"Bullsh * t again!" Although A Ling was attacking Shen Yuan with her mouth, her body was very honest as she chased after him.
After the two of them left the teahouse, they arrived at the casting area on the other side of the i
er city.
These buildings were all meant for forging weapons.
All the Swordsmith s would come here to forge weapons.
Because the fees were low, the service was good and it was very safe, so many Swordsmith would choose to come to the main city's casting sword to forge weapons.
Shen Yuan found the manager and revealed his identity as the Swordsmith. He immediately arranged a casting sword room for Shen Yuan and A Ling.
The casting sword Room had three rooms and a small courtyard.
Shen Yuan took the two i
er rooms as his own workshop and the one outside as his own bedroom.
A Ling pointed to her nose and asked, "What about me? "Where do I live?"
Shen Yuan took out a sleeping bag from his backpack and tossed it over to A Ling, "You sleep under the eaves of this room, this way no one will dare to steal anything!"
A Ling, "..."
Fine, fine, fine. Seeing that you're spending money to rent a house, I won't bother with you anymore!
You must be jealous of my picturesque beauty, my clever hands, and my pure heart!
Pui!
A Ling angrily dragged the sleeping bag to the window, tidied up the blanket a bit, and then laid down for a bit. It was unexpectedly very comfortable.
Yes, it was indeed very comfortable.
After all, it was a huge furnace built inside. The flames were still burning non-stop and the walls were all warm and comfortable. It was very comfortable!
Shen Yuan took out his own furnace from the bag. He asked the manager here for the best charcoal, and then he arranged the materials needed for the casting sword one by one.
A Ling squatted on the side as she watched Shen Yuan work. She could not help with this job, so she could only squat on the side and watch the fun.
"Speak, why did you cultivate the casting sword technique in the past?" A Ling could not help but ask.
"It's because I can't win against others and I can't stay idle, so I'll just use the casting sword." Shen Yuan replied lightly.
"You're lying!" A Ling blurted out, "Which blind person saw you fight against five scum? The aura on your body is clearly the most dangerous! "
Shen Yuan laughed, "That's right, I'm lying to you, kid!"
A Ling, "..."
Was this a tease?
Sort of?
"Is your casting sword technique really that strong?" A Ling was speechless.
"You'll know later." Shen Yuan put away the last portion of the ingredients and lit the fire. The fire provided by the main city was very good, with dense and concentrated flames, there was no better way to refine pills and casting sword.
Shen Yuan threw all the charcoal in, opened the furnace, and threw all the materials in as well.
Shen Yuan kept patting the furnace. By the time he finished reciting the textbooks given by the system, the ingredients were all melted!
The molten metal was poured into the mold, Shen Yuan picked up the hammer and started to temper it!
With every hit, the impurities would be slowly refined away.
A Ling watched in bewilderment, "It's only just a game, why are you so serious? When I see other people's casting sword, I can just chant an incantation! "
"It's called ritual." Shen Yuan curled his lips and said: "casting sword is to be refined! That is what you call a casting sword! When they chant their chants, they produce weapons. This is vulgar! "
"Fine, fine, fine. Everything you say is correct. What you say makes sense!" A Ling was too lazy to bother with him. She stood up and ran to the other people's courtyard to watch them forge weapons.
This game was a holographic game, so it was impossible for all players to know the casting sword.
As such, according to the game's settings, a certain phrase could be cast automatically.
Everyone else did.
Therefore, the process of the casting sword was very beautiful. Only Shen Yuan, that lunatic, was able to personally forge a weapon as if he was forging iron!
After going around the Forging District once, A Ling was finally satisfied and returned.
Once he entered, A Ling saw a short sword that was more than a foot long flying in the air.
A year passed before A Ling's eyes, with a leap, she grabbed at the short sword with her hand.
The moment his fingers grabbed onto the sword hilt, A Ling started to practice, and subconsciously performed a sword technique.
Shen Yuan stood at the door and watched A Ling's sword technique with squinted eyes.
A Ling's sword technique was extremely sharp, but also extremely monotonous.
Every move was a killing move, not a single move was u
ecessary, every move was fatal!
It seemed that in reality, A Ling was either an assassin or a profession related to assassins.
He hadn't thought that he would run into a fellow player who had lost his memory.
What was her purpose in the game?
What could an amnesia killer do?
It's just a piece of scrap, right?
Shen Yuan looked at A Ling with a face full of pity. At this time, Shen Yuan had already determined that A Ling was a abandoned killer, so he could only look for existence in the game world.
Otherwise, how could he have lost his memory?
A Ling did not know what Shen Yuan was doing, but after he finished practicing the sword techniques, he excitedly said to Shen Yuan: "This weapon is really good, give it to me?"
Shen Yuan snatched it over, and said lazily: "This is a weapon of the Full level, in your hands, it can't even unleash a tenth of its power!"
A Ling was not convinced: "I don't believe you, you are also a Full level cultivator, why don't you try it!"
Shen Yuan glanced at her, then said: "Watch out!"
Shen Yuan grabbed the sword hilt and jumped into the courtyard, where he started to fight with the sword techniques that A Ling had just done.
The moment Shen Yuan made his move, A Ling's expression changed greatly!
Her eyes glazed over as an image quickly flashed through her mind. In the image, her face was expressionless. She held a knife in her hand and fiercely stabbed it forward.
But then, he couldn't see anything else!
"AHH!" A Ling held her head and knelt down, "It hurts!"
Shen Yuan retracted his sword, and rushed in front of A Ling, raising his hand to press on the back of A Ling's hand: "Don't move recklessly! Don't let your thoughts run wild, calm down! "
"I can't remember, I can't remember anything! "Ahh, just who am I?" A Ling kneeled to the ground, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat.
Without any hesitation, Shen Yuan raised his hand and instantly cut the back of A Ling's neck, causing him to immediately fall limply to the ground.
Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes, "It seems like your memories have been restricted by a formation, so you shouldn't think about it so easily! Who exactly is it that would place such a restriction on you? Interesting! "
Shen Yuan kept his short sword and picked A Ling up, and directly stuffed him into the sleeping bag under the window. Then, he turned around and returned to the casting sword Room, continuing his forging.
A Ling only slowly woke up on the afternoon of the second day.
A Ling looked at her hands in a daze, yet couldn't think of why she had fainted.
"You're awake?" Shen Yuan's stiff voice came from outside the door: "Since you're awake, then let's eat!"
With that, Shen Yuan threw a paper bag over.
A Ling raised his hand and precisely grabbed it.
"Uh, thanks." A Ling looked at the roasted sweet potato that she had grabbed, and said awkwardly: "I used too much strength."
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