Before coming in, Long Wenmu didn't expect this kind of atmosphere.

The green fields and the rural atmosphere all have a sense of returning to the basics. Presumably, the master who lives here deliberately arranged this place in this way.

He was feeling emotion in his heart, and suddenly he heard some kind of movement in the grass house.

It sounded like a plea for mercy.

"Master, master, you can help. It was a man's pleading.

"Get out of here!" followed by a slightly old voice.

"Master, the last time I came to you to build weapons, you didn't have such rules. ”

"What bullshit rules, what I say is rules. If you're not convinced, you have the ability to find someone else. ”

Then I heard a man's scream, and I saw a man flying out of the grass like a green onion, rolling on the ground several times, screaming again and again.

Long Wenmu couldn't help but be solemn.

Ye Yan dodged behind him slightly, and Yu Dashuai couldn't help but shudder.

The man's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and it was clear that he was thrown out by someone inside. Holding a golden knife with a dim light in his hand, he limped away with a sad face.

Long Wenmu felt that his scalp was a little numb, and he didn't seem to be injured lightly, and he didn't know what cruel things he had encountered.

Thinking of Scarlet Fish's words, I suddenly wondered if coming here was a knowing choice.

Scarlet Xiaoyu pursed her face, as if to say that this matter had nothing to do with her.

Long Wenmu bared his teeth, although he hadn't seen anyone yet, he could already feel the temper of the person inside. It is rumored that Mi Zhuo is very skilled, but his temper does not seem to be small, maybe this place will be so cold, and it has something to do with it.

As I was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from the room.

"If the people outside want to come and build something, they should come in quickly and do something at the door. ”

Ye Yan gently poked Long Wenmu in the back, Long Wenmu grinned and cautiously came to the door.

"Ahem, the seniors are clean, and the juniors have taken the liberty to disturb them. Long Wenmu wore a harmless smile on his face, and respectfully pushed the door in.

No matter how hot the other party's temper is, as the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person.

As soon as I entered the door, a fiery breath rushed to my face.

There was a raging fire, and there were two completely different temperatures inside and outside the house, and when you arrived here, you felt like you had fallen into a fire pit.

As far as the eye could see, there was a stove in the room, and on a wicker chair next to the stove, an old man was lying.

The old man's beard was grayish, his face was full of meat, rosacea, and his beard was disheveled.

The placket on his chest was open at will, and he was holding a puff fan in one hand and a wine gourd in the other.

While fanning, he poured a sip of wine into his mouth. From afar, Long Wenmu could smell the wine. This old man's appearance, if he is put outside, will be a drunken drunkard.

"This is Master Mi. Long Wenmu tried to ask.

"It's me, what are you looking for me?" Mi Zhuo swayed back and forth in the rattan chair, and gently shook the pu fan in his hand, and sent the wine gourd to his mouth by the way. His eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't seem to pay much attention to the visitor.

"I heard that Master Mi's casting skills are unparalleled in the world, and the younger generation hopes that the master can help me create a few demon soldiers. ”

"Find me to build a weapon, no problem. Did you bring any of the materials?"

"Nature brings. Long Wenmu said with some excitement.

Mi Zhuo didn't refuse, so it seemed that it was quite easy to speak.

Scarlet Fish shook her head beside her and took a few steps back.

Mi Zhuo got up from his chair, the wine gourd in his hand, went to the stove, stretched out his hand and pushed a flame into the stove, and the temperature suddenly rose a lot.

Long Wenmu exclaimed, this Mi Zhuo is afraid that he is the source stone of the refined fire demon beast, and his fire control technique can be seen by laymen to be quite powerful.

Long Wenmu immersed his consciousness in the Qiankun Ring and rummaged through it.

"Speaking of which, I just saw someone go out from Master Mi, and that person is also here to build a demon soldier?" Long Wenmu asked casually.

"You said that just now?" Mi Zhuo raised his head and snorted, "That stinky boy, he didn't have a demon crystal and came to the old man, and he dared to use the tool created by the old man to the point of spiritual failure, and it was a good thing that the old man didn't break his legs." ”

Long Wenmu was about to take out something, but he couldn't help but be stunned, and his brows furrowed deeply: "What does the master mean by this?"

"What do you mean? The old man has the rules of the old man. If I use the things I build indiscriminately, and use them to the point that they are about to be damaged, and I want to find an old man to repair them, it is delusional. ”

Long Wenmu chuckled in his heart, as if he realized something.

"If the master wants to help people repair the demon soldiers, how many demon crystals do you need?"

"It depends on what kind of thing it is. Mi Zhuo said, scratching at his messy beard.

Long Wenmu thought about it and took out the Howling Lion Knife.

This demon knife was damaged one after another, and after the battle with the eldest grandson, it was almost unusable.

Visible tears can also be seen on the blade.

Mi Zhuo took the Howling Lion Knife, and when he saw the long knife, it was clear that there was a bit of flesh pain.

Nostrils snorted, and casually threw the Lion Screaming Knife into the stove.

"If you want to repair it, you can have a thousand demon crystals. Mizo said unceremoniously.

A thousand demon crystals? This old horseman, why didn't he grab it? Long Wenmu felt that it was inappropriate after hearing the amount he had reported.

The Howling Lion Knife is just a little demon level weapon, such a weapon, even if it is a new purchase, I am afraid that it will only cost a few hundred demon crystals. Repairs alone cost a thousand, and that's not a joke.

Hurriedly said: "Master is slow, whether the repair is repaired or not, I will think about it first." ”

Mi Zhuo didn't even look at him: "No one can take anything that has entered the old man's stove until it is repaired." ”

Long Wenmu's face turned black suddenly, he just showed it to Mi Zhuo, who knew that he would throw it into the furnace without saying a word.

