Chapter 115 This Is the Bottom Line
In the following days, nothing else happened in Lingtai Sect, and Han Wushuang gradually recovered.
When Han Wushuang learned that it was Zhang Ye who saved his life with the life-extending pill and avenged him, he was so moved that he didn't know what to say. He was about to find Zhang Ye to thank him in person, but Zhang Ye went down the mountain and returned to Tiandao City.
Han Wushuang looked in the direction of Tiandao City with tears in his eyes. He had been completely conquered by Zhang Ye, and even felt that being called father-in-law by Zhang Ye gave him an indescribable sense of happiness...
As soon as Zhang Ye left, an old man in a black robe came to Lingtai Sect with a visiting card: "I am Sima Chenfeng, and I have come to visit Lingtai Sect."
In the past few days, Lingtai disciples have received visits from many sect leaders, but they have never heard of any sect with a leader named Sima Chenfeng. However, seeing that Sima Chenfeng has a high level of cultivation, the disciples guarding the mountain gate took the visiting card and notified the Lingtai leaders.
When the visiting card was handed to the elder, he was shocked: "Who is the visitor?"
"He is waiting at the door. If the elder doesn't want to see him, I will find a reason to send him away." Lingtai Sect defeated Wuji Sect and gained some confidence and pride in Tiandao Peak.
"Waiting outside the door?" The elder was shocked, "You are so stupid, please come in quickly!"
The elder said hurriedly: "Forget it, I will welcome him in person."
The disciples of the mountain gate followed the elder, with a puzzled look on their faces. Even if the chief elders of other sects came to visit, the elder would not take it so seriously. Who is the old man named Sima Chenfeng?
The elder saw the doubts of the disciples and said: "That is the president of the Tiandao City Magic Weapon Association!"
Hearing the words "President of the Magic Weapon Association", the disciples of the mountain gate shuddered. Although the sects of Tiandao Sanbai Peak have a transcendent status, some forces in Tiandao City are not worse than the Tiandao Sect. This Magic Weapon Association is definitely one of the best.
The disciples of the mountain gate felt cold sweats when they thought that they had asked the president of the Magic Weapon Association to wait at the mountain gate.
Fortunately, Sima Chenfeng was not as bad-tempered as the legend said, but rather very friendly, which made the elder relieved and treated him with great gifts from the sect.
"Please forgive me for the poor hospitality, President Sima." The elder exchanged a few pleasantries before asking, "I wonder what President Sima has come to do?"
The elder was somewhat looking forward to it. If a cooperative relationship could be established with the Magic Weapon Association, Lingtai Sect would surely go further.
President Sima said, "This time I came here mainly to exchange forging experience with the glorious elder of your sect. I wonder if there is an opportunity?"
The elder was stunned. No wonder President Sima came to visit Lingtai Sect, no wonder his temper was not as bad as the legend said, because he came to find Zhang Ye.
Speaking of which, the elder had received many distinguished guests in the past two days, and they all mentioned Zhang Ye more or less, which made the elder jealous and happy. It was really hard to describe.
The elder apologized, "Our sect's Glory Elder has gone down the mountain this morning, so I can't meet President Sima's request. Please forgive me."
President Sima sighed. When Zhang Ye was taking the blacksmith test before, President Sima noticed this young man, but he had no time to visit him. He finally found time to come, but Zhang Ye went down the mountain again. He smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that fate has not arrived yet."
But President Sima had a flash of inspiration: "I wonder if your sect has other blacksmiths. If we can communicate, we will definitely gain something."
President Sima believed that Zhang Ye was a blacksmith trained by Lingtai Sect, and there might be more powerful people in Lingtai Sect, so he always maintained a humble attitude.
The elder looked a little strange. Lingtai Sect had other blacksmiths, but except Zhang Ye, there was no one who could exchange forging experience with the president of the Magic Weapon Association.
However, the Great Elder had already disappointed President Sima once, and he could not disappoint him again, so he had to sacrifice Elder Ouyang of Duobao Hall...
"Come here, call Ouyang Changtian." The Great Elder gritted his teeth and invited the most powerful blacksmith in the sect. Although he was insignificant compared to President Sima, it would be a blessing if he could get some advice.
When President Sima heard Ouyang Changtian's name, he sat upright. It was not that he had heard of Ouyang Changtian, but he thought that someone with a name as long as his must be capable...
But obviously President Sima misunderstood. Ouyang Changtian came and was trembling there. He could not say anything nutritious. President Sima was bored and had to leave on the pretext of having something to do.
It was just a pity for Ouyang Changtian. After being tossed like this, his body, which had just recovered, was seriously injured again and he fell ill.
This incident spread quickly in Lingtai Sect. Everyone was lamenting that Ouyang Changtian was born at the wrong time. He was beaten by Zhang Ye before, and now Zhang Ye was not around. But the guests who came to visit Zhang Ye beat him again.
Because of everyone's sympathy, they gave Ouyang Changtian a nickname, Ouyang Jianqiang, hoping that he could live strong forever...
The most fortunate one was Elder Zheng of the Medicine Hall. He even felt a little gloating, thinking that it was a good thing that Zhang Ye didn't know how to make pills, so he would definitely not provoke the alchemy masters to come and exchange experiences.
But not long after Sima, the president of the Magic Treasure Association, left, the leader of the Changsheng Sect came to thank him in person. He heard that Zhang Ye had left, so he couldn't come in vain, right? He slapped his forehead and said, let the alchemists of the two sects exchange their experiences in alchemy.
