The Magical Blacksmith

The Cold Yin Jue Meridian is one of the countless cultivation physiques. Because it is more effective to practice with half the effort, it can easily be mistaken for the Xuanbing Divine Vein. Unfortunately, monks with Han Yin Jue Vein will suffer from the onset of cold poison at the age of twenty. The internal organs freeze and die.

Zhang Ye said anxiously: Is there any way to save my life?

The reason why it is called terminal pulse is that it is an incurable disease. Ahua sighed, but he seemed to remember something, However, there is a declining demonic sect...

In the Lingtai Sect, the sect leader Su Jin was sitting in the hall, and the disciples announced: I am reporting to the sect leader that the demon sect's envoy is asking for an audience. This is a greeting.

Su Jin glanced at the greeting card: Xuan.

Not long after, two evil-looking old women entered the hall. Both of them were Yuan Ying ancestors. The moment they saw Su Jin, they were a little stunned. The master of a sect was so young? However, the two of them did not dare to make any unnecessary moves, and immediately bowed and said, Juniors Xuanyou and Xuanming have met the master of Lingtai Sect.

Through the invitation, Su Jin knew the identity of these two people. They were the elders of the Demonic Cult in the Western Regions. He nodded: No courtesy.

Thank you, Sect Master. The two old women stood up, looked at each other, and said impatiently, Sect Master, where is the disciple with the Cold Yin Jue Vein?

It could be heard that these two old women were particularly excited.

As for why this person from the Demon Sect came to the Lingtai Sect in the Eastern Region, we have to start with the last time the Great Elder used the Soul Gathering Flag to summon souls. That was the first time Su Jin met Han Ling'er, and she discovered that Han Ling'er had Han Yin Jue Meridian. She remembered it in her heart and paid attention to the method of treatment.

Later, it was discovered that there was a failed demonic sect in the Western Region. The founder of the sect was also Hanyin Juemai. It must be that this demonic sect had a way to restrain Hanyinjuemai, so Su Jin sent a letter to the demonic sect.

Then tell me first, whether it is really possible to cure Hanyin Juemui? Su Jin's voice was serious. If these two people dared to lie even half a word, she would attack them without mercy.

Xuanyou and Xuanming looked at each other and said solemnly: This involves some secrets of our sect and I don't want to say more, but the two of us are willing to swear a great oath to the demons in our hearts. As long as we have Han Yin's Juemei, we can definitely save him.

Su Jin saw that the two of them didn't seem to be fooling around, so he ordered: Come here, bring Han Wushuang and his daughter over.

Not long after, Han Wushuang and his daughter entered the main hall with doubts. The two elders of the Xuan family took notice of Han Ling'er at a glance and couldn't help but nod.

Han Wushuang bowed to Su Jin first: Sect Master, I don't know if I have summoned my father and daughter to come here. What are your instructions?

Wushuang, did you know that Han Ling'er has the cold yin pulse! Su Jin said directly without beating around the bush.

As if being hit hard, Han Wushuang looked at Han Ling'er and said in disbelief: Isn't it the Xuanbing Divine Vein?

At this time, the two elders of the Xuan family stood up and said, This woman has the Han Yin Jue Vein, not the Xuan Bing Divine Vein.

Han Wushuang was extremely sad and angry: Who are you?

The Demon Sect of the Western Regions, Xuanyou and Xuanming. The two elders of the Xuan family simply introduced themselves.

The Western Region was too far away from the Eastern Region. Han Wushuang had never heard of this so-called Demon Cult. He drew his sword angrily and said, How dare you, someone from the Demonic Path dares to come to my Eastern Region to run wild?

Since ancient times, there has been no coexistence between good and evil. The Eastern Region prides itself on being righteous and is naturally hostile to the Demonic Way of the Western Region. Even though the two elders of the Xuan family are the ancestors of Yuanying, Han Wushuang is so angry that he has no fear.

Wushuang, stop! Su Jin scolded, The two elders of the Xuan family are here to help treat Hanyin Juemei.

Han Wushuang was startled, sheathing his sword doubtfully: Seriously?

Han Ling'er has read a lot of books and heard that she has cold yin and severe pulses, so she feels that she will definitely die. But from what the sect leader said, there seems to be a turn for the better?

