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Chapter one hundred and sixty-eight, the blacksmith

From the Dingdingmen Food Street to the east, there is a 2-goods trading city not far away. Behind the trading city is an old house, close to the base of the old city wall, connected to the city gate hole, and is well-connected. There are a total of more than a dozen alleys. You can come out of any alley entrance to any alley entrance.

Qi Wufei walked into an alley to the west and found that it was dark inside and there was no street light.

Of course, practitioners are not afraid of the dark, but when ordinary people enter here, they are like blind people. Not to mention buying things, they even have problems walking.

But you can say nothing, there are many ordinary people here. They either hold flashlights or turn on their phones, relying on a slight light to look around, trying to find treasures and pick up leaks from the stalls under the walls on both sides.

Qi Wufei discovered something very strange. Many people were wearing the same black cloaked clothes, wrapping their whole body tightly, without revealing their faces, and they looked like ghosts.

Moreover, he found that those who wear cloaks do not use flashlights, and most of them do not use such cloaks.

He used his spiritual sense to sense it and found that this cloak actually had the effect of blocking the spiritual sense.

He understood that this is for practitioners only, and the purpose is to prevent identity exposure.

This is indeed a good way. Everyone wears the same cloak, making it impossible to distinguish the body shape and appearance, and can block people's spiritual consciousness. Even if two people know each other, they cannot recognize each other face to face. The transaction completed here is difficult to find out the identity of both buyers and sellers afterwards.

I just don’t know where this kind of cloak is sold?

Qi Wufei really wanted to ask someone, but most of these people were rushing and focused on finding what they wanted, and were unwilling to talk to strangers.

He murmured silently and saw the dragon in the field, and a lot of light appeared in his spiritual consciousness. The stars filled the block like starlight. Some places were a little sparse, some were denser, some were brighter, and some were darker.

He walked towards the area where the light was denser, because the denser the light was, the more practitioners there were.

Several light spots with relatively high brightness are also in those areas.

When passing an alley, he heard the sound of a ding-dong iron.

This made him very curious. Blacksmith shops are rare things these days. In such a ghost market, it only means that he is not fighting ordinary iron, but building a magic weapon for cultivation.

Qi Wu flew into the alley.

There was not a single figure in the long alley. Only the light was shining deep in the alley, and the sound of iron was heard from there.

This shimmer light is seen by the spiritual consciousness and also seen by the eyes.

He walked over and saw a shop open there.

A strong man with a strong figure waved his hammer in front of the stove and forged the iron piece in his hand.

The light I just saw was the fire of the stove.

The light seen in the spiritual consciousness is the long-handled hammer in the blacksmith's hand, especially the hammer head.

Qi Wufei didn't bother, but just stood aside and watched silently.

The strong man who was storming himself was waving the hammer in his hand, completely ignoring the guests coming to the door.

Qi Wufei took a look at the circle of weapons hanging on the wall, and most of them were ordinary objects such as machetes and samurai swords.

There are one or two pieces in the middle that can be considered a magic weapon, but the material is also very average, and it will not be much better than his ps250 in the past.

The most valuable thing in the whole shop should be the hammer in the hands of the blacksmith.

But this thing should be a non-sale item.

Qi Wufei was sure that this blacksmith was definitely not an ordinary person.

After a while, the blacksmith stopped the work in his hand, wiped his sweat, turned around and looked at Qi Wufei and asked, "Cleaning things?"

Qi Wufei wanted to repair the Xuan Iron Sword and asked, "How do you know that I am repairing things instead of buying things?"

The blacksmith said: "My shop is also open during the day. Ordinary people come to buy things during the day. It is dark at night, and the sound of ding-and-drawing irons can be heard in the alley. The people call this a ghost thief, and they dare not come in."

Qi Wufei said: "Cultivators can't buy things?"

The blacksmith said: "Those who come to buy things are all wearing square cloaks. Those who come in so openly usually come to me with old objects to repair them."

Qi Wufei asked curiously: "Why do you need to bring a cloak when buying things, and don't need to repair things?"

"If you come to buy things, you will have money and goods at the same time. You will leave after buying them. The four-sided cloak can hide your identity. But if you come to repair things, you wear a cloak and put the things here. You come and get them next time, how can I know who you are?"

Qi Wufei thought about it and asked, "Who invented the Sifang Cloak? Where can I sell it?"

The blacksmith looked him up and down a few times and said, "It turns out that it is a rookie who has come to the ghost market for the first time."

Qi Wufei didn't mind the blacksmith saying he was a rookie.

He could see that the strong man who spoke buzzed and had no contempt in his tone. He was probably born so straightforward, so he said whatever he thought of.

He smiled and said, "Sincerely ask for advice."

The blacksmith said: "I don't know who invented the cloak. Anyway, this thing has existed for hundreds of years. But everyone knows who is selling it. If you want to buy it, go to the entrance of the third alley in front, where there is a shop that specializes in selling cloaks."

Qi Wufei asked again: "Why don't you bring a cloak?"

The blacksmith said: "I run a shop here, and people can't run, and even more so, the shop can't run. People who often come to the ghost market know me. I wear a cloak. Isn't it that I cover my ears and steal the bell?"

"So your name is Tieniu!" Qi Wufei said, "My name is Qi Wufei, I come from Honggu County."

Tie Niu was stunned and said, "You are the second person I have ever seen to report your own home in the ghost market."

“Who is the first one?”

"He is a monk, called Fazhou."

"Fazhou?"

Qi Wufei remembered the little monk holding Buddha bone relics.

Tieniu said: "Why are you, monks don't lie?"

Qi Wufei said, "Don't you tell me your name too?"

Tie Niu said: "I'm different, I'm just a thug."

Qi Wufei said, "If you tell me, I will tell you, this is called fairness."

"Fair?" Tie Niu smiled, "Interesting."

Qi Wufei glanced at the hammer on the stove, said nothing more, took out the black iron sword on his body and handed it to the blacksmith.

He was so generous and reported himself to his house and took out the Xuan Iron Sword openly, just to let people know that he came to Sifang Ghost Market tonight.

This mysterious iron sword was obtained from an ancient monk. Not to mention ten thousand years, it will always be available for thousands of years. No one should care about the origin of the sword.

The Chengying Sword cannot be used publicly, so he must always have a sword that can be used publicly.

He was reluctant to go to the 4S store to spend money in vain, and he was not very satisfied with the functions of those swords.

If this sword can be repaired well, it must be a very practical sword.

At that time, the Xuan Iron Sword is in the bright and the Chengying Sword is in the dark, and his combat power will be greatly improved.

As for the origin of this sword, it can be said that he was passed on to him by his master, but it was not useful because it was damaged.

After the repair is done, use the relationship between Chenghuang and get a driving license and everything will be OK.

When the blacksmith held the black iron sword into his hand, his face changed slightly.

"Xuan Tie?" He looked and gently stroked the sword body with his hands, "What a sword, so cheap!"

Suddenly he shook his head again and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."

Qi Wufei asked, "Since you say it's a good sword, why do you say it's a pity?"

Tienniu said: "The black iron content of this sword actually reaches 90%, which is rare in the world. Unfortunately, it is too old and the spiritual energy is lost and it has been broken."

Qi Wufeiqi said: "Does the content of black iron only 90%? I thought it was 100%."

Tieniu said: "If it is 100% black iron, it would be easy to do. The key is that this sword also incorporates 10% Kunlun gold.

Although the black iron is rare, it is not completely missing in the world. There are some inventory in those sects. However, Kunlun gold can be regarded as a rare treasure even in the ancient times.
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