So, Elder Zheng also got a nickname, Zheng Tingzhu...
Zhang Ye returned to Tiandao City. After so many days, the monks in Tiandao City were no longer so enthusiastic about the best magic weapons. In addition, Emeishan Yue had flowed the hoarded best magic weapons to the market, which made the best magic weapons less rare and the price gradually increased. Return to reason.
There may be many people who can't understand why Zhang Ye didn't open the door for business when the limelight was at its peak and instead hid in the Lingtai Sect, otherwise he could make a lot of money.
In fact, it's not like Zhang Ye never thought about it, but during that time, the people in Tiandao City were too crazy. Even if Zhang Ye died from exhaustion, he wouldn't be able to satisfy everyone, right? Once the price is raised rashly or half-finished work is done, causing public outrage, the city guard will probably not be able to control it. In the end, it will be Zhang Ye who is unlucky.
In addition, Zhang Ye also had a sense of revenge. Who made them look down on the blacksmith shop owner? If you don't forge magic weapons for them, you'll starve them to death!
Zhang Ye returned to the blacksmith shop and took a look secretly. The outside of the blacksmith shop was not as crowded as it was at first, but there were still a few monks wandering around outside the shop.
Zhang Ye didn't want to open the door today, so he entered through the side door, but suddenly found that Murong Hongzhuang had set up a small table in front of her house. From time to time, monks would hand her a hundred high-grade spiritual stones, and she would open them to others. After writing a note, the monks left as if they had found a treasure.
Zhang Ye was confused and asked: "Murong Hongzhuang, what are you doing?"
"You're not here these days, so I'll help you pick up the work. Go away quickly and don't stop me from doing business..." Murong Hongzhuang waved her hand, trying to drive Zhang Ye away, but she suddenly came back to her senses with a look of fear on her face. , "Zhang Ye, when did you come back?"
Zhang Ye was stunned and asked: "What did you just say? Help me take over the job?"
Murong Hongzhuang patted her lips, and she accidentally let it slip, but she looked a little proud: "You have been away these days, and I have seen so many door-to-door business. It would be a pity not to do it, so I took it for you."
Murong Hongzhuang took out a Qiankun bag: "All the reservation money is in it, not a penny has been touched. Don't thank me too much." She swallowed, "If you really want to thank me, just give me half of it." ”
Zhang Ye didn't accept the Qiankun bag, and his face was as dark as if it were dyed with ink: "Murong Hongzhuang, who the hell asked you to take the job for me?"
Murong Hongzhuang was stunned and said angrily: "Zhang Ye, you are crazy. I have helped you retain so much business, how dare you scold me?"
"So what if I scold you? Who do you think you are? I tolerate being arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but if you take over the job for me, do you have my consent?" In fact, if it were for other things, Zhang Ye wouldn't take it to heart. But he didn't want anyone to interfere in the running of the blacksmith shop. Just like some chefs, they will never allow others to enter their kitchen. This is a sentiment and paranoia that only true masters have.
Even if Han Ling'er was recruited as an employee before, it was only to help collect money.
"You..." Murong Hongzhuang's eyes were red with anger. Although she initially wanted to cheat Zhang Ye out of money, in the end her conscience realized that this was not good, so she sincerely helped Zhang Ye take over the job.
But when Zhang Ye said this to her, she felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.
At this moment, a monk came and said, "Mrs. Zhang, I'll make an appointment for another flying sword."
"No more appointments, get out!" Murong Hongzhuang threw her anger at the monk.
Murong Hongzhuang was a master of void refining, but she didn't dare to offend this monk. She thought that a woman would always be in a bad mood for a few days every month. It was understandable, so she apologized and prepared to leave.
But Zhang Ye suddenly stopped him: "Who did you call Mrs. Zhang just now?"
This monk didn't know Zhang Ye, so he pursed his lips at Murong Hongzhuang and whispered: "She, Master Zhang's wife has a very bad temper."
"Which Master Zhang?" Zhang Ye felt dizzy.
"Zhou Cao, are you from out of town? Who else is Master Zhang in Tiandao City? Zhang Ye from the Magic Blacksmith Shop!" The monk rolled his eyes at Zhang Ye and walked away.
I am Zhang Ye, but why didn’t I know that I had a wife? Zhang Ye turned his head stiffly and stared at Murong Hongzhuang: "Are you my wife?"
Murong Hongzhuang's face turned red, but she didn't say anything and just snorted coldly.
"Shameless!" Zhang Ye said this and entered the blacksmith shop without looking back.
Murong Hongzhuang finally exploded, banging on the side door and shouting: "You bastard, who do you think is shameless?"
"I will find a way to pay back the money I collected!" Zhang Ye said in a solemn voice, "I will move out tomorrow."
Murong Hongzhuang had tears rolling down her cheeks. She wanted to explain a few words, but Zhang Ye was so angry that she said the next sentence: "Moving tomorrow? That's so good!"
After Murong Hongzhuang finished speaking, she angrily returned to the house next door, and then she heard the sound of crying.
Zhang Yejing was sitting in the blacksmith shop. When he heard Murong Hongzhuang's cry, he felt that he had gone too far. After all, Murong Hongzhuang did not keep the reservation money for herself, as if she was really helping her out of good intentions.
Normally he would just joke around, but Murong Hongzhuang used Mrs. Zhang's name to collect money without Zhang Ye's consent, which violated his bottom line and was really annoying.
That's all, I'll move out tomorrow and find a less noisy shop, out of sight but out of mind.