Chapter 305 Blacksmith
Wang Feiyin: "You speak as if the national treasury has money to hire people."

"Increase revenue and reduce expenditure. Old Zhu did a lot of good things, but some of his things were also very tasteless. If I became a powerful official, the first thing I would do is to reduce the money given to the royal family."

Wang Feiyin: "Then you are not a powerful official, but a treacherous official."

Wang Feiyin shouted, "Treasonous minister, are your legs healed? My feet will be sore if I stand any longer!"

Pan Yun blushed and continued to quietly relax her toes. After a moment, she said seriously, "I'm fine."

Wang Feiyin led her towards the city gate.

Pan Jun looked around curiously. Seeing that the scenery here was different from Sanqing Mountain, and even the houses were not like those in Jiangnan, he asked curiously, "Big Brother, where is this? It looks familiar to me."

Wang Feiyin: "Of course it looks familiar. This is the place in Kaifeng where you and your third senior brother and fourth senior sister trained."

Pan Yun: …

She skipped over the matter and asked, "Is the weapon master here?"

Wang Feiyin pulled her to quicken her pace, "What weapon refining master? We are here to find a blacksmith."

In a hurry, Pan Yun only had time to raise his head and take a look at the two blurry words on the city gate - Weichuan.

The management of the city gate of Weichuan was not strict today. Wang Feiyin pulled Pan Yun in with empty hands. The soldiers guarding the gate glanced at them without stopping or checking the household registration pass or anything like that, and let them in directly.

Wang Feiyin took her through the streets and alleys like he was familiar with the place. They bought a roast chicken at a restaurant, and then turned into an alley and bought ten mutton steamed buns.

Then he took her to the other side of the street. As soon as she entered the street, she heard the sound of iron hammering.

Wang Feiyin led her to stand in front of a shed.

The shed was open, with three sides exposed, and there were a lot of iron objects hanging on the hooks hanging from the opposite wall and the roof of the shed.

Most of them are kitchen knives, sickle heads, pots, etc.

The shed was built against a house, and the door and windows of the house were facing the shed, and the sound of iron hammering came from inside.

Pan Jun looked up and could see a large red-hot stove and a sturdy figure swinging a hammer through the window.

As soon as Wang Feiyin dragged her out of the shed, the sound of iron hammering inside paused for a moment, and then a strong voice came out from inside: "The task is heavy recently, so we will not accept any outside work."

Wang Feiyin pulled her in and said with a smile, "Look what I brought you?"

The blacksmith frowned, but when he saw the roast chicken and mutton steamed buns in his hands, his brows relaxed.

He casually put the half-beaten iron block into the cold water trough, put down the hammer and walked over. He glanced at Pan Yun but didn't take him seriously.

He took the paper bag from Wang Feiyin, took out a mutton steamed bun, took a bite and asked, "What do you want?"

He didn't look at Pan Jun, but Pan Jun was looking at him seriously. This man had solid and muscular body and full of strength. Judging from his face and figure, he seemed to be only about thirty years old, but when he looked at the gray hair on his temples.

Pan Jun turned her head to look at her senior brother. Her intuition told her that they were about the same age.

If you don’t fight, you can’t tell the other party’s cultivation level.

Pan Jun's hands felt a little itchy.

Then Wang Feiyin pushed her in front of the man who was as tall as a small mountain. "This is my junior sister. I want you to make a flying device for her."

Pan Yun and he stared at each other.

The man was obviously surprised and finally looked at Pan Yun seriously.

He lowered his head and looked at her again and again. He couldn't help but put his greasy hand on her head and asked, "Is she the first marquis?"

Wang Feiyin couldn't help laughing, with a proud look on his face, but he nodded reservedly and said, "I just broke through not long ago."

The man felt that the steamed bun in his hand was no longer delicious, "I still haven't found a good apprentice..."

Wang Feiyin restrained his smile and consoled him, "Taking a disciple is also a matter of fate. You see, I don't have a master-disciple relationship, and I still don't have a disciple."

The man sneered, "Who among you in Sanqing Temple is not your disciple? It's just that we are not a master-disciple relationship. Don't show off in front of me, otherwise I won't help you even if you give me mutton steamed buns."

Wang Feiyin immediately put away his smile and said, "No, no, no, I am the one who is being abrupt. Let me ask my fellow apprentices to keep an eye out when they go out. If there is a suitable person, I will bring him to you to have a look."

When he said that, the man was really moved.

Wang Feiyin and his several junior brothers and sisters travel around all day long. Unlike Wang Feiyin, who has to stay in Sanqing Mountain, and Wang Feiyin, who likes to stay at home and do blacksmithing, they have met many people and might be able to find a disciple for him.

"You should say this as a promise."

Wang Feiyin's face straightened, and he finally said solemnly, "I will tell them to be careful."

The man's expression softened and the big hand on Pan Yun's head left.

As soon as he looked down, he met Pan Yun's fixed gaze, "Little Taoist friend, what kind of flying magic weapon do you want?"

Just as Pan Yun was about to speak, the man asked, "Are you practicing the Dao of Alchemy, the Dao of Magic, or the Dao of Sword?"

