[Online Game] The Art of Headmaster

It is rare for Gu Zhaoci to talk to his younger brother, "I don't know if you will buy it too?"

Brother Gu smiled, "It doesn't look like ordinary products, anyway, there is nowhere to spend money."

Gu Zhaoci sighed. If the two poor ghosts from the Qionghua Sect heard this sentence, they might have a heart attack. Then Gu Zhaoxi said, "You bought this piece of broken iron to give to Song Wenshen?" The smell of aged vinegar hits the face.

I can't praise Gu Zhaoxi for being well-informed. Hanlongjian was a rare soldier who was listed on the system's famous equipment list. He suddenly disappeared from the list, and anyone who pays a little attention can find it.Brother Gu stared at his brother with staring eyes, like a little puppy begging for attention by flicking its tail and belly. Unfortunately, he was born with a violent temper, so he could be regarded as a young Tibetan mastiff at best.

While talking, Yan Linlang and Song Wenshen walked out of the cubicle of the trading house.Yan Linlang was elegant and dignified, walking in front with a dignified demeanor, followed by Song Wenshen who was shivering and trembling.Yan Linlang slapped the folding fan in her hand, her face was full of color. Unexpectedly, the task of the head of the trading house was triggered. The red-faced shopkeeper of the trading house emptied the silver in the backpack of the head of Song and exchanged it for a set that was still available. door set.

"Buy by force and sell by force." Head Song was still in shock, holding an empty money bag in his hands and feeling sad.

Yan Linlang gave him a sideways look, "You're a good boy even if you get it cheap. Your attributes are definitely worth it."

Song Wen deeply touched the head shirt on his body, although the attribute was sharp, it still couldn't conceal the strong uneasiness of the empty wallet.He looked at Gu Zhaoci, and wrapped his hands and feet around him, "Sister Gu, my heart aches for my teacher."

Everyone rolled their eyes at him. It turned out that this old rascal wanted to eat tofu with ulterior motives.This time even Song Wenshen howled to death and no one wanted to talk to him.

Gu Zhaoci patted Song Wenshen in his arms at a loss, and handed him something.

Song Wenshen patted the identification technique on the metal in his hand, and molested the senior disciple as he patted, "Oh, sister Gu, why are you like a little girl, you blush when you hug her."

Burmese steel, a forged metal introduced from Nanmiao.Due to the special smelting process and strong ductility, the weapons produced are extremely soft, and it is an extremely rare material in the Jianghu.Master Song held it in his hand and played with it for a moment, his face beaming with joy, "Give it to me?" Gu Zhaoci's Broken Jade Sword is handy, there is no need to forge a new sword, he squinted his eyes because Gu Mei is caring.

The seller hadn't left yet, seeing how many people hesitated to speak.Recognizing that the young man in white clothes and silver crown in front of him is the head of the Qionghua faction who made a big splash in the martial arts conference, he couldn't help turning his mind.Nowadays, most of the famous masters in the Jianghu are hard to get a relationship with. Although this person in front of him is a rank trash, he is inexplicably friendly with many masters of Huabaimei Gu Zhaoxi.

"If Master Song wants to forge swords, this piece of Burmese steel is most suitable for forging soft swords." A player from Kurong Temple named Yuan Si stepped forward and said, "I have some experience in practicing casting, so I don't know if you can listen to me. This kind of high-grade The success rate of material casting is extremely low, if you want to improve the quality of the finished product, you need at least advanced casting techniques."

"Little monk." Gu Zhaoxi raised her chin and said arrogantly, "Could it be that you want to recommend yourself."

Yuan Si's bald head shook like a rattle, "I'm not talented, I only know middle-level casting. There are probably no more than five people who have mastered advanced casting in the current game."

"Then what do you suggest?"

Yuan Si was silent for a moment, and touched his bald scalp embarrassingly, "Players are not good, and there are NPCs. I think the old man Changjia is good." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Gu Zhaoxi rolling up his sleeves slowly. The gang leader's insanity is not a cover-up. He often looks good on the surface, but turns his face in the next second. The little monk's heart beats wildly and he hastily changed his words, "Although the old man Changcha and the ghost hand are the sword-making masters of the Wulin League and the Demon Sect, The two are both top-quality NPCs that can't be met in the world. The old man Changjia has two lovers, one with a cold face and one with a red tassel. The cold face has been missing for a long time, but the red tassel is in Nanjiang City."

Nanjiang City Changsun's Mansion was originally a famous swordsmith in Jianghu. The head of the family, Sun Yunyang, was the senior task issuer of life skill casting. Few people knew that his beloved wife, Sun Hongli, was actually a disciple of the old man Changjia.Most players only remember that Mrs. Changsun, who is simple and dignified, is very kind. Some players even posted on the forum that as long as they talk to Mrs. Changsun and tell about their love for swordsmithing, they will get a high-grade whetstone from Mrs. Changsun. Many people don’t know this. It is the trigger point of the hidden mission.Yuan Si led a few people to Changsun Mansion on Qinglong Street, "I only found out that Mrs. Changsun is Hongying after I triggered the second ring task, but unfortunately I couldn't solve the second ring." He sighed regretfully.

Song Wenshen and the others walked to the Changsun Mansion. The usually bustling Changsun Mansion was surprisingly quiet. A player rushed out of the door and bumped into the oncoming Song Wenshen in a panic.

"Sorry." The man covered his head and ran away in a panic without raising his head, as if he was avoiding some evil spirit.

