After entering the casting workshop, Zhu Minglang saw the old man wearing only a soft-skinned vest in the winter. His skin was like bacon and his skin was like a bear. He wanted to hold a shield in his hand to collide, and he was afraid that a team of soldiers would be crushed by him.

"Master Zhao Long, it's so early." Zhu Minglang greeted him.

"Xiao Zhu, I'm here so early today. Oh, you are a good apprentice, with aspirations and perseverance. Unlike the lazy dogs I brought, God knows how many days they will spend here before they can get a master." Zhao Long sewed the broken armor together while holding the needle and thread.

To be honest, Zhu Minglang every time he thinks that Master Zhao Long should go to the next door to casting workshop, make irons, hammers, and sharpen his knife to match his personal image. He doesn't know how his thick big palm pinched those small needles and threads, and his craftsmanship is particularly good.

"Master Zhao, I said I have family skills, but I am not a primary school apprentice. Looking back, I will show you a armor robe I made a few days ago. That one is called Weifeng!" Zhu Minglang said.

"Hahaha, I believe in you, of course I believe in you, the techniques are different from others. Unfortunately, we can't learn them, otherwise you can teach us casters who only know how to follow the steps... By the way, two days ago, someone sent heavy things, which were very expensive, and said they were for you." Zhao Long said.

"Is that true? Then I have something to do and I won't chat with you now!"

"Okay, okay... Strange, where are my scissors? Which stupid apprentice did not put the tools out after using them. Oh, that's it..." Zhao Long said, opening his mouth, and bit the fine teeth into the weaving thread with one mouthful, biting the very flexible thread off.

Zhu Minglang shook his head with a smile.

I just showed my professional atmosphere, but because of this thread biting behavior completely dissipated!

Someone gave something to the casting shop, and it was basically certain that it was the gift Zheng Yu gave him.

Qingyin Mine!

This kind of mine is not common and is not particularly rare. If you collect it carefully, you can indeed receive a lot. However, Zhu Minglang has learned that the casting art of Zulong City State does not use this blue silver ore as a material.

Qingyin appears in some hairpins, earrings, and yarn chains, and is purely beautiful.

Zhu Minglang needs Qingyin because this Qingyin has some attributes. If the energy they contain can be stimulated, it can be directly transformed into the dragon pet.

Dragon Armor!

With the materials, money and money, and my persistent practice a while ago, I can officially create this Chongjun Dragon Armor!

"Master Zhao, I want an independent casting room, and I will put the money here." Zhu Minglang said to Zhao Long.

"What money should I give you? Go and use it, no one will disturb you." Zhao Long said.

"Then thank you Master Zhao."

The casting of dragon armor is a hidden thing. Zhu Minglang does not want others to know. It can be seen that there are very few people who have this craft in the Zulong City State, and even fewer than other city states.

For some unnecessary trouble, Zhu Minglang is better off being low-key.

When you buried one end in the casting armor, time will pass surprisingly quickly. You often enter the independent casting room and refine a few pieces of key parts of the blue silver. When you come out for a meal, it will be dark.

But studying is also a pleasure in itself.

Looking for ingredients, taming dragon pets, and refining armor, it hasn't been as fulfilling as it is now for a long time. I feel that every day is not enough.

Of course, no matter how busy he is, Zhu Minglang still remembers to visit the little dragon cub. After all, it is his third spiritual dragon. Zhu Minglang hopes that it can recover as soon as possible.

...

Snow falls white on the zulong city-state with silver-gray tones. On the towering state walls and the tip of the tower, the first to touch these sacred winter elves.

The first snow is like a white butterfly, flying softly. Before dawn of the Zulong City State, their figures can only be perfectly witnessed by a hardworking little man like Zhu Minglang. When the sky is completely bright, the snow butterfly elves have melted into the bright sunshine, and the huge city is filled with holy and solemn silver!

The process of Kai was cleared not long ago. Zhu Minglang walked on the snow and still entered the Zhufang at that time.

In every environment, there will always be a figure who is diligent than yourself. He comes earlier. When you are still encouraging yourself to continue working hard today, people have entered a state of concentration.

This person is Master Zhao Long.

