Mortals ask the immortals

Tianxu Ping is located in the upper half of Qingxu Mountain, above Feiyun Duan. It is the important place of the Shinto Sect and the sect's meeting hall.

At this moment, on a secluded path in Tianxuping, a young man was slowly walking towards the small courtyard at the end of the path ahead.

As soon as I walked to the door of the small courtyard, I heard a roar coming from the courtyard: "You little bastard, I just want you to go to the Zongmen store to get something. Why have you been there for so long!"

"Get me here quickly!"

The young man curled his lips indifferently, as if he was a dead pig not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He scolded and walked into the small courtyard: "I know what's the use of tinkering with your scraps of metal all day long!"

"Alchemy is the right way in the world. I have a lot to do! You bad old man, can you stop asking me to run errands for you!"

"You fart, alchemy is just a ball. It's just a child playing with clay balls. It's worthy of comparison with weapon refining!"

"You just farted. I think you are a stinky blacksmith and rude!"

"Okay, you little brat, your wings are stiff, aren't you? I have to teach you a lesson today!"

"Just give it, I'm afraid you won't be able to be a master!"

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Just when there was a lot of noise in the courtyard, a voice suddenly sounded at the door of the courtyard.

"May I ask where He Chang is and where my uncle is?"

The young man and an old man with a black beard in the courtyard all looked towards the entrance of the courtyard upon hearing the sound.

I saw a handsome young man in Tsing Yi standing at the door with a smile on his face, looking at the two of them.

The person who came was none other than Duan Qing.

When the young man saw Duan Qing, he was a little surprised and said, "Hey, it's you, senior brother!"

Duan Qing was also a little surprised: "Junior Brother He, we meet again."

The young man was He Qicu whom he had just met in Wanfa Tower not long ago.

The old man with a black beard glanced back and forth at the two of them suspiciously, and asked doubtfully: "Do you know each other?"

"Just now, I went to Wanfa Tower and happened to meet this senior brother." He Qizhu explained.

"I was just wondering why you were gone for so long. It turns out you went to Wanfa Tower to fish again!" He Changzai glared at He Qiju.

"What are you doing? What can you do?" He Qizhu said nonchalantly.

"you……!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Duan Qing couldn't help but interject: "Dare I ask, senior, who is Master He?"

The black-bearded old man withdrew his gaze from He Qizhu and looked at Duan Qing: "I am He Changzai. Who are you and why are you looking for me?"

Duan Qing's expression suddenly became solemn when he heard this. He bowed to He Changzai and said, "Junior Qingfengjian Duan Qing has met Master He!"

Upon hearing Qingfengjian, He Changzai immediately reacted: "Oh, you are the disciple of Junior Sister Mu, right?"

Duan Qing nodded: "Exactly, my master has always been full of praise for Master He's skill in weapon refining...!"

Before Duan Qing finished speaking, He Changzai interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Young man, don't talk so much. Junior Sister Mu just summoned you and informed you of the purpose of your visit."

"But I have something to say first. Although you are a disciple of Junior Sister Mu, it is not that easy to learn weapon refining from me!"

"Master Uncle He, please speak clearly!" Duan Qing said respectfully.

He Changzai didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Please do some errands for me for two years, and see your attitude before we talk about anything else."

"Bah, old man, you are clearly trying to embarrass Senior Brother Duan!"

Before Duan Qing could speak, He Qizhu subconsciously cursed first.

Although he said this, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Now He Chang basically calls him when running errands. If Duan Qing is willing to agree, then he won't have to run errands all the time!

He Changzai glared at He Qizhu fiercely: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"

He Qizhu smiled sadly and said nothing more.

Seeing this, He Changzai withdrew his gaze proudly and looked at Duan Qing: "How about it, can you agree?"

Duan Qing frowned: "This junior has limited time to learn to refine weapons. Can Master He change the terms?"

He learned to refine weapons in order to refine a handy flying sword before the Broken Star Palace opened.

How could he afford to waste two years?

You must know that it has only been more than two years since he became a disciple of Makuyu Sect.

With these two years, he might as well delve into refining weapons by himself.

Hearing Duan Qing's reluctance, He Changzai snorted coldly: "Humph, since you don't want to, go back and tell Junior Sister Mu to hire someone else."

Muyu is certainly one of the three law enforcement elders of the Shinto Sect, and his status is second only to the sect leader Yang Xuanyi.

But He Changzai is one of the only two masters of weapon refining in the Shendao Sect. He has a transcendent status and is naturally capable of arrogance.

Even if he doesn't give Muyu this face, Muyu can't do anything to him.

Duan Qing's brows furrowed even more tightly: "Junior's time is really limited, I'm really helpless, please forgive me, Master He!"

"As long as it can be completed in a short period of time, I will give it a try no matter what Master He asks!"

Any conditions!

He Changzai was a little surprised and looked Duan Qing up and down: "Young man's cultivation is not high, but his tone is not bad. What confidence do you have to dare to speak such wild words?"

Duan Qing said without being humble or arrogant: "This junior is one of the participants in this Immortal Dragon Conference."

As soon as Duan Qing said these words, He Chang was even more surprised in his heart and couldn't help but ask: "I heard about this Immortal Dragon Conference. There is a junior in our sect who was temporarily borrowed by Mengzhuang. Is that you?"

Duan Qing nodded: "You are just a junior."

After getting Duan Qing's affirmation, He Changzai immediately laughed awkwardly: "Hehe, how about this, if you can get Meng Zhuang's true spirit blood or some body scales for me, I will teach you how to refine weapons, how about it?"

Duan Qing smiled bitterly: "Uncle He, please don't embarrass me. Senior Meng is so rare that I don't know where to start looking for him!"

He Changzai was quite disappointed and cursed: "This is not okay, that is not okay, I don't think you really want to learn to refine weapons!"

After that, He Changzai glanced at He Qiliao next to him: "Just like this kid, he only knows how to be ambitious all day long and does not do his job properly!"

...

He Qiliao looked at his nose and his heart, completely ignoring He Changzai's words, as if he had already gotten used to it.

Duan Qing looked helpless.

It's not that he doesn't want to learn sincerely.

Learning to refine weapons is his top priority at the moment.

But He Changzai's two requests, one conflicted with his plan, and the other was too demanding, so he couldn't agree to either.

He Changzai cursed for a while, but he still felt unsatisfied, and he was getting more and more excited.

Seeing that He Changzai was cursing endlessly, He Qiliao seemed to finally be unable to bear He Changzai's nagging, and couldn't help cursing back: "Old man, are you done yet!"

"No, I'll curse as long as I want, so what if I curse for three days and three nights!" He Changzai blew his beard and glared.

He Qiliao was speechless, and didn't know how to refute for a while.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, old man, haven't you always wanted the waste stone? Ask Brother Duan to get it for you!"