"What's going on?" Song Wen was deeply puzzled, and then he smelled a pungent smell. "No!" Kicking open the front door, he froze in place after seeing the scene in the mansion clearly.

Corpses were strewn all over Changsun's mansion, blood intertwined with molten iron in the sword casting furnace, painting a scene of purgatory.Seeing this, Yuan Si clasped his palms together and proclaimed the Buddha's name, twisted the beads in his hands and recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra in a low voice.

Several clan members of the Changsun clan in the mansion, together with dozens of family members, all died. Among them, the Patriarch of the Changsun family died in the most miserable state.Fortunately, the system automatically turned on the visual protection, so the picture didn't look too bloody.Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

"Have you seen Mrs. Changsun?" Song Wen said in a deep voice.

A few people shook their heads, and Yuan Si's eyes lit up, "That means there is still salvation. Changsun Hongli is a high-level NPC and it is not so easy to hang up."

As soon as the words were finished, they saw the Gu brothers both drawing their swords. Everyone couldn't help but sigh for a second. Although their personalities are very different, they are still brothers.A bloody hand slowly stretched out from behind the fallen bookshelf, Danko's painted nails rubbed against the ground making an uncomfortable sound, and a figure slowly appeared in front of several people.

"Mrs. Changsun!" The little monk exclaimed in surprise, and recognized the wriggling figure on the ground as Changsun Hongli, who was usually elegant and generous.

Changsun Hongli's face is pale, her eyes are red, her hair is full of pearls and emeralds, and her hair is messy. The bloody finger marks on her forehead look like a female ghost resurrected.

Yuan Si saw the other person's face clearly, and couldn't help but take a step back, lest Changsun Hongli's sharp long armor would stretch towards him.

"Who are you?"

Everyone looked at each other, Gu Zhaoxi snorted, and kicked someone who was behind his brother out.Song Wenshen was caught off guard by being kicked out of the team, and staggered forward. Fortunately, he learned a good lightness kung fu, braked in time in front of the NPC, and was able to hold Mrs. Changsun's slender wrist.

Head Song put on an affectionate smile, and there was a disturbing sound of inhalation from behind.

... This old pervert can do it like this! ! !

"Ma'am." The head of Song started the business model of fooling around, "Song Wenshen, the head of Xiaqionghua faction."

"Wulin League?" Changsun Hongli held Song Wenshen's life gate with his backhand, "Changsun's family was brutally slaughtered, what are you doing here?"

Song Wenshen felt a tingling pain on his wrist, and a negative status of "Madame Changsun's anger" was added to the character panel.

"I heard that Madam is the famous Hongying baby, and there is a broken sword that I want Madam to remake." Song Wenshen leaned down/body softly and said, "Unexpectedly, the Changsun Mansion suffered misfortune, and I will immediately notify the Martial Arts League to uphold justice for Madam. "In the game, all sects are divided into good and evil, and neutral. The Qionghua sect is still a neutral sect. The head of Song turned over this page lightly, pretending that he is a disciple of the Wulin League with righteousness.

Changsun Hongli opened her eyes wide and carefully looked at his face and muttered to herself, "Qionghua faction Hanlongjian..."

Song Wenshen took out the piece of Burmese steel, "I have found a good material by chance, I just ask my wife to use a wonderful method to recast the broken sword."

Changsun Hongli laughed loudly, "Miao Miao Miao!" He coughed violently again, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his chest heaved violently. "My life is not long, and I won't see the day when the murderer will be punished. If you want to forge a sword, you have to promise me one thing."

"Please speak, ma'am."

Changsun Hongli stood up and held Song Wenshen's neck weakly with one hand. "Find out who killed my whole family, and use the heads on the neck to pay homage to the eldest grandson's family."

"Okay." Song Wenshen smiled slightly, and saw a task pop up on the system panel.

[System: There are serious penalties for failure of this task, please confirm again. ]

Song Wen was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked a few people, "What is the severe punishment for failing a mission in this game?"

Brother Gu watched the plot for a long time, and gave him a very impatient look. "Are you going to pick it up? If you don't pick it up, I'll kill you out of the game right now."

Song Wenshen looked at the retarded expression on his face, and said kindly, "It's time to take the medicine." He clicked OK on the task interface without hesitation, and let him pick it up.

Mrs. Changsun stooped to take the hilt of Hanlong's sword and Burmese steel and walked into the sword casting room. After waiting for a long time for the NPC to come out, they couldn't hold back and rushed into the room.I saw a blazing fire in the room, and there was no one there.There is a sharp sword on the long table, the sword is seven feet long, and the hilt is decorated with a pearl. It is the recast Hanlong sword.

I saw a line of blood writing on the wall, "May the floating clouds be scattered with the wind, and not be a lonely soul in the world."

Yan Linlang hesitated for a moment, then patted Song Wenshen on the shoulder, "Old Song, your sword is a bit heavy, Mrs. Changsun died for love."

Song Wenshen returned with a wry smile and picked up the Hanlong Sword, "I'm panicking."

[Strange Soldiers Hanlong Soft Sword Present]

As soon as the sword was in his hands, he felt that it was extremely light, and the blade was as soft as water.Song Wenshen turned his wrist, the light was clear and clear, like a cloud like a dragon.With a random move of the heart, Tianjiao Shukuang used it smoothly, the soft sword twisted and pierced into the corner of the table at a strange angle, and the crowd retreated in a circle.

Just kidding, Head Song is notoriously poor in accuracy.

"Go out and try the sword." Gu Zhaoci frowned slightly, grabbed Song Wenshen's wrist and walked out.

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