Yesterday, Li Qiang watched a book in Xuandu again and saw it late at night, and the next morning he plunged into "Dream" early, and other people in the dormitory didn't know the reason, but thought that Li Qiang had been addicted to playing games recently.

Li Qiang's daily diligent study and night reading have brought results, and during this time, his cultivation has improved faster than most of his previous times. There are a lot of new understandings in talismans, formations, magic weapons, etc., but all of this is also thanks to his solid foundation for more than ten years.

However, there is also a lot of homework that needs to be completed, such as weapons and flying.

At the beginning, in the view, the master did not teach him to step on the clouds and the sword, and the occasional master-apprentice confrontation was only freehand. In the "Pingliang Jue" exercises that I mainly practice, most of the pages are internal force cultivation, and there is little mention of magic weapons and weapons.

Li Qiang entered "Dream" early today as usual, and in the Xuanduguan Library, he took the atlas of the divine soldiers that Yuan Tiangang gave him last night, and went out to find the Feng blacksmith in the mouth of the national teacher.

Unexpectedly, this Feng blacksmith was quite famous in Chang'an City, and he almost didn't waste much effort to find out where he was.

However, it is easy to understand that since the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, it has been strictly forbidden for the private sector to build weapons.

The weapons in the state treasury and the government treasury are all made by the manufacturing institutions specially set up by the central government and the government at all levels. There are also strict regulations on the types and quantities of weapons that are allowed to be produced by the manufacturing facilities set up by each level of government.

The Tang Dynasty had relatively uniform requirements for the specifications of weapons, and weapons made in various places could be universal.

In addition, now Datang is in a prosperous era, with a prosperous economy, a strong military, and a stable order. Therefore, there are few people who violate the law and forge weapons privately.

And this Feng Blacksmith, the only private blacksmith shop allowed in Chang'an City. The magic weapons of ordinary cultivators, the swords of dignitaries, and even the magic weapons that sometimes even the government can't handle, also need him to cast. Therefore, in this Chang'an City, almost everyone knows the name of Blacksmith Feng.

Li Qiang went out of Zhuque Street to the east, passed Chongyi Fang, Xuanyang Fang, and arrived at the downtown entrance of Dongshi. Found the only private blacksmith shop in Chang'an City.

Feng Blacksmith's shop is a single-family courtyard in the East Market, although it is located in the downtown area and the area is large, but almost no one enters or leaves.

Li Qiang wanted to knock on the door, but found that the door was just hidden, and no one answered after shouting a few times, so he walked in lightly.

It's just that the scene in the courtyard shocked him, and the Feng characters on the front were full of dust and impurities, and they were almost unrecognizable.

The corners of the walls were covered with cobwebs, and the fire in the iron-striking furnace was extinguished, as if it had not been used for several years, and even the foot of the furnace was cracked with fine lines. There was a smoky smell of inferior wine in the room.

This is the shop of Feng Blacksmith, who is famous in Chang'an and respected even by the national teacher Yuan Tiangang?

Li Qiang couldn't believe it.

That's it?

This place that seems so unreliable can really play a flying sword magic weapon?

Li Qiang glanced at the Divine Soldier Atlas in his hand again, the Dragon Sword in the atlas seemed to be calling him, and he couldn't wait to ride the Dragon Sword Imperial Sword in the atlas now.

Although I was a little hesitant in my heart, this blacksmith shop was already the only private blacksmith shop in Chang'an City, so I had to comfort myself and said: Come here, try it here first, if it can't be played here, I will ask the prince to help me make it out in the Ministry of Industry.

After having an idea, Li Qiang began to look for the figure of Feng Blacksmith in the blacksmith shop, he is now in a big way, the six senses have been greatly improved, a little search, you know that there is only one person in this shop, and there is a slight snoring in the inner room.

Li Qiang walked to the door of the inner room and secretly looked inside, a middle-aged man in his forties with a beard on his face was sleeping sideways, the boss with his mouth open, saliva dripping down his cheeks, and a crystal snot bubble hanging on his nostrils.

"That...... I'm sorry...... Excuse me...... , is Blacksmith Feng there?"

Li Qiang shouted a little apologetically, but the middle-aged man on the bed was unmoved and continued to immerse himself in the sweet dream.

