Chapter 139 Good People Get Good Rewards
Yunxiu vomited a mouthful of blood, but no one cared. Everyone gathered around Zhang Ye to discuss the properties and uses of the soil.
Originally it was just an exchange between young blacksmiths, but the five presidents also joined in with great interest. After all, this is the first professional research on Xi soil by humans in the history of cultivation, and it will definitely go down in history.
Although this discussion was dominated by Zhang Ye, the blacksmiths present were not ordinary people. They had extraordinary insights and drew inferences from one example, which made Zhang Ye gain a lot.
As a result, the process of the forging conference was once again extended. By evening, everyone finally studied the soil in detail, and theoretically could build a Taoist weapon!
The first project of the Forging Conference finally came to an end. Taking into account Zhang Ye's outstanding performance and the use of a magical item like Xi soil, the five presidents unsurprisingly gave Zhang Ye a perfect score and came out on top.
Some people may ask, since the president of the North Territory does not get along with the East Territory, no matter how good Zhang Ye's performance is, he shouldn't give full marks, right? In fact, he really didn't want to give Zhang Ye full marks, but Zhang Ye was the leader in the academic discussion about Xi soil. If he wanted to leave a name in history, he had to please Zhang Ye.
The other blacksmiths also received good ratings, but when giving Yunxiu a score, the judges almost gave him zero points because they thought of his various funny performances, especially when he mistook gluttonous shit for a five-color fairy stone. Sima Chenfeng said a few words of love before reluctantly giving him a passing grade, but he was also at the bottom.
The forging conference came to an end, and Zhang Ye left the venue with the praise of everyone.
At the entrance of the venue, Yunxiu stopped Zhang Ye, her eyes burning with hatred. He originally thought that he was a proud son of heaven and did not take Zhang Ye into consideration at all. However, he never thought that on the first day of the forging conference, he would be crushed to pieces by Zhang Ye.
"Zhang Ye, you do not know how to live and die!" Outside the venue, Yunxiu didn't have to worry and just started to curse.
Although Zhang Ye was scolded, his reaction was very indifferent: "Oh."
Yunxiu cursed, not only to vent his anger, but also to see if he could force Zhang Ye to take action first. In this case, Yunxiu could justifiably kill Zhang Ye by virtue of his peak Nascent Soul cultivation level, and then neither the City Guards nor the Magic Weapon Association would do anything. What can I say.
Seeing that Zhang Ye didn't take the bait, Yunxiu continued to scold and used all the vicious words, but Zhang Ye didn't show any sign of replying. Although Yunxiu was a lot angry, she felt that Zhang Ye couldn't be such a good-tempered person, right?
Yunxiu's mouth was dry and she was about to take a breather.
The corners of Zhang Ye's mouth rose: "Bounce back."
Damn it, Yunxiu has been scolding her for so long, but one rebound is worth countless swear words, and all her efforts have been wasted. After Yunxiu reacted, he almost spurted blood again: "You are so shameless!"
However, Zhang Ye ignored him and walked towards the blacksmith shop unhurriedly.
Yunxiu roared at Zhang Ye's back: "Just wait for me, I will definitely defeat you tomorrow!"
The project to be carried out tomorrow is called extreme forging. It is a fun challenge. Five judges will select five random elements, which may be functional regulations or material restrictions, and let the young blacksmith create a piece on the spot. The magic weapon meets these conditions.
Of course, because it is impossible for a blacksmith to be proficient in everything, no one has ever actually passed extreme forging, and can only find ways to get as close as possible to those requirements.
Yunxiu saw Zhang Ye's extraordinary ability today, but he was still full of confidence, just because the master of the Tianbing Pavilion gave him the ancient jade of the Tianbing Pavilion. Yunxiu could temporarily gain the forging experience of his ancestors through the ancient jade. No matter how demanding the request was, he would not accept it. can be done.
If the combined strength of all the ancestors in the history of Tianbing Pavilion cannot defeat Zhang Ye, then I will live broadcast Chixiang! Yunxiu made a vow in her heart.
