Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

When I came to Qiansi Town again, it was already noon the next day.

A carriage stopped steadily at the gate of the town. At this time, a young man stepped out of the carriage and took a breath of fresh air. After that, several teenagers and girls of similar age got off the carriage together.

"This long-lost smell really makes me want to stop, we are back again!"

There was a smile on Zhuxiong's face, the carriage was safe and flat along the way, and his physical injuries had already healed.

What excites him the most is that he can finally come back to see his younger brothers and sisters. He doesn't know how those little guys are living now, whether they have become unrecognizable to him.

"Zhuxiong, where are you going first?"

Terajima stretched his waist, maybe the sun at noon was a bit harsh, his eyes were half-closed, and he asked with a lazy look.

"Idiot! Of course Zhuxiong went back to Qingyun Church first, look at his expression, he looks like he's returning home, he probably misses his younger siblings!"

Kawasumi Mai on the side leaned over her head, put her hands on her hips and said, it wasn't that she knew Takeo well, it was actually Takeo who talked about his younger siblings while chatting.

"Brother Zhuxiong, let's go back together!"

Hearing Mai Kawasumi's words, Yamasora immediately wanted to grab Takeo's arm and falter.

The groom on the side just checked the situation of the dismounted horse. He got on the horse, pulled up the rein and said with a kind smile on his face, "Little guys, I will escort you home safely. My mission is complete. Goodbye!"

"Goodbye, and say hello to your Lord Knight Commander for me!"

Takexiong waved his hand and said slightly bowing to the groom.

"Haha... definitely next time!"

Hearing Zhuxiong's words, the groom laughed loudly, then raised his whip and rode away, disappearing from everyone's sight in a blink of an eye.

"Haha! I really can't see how humorous this groom is!"

Nagai Yohito, who had never spoken, spoke, and even Terashima Yu nodded in agreement.

"Let's go then!"

Takeo said, walking briskly in the front.

The market in Qiansi Town is very lively. Walking along the streets along the way, various vendors enthusiastically sell their goods along the street, and you can also hear the familiar "dangdang" sound from the blacksmith's shop in the distance.

From a distance, the outline of the Qingyun Church building was already clearly visible, but Takeo did not go directly to Qingyun Church, but turned the corner to the blacksmith's shop.

"Why are you following me!"

At this time, Takeo looked at the few people behind him strangely. If they were returning to the church, they should go straight instead of following him.

"Takeo, that I want to see where you are going?"

Chuansumi Wu replied nervously, but she was afraid of being locked up in a small black room by her father when she went back, and several other people had similar thoughts.

Terashima Yuu and Sorai Yohito wanted to stroll around the market, while Yamasora simply wanted to go wherever Takeo went.

"I really have nothing to do with you, so just follow me closely. In fact, I just want to go to the blacksmith shop to visit my friends, and buy something for my younger siblings along the way."

Zhuxiong spread his hands helplessly, looked at the five people behind him, then turned around and said, "Alright, let's just take a look at the place where I usually go out to work part-time!"

Compared with before, the blacksmith's shop has a pitifully less crowded place. If it weren't for Zhuxiong who could still hear the sound of hammers clashing inside the house, I really thought the boss was fishing for fish today.

'Crunch! '

Zhuxiong pushed open the door on the side of the blacksmith's shop, and a middle-aged old man with a strong figure was facing them with his back, holding a bucket of molten metal firmly in an iron clip in his hand.

"Who! Didn't you say that our blacksmith shop is no longer accepting orders? Can you stop bothering me!"

The middle-aged old man said with some displeasure. At this time, he was concentrating on pouring the molten metal liquid into the mold that had been prepared earlier.

The moment the high-temperature metal liquid was poured into the mold, orange flames danced in the mold, and the flowing metal liquid gradually cooled down in the mold. From a distance, the light was not dazzling but surprising. soft.

Zhuxiong quietly came behind the blacksmith shop owner 'Lao Luo', and waited quietly. He watched the metal in the mold gradually take shape, and began to look forward to it in his heart.

The rest of the people looked at the various metal farming tools used in farming on the shelves of the blacksmith shop, or simple self-defense weapons, which aroused their strong interest.

"Lao Luo, long time no see, the metal ore shouldn't look like iron ore!"

Seeing Lao Luo of the blacksmith shop finish the work in hand, Zhuxiong spoke up and asked.

"Does this sound sound familiar?"

Lao Luo turned his head and saw Zhu Xiong at this moment.

A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he pulled Takeo excitedly to admire the rare ore he had just obtained.

"The boy recently collected some good things, just for you to see them, feast your eyes!"

Speaking of which, Lao Luo pointed to the half-cooled mold and said: "This is black gold ore, the color is extremely high, black and shiny, and I am trying to make a hammer to see how strong it is."

"Isn't the hammer too wasteful!"

Zhuxiong said with a slight frown, seeing that the size of the mold was the shape of a small hammer, but Lao Luo was not surprised by Zhuxiong's words.

"This is for you. The previous hammers have been damaged, so I specially made one for you. I wanted to give it to you when you came back. I didn't expect you to come back today!"

Lao Luo's tone was a little calm, but Zhuxiong was secretly grateful when he heard it. He just came here to do some odd jobs, and he didn't expect the boss to be so considerate of the employees.

"Excuse me, are these iron objects made by hand?"

Kawasumi Mai picked up a 'double-headed pickaxe' with a somewhat weird shape and said with great interest.

She weighed the weight of this 'double-headed pickaxe' and waved it symbolically, but compared to her own bamboo knife, these heavy iron tools are more clumsy.

"Well! Takeo, these are your friends, haven't you told them about your work here?"

The owner of the blacksmith shop turned to look at Takeo, but at this moment, Takeo was concentrating on taking out the model he had just cooled down, and putting it back into the furnace for heating.

"Takeo, what are you doing?"

Lao Luo said a little puzzled, but he didn't mean to stop him. After all, apart from being older, he was really nothing compared to the boy in front of him based on his forging skills.

"Lao Luo, in fact, these materials can be used to make a sledgehammer, like eighty-one hammers!"

Lao Luo: "..."