After three days at the blacksmith shop, Li Baitian used the remaining materials to refine a batch of magic weapons.
Recently, the business of the blacksmith shop at night has increased significantly compared with the past.
Last time, a large amount of medicinal materials were sold to Ye Wudao as free publicity. The monks in the city were afraid that they would be targeted by the Ye family monks when they came to the blacksmith shop during the day. Many people chose to travel at night and sneak in to buy magic weapons.
Although the number of magic weapons currently available in the blacksmith shop is small, the quality is first-rate.
The quality of the magic weapons that Li Baitian refined by himself was basically at the top level of the Yellow level. Although the Yellow level was the worst level, it could be refined to the level of the top level and could be used in the foundation building stage.
But recently, Li Baitian noticed that there were more and more male customers.
Although it is true that these monks came here for the magic weapon and were very careful about choosing their favorite magic weapon, they always felt that something was wrong.
For example, middle-level monks from certain families would always go right in front of Ye Qingmei to buy magic weapons, and would raise their heads to peek at her from time to time.
Another example is a little old man from a certain family who specializes in tasting the magic weapons placed on the ground. His old body is bent over and squatting down, with his crutches aside. He obviously has difficulty moving, but he has a crazy smile on his face.
Li Baitian suspected that the old man had ulterior motives because he always tasted the magic weapon at Ye Qingmei's feet. Could he be secretly looking at Ye Qingmei's legs?
The head of his family has never seen Ye Qingmei's legs, but these old and crooked guys actually looked at them with gusto.
But he opened the door to do business, so it was hard to kick people out, and these old men seemed to be of high status.
"In that case, you like to look at your legs, don't you? You like to peek, don't you? Let's see if I don't squeeze all the oil out of you!"
"Let you know that there is no wife in the world who is free to look at!"
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Early next morning.
A sign was hung in front of the blacksmith shop.
There is a line of big characters written crookedly on it: "The store has a special sale this month. If you buy a big sword, you will get a free smile from the boss lady."
Inside the store.
Ye Qingmei was swinging around holding a washboard.
"Madam, why are you holding the washboard?"
Li Baitian looked unnatural and put up the sign without consulting Ye Qingmei. He was a little embarrassed.
"Husband, why didn't I know there was a new event at the blacksmith shop?"
Ye Qingmei smiled, still as gentle as ever.
But Li Baitian felt that there was murderous intent hidden in this smile: "Ahem, I didn't discuss it with my wife. It's my fault."
"I heard from my little sister that this kind of behavior requires kneeling on the washboard, but I felt sorry for my husband, so I took the washboard away specifically to prevent him from hurting himself."
Ye Qingmei said cheerfully.
Li Baitian was sweating on his forehead: "How about a fifty-fifty split?"
Ye Qing smiled and said, "I heard from my little sister that between husband and wife, they don't talk about money, they only talk about fate."
"How much fate?"
"Among the medicinal herbs sold to the Ye family last time, I fell in love with those Shennong grasses. It would be a good deal if I could have the opportunity to become associated with them."
Ye Qingmei said with a smile, she had just been reborn, and her soul needed to be stable. For a monk, spiritual power was the most important, and Shennong grass was the best herb for strengthening the soul at Li Baitian's level.
It was not convenient for her to show up in public. If Li Baitian could get another batch of herbs, it would save her a lot of time.
"Okay, the second young master of the Ye family used to treat me as a brother. Although there have been some minor conflicts recently, brothers will still help each other with this little help. I will talk to my husband later."
Li Baitian breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Qingmei was willing to help run the blacksmith shop, which would surely attract a lot of old perverts... No, a lot of successful men.
As for the Shen Nong Grass, grab it when you find an opportunity... just borrow some from the Ye family.
The two of them quickly moved the magic weapon to the front of the store. Ye Qingmei consciously put on a light green cheongsam and stood at the door.
This cheongsam has a high slit, which not only perfectly covers the graceful curves, but also exposes the white thighs, making passersby unable to take their eyes away.
The big sign in front of the store attracted the attention of many monks.
The monks' eyes were almost uncontrollably looking at the store's new activities, giving the proprietress a free smile.
This boss lady... is simply amazing!
In their majestic city, there is such a beauty, she is not inferior to the oiran of Wangyou Tower!
And compared with the makeup look of Wangyoulou, the proprietress of the blacksmith shop is more elegant, without the evil look of heavy make-up, and she also exudes a cool aura, like a cold goddess.
"I want this magic weapon!"
A monk came forward and picked up a magic weapon. When he paid, he was a little embarrassed and said, "Well, I also want a free smile."
"Of course, welcome to come again next time."
Ye Qingmei has a beautiful smile and his service attitude is very good.
As the eternal empress, even if she is reduced to being the proprietress of a blacksmith shop, she can perfectly fulfill this role.
"Okay, okay, I must come!"
When the beauty smiled, the male cultivators could not move forward.
One by one, their heads turned towards the direction of the blacksmith shop as if they had been enchanted, but then they were slapped back to reality by their respective Taoist companions, and left angrily.
"What a free smile. Looking at her dressed like that, this store is not serious and is simply offensive!"
"Go now, you are not allowed to enter this store for the rest of your life!"
The female cultivators glared at Ye Qingmei fiercely. It must be said that jealousy made them completely unrecognizable. Although cultivators can stay young forever, their appearance is innate, and they hate that they don't have this face.
Li Baitian secretly observed that male customers did not dare to buy magic weapons in public because of their appearance, and the new activities he launched seemed to have lost the female market.
This is not possible, female monks have the main purchasing power, and the amount of money they spend is not comparable to that of male monks.
We have to think of a way to regain the main consumer base.
A few minutes later.
Li Baitian silently added a line of small words on the event sign: "This store is open twelve hours a day."
The door is open 24 hours a day, and we must save the male cultivators first.
Business was very bleak during the day, and the monks did not dare to choose magic weapons openly due to their appearance.
There were only a few familiar old gentlemen wandering in front of the store with smiles.
Among them was the old man who always squatted at Ye Qingmei's feet to buy magic weapons.
The old man looked Zhou Zheng, but as soon as his eyes came into contact with Ye Qingmei, there was an indescribable wretchedness.
His whole body was covered in patches, and although his clothes were clean, he looked miserable no matter how he looked.
Others would probably think of him as a beggar, but Li Baitian, who had a full-level weapon refining talent, could tell at a glance that the crutch in the old man's hand was not ordinary.
Ordinary people don't have treasures of this level. Judging from his eyesight, the power hidden in the crutch can probably reach the upper level of Xuan level, or even the lower level of Earth level.
Definitely a great master.
But no matter how awesome you are, you still have to bow down to the boss lady’s free smile!
