Yuzhou City.
Wu's blacksmith shop.
Under Old Man Wu's shocked eyes, Li Ziye walked into the shop with a swagger, as if he came from a shop at home, without any formality or politeness.
As the overlord of Yuzhou City, there is no place that Li Dandan dares not go.
"Uncle Wu."
After Li Ziye entered the shop, he raised his hands and bowed politely. His attitude was correct and his tone was respectful. From the first glance, he looked like he was a child of a big family and he was very polite.
"Boy, the shop is closed today. Come back another day."
Old man Wu was not at all confused by the illusion shown by the boy in front of him, and immediately opened his mouth to chase him away. As he spoke, his face was full of wariness. If it were not for the sake of the fellow villagers, he would have taken action.
On the side, Mao Nanfeng had a strange look on his face when he saw the reaction of the old man in front of him.
It seems that this guy's popularity in Yuzhou City is really not very good.
"Closing?"
Li Ziye straightened up, grinned, stopped pretending, and responded, "Old man, it's not even noon yet, why are we closing? I heard that you took five thousand taels of silver from my Li family last time you printed that seal. You really dare to ask for it, let’s go to a black shop!”
"Boy, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense!"
When Old Man Wu heard someone saying that his shop was a black shop, he immediately got angry and replied, "Old man, the things I make are always worth the money. For five thousand taels, it's still cheaper than your Li family!"
"The family of King Tiezhu in the north of the city will engrave a seal for ten cents."
Li Ziye said with a half-smile, "Old man, if you continue to be so shady, your business will be robbed by others."
"He was maliciously lowering the price."
Old Man Wu responded angrily, "For ten cents, I can't even make back my capital. I'll have to pay for his grandson's death. Moreover, his skills are not even as good as my old man's. The seals he carved can block the way." A great practitioner of the Five Realms with one arrow?"
"That's true."
Li Ziye stepped forward, picked up the wine gourd on the table, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Drunk to death, old man, the wine from my Li family is not bad, right?"
"There's only so much left, don't let me drink it all!"
Old man Wu quickly grabbed his wine gourd and responded.
"Didn't Lao Li give you a hundred altars?"
Li Ziye said in surprise, "Have you finished drinking?"
"Finished."
Old man Wu said unhappily, "Boy, why are your wines so expensive? Fifty taels of silver a jar, are you trying to steal money? Cheaper, I can't afford to drink anymore."
"The things from my Li family are always great value for money. For fifty taels per jar, it's still a bargain for you, old man."
Li Ziye directly replied word for word what Old Man Wu had just said, perfectly embodying the quality of respecting the elderly and loving the young with his own actions.
"..."
After hearing the words of the brat in front of him, Old Man Wu's face turned green and red, and he almost couldn't breathe.
This kid is getting more and more irritating!
Even less qualified than his father!
"How about this."
Seeing that he was almost fanning the flames, Li Ziye showed what he thought was the kindest smile on his face and suggested, "How about I give you another hundred altars of drunkenness and dreams, and you always do me a little favor."
"A small favor?"
When Old Man Wu heard this, he looked wary. He did not lose his mind at all because of the huge temptation of a hundred altars of drunkenness and death. He asked warily, "What do you want to say first?"
"Uncle Wu, how good is your casting ability?"
Li Ziye didn't rush to explain his purpose. He walked to the stove, looked at the blazing flames inside, and asked, "Can he be considered a master?"
"Boy, are you questioning my old man's ability?"
Old Man Wu responded with a look of displeasure, "If you don't ask me, who can do what my old man can't do in this city of Yuzhou!"
After speaking, Old Man Wu reacted, frowned slightly, and asked, "Boy, what exactly do you want to ask?"
"Fire God Iron, has Uncle Wu heard of it?" Li Ziye asked.
"Fire God Iron?"
Old man Wu looked shocked and asked in disbelief, "You have this thing? Where did it come from?"
"It was lost by fighting monsters three years ago."
Li Ziye responded casually, "Uncle Wu, I want to use that thing to make a sword. Do you think it's feasible?"
"Not feasible."
Old Man Wu came back to his senses and immediately vetoed, "If only Yin does not grow, Yang will not grow. Blazing Fire Divine Iron is the most difficult thing to melt in the world. Only Blazing Fire Divine Iron cannot make a weapon at all."
"That's doable."
Li Ziye smiled and said, "Uncle Wu, help me think of a solution."
"Boy, didn't you hear what I just said? It's not possible!"
Old Man Wu said in a deep voice, "That thing is too difficult to melt and difficult to make into a weapon. Have you ever heard of any divine weapons made of red fire divine iron?"
“It’s boring to do things that others have succeeded in.”
Li Ziye smiled and said, "If you want to do it, do something that no one else has done. Uncle Wu, you have nothing to do every day anyway, so help me."
"It can't be done."
Old Man Wu simply refused.
"Drunk and dreaming, add another hundred jars!" Li Ziye said sternly.
"It's not a matter of how many jars of wine."
Old Man Wu frowned and explained, "That thing was born in earthly fire, and ordinary fire cannot melt it."
"Five hundred jars." Li Ziye continued to increase the price and said.
"You kid can't understand people and can't do it. Do you understand? I can't do it!" Old Man Wu said unhappily.
"A thousand altars."
Li Ziye said calmly, "Uncle Wu, is that enough? If not, I will give you another wine cellar so you can drink as much as you like!"
When Old Man Wu heard the arrogant words of the boy in front of him, his expression changed again and again.
He felt that he had been insulted.
This kid is just relying on his own money to throw money at him!
"That's all, considering your sincerity, I'll think of a way."
After a brief psychological struggle that couldn't be any shorter, Old Man Wu sighed deeply and said, "However, I need a few things, and you need to find them first."
"What?" Li Ziye asked.
“The yin and yang of things.”
"Water and fire beads? Yes!"
"A most yin thing of the same level as the Blazing Fire Divine Iron."
"This one has been identified and we are looking for it."
"The softest thing, used to neutralize the rigidity of the blazing iron."
"I don't know what this is at the moment. I'll look for it as soon as possible."
"The last one, the Fire of the Sun."
After saying that, Old Man Wu hesitated and added, "It can't be earth fire."
"Looking for it too."
Li Ziye responded and said with emotion, "Uncle Wu, are you really just an ordinary blacksmith?"
The conditions given by the old man cannot be said to be similar to what the Ye family told Sister Youwei. They are exactly the same. How could an ordinary blacksmith understand these.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Old man Wu took the hammer from the stove, gestured casually, and asked.
"Hmm... not very obvious."
Li Ziye looked speechless and asked, "Uncle Wu, how long does it take to cast such a sword?"
"uncertain."
Old Man Wu put down the hammer in his hand and replied, "If everything goes well, it will take ten or eight years. If it doesn't go well, my old man will return to the West. No, your kid may not be able to succeed when he returns to the West."
