Holy Swordsmith

Chapter 61 Free Labor
Puff, the entry of iron ore sparked a burst of sparks in the furnace.

Ye Shi continued to pull the bellows, it was really troublesome to control the flame by himself without relying on the store system.Fortunately, Ye Shi is also a fifth-rank swordsman in the way of swordsmanship, and his physical strength is more than enough to cope. If he was just an ordinary person in the past, his arms and shoulders would be sore and he would not be able to support him in a short time.

While pulling the bellows, he paid attention to the temperature of the flame in the furnace, and at the same time looked at the condition of the iron ore.At this time, Ye Shi understood why the swordsmith would always accept one or two apprentices. His feelings were not for teaching swordsmithing skills, but for hard work.

"It would be great if someone would come to your door here." Ye Shi sighed, Zhang Yang was the first thing that flashed in his mind, but thinking about Zhang Yang, I'm afraid the temperature of the flame can't be controlled at all, so letting him come would be the opposite Not good.

"Remind the shop owner, there are outsiders in the shop." The shop system gave a reminder at this time.

"Someone is coming, who could it be?" Ye Shi paused, looked at the flame temperature of the stove, it should be fine to persist, first go and see who is coming.

"Hey, open the door quickly, what are you doing closing the door in broad daylight?" There was a pleasant female voice at the door, but it was completely destroyed by the rude knock on the door.

"Huh? Zhang Ling?" Ye Shi recognized who the owner of the voice was, and was speechless for a while. He just refused Zhang Ling's coming. He thought it was a miracle that Zhang Ling didn't refute it. Now it seems that this was the idea.

If it was before, Ye Shi might simply ignore it and put the other party at the door, and the other party would give up after shouting for a while.But now Ye Shi rolled his eyes and had an idea.

Isn't it just that I want to find someone to pull the bellows? Although Zhang Ling is a woman, I heard that her cultivation is in the middle of the second rank of Kendo, which is higher than that of Zhang Yang before.Pulling the bellows is a bit difficult for ordinary people, but it is not difficult for a second-rank swordsman to do it.

Ye Shi is not without the idea of ​​sympathizing with the fragrance and cherishing the jade, but the main reason is Zhang Ling's character, which really makes Ye Shi unable to regard him as Xiangyu.However, Zhang Ling and Zhang Yang had opposite personalities, and it shouldn't be difficult to control the flames. Ye Shi felt sorry for himself if such a free laborer was delivered to his door.

"Welcome, Miss Zhang Ling." Ye Shi opened the door with a sincere smile. If Zhang Yang was here, he would feel extremely familiar.

"Uh, what's your plan?" Zhang Ling immediately took a step back.

Zhang Ling was different from Zhang Yang. In addition, Ye Shi didn't want her to come, but now he changed his face, and he must have some intentions, which made Zhang Ling a little vigilant.

Did she see the wrong person?This Ye Shi is no different from those descendants of aristocratic families?Zhang Ling thought suspiciously, and her praise for Ye Shi immediately dropped to a certain level.

"It's nothing serious, I just want Miss Zhang Ling to help me. For Miss Zhang Ling, it's just a matter of little effort." Ye Shi said with a smile, bending slightly, as if asking for help.

"Really?" Zhang Ling looked at Ye Shi, thinking in her heart whether she should go in, if there were only the two of them left in the shop, would Ye Shi do something wrong.

Seeing Zhang Ling's hesitation, Ye Shi saw that it was time to go back and heat up the flames of the stove, so he couldn't help but said, "If Miss Zhang Ling doesn't want to come in, forget it."

"Who said that, I'll go in." Zhang Ling stared at her immediately. At this time, she already suspected that this was a trick by the other party to scare her back. How could she be able to hide it from her.

Seeing Zhang Ling coming in, Ye Shi closed the door. This scene made Zhang Ling's heart ache. She looked at Ye Shi vigilantly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Uh, I just closed the door. There will be no one in the store later. It would be bad if the sword is stolen." Ye Shi rubbed his nose and rolled his eyes at Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling snorted softly, believing Ye Shi's words, but her right hand was still tightly pressed to the cuff, it seemed that there must be something Zhang Ling relied on inside, so she dared to come in.

Ye Shi took a look at Zhang Ling, saw Zhang Ling's actions, didn't care, turned and walked towards the refining room, and said at the same time: "Come with me."

Zhang Ling frowned, but still followed, and finally saw Ye Shi leading her further and further inside, Zhang Ling moved her right hand again, staring at Ye Shi vigilantly.At this time, a heat wave hit, and Zhang Ling's eyelids moved. Seeing Ye Shi open the door of the training room, she realized that she was brought here.

However, this kind of place is not suitable for girls to come in. The high temperature can cause great damage to the skin.Zhang Ling looked at Ye Shi suspiciously, wondering what Ye Shi brought her here for, maybe he wanted her to watch how he made swords, I heard that some men like to show their good side in front of beautiful women .

However, the reality is cruel. Ye Shi first checked the temperature in the furnace, and saw that the temperature had not dropped too much, and it had little effect on the iron ore.Only then did Ye Shi look at Zhang Ling again, pointed to the handle of the bellows, and said, "Miss Zhang Ling, please help me pull the bellows."

"What!" Zhang Ling stared, looking at Ye Shi in disbelief.

This Ye Shi actually asked her to pull the bellows. Zhang Ling felt that Ye Shi was a bit rude when he entered the sword casting place. Now Zhang Ling knew that she had underestimated him.

To let a petite girl do such a rough job, does Ye Shi still have any thoughts of pity and tenderness? Zhang Ling glared at Ye Shi.

"Uh, in fact, I work alone, and I'm always in a hurry. Now I'm rushing to work again, and I was looking for help. I didn't expect Miss Zhang Ling to come over." Ye Shi explained. Seeing Zhang Ling's dissatisfied look, Ye Shi Shi felt that it was better to say something dead first, so that the other party could not refute, "Well, thank you very much, Ms. Zhang Ling."

Zhang Ling was a little speechless and hammered her forehead with her delicate fist. Originally, when she met Ye Shi, she called her by her first name. Just now, Zhang Ling didn't think it was wrong to call her Miss. Now it seems that this "Miss" is really not easy to be. of.

At the same time, Zhang Ling also noticed that the other party was not joking, but really had such an idea, which made Zhang Ling a little dumbfounded, and also had a strange emotion, as if no one had directed him like this since she was a child. She does things, let alone things like this.

"If possible, Miss Zhang Ling, you can start working." Ye Shi said with a smile.

"Don't call Miss anymore, it's awkward." Zhang Ling glared at Ye Shi, but actually walked to the front of the bellows. Although this was a foul language, Zhang Ling was indeed not a petite girl, but a swordsman. Second rank swordsman.

With Zhang Ling's pull, the flame heated up again, and when Ye Shi came back to look at the iron ore, Zhang Ling also looked at the other party and snorted softly, asking Miss Ben to help raise the fire. Sword, but it is not easy to forget it like this.

(End of this chapter)