In the early morning, in the mountain behind the Xingyue Sect, Gongsun Kang pushed open the door of the thatched house, and the sun sprinkled down like a waterfall, he couldn't help but squint and cover it with his arm.

Chop wood, make a fire, sit at a small wooden table, and drink all the cooked millet porridge.

The clay pots and chopsticks were brushed clean and put back in their original places, and the courtyard was cleaned, and a single thorn and grass were picked out from the cracks in the stone bricks.

Changing into a black robe and hanging a black long sword, Gongsun Kang's white hair was tied back, and he strode out of the hut without looking back.

Not long after, a Jinpeng bird soared into the sky, carrying a tall figure, flapping its wings and flying towards the distance.

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Furong City, the eastern capital, asked the front gate of the Sword Pavilion, the newly appointed shopkeeper looked at the white-haired young man who stepped forward, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute respectfully: "The old man has seen the son!"

When a few yawning guys heard the movement, they opened their eyes worriedly, and when they recognized that it was Ye Changsheng, they immediately stood up and stepped forward to salute.

Ye Changsheng walked into the empty hall, saw the long sword that was sparsely placed, and asked, "Still not a single sword has been sold?"

The old shopkeeper's face turned into a chrysanthemum, as if he was cheering himself up: "Childe, many people don't know that you opened a store, let alone that this store was opened by you, and in a few days, business will naturally be good." ”

Ye Changsheng nodded slightly, this shop was opened in a hurry, and the location was also very remote, and it was normal for business to be bad.

In fact, he doesn't care much about whether the business is good or not, but it's been open for a few days, and not a single sword has been sold, which is really miserable.

In the huge two-story building, there are dozens of swords in total, not to mention that they look shabby.

In other words, he was the one who came to cheer, and he was probably embarrassed to buy it when he saw such a sword.

In case they run out of swords, isn't there an empty shell left in the Sword Pavilion?

Elder Lu and the others are leading people to urgently cast a batch of swords through the swordsmith guild's swordsmith guild's swordcasting room, and it will take about three or five days.

And from the Wenjian Pavilion branch in Yunlong City, thousands of swords are already on the way to be transported, and they will arrive in Furong City in about half a month.

On the second floor, three Lingwu-level long swords were placed alone on the three sword racks.

"No one has asked about these three swords these days?" Ye Changsheng asked.

The old shopkeeper shook his head and suggested: "Childe, many people see the desertion of the hall, turn around and leave, they will not go up to the second floor at all, and it is better to move these three swords to the hall on the first floor." ”

The old shopkeeper didn't understand Childe's approach, since these three swords had to be auctioned after the three people inquired, why didn't they just send the swords to the auction house?

If it is said that the purpose of putting it on auction here is to make the Sword Pavilion famous, then it is even more important to put these three swords in the most conspicuous position, so that people can see it.

It's good now, it's been four or five days, and there are few customers who come to the store, and the number of customers on the second floor is not more than a hand.

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, turned around and walked downstairs.

The three swords were all cast by him a few days ago, and the right should be an easter egg, leave it to those who are destined.

The carriage stopped in front of the gate of the Sword Forger Guild, and Ye Changsheng got out of the carriage and was surprised to find that a larger plaque had been replaced on the gate.

Not only that, but the guards in front of the door also wore more elaborate leather armor, and the swords at their waists were several notches higher than before.

Two columns of eight people lined up along both sides of the steps, and their aura was very powerful.

These eight people have obviously undergone better etiquette training, and when they saw Ye Changsheng coming, they bowed and saluted together.

Although Ye Changsheng was nameless and pointless in the Sword Forger Guild, no one dared to treat him as an ordinary sword forging master.

Ye Changsheng nodded, entered through the side door, and walked straight towards the small office building where Mu Qingke was.

This exchange meeting has basically ended, and the guild is a lot deserted, but it makes the swordsmiths feel at ease.

The hustle and bustle was an episode in their lives, and if there was any noise they liked, it was the clanging of the iron and the cheers of a sword after it was baked.

When Ye Changsheng walked into the workshop, what he heard was a wonderful jingling sound.

Sledgehammer alone took over the hammer forging of hundreds of swords, wielding sledgehammer with both hands, like two spinning windmills.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead, slid over his majestic chest, and converged into water snakes, crawling undulating between the bulging muscular blocks.

When he saw Ye Changsheng coming, the sledgehammer smiled, hurriedly stopped, and wiped his face with one hand.

It's not for the sake of looking good, but for fear that beads of sweat will be thrown on Childe's body.

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, these days, the sledgehammer has accompanied him everywhere, I am afraid that he will be suffocated.

As long as a person does what he likes to do, even if it is iron, his mood will become full and his mood will become happy.

In the sword-casting room, Elder Lu went back to rest, and Liao Changhai temporarily became the commander-in-chief, directing the swordsmiths of the Sword Forge Hall to pour a furnace of molten iron into the twelve sword models.

Although Liao Changhai is most proficient in hammer art, his sword-forging attainments are equally profound, otherwise, their kitchen knives would not have become a must in Nine Winds City back then, and even exported to other provinces.

The long swords forged now are all trial-level, and he can do it well with a group of apprentices, not to mention that there are several swordsmiths who cooperate with him.

Seeing Ye Changsheng walking in, Liao Changhai hurriedly stepped forward: "Childe, Elder Lu has accelerated the progress, and it is expected that the last batch of swords will be completed in two days." ”

Ye Changsheng nodded, called Liao Changhai aside, and said, "Uncle Liao, the Sword Forger Guild is going to set up a liaison office in Fengcheng, and I will be in charge, I want to ......"

"I'll go!"

Without waiting for Ye Changsheng to finish speaking, Liao Changhai said categorically, "Childe, when it comes to familiarity with Fengcheng, no one in the Sword Hall can compare to me, I will definitely secretly investigate the truth of the year when I go over there!"

Ye Changsheng let out a cold sweat and hurriedly said: "Uncle Liao, I didn't mean to let you go, you must not secretly track down anything, it is best not to even have this thought." ”

Liao Changhai looked at Ye Changsheng in surprise, and his eyes immediately dimmed.

Ye Changsheng couldn't say too much, so he had to say, "Uncle Liao, as soon as you step into Fengcheng, there will be countless pairs of eyes staring at you, I need you to stay over there to attract their attention and make them feel at ease." ”

When he was in the secret room, after Ye Changsheng learned that Wangshu Jian was from Fengcheng, he was wary, so he didn't leave anything suspicious in the notes he recorded.

And then Mu Qingke found him, hoping that he would serve as the liaison between Fengcheng and the Sword Forgers Guild, and Ye Changsheng confirmed his guess more and more.

I don't know for what purpose, Maple City has his eyes on him.

It may also be that he himself is suspicious, after all, the mysterious valley he is about to go to and the truth of the tragedy of Nanfeng's lineage back then were accidentally linked by several mysterious runes.

In short, there is no big mistake in being careful, Ye Changsheng doesn't want his whereabouts to fall under the surveillance of Fengcheng.

Liao Changhai was not a reckless person, guessing that Ye Changsheng must have his own plan, he nodded solemnly: "I'll set off tomorrow!"