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Fang Lin stared blankly at the big hammer in his hand, unable to recover for a long time.

Min Fan asked, "Are you okay?"

Fang Lin shook his head in a daze, then looked at them suspiciously, and asked, "Are you inscribers?"

Xiaohong pointed to Ji Lang and said, "Only he is."

Ji Lang nodded slightly.

"What level is your inscription?"

"Level two."

"How is it possible?" Can a second-level inscriptionist discover the mistakes in a third-level inscription?Fang Lin's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief.

Ji Lang just smiled and said nothing.

Fang Lin scratched his head, for the time being, he believed that he was a second-level inscription master, and also believed that he had real skills.

He said regretfully: "It was a waste of my good hammer. I originally planned to sell it in the college's trading market after I used it today."

Fang Lin was born in an ordinary farming family. A few years ago, his hometown was hit by a famine. He was separated from his family during the escape and has been living a begging life.Until one day, when he was digging wild vegetables in the mountains, he accidentally got the inheritance of a craftsman, which changed the trajectory of his life.

Although Fang Lin is not short of food and clothing now, he is afraid of poverty and always wants to save more money.He often refines weapons day and night. Others always think that he is doing it to improve his strength, but in fact he is just doing it to make money.

Ji Lang said: "I can change it for you, but what I changed out is a second-level inscription." He was looking for cooperation with a craftsman, and he met such a person.

Fang Lin was pleasantly surprised, but also suspicious.A fourth-level inscription master may not be able to modify a third-level inscription, let alone a second-level inscription master?

"You try it." He thought to himself, a dead horse is a living horse doctor.

Therefore, Ji Lang directly prepared the inscription liquid on the street, and used the second-level inscription pen to modify the third-level inscription on the hammer.

Although Fang Lin didn't understand the inscriptions, his techniques had something in common. He could see that Ji Lang's inscriptions had a solid foundation.

There are more and more onlookers, including ordinary people and monks. It is rare for everyone to see warlocks displaying spells on the street.

Ji Lang closed his pen, and said to Fang Lin indifferently, "It's done."

Fang Lin hesitated for a while with the hammer, then silently and lightly hit the small stool just now.The inscription was running, the golden light suddenly appeared, the small stool was smashed into powder instantly, and a big hole was smashed into the ground.

Fang Lin looked at Ji Lang in disbelief, and said, "Your second-level inscription is as effective as the third-level inscription."

The onlookers were also stunned, and some even asked Ji Lang to write an inscription for them on the spot.

This is exactly one of the effects Ji Lang wanted, and it is also the reason why he displayed the inscription on the street.

Fang Lin looked at the storage ring on his hand, and asked with a painful face: "Well, how much is it to modify the inscription?"

Ji Lang had a panoramic view of his expression, saw the image of a life-like miser, he couldn't help but paused, hesitating whether to continue looking for a refiner who could cooperate.

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over from the crowd and asked, "Is this hammer for sale?"

Suddenly, Fang Lin's eyes lit up, and the word "sell" was about to blurt out. Remembering that the inscription had not yet been decided, he couldn't help hesitating for a moment, and then said to Ji Lang: "We sell the hammer for four or six cents, you Six and four, how about it?"

Ji Lang looked at him in astonishment, and thought to himself, maybe he can try to cooperate with him, "Half and half points are enough."

Fang Lin sold the fourth-level hammer for 600 yuan for a middle-grade spirit stone, and gave Ji Lang 800 yuan.

Fang Lin scratched his head in confusion, hesitated for a while, and said apologetically, "Most of the people in the Inscription Branch would pay [-] to [-] percent, and there was a senior who could draw top-grade inscriptions who would pay [-] percent. I think your inscription The quality should be top-notch.”

Good inscriptions can increase the value of utensils several times or even more. Even if you get [-]%, it will cost you more than without inscriptions.

Xiaohong snorted, and said to Min Fan in a low voice: "The quality of Ji Lang's inscriptions is either top-grade or top-grade."

Hearing this, Fang Lin's eyes on Ji Lang changed, and he said, "Brother, with your inscriptions, you will definitely be able to enter the school smoothly, and then we will cooperate again."

Ji Lang said: "We can start the cooperation now, and it will be [-]-[-]." As the first partner, Ji Lang is willing to make a concession.What's more, being able to cooperate with an excellent refiner for a long time is equivalent to having a high-quality and stable supply of goods, and he doesn't think he is at a disadvantage.

Through the hammer, Ji Lang recognized Fang Lin's skill in refining weapons, and Fang Lin also recognized Ji Lang's inscription.

When Fang Lin heard that Ji Lang said that the future cooperation would still be [-]/[-], he was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Okay, you will be my brother from now on!"

The corners of Ji Lang's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he gave two embarrassing smiles.

The four of them came to the small courtyard they had just rented together.

Both Ji Lang and Fang Lin wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and first finalized the business deal, and the two formally signed the contract.

Fang Lin took out an empty storage ring from his storage ring, and while putting the uninscribed utensils in the ring into it, he said to Ji Lang: "I think your ring is a bit small. Although the ring is a third-level ring, it has enough space, so I will give it to you. I refined these utensils without inscriptions, and you can draw inscriptions as you like, and then we will sell them."

