Holding Ruo Ling'er's jade hand, Ruo Xiaotian happily walked through the streets. Like a cheerful bird, chirping and chirping.

After several persuasions, the lovely brother in front of him finally didn't feel heartache because of what he just said, or Ruo Xiaotian put it at the bottom of his heart. At this time, Ruo Ling'er was dragged by Ruo Xiaotian and dragged to a stall.

Ruo Xiaotian opened his big flickering eyes, and looked at this stall curiously, with golden light in his eyes.

The stall owner on the side looked at the familiar person in front of him, and suddenly said with a painful face, "Little master, why don't you buy one too, these are made by a famous blacksmith in the city!" After speaking, he raised his eyebrows, and excitedly thought that he would be able to knock him a good one today. As we all know, this little master is not only cute, but also a little economical, in fact, as long as the vendor puts on a pitiful look, if he feels that this is good, even if it is useless to buy it back, he will buy it, I believe that most children will be like this. It is not so much that the merchants are treacherous, but that the merchants have captured the strong freshness in the hearts of the children.

But Ruo Xiaotian's move this time made the vendors completely disappointed. Shaking slightly, he pursed his cute little mouth and said with a smile, "Uncle, I'm sorry, we didn't buy anything today." After speaking, he reluctantly glanced at a cold white sword on the stall. Pick up my sister and go to the blacksmith's shop.

Ruo Ling'er sighed softly, looked at Ruo Xiaotian with pity in her eyes, and said with a little pity, "Xiaotian, why don't you give my weapon to you?" or let's buy the sword, it doesn't matter, my sister will pay for her own money." ”

Hearing this, Ruo Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and some warmth welled up in his heart, and then he looked up at Ruo Ling'er with his little head, and smiled slightly, "No need, sister, I want to find a weapon that belongs to me." After speaking, he closed his eyes and walked towards the door of the blacksmith shop.

Ruo Ling'er frowned, how could his younger brother, who also likes peace, suddenly become interested in weapons, this must have been extremely disgusted before. My heart moved slightly, could it be my father's words?

Thinking of this, Ruo Ling'er lowered her head slightly and looked at the pale red sword tied around her waist.

Speaking of swords, that is, weapons, we have to talk about the master who made it: the craftsman!

In the Stopping Cultivation Continent, there is a profession that is above the precepts, and people call them, craftsmen!

Craftsmen, as the name suggests, they can create all kinds of magical weapons with special effects, any craftsman, will be at any cost to all forces, try their best to win over, the status of the extremely prominent!

And naturally there are some craftsmen who have strange temperaments and are inscrutable, and like to settle in a small town or a small town. And once the craftsman settles down, then the city will increase in number because of his existence.

The fact that a craftsman can have such a treatment is naturally related to its rarity and practicality, and if you want to become a craftsman, the conditions are harsh and abnormal.

First of all, the physical attribute must be fire, and secondly, the soul attribute must be water, and the two must be inverted with each other. The most important thing is not the first two, but that its soul must be strong. The stronger the soul, the deeper the imagination of the soul.

To build a weapon, the three most important conditions are: materials, attributes of the soul of water, and soul imagination!

If there is one less, then there is less qualification to become a craftsman.

Of course, Ruo Xiaotian, who is a human in two lives, has a very strong soul ability, but the former doesn't know it.

Weapons are no strangers on the mainland, and a good weapon can give full play to the strength of the person who uses it. Therefore, there are many blacksmiths on the mainland, but there are few real craftsmen, although there is only a few words difference between blacksmiths and craftsmen, but the strength of the two cannot be compared, the former can only make some, commonly used weapons, such as, knives, swords, axes, guns. And the latter, naturally, can make all kinds of weapons, which can be said to be something that only you can't think of, and you can't do without him. When you really become a craftsman, most people just habitually use the name of their profession.

There are also ten grades of blacksmiths: tungsten I , antimony II , molybdenum III , tin IV, indium V , germanium VI , gallium VII , tantalum grade 8, zirconium ninth, and rare earth X ten. Each level is divided into upper, middle, lower, and three levels.

In this Sol City, there is only one first-level intermediate tungsten blacksmith. Of course, there are many incompetent blacksmiths, but they are rarely ordered until there is an emergency.

Stopping at the door of the craftsman, Ruo Xiaotian frowned, pursed his lips, and said impatiently, "This craftsman, every time he comes, he closes the door, I really don't know what he eats every day!" Then, with a snort, he walked towards Ruo Ling'er with his little hands behind his back.

Sighing softly, he saw the gate closed from afar, Ruo Ling'er frowned, and remembered his father's words this morning, "Ling'er, I will use weapons tomorrow afternoon, and I must buy them today." He smiled bitterly and bought it from another blacksmith.