Zhang Ye, on the other hand, had a sneer on his lips when he heard Yunxiu's words. He had said before that this young blacksmith conference seemed to be tailor-made for him. In tomorrow's extreme forging, Zhang Ye will have a hard time staying in the limelight thanks to his omnipotent magic weapon.
Zhang Ye was walking on the streets of Tiandao City, listening to people discussing his amazing performance at the forging conference. He was a little happy at first, but later on, a feeling of loneliness emerged.
Although so many people have Zhang Ye's name on their lips, Zhang Ye feels that in the huge Tiandao City, there are few close friends who are worthy of drinking and talking and sharing this joy.
Zhang Ye walked silently through the streets and alleys. Maybe it was because Tiandao City had too many people, or maybe Zhang Ye’s appearance was not very outstanding. The monks who talked about Zhang Ye rarely recognized him, which made Zhang Ye I feel even more lonely.
While walking, there was a loud noise in front of me, and many people were watching.
Zhang Yexian was extremely bored and just joined in the fun.
"My glass lamp, which is worth fifty yuan of high-grade spiritual stones, was broken by you like this. How do you think you should compensate me?" A monk in the late stage of Jindan grabbed an old woman and refused to let go, pointing to a pile of broken glass on the ground. Demand compensation.
The old woman was dressed in rags and was just a Qi-refining monk. This kind of person was at the lowest level in Tiandao City. She made a living by collecting night incense, taking out garbage and other dirty work.
The old woman looked horrified and apologized repeatedly: "Sir, please calm down. My son is sick. I was in a hurry to go back and give him some medicine, so I accidentally bumped into the Shangxian. Please forgive me!"
It turned out that it was this golden elixir monk who was playing with the glazed lamp to show off his wealth in the market. He was accidentally bumped into by the old woman and broke the glazed lamp.
"I don't care what you did, you broke my glass lamp, pay for it!" The Jindan monk looked fierce and grabbed the old woman and refused to let go.
The old woman was so anxious that she almost cried: "Sir, I only have three low-grade spiritual stones with me, and the rest of the money has been spent on medicine. Please be merciful and forgive me."
As she spoke, the old woman took out a pack of medicinal materials and three low-grade spiritual stones.
"Sent away the beggar?!" The Jindan monk was so angry that he slapped the old woman to the ground.
The old woman's face was swollen, but she ignored the pain and quickly picked up the medicinal materials scattered on the floor.
When the Jindan monk saw this scene, he became even more angry. He stepped on the old woman's hand and pulled out his sword: "I haven't seen you so nervous even after my glazed lamp broke. Since I can't pay back the money, I'll pay with my life." !”
The onlookers watched all this with cold eyes, and many even shouted: "Yes, if we kill all these poor dogs, Tiandao City will be much cleaner."
After hearing these encouragements, the Jindan monk was even more determined to kill someone. Anyway, the old woman couldn't pay the compensation, and the city guard would not care.
The golden elixir monk slashed down with his sword, but suddenly, a flying sword blocked the old woman's head, stopping the fatal blow: "Liu Li Lantern, I will pay for it."
The person who spoke was none other than Zhang Ye. In fact, Zhang Ye didn't want to meddle in these nosy matters. After all, people died every day in Tiandao City, and he couldn't do it even if he wanted to.
But the old woman said that she accidentally bumped into the Jindan monk because she was going back to boil medicine for her son, which aroused Zhang Ye's compassion.
More than ten years ago, Zhang Ye was still living with his parents in the blacksmith shop of Lingtai Town. Once Zhang Ye fell ill, and his mother went to get medicine. Because she was always worried about her child, she accidentally bumped into a high-level monk.
The high-level monk also almost killed his mother, but fortunately he was stopped by the disciples of Lingtai Sect, and the danger was saved.
So when Zhang Ye saw this scene, he felt sad and made up his mind. Even if he couldn't help many people, he would do his best to help those who could, and he would have a clear conscience.
"Are you going to pay?" The Jindan cultivator looked at Zhang Ye, and it seemed that he could afford to pay. However, he felt that Zhang Ye had stopped him from killing someone, and he couldn't let go of his dignity. "I don't care, I'm going to kill someone today!"