He shouted two more times, and it was still the same.

From the moment he entered the door, everything he saw impacted Li Qiang's cognition, which was completely different from the blacksmith shop that the national teacher and the people of Chang'an respected.

Is this really the shop of the Feng blacksmith who is quite proficient in the art of building in the mouth of the national teacher?

Li Qiang looked at the dust, cobwebs, and the middle-aged man in front of him who couldn't wake up, and flinched a little in his heart, and said secretly: Why don't I go to the Shaofu Prison to try my luck?

Thinking of this, Li Qiang turned around and prepared to leave.

The appearance he saw here today was really too different from the god's workshop that people had passed on by mouth.

The moment Li Qiang turned around, the middle-aged man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes flashed.

The man sat up and said loudly to Li Qiang's back: "Who are you?

The man woke up?

When Li Qiang heard this, he hurriedly turned around and saluted: "I am Li Qiang, the new Yifu Zhonglang general, I heard from the national teacher that I can make magic weapons here, so I brought the drawings over." May I ask if you are Blacksmith Feng?"

"Who else can I have?" Feng Blacksmith's voice couldn't hear the emotion, and after finishing speaking, he ignored Li Qiang and walked into the courtyard alone, stretching a big lazy waist.

There was a strong smell of liquor everywhere Feng blacksmith went, and the gleam of essence when he got up and caught a glimpse of Li Qiang's back had long since disappeared, replaced by a hangover and unawakened eyes.

"This is the picture album of the Dragon Sword, you can take a look. Li Qiang took out the atlas and chased it to the courtyard and handed it to Blacksmith Feng.

"That's it. Blacksmith Feng glanced at it hastily and returned the atlas to Li Qiang.

"Well, see when it's convenient to ......" Li Qiang saw that Blacksmith Feng returned the atlas, and he didn't know the bottom of his heart, so he wanted to quickly set the time.

"You Dragon Sword, forty taels, pick up the goods in one day. ”

Pick up your order in a day?

Blacksmith Feng's answer made Li Qiang secretly surprised, forty taels of silver exceeded the six-grade official of the Tang Dynasty for a year, which was not cheap. But this dragon sword is complex and exquisite, and it can be regarded as a magic weapon of the immortal family, which can be made in one day. Does this Feng blacksmith really have such great magical powers?

Since it was recommended by the national teacher, I believed him once.

Li Qiang took out forty taels of silver and handed it to Blacksmith Feng.

Last time, after Li Shanren added the demon subduing, except for the part handed over to the team, there were still fifty taels left, and he usually didn't have any expenses, but now he just had more than forty taels of silver left, and after handing over forty taels to Feng Blacksmith, there were still some left.

"Eh, that's right, it's not like some people, grinding and chirping. After Blacksmith Feng accepted the money, his attitude was obviously much more relaxed, and he shouted outside the courtyard: "Xiaoqi, come in!"

"Hey, what's wrong with the master?" someone outside the blacksmith shop replied, and then a young man about Li Qiang's age ran in.

"Na, this money is for you, go and fight a dragon sword and give it to this guest officer. Blacksmith Feng said, took out a silver ingot of five taels from the forty taels of silver that Li Qiang gave him, and handed it to the young man he called Xiaoqi.

"Okay, Master Xie. The young man smiled, took the money, walked to the iron furnace, and prepared to work.

Middlemen make the difference?

Li Qiang was once again refreshed by the scene in front of him, and said that what about forty taels? Even if he earns the difference like this, he should take care of his psychological feelings and avoid some guests, right? And the young man is the same age as himself, but is it really reliable to be seventeen or eighteen years old?

Xiao Qi didn't know Li Qiang's complicated mental activities, and in a moment, he had already lit the fire, puffed up the wind, and read in his mouth: "Master, you have to build a new stove, and the cracks on this stove are a little bigger." ”

Blacksmith Feng waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll build it in two days." ”

Xiao Qi complained: "When I apprenticed a month ago, you said so, and it's been many two days. ”

Blacksmith Feng took the silver in his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, isn't this not bad yet, wait until it's broken." ”

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Li Qiang cautiously poked Blacksmith Feng's arm with his fingers: "Master Feng, has he only been apprenticed for a month?"