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Nankaicheng is a small stone city surrounded by mountains and rivers, and this city is very close to the forests of the Southern Wilderness.

According to local elders, the "south" of Nankaicheng refers to the meaning of the south, and "open" refers to the meaning of land reclamation and development. At the beginning, the Kaiji ancestor of Nankai City came here to open up the wasteland, and in order to resist the attack of wild beasts, he led his clansmen to camp and establish Nankai Village.

Later, as the number of outsiders increased, the number far exceeded that of the original inhabitants. The area grew larger and larger, and walls were built, and the creek was dug wider. Slowly, Nankai Village became called Nankai City, and even the adjacent stone mountain was also called Nankai Mountain, and the creek was renamed Nankai River.

Namkaesong Fortress is small, but it is very strong, not only with a tall wall, but also with a wide and deep moat dug around the wall.

The walls of Nankai Fortress are five zhang high and two zhang wide, and the entire wall is made of bluestone from the nearby Nankai Mountain. These bluestone bricks used to build walls are very hard and heavy, and each of the three-foot-long bluestone bricks weighs more than 200 catties. Obviously, the purpose of this is to effectively block the attacks of beasts and even monsters.

Nankai City is different from other places in that due to its proximity to the Mangyuan Forest, this place is rich in demon beast materials and various rare cultivation materials. Many of the people who live here are cultivators, and there are also quite a few sects of cultivators who have shops here. Therefore, in a sense, this is also a Xiuzhenfang city.

Compared with the eastern cultivation realm, the southern cultivation realm is rampant with monsters and sparsely populated. There are also relatively few cultivation sects here, among which the Spirit Control Sect and the Immortal Medicine Sect are among the major sects in the southern cultivation realm.

Fu Lou has been in Nankai City for several days, and he has been searching everywhere every day for news about the Blood Lingzhi, but he has not obtained any clues.

On this day, Fu Lou walked aimlessly on the bluestone-paved streets.

"A few more days, will it be?" The voice was rough, but it was a little low.

"No!" the voice was a little sharp, and it was hard to listen to.

"But I really don't! Business has been so bad these days, where can I get the money? I haven't received the spirit stones. ”

"That's none of my business, you've been in arrears for three months, and you have to pay it back today, or ...... Whoa!"

"Oh! no...... Please!uh...... Five days, no, three days, as long as you tolerate me for three days, these iron tools of mine can be sold, and then the spirit stones will be sent to your house, how about it?"

"Go! Don't do that! That's what you said last time. ”

"But...... This...... Absolutely really......"

"Devils believe ......"

“......”

“......”

Fu Lou followed the sound of the quarrel, and soon saw a somewhat dilapidated blacksmith shop, but he did not walk over, but watched not far away.

There were only two people in the blacksmith's shop, and they were two middle-aged men, and they were still arguing at the moment.

One of them was a tall and burly middle-aged man, I saw that he had dark skin, eyes like copper bells, and a square face full of stuffed beards. Looking at his shabby short coat, you know that he is not the creditor in the quarrel.

The other man had his back to him, and Fu Lou couldn't see his appearance clearly. I saw that the man was dressed in a neat satin robe with flowers, and it seemed that he was the creditor. This person was relatively short and thin, and even though he was in front of the black-faced man, Fu Lou could see the black-faced man's entire head.

"With all that said, do you give it or not?" said the short thin man, a little impatiently.

"It's not that I don't give it, it's really not!" said the black-faced man with an aggrieved face.

"Then don't blame me for taking your shop. The short, thin man said gloomily.

"Don't! don't...... This shop is handed down from my ancestors. If I lose it in my hand, neither my fathers nor my fathers will spare me...... Woo ...... "At the end, it seemed like I wanted to cry.

"Give you the last half a day, and I'll arrange for someone to come over tomorrow, either to collect money or spirit stones, or to collect the shop, hum!" After that, the short and thin man didn't stop any longer, and threw his sleeves away.

After watching the short and thin man leave, the black-faced man's whole body seemed to be drained all at once. He involuntarily bent down and squatted on the ground with his head buried. Then he grabbed his hair with both hands, as if he could grab money and spirit stones out of his hair. This made his already fluffy hair even more disheveled, and with that shabby short coat, he looked like a beggar at the moment.

Long.

"Do you still want to keep this blacksmith?" a kind male voice came into the ears of the black-faced man. He hurriedly raised his head and saw a handsome young Confucian in a white Confucian shirt smiling at him.