The golden elixir monk drew his sword and struck again. Zhang Ye felt a trace of anger and knocked the golden elixir monk away with one sword: "I told you that I will be responsible for the compensation. Please be merciful and merciful."
The Golden elixir cultivator and Zhang Ye were both in the late Golden elixir stage. After such a fight, the Golden elixir cultivator secretly sighed, feeling that he was no match for Zhang Ye and was about to agree to Zhang Ye's offer.
But at this moment, the onlookers, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, shouted: "Hey, isn't this Wong Tai Sin? Is this a tough fight?"
Huang Daxian may be the nickname of Jindan monk. Being so aroused, Jindan monk felt that he couldn't keep it on his face, and said to Zhang Ye with a dark face: "You said you would compensate, okay, if you have the ability, you can compensate me for an identical glazed lamp." , otherwise don’t mind your own business!”
This glazed lamp is a magic weapon passed down from the Western Regions. Although it is just an ordinary magic weapon, it is the only one in Tiandao City. The Jindan monk deliberately made things difficult, which not only protected his own face, but also made Zhang Ye retreat when he saw the difficulties.
"Just the same thing?" Zhang Ye was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the problem could be solved without spending money, which saved a lot.
"Yes!" The golden elixir monk thought Zhang Ye was afraid and said firmly.
"Okay!" After Zhang Ye said that, he first helped the old woman pick up the medicinal materials, and then reached out to grab the shards of glass that were shattered on the ground.
"What is he going to do?"
"Is it possible that he wants to repair the glazed lamp?"
"Does he think it's Zhang Ye?"
Listening to everyone's ridicule, Zhang Ye looked strange and wanted to say, "I am Zhang Ye. What's wrong?" But he is not a person seeking fame and reputation, just repairing the glazed lamp.
Zhang Ye did not take out the stove, but directly used the golden elixir fire to condense into the sky and calcine, and the glazed slag began to melt into liquid.
Being able to show this hand proved that Zhang Ye was a blacksmith, and those who laughed at him immediately shut up.
The golden elixir monk was startled and said, "What if you fix it? I said that if you want a glazed lamp that is exactly the same as before, it won't even work at all!"
Zhang Ye didn't say anything and continued to calcine the colored glaze. With Zhang Ye's current attainments, he could forge the magic weapon without the assistance of a hammer and directly use spiritual energy to shape it.
Not long after, a beautiful colored glaze lamp was repaired by Zhang Ye out of thin air. This skill amazed everyone.
Zhang Ye handed the glazed lamp to the golden elixir monk: "Look, is it the same as the original one?"
The golden elixir monk came back to his senses. He looked at the glazed lamp carefully. He wanted to find fault with it, but unfortunately, this glazed lamp was even more perfect than the original one!
No matter how shameless he was, he would not dare to reject Zhang Ye on the grounds that it was better than the original glazed lamp.
The golden elixir monk put away the glazed lamp, cupped his hands, and left dejectedly.
The old woman bowed her head and thanked Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye helped him up and said, "It's just a little effort. Go back and boil the medicine for your son."
The old woman wiped her tears. There were not many kind-hearted people in Tiandao City. She asked, "My dear benefactor, can this old woman know your name? I want to set up a memorial tablet for you to live forever."
Although Zhang Ye didn't care, he had to give him a chance to repay his kindness: "My name is Zhang Ye."
The onlookers suddenly realized that this was the thunderous Master Zhang! They all flattered each other.
However, the old woman's words were simple and touching: "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your help. Good people are rewarded. I wish you all your wishes will come true."
Zhang Ye was in a much better mood. When he returned to the blacksmith shop, he suddenly saw a woman waiting outside the door. Zhang Ye recognized her: "Sect Master, why are you here?"
Su Jin raised a small jar in his hand: "My friend gave me the Baihua Nong, I will serve the wine and you will serve the food, okay?"
Zhang Ye was stunned and held the straw. Sure enough, good people are rewarded. He just thought that it would be nice if he had a girl to accompany him to drink and talk. It seems that he can't stop doing good deeds.