At this time, Ruo Xiaotian on the side took Ruo Ling'er's jade hand and said, "Sister, I know a blacksmith shop, and it will never be closed." Why don't you go there and buy it" After speaking, Ruo Xiaotian closed his eyes and puffed up his small chest, waiting for Ruo Ling'er's compliment.

How could it really provoke Ruo Ling'er to laugh for a while, looking at her cute brother and jokingly, "What? Xiaotian, are they going to be open at night?"

The little face flushed, and he said in a daze, "I don't know about this and this" Finally, the chest that was originally lifted was like a deflated balloon, slowly bent down.

Ruo Ling'er stopped smiling, pinched Ruo Xiaotian's little face affectionately, and said softly, "Okay, sister will accompany you." For fear that his laughter would provoke the little boy to cry again, he could only put aside the topic.

Ruo Xiaotian came with Ruo Ling'er with a familiar car, and he said that the blacksmith shop that would never close.

There were very few people in the blacksmith's shop, and in the middle there was only an old and dilapidated craftsman's furnace, and beside the smith's furnace was a groggy white-haired old man, with his chin puffed, and he was sleepy. There is a small door to the right of the old man, presumably inside the door is the bedroom.

There were only a few people shuttling here, but they didn't even reach the door before they stopped, shook their heads slightly and sighed and left.

There are a few people who are full of food and have nothing to do, looking at the old man with contemptuous eyes, and pointing fingers: "Old man, how can this sword be ruined? Are you cutting corners? I don't give you less money for materials." ”

The old man ignored it, and then closed his eyes slightly.

"Hey, I said old man, you didn't hear me. He said angrily, just as he was about to push him with his hand.

The old man lazily raised his eyelids, put his hand into his arms, took out a pocket, and said indifferently, "The material money is given to you, and I am not satisfied with putting down the iron sword and leaving." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and then clubbed his chin, and fell asleep several times.

Ruo Xiaotian looked at the iron sword next to the old man, stepped forward, ignored the man walking beside him, picked up the iron sword, his immature little hand led the weak body, waved it a few times, and said with praise, "This is very good, why did the uncle say it was bad just now." He frowned, touched his head in disunderstanding, and looked at the man's back.

Hearing this, the old man suddenly raised his eyelids, glanced at the young man, and closed them again.

At this time, Ruo Leng'er walked up to Ruo Xiaotian and said apologetically to the old man, "Grandpa, I'm sorry." After speaking, he snatched the sword from Ruo Xiaotian's hand, gently placed it on the craftsman's furnace, and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyelids suddenly, his old face smiled slightly, and said lazily, "Little guy, don't look for it, just buy it from me, now these days, it's the time of the Blacksmith Council, you can't find them." With that, he yawned and stood up hunchbacked.

The Blacksmith's Council, a meeting of a city for a meeting point, talks about the months that would follow, where rare iron or rare ores would appear. Some low-level craftsmen can only go out to find high-quality fine iron by themselves, but high-level craftsmen are naturally waiting for gifts from others.

Disappointed, Ruo Xiaotian looked at Ruo Ling'er with playful eyes, and thought, there is no land to go now. The blacksmith here is not very skilled, but he is always here. It's better than not being able to find a blacksmith for half a day. Thinking of this, Ruo Xiaotian nodded his little head.

Looking at the somewhat proud Ruo Xiaotian, Ruo Ling'er glanced at him, and then turned to look at the old man beside the craftsman's furnace. In a gentle tone, he said, "Grandpa, help me build three hundred iron swords and three hundred steel swords." This is your material money, I'll come and pick it up later. ”

"What a little girl's appetite. He looked at Ruo Xiaotian behind him with deep eyes, smiled, and a shocking sentence slowly came out. "It doesn't take a long time for a stick of incense to be done. ”

Ruo Ling'er was stunned, looked at the old man with a dull gaze, and only after a moment did he recover, his eyes turned to Ruo Xiaotian, only to see him with a smile on his face, and secretly said, "This damn brother, it seems that he has hidden a lot of secrets", you know, in one incense to make six hundred weapons, unless it is a sixth-level senior germanium blacksmith, wait, no. Ruo Ling'er looked at the old man carefully, his thin body was like a gust of wind that could blow, and his dry palms did not have a trace of blood, and his rickety figure was hard to think that he could stand upright.

Ruo Ling'er pursed her small mouth, and the disdain on her face was not concealed in the slightest, it is no wonder that she is very cold to people who love to pretend to be masters. Secretly said, "I'll see how you end up now," snorted lightly, and sat next to Ruo Xiaotian. At this time, she didn't notice that Ruo Xiaotian's expression at this time was extremely serious, as if she was watching a performance.