Zi Lao's very proud work was treated so indifferently by Xia Shang, which was undoubtedly an insult to the craftsman.
Zi Lao's face immediately turned ugly.
Xue Baihe was a little nervous, fearing that this straightforward old guy would anger the young man in front of him.
After all, the other party is now the bread and butter of Mingjian Villa. It doesn’t matter how powerful the so-called Mingjiao is, but judging from the recent situation, this Mingjiao is really rich.
The amount of money spent on Mingjian Villa every month is no less than one hundred thousand taels. If the father of such a financial sponsor left, where would he find it?
Xue Baihe truly felt the benefits of taking refuge in Mingjiao, and his attitude towards Xia Shang and Mingjiao naturally changed greatly.
Seeing Zi Lao's somewhat unhappy expression, he kept winking at him.
Although Zi Lao has a bad temper, he also knows that personal honor and disgrace are more important than the prosperity and decline of the family. Even if he is looked down upon by a young man, he still has the patience to step forward and ask: "I wonder why the leader said this? What is this sword that I have?"
Is there a bad place? I have made countless swords in my life. This purple electric sword is not only the best in my life, but it is also a very satisfactory one among the many works. Just say that its material is the unique deep sea crystal.
I have treasured it for many years, but I have been reluctant to use it to make swords for decades. Today, I was appointed by the leader as the president of the Swordsmiths Alliance. I thought that I needed a unique sword to show my sword-making ability, so I got this thing.
.This sword can be regarded as a masterpiece of my sword-making skills. Why is it so despised by the leader?"
After listening to Zi Lao say so much, Xia Shang naturally felt that the other party was dissatisfied, and replied seriously: "This sword acquisition can become the signature of the master's life, but it is not what I want. First of all, I don't want to
I know what kind of mineral the so-called deep sea crystal is, but I think it is a very rare treasure. I wonder if a sword made of this material can be mass-produced? Can ordinary people afford such a weapon?"
Zi Lao was stunned and said for a long time: "I have never thought of selling this sword. It can only be passed on to the destined person."
"That's easy to understand." Xia Shang shrugged and continued, "I believe Villa Master Xue has told Zi Lao that I have invested a lot of real gold and silver in Mingjian Villa. The Mingjiao's silver is not blown by strong winds.
, Mingjiao's support of Mingjian Villa is not to open a charity, Mingjiao needs to use the swords of Mingjian Villa to create wealth. I want to
Our sword is a sword that can be produced with energy and can be standardized. I believe that using top-quality materials to forge a top-quality sword is second-rate, while using ordinary materials to forge a top-quality sword is first-rate."
"A top-quality sword forged from ordinary materials is first-class..." Zi Lao frowned and repeated Xia Shang's last words in a low voice.
Zi Lao had never heard such words before, but from the moment he heard it, it seemed to have touched a nerve deep in his heart.
"Yes, if you use top-quality materials to forge top-quality weapons, it only means that the materials are very good. How can you prove your superb forging skills? Only by using ordinary materials to forge top-quality weapons, that is the true verification of technology...
…”
Zi Lao was thinking on the side, but Xia Shang turned his attention to other weapons.
After a cursory glance, he took out the most ordinary long sword. There was nothing unique about it, and it was the same as the sword in everyone's impression.
Zi Lao looked at it with some confusion: "Leader, this is the most ordinary sword."
Xia Shang nodded: "I know this is the most common sword, but what I need is the appearance of this sword. But the strength should be close to the purple lightning in the master's hand."
"What?" Zi Lao's eyes widened, "How is this possible? It's just an ordinary sword made of iron ore. How can its strength be compared with the purple electricity made of deep sea crystals?"
"How is it impossible?" Xia Shang asked back, "Swords made from iron ore will definitely be worse than swords made from deep sea crystals? There is no rule in this world that the rarity of the ore determines the strength of the weapon. Also, there is no
How do you know it’s impossible if you try it?”
"..." Zi Lao was thoughtful, feeling that there was an irrefutable truth hidden in this young man's seemingly rude request.
Xia Shang continued: "The weapon I need is like this. This seemingly ordinary appearance and simple and common materials create an unusual sword. I wonder if Zi Lao can do it? If not, then I
You can hire someone else, Gao Ming.”
After Xia Shang was slightly agitated, Zi Lao became tough and whispered: "I will definitely make the sword the leader wants."
"I believe in Zi Lao, but I also want to remind Zi Lao. Sometimes, things that are difficult to accomplish by one person can be left to a group of people. Everyone
Each blacksmith has his own unique secret recipe. Combining the strengths of all the blacksmiths and improving forging technology is the fundamental solution to the problem. This is also the real reason for the establishment of the Swordsmith Alliance. Since Zi Lao is the president, he should make good use of it.
, be honest with other blacksmiths as soon as possible and share your experiences.”
Zi Lao was thoughtful and had no intention of staying here anymore. He handed over to Xia Shang and said, "Master, I have to think carefully now."
"Go ahead."
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It took time to expect Zi Lao to hand him a sword of economic value, so Xia Shang stayed at Mingjian Villa.
On one side is the sword waiting for Zi Lao.
On the one hand, I was also waiting for news about Xue Lengxiang.
Two days later, someone from the Haotian Alliance, which had been ignored by Xia Shang, arrived.
This made Mingjian Villa, which had only been peaceful for a few days, become tense again.
Especially the many elders of the Xue family.
Previously, I thought that the Haotian Alliance was frightened by the Ming Cult, so that they did not dare to do anything for a long time.
It seems that everything is too simple. The people who should come will always come, and the threats that should be faced will eventually be faced.
In the early morning, the cool breeze that had not dispersed at night hung down at the entrance of the outer village, and the disciples guarding the village were still chatting about which of their senior sisters was more beautiful.
Suddenly, the cool breeze in front of me disappeared, and a huge black shadow appeared in front of me.
What appeared in front of them was a man as strong as a mountain.
Two ordinary villa disciples had never seen such a huge man in their lives.
The so-called seven-foot man is just a milk baby standing in front of this person. This person can stand at the entrance of the villa, and three people can walk there. Standing in front of the young disciples, he can cover the sky in their eyes, and his cold eyes are full of emotion.
With disdain for life and a bloody aura, no one knows how many people died in his hands.
The two huge hammers on his waist were estimated to weigh about 500 kilograms, and the ground seemed to be shaking without taking a single step.
With just one glance, the two young disciples were blinded, and their words were trembling: "You, you, you... who are you..."
At this time, a man came out from behind, holding a flag with the word "Haotian" written on it.
This man spoke arrogantly, planted the flag on the ground, and shouted loudly: "The settler is here!"