Ji Lang took the ring and glanced at the size of the space and the contents inside, and said, "This ring, use my inscription share to deduct." He just needed to change to a storage ring with a larger space, but he didn't want to let Fang Lin gave it away for nothing.

"No need, just treat it as a meeting gift for new friends. Besides, your inscriptions are of such good quality, I'll share them [-]-[-] with me, and I'll make a lot of money." The iron cock is like Fang Lin, he knows where to be generous and where to be stingy .

Hearing this, Ji Lang nodded and accepted it with peace of mind.

Xiaohong ran over and said, "Brother Fan and I just went to buy rice and vegetables. Brother Fan said, please stay and have a meal with Brother Fan Lin."

Immediately, Fang Lin's eyes lit up, and it was a good thing to have something to eat.

He pretended to be embarrassed and said: "This is too polite, let's not eat."

"Okay, I'll ask Brother Fan to cook less meals for one person." After saying that, Xiaohong ran back to the kitchen.

Suddenly, Fang Lin's face turned pale for a moment, then dark for a moment.

Ji Lang held back his smile and said, "It's almost dinner time, let's go after dinner, Min Fan will definitely do your share."

Fang Lin scratched his head foolishly, this time he was really embarrassed.

"I'm still going to find those swindling bastards."

"After finding them, if they don't admit it, what are you going to do?"

Fang Lin raised his eyebrows, "Then beat them until they admit it."

Ji Lang shook his head lightly, "Not right."

"Then what do you say?"

"Min Fan and I met two dental shops claiming to be related to both the Artifact Refiner's Association and the Pingzhen Academy. One was the Shuangxing Dental Shop that introduced us to rent this yard, and the other was the Wufu Dental Shop. I think the two Jiaya’s business is not small, it’s not like a charlatan. What’s more, the Artisan Association and Pingzhen Academy are not easy to mess with. They dare to say that, maybe they really have something to rely on.”

Hearing this, Fang Lin calmed down a bit, "You mean, someone from the Artifact Refiner's Association colluded with our academy?"

"To be verified."

"Okay, let me check first."

In the kitchen, Xiaohong talked non-stop around Min Fan, talking about all kinds of delicacies eaten on the street today, and said that she was hungry.

Min Fan chuckled, and said, "The tofu curds you brought back in the package, you should eat some to fill your stomach first, and the meal will be ready in a while."

"Yeah." Xiao Hong was sitting in front of the stove with tofu curd, watching the fire in the stove while eating.

Feng Guanqing walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of rice and a basket of vegetables, "You are cooking too."

Min Fan vacated the stove, straightened everything up quickly, and said, "Brother Feng, you can use this."

Feng Guanqing froze for a moment, a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes, which was fleeting.He washed the rice and cooked it first, and then went to the well in the yard to fetch water and wash vegetables.

Xiaohong quietly said to Min Fan: "He must have hoped that you asked him to have dinner with him just now."

"Don't talk nonsense." Min Fan reprimanded him in a low voice.

Xiaohong curled her lips and ate all the bean curd in the bowl in two or three strokes.

After the food was served, Ji Lang and Fang Lin finished their conversation and ate with clean hands.

Halfway through the meal, Fang Lin suddenly said with emotion: "Ji Lang, you are still a cow, and you are studying with your wife and younger brother."

Ji Lang almost choked to death on a mouthful of rice, and blushed, "You misunderstood, Min Fan and I are friends, and he also came to study."

"Really?" Fang Lin looked at Min Fan with wide eyes.

Min Fan blushed unconsciously, "We are friends."

"Great." Fang Lin said, "Min Fan, do you want to consider becoming a Taoist companion with me? I am a fourth-level craftsman, young and promising."

Min Fan couldn't help being stunned, and looked at Ji Lang subconsciously, only to see that Ji Lang had recovered his normal color, eating his meal calmly, as if he had never heard of it.

Fang Lin said again: "You can think about it slowly, I will come back tomorrow."

Min Fan pursed his lips, and asked slowly after a long time: "We just met today, why are you..."

Fang Lin smiled brightly, and said: "You have a high level of cultivation, you cook delicious food, and you are also humble and gentle. You are simply my ideal candidate for a Taoist partner."

Min Fan blinked his eyes in a daze, then smiled slightly and said, "There seem to be many people like this."

Xiaohong put down her chopsticks, and said to Fang Lin angrily, "That's right, there are many people with higher cultivation than you!"

After all, Xiaohong looked at Ji Lang with hatred.Although Ji Lang is incompetent, he is the one who makes a bond with him.

His brother Fan has the aura of the former master, and there is also his old friend Wu Yun who is recuperating in the sea of ​​consciousness.If Brother Fan was abducted by others, wouldn't it mean that he would not be able to see Brother Fan and Wu Yun often.

Thinking of this, Xiaohong felt that she was going to break her heart for this incompetent master.

Fang Lin was instinctively afraid of Xiao Hong, but after being scolded by Xiao Hong, he subconsciously chose to keep silent, and obediently continued to eat.

At this time, Ji Lang seemed to be eating his meal with the old god, but actually fell into a daze and self-doubt.