“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
The extremely steady sound of forging came from the blacksmith shop in Zizhu Town.
Blacksmith Lao Wang looked at Chang Qing, who was sweating profusely by the stove, with a solemn face.
The treasure that has always been cherished as the store's treasure is now rapidly changing under the constant hammering of Changqing.
There has never been such a hot and high temperature furnace, and the roasting old Wang did not dare to get too close.
At first, Changqing wanted to buy a sword.
Later, Changqing fell in love with Lao Wang's treasure, a black and extremely hard ore.
"Is it cheaper to forge it yourself?"
"able."
"Can you sell this ore to me?"
"If you can burn it softly and beat it, I can give it to you."
The conversation still vaguely echoed in the shop, and with each hammer blow from Chang Qing, Lao Wang's regret continued to deepen.
"Don't look at me like that. This is not a top-grade spiritual material. It can barely make a fine weapon."
Changqing was a little helpless, "I will pay."
"This is not a matter of money. Moreover, I, Lao Wang, say what I say!"
Lao Wang asked tentatively: "Xiaoqing, have you ever considered changing your career?"
"I haven't considered it."
Even though the chicken is dead, can he change his career to become a blacksmith?
Am I crazy?
Lao Wang breathed a long sigh of relief, and the urgent sense of crisis in his heart disappeared. "Who did you learn this forging technique from?"
"self-taught."
"How do you manage to drop the hammer stably and accurately?"
"Only if you are familiar with it."
Lao Wang was a little confused. He always felt like he had heard these words somewhere.
Dongfang Lan stood beside Changqing, with no more surprise in her beautiful eyes.
Now, as long as it's about Changqing, nothing can make her heart waver again.
Even Chang Qing said that he only learned to forge weapons in an instant.
"Old Wang, your stove is not very good."
The sound of "Bah!" was accompanied by a burst of white smoke.
In the mist, Changqing held the pliers and the shimmering sword blade.
On the sword blade, fine lines are like gentle ripples of flowing water.
The sword is completed, and the reasoning is perfect. The complex ripples return, and the stream of light shines.
"Just make do with it."
Changqing began to prepare the sword hilt and scabbard.
There happened to be purple and black bamboo in the blacksmith shop.
After another half an hour, Changqing returned to the courtyard holding a purple and black bamboo stick.
Immediately he began to practice the Qingyun Sword. The sword's light was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through the wind and waves.
"If you want to join the Prison Suppression Department, it's actually not difficult. With your understanding, as long as you go to the Imperial City, the assessment will be simple for you."
Dongfang Lan watched Changqing practice swordplay, and every time she watched, she seemed to gain some new insights.
This is an extremely terrifying thing, because it means that Changqing's mastery of Qingyun Sword may exceed Dongfang Lan's understanding.
This is also an extremely rare opportunity, because the Qingyun Sword used by Chang Qing at this time does not have any shadow of other sword techniques, and only in this way can it help her gain enlightenment.
“Just register it, it doesn’t matter whether you join or not.”
Chang Qing killed more than a hundred chickens today, guaranteeing a life span of seven hundred years.
Changqing will naturally not be stingy about Qingyun Kung, Qingyun Sword, and Qingyun Step.
Of course, I also squeezed out hundreds of years to understand other spells.
"I think that with your stability and kindness, you should join the Prison Suppression Department. The Prison Suppression Department also needs people like you."
Chang Qing continued to practice, and Dongfang Lan continued: "Joining the Prison Suppression Department has many benefits, and it is more convenient to access the underground palace of the Imperial City. Of course, if you don't want to wait until you are promoted to the Heavenly Realm and enter directly."
Changqing withdraws his move and returns the sword to its sheath.
The cold light shining bamboo sword was now just an ordinary bamboo pole, showing no edge at all.
"I want to wield a sword, ride the wind, and slay demons. Will there be any restrictions after joining the Prison Suppression Department?"
"What do you mean by restrictions?"
"Being a prison boss can't slay demons."
"You are worrying too much. The two you saw today are different from those in the Imperial City. I only hope that after you join the Prison Control Department in the Imperial City, you will not be so tired that you want to give up because of the heavy tasks."
"That would be great."
As Chang Qing said, he had already come to the corner of the yard and fetched a few buckets of water.
"You want to take a shower again?"
Dongfang Lan was puzzled for a while.
Changqing rubbed it into her arms, spread her hands, and showed a mud dragon.
Dongfang Lan was silent.
She knew what was happening, but she didn't know why.
Changqing's body seemed to be constantly cleansing and slicing the marrow. Even the most precious Tianji elixir on the continent had no such effect.
Could it be that Changqing also has a special physique?
Among the spirits and monsters, there is a kind of impure body that can keep itself pure.
Could it be said that Chang Qing has really become a spirit?
"Why don't you practice the exercises? Practitioners, running the exercises is equivalent to resting. Practitioners, you must be self-disciplined."
Dongfang Lan couldn't help but ask as she watched Changqing take a bath, eat and then lie in the yard.
"A true practitioner should combine work and rest, rest on time, eat reasonably, and have a balanced diet. This is called self-discipline."
Chang Qing raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Just kidding, I'm actually practicing now."
"Why do you always have to sleep in the yard?"
"For training."
"Why are you……"
"For training."
Dongfang Lan was speechless. Changqing's answers seemed perfunctory, but he always spoke seriously.
When Chang Qing's weak snoring sounded, a hazy white light lit up again.
Dongfanglan is determined.
What Chang Qing said may be true.
because……
Changqing has really become a spirit!
"There is no way to cultivate spirits on the mainland. Even if there is, people don't need to learn it, and they can't learn it."
Dongfang Lan fell into deep thought.
"Unless he can live for hundreds or thousands of years like a spirit."
"No, maybe not enough."
Unable to figure it out, Dongfang Lan blamed this strangeness on Wusui's body.
Maybe humans also have such a special physique.
"Bang bang bang!"
A rapid knock on the door woke Changqing up.
Changqing was sleepy and opened her hazy eyes.
"Oops! Something happened, something big happened!"
"Someone is committing suicide again?"
Changqing jumped up like a carp and picked up the bamboo sword next to the lounge chair.
The person who came was a well-known bricklayer in the village. At this time, he was holding the brick knife in his hand tremblingly.
"It's a chicken that has become a sperm!"
The bricklayer's face was horrified. When he came to Changqing's side, his mood stabilized a little, "Mayor Li asked me to call you over. That chicken has already injured more than a dozen people!"
"Take me there quickly!"
Changqing said quickly, and then added: "Which chicken has become a sperm? Tell me, I can run fast."
"The chickens in the backyard of Mayor Li's house! The chickens come and go without a trace. It's really scary!"
Changqing stamped his feet and stepped on the blue clouds.
The figure floated away instantly and disappeared at the end of the alley in the blink of an eye.
"Mortals become spirits?"
Dongfang Lan looked up at the sky. The moon was bright and clear, and there were no clouds in the sky.
"The spiritual energy tide should have passed. If I didn't become a spirit before, it's even more impossible now... strange."
Dongfang Lan hurriedly chased after him.