"Can you?" the black-faced man asked rhetorically, as if a man in the water had grasped a straw.

"Of course!" the young Confucian affirmed with a smile.

"Really?" the black-faced man lifted his spirits and straightened up.

"Really. The young Confucian nodded and reaffirmed, "Of course, you have to be willing." ”

"What do you mean by that?" the black-faced man asked anxiously.

"Let's tell me about your situation first. The young Confucian said with a smile.

It turned out that the black-faced man's name was Wang Tie, and the shop was left to him after his father's death. In addition to this ancestral blacksmith shop, Wang Tie's father did not have much savings left to Wang Tie during his lifetime.

In fact, Wang Tie can also be regarded as a refiner, and his ancestral skills are not bad. And his qualifications are even better, although he is almost forty years old, he has reached the peak of the tenth level of qi refining. For a person who doesn't have the help of the sect, it is already very remarkable to be able to practice to this realm.

It's a pity that his qualifications have not yet reached the peerless qualification that he can build a foundation without relying on Tsukidan, so he has to rely on Tsukidan to build a foundation successfully. But Zhuji Dan is indeed too expensive, and Wang Tie's financial resources cannot be purchased at all, so he has never succeeded in building the foundation.

Since Wang Tiexiu did not break through to the foundation building period at this moment, he did not have the true fire of Samadhi in his body, so he could only use the furnace fire to refine the weapon. It is impossible for this ordinary furnace fire to completely purify the material, and this fire cannot make the fusion between the materials in place. In addition, he didn't know anything about the formation at all, so he couldn't refine the magic weapon at all, let alone refine the magic weapon.

The business of Wang Tie's blacksmithing shop was very poor, and he was born with a large amount of food and alcohol, and his small savings were quickly eaten and drunk by him. He was already overstretched, so he had to borrow money to live.

"I can pay the debt for you. Hearing this, the young Confucian said slowly.

"Oh!" the black-faced man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then he asked, "Then what do you need to do next?"

"You do what you have to do. The young Confucian smiled.

"......" The black-faced man was a little puzzled for a while, and was stunned: "There are actually good things in the world?"

"I borrowed your blacksmith for ten years. During this period, you will also be provided with food, accommodation, and salary. Ten years from now, I will leave here, and the qiē here will still be yours. The young Confucian then muttered, as if to the black-faced man, and as if to himself, "Maybe it won't take so long." ”

This young Confucian was actually Fu Lou, and as early as after he left the sect, he changed into a Confucian dress. Although he was born in Taoism, he used to be a showman after all, and he liked Confucianism more in his heart.

Fu Lou saw the scene of the blacksmith just now, and suddenly decided to open a shop here, and use it as a foothold, so as to continue to inquire about the news of the blood lingzhi.

"Cheng!" Wang Tie came to his senses and said hurriedly.

"Then why don't you take me in and have a look?" Fu Lou said with a smile.

"Yes. Wang Tie hurriedly got out of the way of the door and invited Fu Lou to come in.

"Follow me, and you may be able to get Tsukidan. As soon as he walked into the door, Fu Lou said lightly.

When Wang Tie heard this, he couldn't move his feet anymore. He was stunned for a long time, looking at Fu Lou's smiling but sincere face.

"Yes! Wang Tie suddenly woke up, his eyes lit up, and he even changed his name, and hurriedly ran to Fu Lou and bowed down to answer. At this moment, he was really willing to lend the blacksmith to Fu Lou.

Wang Tie knew very well in his heart that it would be difficult to buy Zhuji Dan with his own financial resources, but he believed that Fu Lou had this strength at this moment. It's just that he didn't know that Fu Lou could refine the Zhuji Dan by himself, and he didn't know that Fu Lou still had fifteen ready-made Zhuji Dans, otherwise he didn't know what kind of expression he should have now.

A smell of pantothenic sweat hit his nose, Fu Lou looked at the tower-like Wang Tie in front of him, smiled, and said, "This shop is still in your hands, and you will recruit a person with a sharp tongue to fight." ...... What's wrong?"

Wang Tie's eyes brightened, and he hurriedly bowed down and said, "No...... No...... A qiē is very proper, and the small one will try his best to take care of this shop. His voice trembled a little excitedly, his nose twitched to the ground, and the sweat on his nose fell straight to the ground, smashing on the ground, and the rustic air was rising.

Fu Lou smiled, smiled very happily, and Wang Tie also accompanied him with a simple smile, and secretly glanced at Fu Lou from time to time.

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