"You don't have to worry too much, I have no ill will towards you!" The middle-aged man saw Qing Ming's vigilant look, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Qing Ming, don't be afraid, Uncle Duan is a good person!" Xiang Ji saw Qing Ming with a nervous face, and couldn't help but step forward to comfort him.

After listening to Xiang Ji's words, Qing Ming was relieved.

"The junior is rude!" Qing Ming bowed slightly and apologized.

"To achieve such a state of cultivation at a young age, it is really a genius!" The middle-aged man looked at Qing Ming with deep meaning.

Qing Ming's heart chuckled, and now he had completely confirmed that the middle-aged man in front of him was not an ordinary person, and he could see at a glance that he was not an ordinary person in the cultivation realm.

"It's just a fluke to get some chances, the predecessors are too famous!" Qing Ming replied.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, and nodded to Qing Ming, with an appreciative expression on his face.

Although this son is young, his mind is very mature, he is not arrogant or rash, and he will become a great weapon in the future!

"My name is Duan Shi, and I'm the owner of this blacksmith shop," the middle-aged man yawned, stretched, and continued, "If you don't dislike it."

If you want, you can call me Uncle Duan like that kid Xiang Ji!"

"Uncle Duan!" Qing Ming said.

Duan Shi nodded again, then stopped looking at Qing Ming's side, turned his head to look at Xiang Ji and said, "Let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he walked slowly to the back room, carrying the flask in his hand as he went, and pouring wine into his mouth from time to time.

Xiang Ji saw Duan Shi staggering to the back room. Looking at Duan Shi's back with a puzzled expression, he said, "Uncle Duan, where are we going?"

"Where are you going?" Duan Shi stopped, turned his head to look at Xiang Ji, and at this time he looked drunk again, "Are you planning to live with this shackle for the rest of your life?"

Xiang Ji heard Duan Shi's words, and glanced down at the Xuanming Lock on his hands and feet. With a look of abrupt realization on his face, he trotted up.

In the process of trotting, the shackles make a crisp sound when they come into contact with the ground.

Qing Ming glanced at the direction they were walking, only to see a ray of sunlight coming in from the outside, decorating the originally small house more colorful, and the mottled light and shadow on the ground reflected the mark of time, at this moment, the noise outside gradually faded away, Qing Ming had an illusion, Duan Shi and Xiang Ji seemed to be walking towards the deserted wilderness.

"Qing Ming, hurry up and keep up!" heard Xiang Ji's whispered call in his ear, and Qing Ming reacted and followed quickly.

As soon as he stepped out of the back door, Qing Ming was once again amazed by the scene in front of him, he definitely didn't expect that there was such a large * space hidden behind such a simple room, and Qing Ming was like walking in a royal garden. However, the courtyard here is less pavilions and pavilions, and more naturally formed rocks and artificial pools.

Qing Ming followed them, and after walking around and around for a while, they came to a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, the pavilion was an ordinary spire, and the roof and beams did not have too many tattoos, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

The water surface around the pavilion is full of white lotus, the lotus is as white as jade, like a pearl carved in the white jade plate, and the blue lake surface reflects each other, presenting a picture of "white lotus and blue water competing for beauty".

When the three of them came to the pavilion, Xiang Ji was stopped by Duan Shi as soon as he wanted to say something, only to see him turn over and jump onto the top of the pavilion, and in an instant, Qing Ming felt that there was a divine consciousness power spreading around. Qing Ming felt as if his whole body was exposed to this divine consciousness, and compared to it, Qing Ming felt that his divine consciousness was like the difference between a small river and the sea.

After a few breaths, Duan Shi appeared in the pavilion again.

"It's safe now," Duan Shi put down the wine bottle, looked at Xiang Ji and said, "Stretch out your hand!"

Xiang Ji hurriedly stretched out his hand according to Duan Shi's instructions.

"The Xuan Ying Lock, like the vast majority of weapons, will be forged according to a certain pattern, and if you understand the construction principle, you will know how to crack it!" At this moment, a red cyclone emerged from Duan Shi's hand.

The red cyclone condensed into an energy shield, enveloping his hands in the middle, and I saw him holding the Xuan Ming Lock in one hand, and the other hand shrouded in energy gently brushed the Xuan Ming Lock.

Duan Shimian didn't change color, and said softly: "The Xuan Ying Lock was built by me, and I'm afraid no one knows its internal structure better than me!"

As soon as these words came out, Qing Ming's face showed a look of surprise, and Xiang Ji, who was closest to him, exclaimed in surprise: "Uncle Duan, this ghost thing was actually forged by you, why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"

As soon as Xiang Ji finished speaking, he was greeted by a violent slap from Duan Shi, which randomly gave him a roll of the eyes. After a moment, Duan Shi showed a helpless look on his face.

"Hey, I can't help myself!"

Xiang Ji was detained by this violence, and he was so painful that he couldn't say it.

"Uncle Duan, I can lift something weighing a thousand catties, and I can smash a boulder with one punch, although I have the strength of my body, but I can't do anything about this little thing!" Xiang Ji showed a puzzled look on his face.

"The things in the world are not all solved by strength, the tenacity of the Xuanying Iron is rare in the world, although it can bind the spiritual power and make it impossible for cultivators to break free, but there is no absolute, it is only binding on people below the Martial King, once the cultivation exceeds this level, the Xuanying Iron will be meaningless to them!"

As Duan Shi spoke, his other hand swiped through the Xuan Ming Lock. After a while, on the dark surface of the Xuanming Lock, some lines loomed, and the lines were intricately intertwined, making people dazzled.

"This is the way of weapons, all weapons in the process of forging will form different levels of lines, the higher level of the grain will become a treasure, the craftsman who can forge weapons into a treasure is a refiner, the treasure is above the spirit weapon, the spirit weapon is too advanced, you don't understand if you talk too much!" Duan Shi glanced at Xiang Ji and said.

After that, he said no more, and his other free hand faintly glowed, joining the process.

The lines on the pitch-black iron shackles became clearer and clearer, and when the surface of the Xuanming lock was completely covered by white lines, Duan Shi's hand began to move, only to see a small ball of fire swimming on his glowing fingers, and when his fingers touched the white lines, the lines actually floated like silk threads.

It was the first time Qing Ming had seen this magical scene, and looking at Duan Shi's skillful operation, Qing Ming guessed that he must be a refiner.

Duan Shi's fingers were dancing rapidly, and the lines on the Xuan Ming lock were also changing rapidly, for others, this process was dazzling, and Xiang Ji was such a person. But for Qing Ming, he saw the whole process clearly, and he knew the changes of every line, as if those lines were forged into him.

A quarter of an hour later, only a soft "click" was heard, and the Xuanming lock was opened.

Duan Shi withdrew his hands, and the lines on the Xuan Ming Lock disappeared.