Li Rui for the rest of his life.

Li Rui chuckled.

Quite clever.

"No, I'll walk by myself."

Mao Kai walked backwards, completely revealing the road to the black market in front of Li Rui.

The State of Yu implemented the official operation of salt and iron, and it was not easy for ordinary people to buy weapons.

The "iron" here refers to iron smelting.

Compared with private salt, the government's control over iron smelting is more stringent.

There is no room for negotiation at all.

The fundamental reason for the strict control of iron smelting is, of course, to prevent people from privately casting weapons, which is a serious crime involving nine clans.

If you want to buy weapons, you can only go to the government.

You can only go to blacksmith shops registered with the government, and some major forces.

Coincidentally, the Tiandi League is one of them.

Not long after.

Li Rui came to the Wenwu Hall.

After the last competition, his reputation has become much louder.

"Master Li."

The young disciple who sold him the long sword last time trotted up to greet him.

The master of the Wenwu Hall changes, and the disciples are iron.

Although the master of the Wenwu Hall has changed, most of the disciples in the hall are still the original batch, otherwise it would be too absurd to change a master and a group of people.

"Come to buy a knife."

The young disciple was stunned when he heard it: "Master Li, do you want to buy a spiritual knife?"

Li Rui bought a 30-jin knife from him before, and he still remembers it now.

Li Rui shook his head: "No, the previous knife was too light. I want to make a heavier knife. 70 jin is the best."

70 jin!

The young disciple took a breath of cold air when he heard this number.

"Can't make it?"

Seeing the expression of the young disciple, Li Rui asked.

The young disciple of Wenwu Hall shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, it's just that a 70-jin knife made of ordinary pig iron is at least six feet high, unless some spiritual iron is used."

Li Rui frowned.

This is indeed a problem. The density of pig iron is limited. A six-foot knife is too conspicuous and not easy to use.

"How much silver does it cost to use spiritual iron?"

The young disciple has been in Wenwu Hall for many years. Although he is not familiar with the way of casting weapons, he is good at estimating prices.

"It'll cost about 300 taels, and that's with the cheapest black iron."

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Li Rui was speechless.

Warriors are indeed money-eating beasts. Just to buy a set of clothes, they have to spend a lot of silver.

All his money was used to buy spiritual soil.

At this time, he had nothing, so how could he take out 300 taels of silver.

"Next time."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a familiar young man appeared beside him.

"Master Li, I still have some spare money, you can use it first?"

Li Rui turned his head.

He saw Liu Tong's handsome face.

"It turned out to be Xiao Liu."

Since Liu Tong shined in the big competition and won the entrance quota of Huaqing Sect, his status in the Chuanfa Hall has been unprecedentedly high, only below the chief and deputy hall masters.

Yes, after his brother-in-law Zhang Yang lost, he decisively transferred from the Wenwu Hall to the Chuanfa Hall.

How high-spirited he was.

Li Rui chuckled: "Then I won't be polite."

Although Liu Tong joined the Tiandi League with the help of his brother-in-law Zhang Yang, his family also has some strength in Qinghe. Otherwise, if he only eats Zhang Yang's money, how can he have money to enjoy every night.

"When I was in Tianyi Hall, I was taken care of by the hall master. This little money is nothing."

Li Rui grinned.

Really generous.

Now with Liu Tong's potential, I'm afraid all the money in his family is at his disposal.

Although Li Rui's status is not low, he can't compare with the family that has accumulated for decades.

"One thing is one thing. How can you borrow money and not pay it back? Xiaohe and Shulin still miss you often. You can come back to the hall when you have time."

Liu Tong sighed: "It's still comfortable to live in the building. I'll treat you hall master to a drink some other day."

"Very good."

Li Rui smiled and nodded.

Liu Tong is good at making friends and business. If he can really go to Huaqing Sect, he should be able to mix well.

Seven days passed in a row.

It takes longer to forge spiritual weapons than ordinary weapons.

Li Rui had to wait for a while.

"Master Li, this is your sword."

The young disciple smiled and lifted the sword with great effort.

This sword is four feet and three inches long, and the back of the sword is about an inch thick. It looks quite solid. In addition, the blade is black all over, like ink. .

This is because it is mixed with spiritual ore black iron.

Corresponding to spiritual soil, there are spiritual ore in the world. Weapons made of spiritual ore iron and stone are spiritual weapons.

Spiritual ore iron and stone have different materials and different effects.

This black iron is the most common type of spiritual ore. It doesn't have many uses, but it is heavy.

But this meets Li Rui's needs.

The young disciple's eyelids trembled wildly.

Li Rui actually lifted the black sword lightly with one hand.

"Good sword!"