Zhu Minglang tried several times to arrive a few minutes earlier, wanting to see if Master Zhao Long was sleeping here, but unfortunately he did not solve the secret that Master Zhao Long was the first.

"Master Zhao, morning." Zhu Minglang greeted him.

"Xiao Zhu...ah, Xiao Zhu!" Suddenly, Master Zhao Long screamed strangely, put down the work at hand, and stared at Zhu Minglang.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Minglang was confused.

Didn’t I come to class yesterday?

As for the way I look like I've been separated from me for many years?

"Look, look at what was posted at the door. Is that person really you?" Master Zhao Long pulled Zhu Minglang to the street and said hurriedly.

Zhu Minglang moved and found that there was a portrait in front of the store. The material of the paper looked like the reward of the wanted thief!

What is the situation? Have you done something that is harmful to the world?

But the person in the painting is indeed the same as himself!

Really wanted??

What's the reason!

"It was circulating wildly yesterday, saying that this person was the homeless man who lived in the same prison with Valkyrie. I heard that this person was originally a silkworm breeder in Sang Town. He was poor and humble, and was from poor background. Because he was lazy and could not even raise silkworms well. Without money, he became a beggar in Yongcheng. By chance, he entered the dungeon and had an unbearable thing with the Valkyrie who was imprisoned in the depths of the dungeon at that time." Zhao Long lowered his body, lowered his voice and said to Zhu Minglang.

"ha?"

Zhu Minglang felt desperate to death when he heard this.

He wanted to correct it, but soon realized that if he corrected it, it would be equivalent to admitting it.

"You look so much like that homeless man. I advise you to wear a mask recently. There are many people who are suffering from wind and cold in winter. Maintaining the habit of wearing masks is also for health." Zhao Long said to Zhu Minglang very seriously.

"It's not a topic of whether you look like it or not, how could there be such a rumor suddenly?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Who knows, everyone was talking about it overnight, and this portrait of you was posted all over the city. People in several nearby shops said they looked very similar to you, let alone people in our own shops. All the craftsmen of all sizes think it is you!" Zhao Long said.

"Okay, I've been locked in the casting room recently." Zhu Minglang nodded.

I remember when I was separated from Li Yunzi, she reminded herself that her enemies were likely to do things for themselves.

It seems that those people have taken action.

Of course, it is also very likely that Luo Xiao's revenge. After he was expelled and wanted, he no longer dared to blatantly move freely in Zulong City State. He could only use such despicable means to disgust himself.

"You, you don't have the life of others, and you are carrying other people's sins. If you really can't go to some old doctors to think of ways to change your appearance." Zhao Long said with great concern.

"..." Zhu Minglang didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Some things will come after all, and Zhu Minglang is actually mentally prepared.

It is impossible to change the appearance. This Zulong City State is time to soothe the atmosphere. He was annoyed by the words of the Valkyrie man who was a homeless man or a humble beggar!

He wishes Minglang that he will shine brightly in this Zulong City State!

Upright.

This is Zhu Minglang’s response now.

...

Sure enough, by night, my name had already spread among the crowd.

When Zhu Minglang walked out of the casting room a little tired, the master Zhao Long and several other apprentices stood outside, staring at him with a strange look.

The master Zhao Long looked unbelievable. He thought that the painting was just like Zhu Minglang, but the name was released, so he would definitely not be wrong!

As for those young apprentices.

In fact, they have discussed Valkyrie a lot when they are drinking privately. There are countless versions of the story of the noble lady and the little beggar among the people. They have long dominated the best-selling small banned book version. Zhu Minglang has been described as countless appearances, both short, ugly, fat and thin...

"Xiao Zhu, you can't be really that... the homeless man who was in Yongcheng back then." The master couldn't help but ask.

Zhu Minglang knew that it would not make much sense to explain.

But the person who spreads the rumors is really disgusting, saying that he is lazy and can't raise silkworms and becomes a beggar. He is obviously robbed!

Of course, Zhu Minglang also realized that since the rumors mentioned in detail the identity of his silkworm breeder in Sang Town, it means that there must be a copy of Luo Xiao in the spreading news.

Luo Xiao didn't want to live a peaceful life in this Ancestral City-Nation. With this unbearable and extremely enviable identity, it would be difficult to survive without the ability to protect himself.
Chapter completed!