Pan Yun paused and said, "I practice talismans and swords."

"Then let's get a flying sword," he said, "Of all the types of magical weapons, the sword is the fastest."

Pan Yun: "I think I can try other magic weapons."

Wang Fei suppressed his smile and said, "She already has a sword, you make her the others."

The man glanced at Wang Feiyin and said, "Then use the talisman pen?" "I can make you a talisman pen that can be used for fighting, flying, and drawing talismans."

You can tell how big a pen is by using the handle as a measure word.

But how different is it from a sword? They are both straight and it's dangerous to stand on them with no footing, okay?
Pan Jun shook his head, "Do you want to ask me about my requirements for flying instruments?"

The blacksmith said unhappily, "What other requirements are there for a flying magic weapon besides speed? Since you have a sword, then bring it to me. With some practice, it will make you faster and stronger."

Pan Jun didn't want to take it.

Wang Feiyin thought for a moment and said, "We can add one or two magic arrays to the sword to make it faster."

He turned around and said to Pan Yun: "Even if you don't use it, you can make it faster in battle; if one day you can fly on it, you will be more prepared."

Pan Yun thought it made sense, not because of the second half, but because of the first half.

She took out the sword.

The blacksmith first took a quick glance at her sleeves, surprised that she could use the space in her sleeves for the first time, and then he looked at the sword.

At first glance, he had an indescribable look on his face.

Wang Feiyin: "How is it, look familiar?"

He laughed and said, "I guessed it was you who made the sword when I saw it, but there is no mark of yours on it."

Wang Feiyin sighed, "The Zhang family is so prestigious that they allow you to fight with swords without leaving any marks on them."

The blacksmith said, "You thought it was you. Zhang Liuzhen would be considerate of others. He knew that this sword would cause disputes, so he took me out."

Wang Feiyin: "I think you are coveting his materials, right?"

The blacksmith denied it, "I owed him a favor, so I had to do it."

He drew out the sword and admired his masterpiece once again, saying, "This sword is already perfect and cannot be changed. Use it to fly. I can guarantee that no one at the same level can catch up with you."

Pan Yun: "Don't you want to carve a speed formation?"

The blacksmith held the sword horizontally and let her look at the hilt. He then rotated the hilt in front of her. The hilt made a crackling sound and half of it turned inside out, revealing a half-open hole.

From Pan Yun's perspective, he could see that the inside of the hilt was engraved with magic circles.

Pan Yun was amazed and murmured, "No wonder I thought it was extremely fast. It turns out that a speed array has been engraved on it. The hilt can actually rotate..."

Zhang Liuzhen didn't tell her either.

The blacksmith turned the hilt back and handed it back to her, saying, "I can't forge a better flying weapon than this sword. You can go now."

Pan Yun: "I don't want to use the sword as a flying weapon."

The blacksmith frowned and looked at Wang Feiyin, "What's wrong with your junior sister?"

Wang Feiyin: "She is afraid of heights."

The blacksmith's expression was blank for a moment, and then he said, "What's the point of being so arrogant? Shouldn't you learn Tu Xingsun's magic?"

Pan Yun: …

Wang Feiyin: "She is only afraid of heights when there is no shelter."

The blacksmith said, "Oh!" and said, "Psychological fear?"

Pan Yun felt that her fear was not psychological but physiological, and was innate, not caused by her fear of heights. But now was not the time to argue about this.

The most important thing is to create a flying magic weapon.

Since he was the one who made this sword, he must be very powerful. Pan Jun was sure of him, so he did not refute it and looked at her with his round eyes.

The blacksmith met her gaze and turned his head away slightly, unable to bear the sight of such a bright look in her eyes.

"What do you want?"

Pan Yun gestured on his body and said, "There is a fence. When I stand up, it reaches here. It would be great if the fence could be extended. When I sit down, the height would be here."

"It needs to be fast and have a large space, preferably enough for five people to sit cross-legged."

The blacksmith turned around and said to Wang Feiyin, "You two should leave. The imperial court will be calling for conscription in a few days, and I have to go to the army to forge iron. I don't have time to do this."

Wang Feiyin said: "We are not in a hurry, and I also brought two good materials this time, you can take a look and decide."

The blacksmith sneered, "What good material do you have that can be better than the meteorite iron of the Zhang family?"

Wang Feiyin waved his sleeves, and a large box appeared at the feet of the three people. He opened the box and showed it to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith's words of refusal were stuck in his throat, and he looked at the dark meteorite with bright eyes.

He rushed over to take a look, touched it and said, "Is this the meteorite you snatched in the desert that year? Didn't they say it was snatched away by the people of the Five Grains Sect?"

Wang Feiyin: "Is my stuff so easy to steal?"

The blacksmith touched it again and again, exclaiming in amazement. Finally, he looked up and said, "You want to use it to forge a flying magical weapon? It is best for forging a heavy sword. I can guarantee that the heavy sword forged by my hands will not be worse than the one in your little sister's hand. They will both be divine weapons."

Wang Feiyin: "Just attack the flying magic weapon."

(End of this chapter)