A thousand demon crystals? This old guy is crazy, isn't he?

A big demon is only a few dozen demon crystals, and repairing the roaring lion knife is equivalent to hunting more than a dozen big demons?

Mi Zhuo's aura is deep and boundless, far from being comparable to Long Wenmu, otherwise, Long Wenmu can't wait to snatch it back from him.

Scarlet Fish pulled him from behind and motioned to go out first.

Long Wenmu bared his teeth and stepped back and withdrew from the grass house.

Outside the grass house, the four of them looked at each other.

"What the hell is going on with that old guy?" asked Long Wenmu with a frown.

Scarlet Xiaoyu was quite helpless: "Why did you give him the things?"

"You think I want to. "Long Wen is angry and doesn't fight anywhere.

Scarlet Xiaoyu shook his head: "Master Mi has a strange temper, and sometimes it is really impossible to prevent doing something. ”

"A thousand demon crystals, why is he so expensive?" Yu Dashuai also helped.

When Mi Zhuo reported the number, even he was taken aback.

Scarlet Xiaoyu shook her head helplessly: "I said it all, Master Mi has a strange temper and never does things according to common sense." When he is in a good mood, he may only collect a few dozen demon crystals for helping people build things, and when he is in a bad mood, he may ask for thousands of them. ”

Long Wenmu had a dark face, which means that the old guy is in a bad mood today?

"Other than that, what other habits does he have?" asked Long Wenmu.

"That's not exactly. Scarlet Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, "Everything depends on his mood." Someone once built a weapon from him, but it didn't take long for it to be damaged, and then he was asked to repair it, and instead of helping people repair it, he also chased and killed the other party for half a month. ”

"Why?" Long Wenmu was quite annoyed, and scolded Na Mi Zhuo in his heart.

According to his own words, what comes from his hands can only be damaged if he uses it. Whoever spoils what he has built is not worthy of it. The last thing he could see was the damage to what he had built. ”

"So, so is the guy who just left?"

"I guess so. Scarlet Xiaoyu nodded, "But Master Mi is indeed skilled, and the things that come from his hands, except for him who can cultivate, no one else can cultivate." ”

Long Wenmu smiled bitterly.

Scarlet Fish continued: "Not only that, but the things created by this master are also uncertain, so you'd better pay more attention to it for a while. Someone used to ask him to fix things and give him a big knife, and he might have returned a sledgehammer. You give him the knife, and when you return it to you, it's still not a knife, that's not accurate. ”

Long Wenmu half-opened his mouth and was dumbfounded for a long time.

"Why is that?" he growled.

"Who knows. Scarlet Fish shrugged, "As I said, he has always done things strangely, and he has always done things according to his mood. Anyway, this rice master is such a person, and it is for this reason that although the skills are superb, the people who come here are not satisfactory nine times out of ten, and over time, there are fewer and fewer people who come to him for forging. ”

was said by Scarlet Xiaoyu, Long Wenmu knew that it was going to be bad.

I shouldn't have recklessly given him the knife to show him what to do.

suddenly remembered that it was Feng Xiaosheng who introduced him to this Mi Zhuo in the first place, and Feng Xiaosheng, the old bastard, must have been waiting to see his jokes.

People's hearts are separated from their bellies, and people close to them can't be so trusted. When I go back this time, I have to pull out the beard of the old thing that Feng Xiaosheng.

Hurried back into the house, he saw Mi Zhuo still leaning against the corner with a flask.

"Boy, are you done talking?" Mi Zhuo poured a sip of wine into his mouth, "You'd better prepare a thousand demon crystals, if you can't give them by then, maybe the old man will let you leave some bits and pieces." ”

The guy stared straight at the middle of Long Wenmu's legs, and saw that Long Wenmu was furious at the bottom of his heart.

Long Wenmu remembered something, and took out a token from the Qiankun Ring, which was given to him by Feng Xiaosheng at that time.

"Master Mi, in fact, the younger generation was introduced by Feng Lao. "Hand the token forward.

Mi Zhuo took it, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and he threw the token into the fire.

"Feng Xiaosheng, you should move that old man out, and you can bargain with the old man? Just now, the old man's words are taken back, and to help you repair this weapon, you have to give the old man 1,500 demon crystals, one less piece, and the old man will stomp on one of your legs. ”

While pouring wine into his mouth, he squeezed his eyebrows at Long Wenmu.

If he hadn't been able to beat him, Long Wenmu might have killed him right now.

Mi Zhuo put half a pot of wine down and patted his stomach.

"Boy, put your hand out. ”

"What are you doing?" Long Wenmu was a little vigilant.

"If you want to stretch, stretch quickly, ask so much for what?"

Long Wenmu didn't know what he was going to do, so he stretched out his hand in front of him.

Mi Zhuo looked at it for a moment, scratched his beard, and snorted, "You only got this knife a long time ago." ”

Long Wenmu was surprised: "How does Master Mi know?"

"The old man knows a lot of things. Mi Zhuo laughed, "Seeing the cocoon in your hand, you are good at using a bow and a knife, but you are not good at using this kind of long knife, you are good at using a short knife, it should be a hunting knife." This knife doesn't match you, I'm afraid you won't get it for long, and the old man will help you change it when the time comes. ”

Hearing this, Long Wenmu felt a storm in his heart.

When he was in Wolf Mountain, he used a knife that was slightly shorter, like a hunting knife, and Mi Zhuo knew this just by looking at his hands.

"Master Mi is saying, you want to change this knife to a short knife for me?"

"Not bad. Weapons that are not handy, just blind to good materials. The last thing I can see the old man is that you guys use these things indiscriminately. ”