Chapter 6: The Swordsmith with a Quirky Personality
Just this sentence made the middle-aged woman burst into tears.
Ling Chen quickly walked to the middle-aged woman, helped her sit down, and then asked Li Hu to sit over too.
"Master Chen'er, why have you lost weight again? It seems that you suffered a lot in Lingwu Academy."
Ling Chen shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, nanny, I'm used to it. I heard from Huzi that you have been infected with cold recently. Have you seen a doctor?"
"This is an old problem for me, so it doesn't matter. By the way, how did you meet Hu Zi?"
Faced with the nanny's doubts, Ling Chen recounted what happened on the street just now, then looked at Li Hu and said: "Nanny, actually Huzi is really filial, but he is too simple at heart, that's why he is bullied.
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Listening to Ling Chen's words, Li Hu sat aside and giggled. Although his face was covered with bruises, those injuries seemed to cause no harm to him at all.
Ling Chen's nanny sighed, how could he not know about his son? It's just that Li Hu has been a bit stupid since he was a child and missed the best time to practice. After ten years of practice, he is still just a swordsman.
A warrior at the fifth level.
According to the breakthrough speed of ordinary warriors, after ten years of training, he would already be at the level of a swordsman, but Li Hu had no brute strength.
Ling Chen chatted with his nanny for a while and then followed Li Hu out of the room. Tomorrow was his nanny's birthday, and he wanted to walk around the streets with Li Hu, buy some of his nanny's favorite dishes, and cook them himself.
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Of course Ling Chen doesn't know how to cook. The so-called cooking by himself is nothing more than chopping vegetables and helping him.
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"Brother Chen, that street should be where you go to buy groceries. Why did you walk towards this street?"
Not long after walking, Li Hu stopped and scratched his head, looking around with some confusion. Although his brain was not smart enough, he still remembered the roads around him very clearly. There was no grocery shopping on this street at all.
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Ling Chen smiled lightly and said, "Just follow me. You will know in a moment."
Seeing what Ling Chen said, Li Hu didn't ask any more questions, lowered his head and continued walking forward with Ling Chen.
In Ling Chen's memory, there was a blacksmith shop at the end of this street. The owner of the blacksmith there was a well-known swordsmith. In addition to the yellow-level mortal weapons, the swords he forged were ordinary Xuan-level spiritual weapons.
He can also cast weapons.
This man is very knowledgeable about sword making. The swords he forges are not sold at high prices like other blacksmiths, but are made for free and only charge a cost!
The strangest thing is that this man has a weird personality, and he doesn't always agree to anyone who wants to make a sword.
There was once a rich man who offered 500,000 spirit crystals and personally provided the sword-making materials, just to let the blacksmith forge a Xuan-level sword for him, but in the end he was rejected by the blacksmith.
The reason for his refusal was even more surprising. It was because he couldn't stand the second generation of rich people, so he didn't want to make swords for them.
I heard that this young man from a rich family once attacked the old blacksmith, but his legs were broken. Although it was just a rumor, no one dared to attack the old blacksmith since then.
About half an hour later, the two stopped in front of a simple blacksmith shop.
Ling Chen raised his eyes and looked at the blacksmith shop, his brows furrowed involuntarily.
This blacksmith shop is incomparable with other blacksmith shops in Xinpo Town. At first glance, it looks dilapidated. If it weren't for the burning furnace and several iron swords hanging in front of the door, no one would be sure that this is a blacksmith shop.
Blacksmith shop.
Li Hu's honest face was full of confusion. He tugged at the corner of Ling Chen's clothes, pointed at the blacksmith shop in front of him and asked, "Brother Chen, what are we doing here at this blacksmith shop?"
Ling Chen smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll know in a moment."
With that said, Ling Chen turned around and walked towards the blacksmith shop, followed closely by Li Hu who filed in.
As soon as he entered the house, Ling Chen felt a faint spiritual power floating around, and this spiritual power seemed to be emanating from the dozens of long swords in the house.
Looking at the room filled with long swords, Ling Chen's eyes flashed with light. He knew that he had come to the right place today.
"Is anyone here?"
Ling Chen shouted into the empty room. The door to the back room was pushed open by a hand, and an old man with gray hair on his temples came out.
Ling Chen was slightly startled, "Is the owner of your blacksmith shop here? We want to find him to make swords."
The old man raised his sword eyebrows, and his originally dim eyes suddenly became clear.
His eyes glanced at Ling Chen, and then rested on Li Hu behind Ling Chen for a while before he said, "I am the owner of this blacksmith shop."
"You are this? This..."
Ling Chen was a little stunned. He never expected that the owner of this blacksmith shop would be an old man. In Ling Chen's opinion, the blacksmith shops should be filled with burly and muscular men, at least they have the kind of muscular arms.
The bulging man.
But the old man in front of him was not only over fifty years old, but also very thin. He didn't look like a blacksmith who made swords.
It seemed that he saw the confusion in Ling Chen's eyes, and the old man was not surprised. He laughed and said: "The young man must be surprised, right?"
Ling Chen smiled apologetically and said, "I am clumsy. If I have offended you in any way, I hope you will forgive me."
"Hahaha... It doesn't matter, which one of you two wants to forge a sword?"
The old man walked towards the two of them with a smile, and at the same time opened the door curtain and walked outside. Ling Chen followed closely and explained: "It's like this, I came here today to forge a long sword that can be used by the two of us.
I also hope that seniors can give me some advice."
When Li Hu heard what Ling Chen said, he looked at Ling Chen strangely and asked, "Brother Chen, do you also want to make a sword for me?"
"That's right, your yellow-level sword is okay, but in my opinion it's not suitable for you at all. You are born with supernatural power and have a tall body. You can definitely forge a heavy sword as your weapon."
As soon as Ling Chen said these words, a gleam flashed in the old man's eyes again, and he nodded appreciatively: "He is right, considering your physique, the epee is the most suitable weapon for you. But... the epee is the most suitable weapon for you.
The casting of a sword is not measured by the weight of the sword itself. The heavy sword has no edge and is completely made of nature. Although it is like the birth of chaos, one day when the heavy sword is sharpened and slashed out, it can make the sun and moon eclipse!"
The old man stared at Li Hu beside Ling Chen and spoke word by word, as if these words were what he said to Li Hu.
"Senior is indeed a famous sword-smithing master in Xinpo Town. These words reminded me." Ling Chen looked excited, turned his head and said to Li Hu: "Huzi, this senior is very good at sword-making."
There is research, and in my opinion, how about you learn to make swords from your seniors?"
"Really? Can I also learn to make swords?" Li Hu's eyes lit up, he smiled innocently, and scratched his head, as if asking for the old man's wishes.