Xuanyou Xuanming didn't explain too much, but came to Han Ling'er: Your name is Ling'er, right? Can you let me check your pulse?

Okay. Han Ling'er was a little scared, but still stretched out her wrist.

Xuanyou and Xuanming each held one of Han Ling'er's wrists, felt it carefully, and praised it profusely: Good, very good!

Han Wushuang felt that his daughter was terminally ill and was devastated, but the two demonic old women actually agreed that if Su Jin hadn't been present, Han Wushuang would have drawn his sword long ago.

Can it be treated? Su Jin added, Remuneration is not an issue.

Report to the sect master, it can be cured. Xuanyou Xuanming looked at each other and clasped his fists, However, we need the reward, but I'm afraid your sect won't give it up.

Han Wushuang felt a little better after hearing that treatment could be given, but the second elder of the Xuan family looked like a lion with his mouth open, and he felt angry again.

Oh? Tell me. Su Jin was neither sad nor happy. He had made up his mind and would not be stingy as long as he could get something.

The two elders of the Xuan family said: The treatment of Hanyin Juemei involves some secrets of our sect, so the reward we want is for Han Ling'er to join our demon sect!

Han Wushuang angrily scolded: Affiliate with the Demon Cult? What a beautiful thought. Even if my daughter dies, she is still a member of the righteous path. How can I collude with you and others!

Han Wushuang is an extremely pedantic person. Su Jin didn't want to say anything more, but just looked at Han Linger: I have no objection, what do you think?

Han Ling'er didn't want to offend her father, and she didn't want to abandon the Lingtai Sect, so she was about to refuse when the two elders of the Xuan family suddenly said: Miss Ling'er, the devil's path and the right path are all three thousand avenues, with different paths leading to the same destination. There is no difference. It's just the prejudice of the world.

Besides, if you join my demon sect, I can guarantee that not only will your Han Yin Jue Meridian be cured, but your cultivation will also improve by leaps and bounds!

When Han Ling'er heard that her cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, she was a little moved: Seriously? She was left far behind by Zhang Ye and felt extremely inferior. If you can survive and improve your cultivation, why not?

Ling'er, don't pay attention to these evil heretics. Dad will find a way to cure your Hanyin Juemei! Han Wushuang was angry and prepared to take Han Ling'er away.

If you don't believe it, we are willing to swear an oath of inner demons! The two elders of the Xuan family stopped Han Ling'er and promised.

Han Wushuang saw that his daughter was moved and was about to curse a few words when Su Jin scolded: Han Wushuang, Han Yin Juemui will definitely die. This is your daughter's only chance. Do you want to force her to death?

Although Han Wushuang was pedantic, when he heard Su Jin's words, he thought that his wife and disciples had passed away. If his daughter also died, what would be the point of living?

Han Wushuang felt sad and relaxed: Ling'er, you make your own choice, dad won't blame you.

Han Ling'er hummed. She didn't want to pursue her own happiness and live her own life. As long as Han Wushuang didn't object, she had no reason to refuse, so she immediately agreed: I am willing.

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Early the next morning, Zhang Ye was very anxious and prepared to go to Lingtai Sect to find Han Ling'er. Although he was helpless against Han Yin Juemai, he just wanted to see her.

But just as he was about to go out, Han Ling'er stood at the door of the blacksmith shop with a smile: Zhang Ye.

Ling'er, you came just in time. I have something to tell you. Zhang Ye was about to pull Han Ling'er into the shop, but two old women suddenly stepped forward and stopped Zhang Ye.

Is this? Zhang Ye frowned, looking for trouble?

Han Ling'er quickly explained: This is the two seniors of the Western Region Demon Sect, Xuan You and Xuan Ming. They came to pick me up.

Pick you up? Where are you going? Zhang Ye was confused.

I have cold yin and severe pulse, and they took me to the Western Region for treatment. Han Ling'er was calm.

Zhang Ye was stunned. Did Han Linger know his problem? Thinking that this Demonic Sect of the Western Regions is the failed demonic sect that Ahua mentioned, and that its founder was Hanyin Juemai, Han Ling'er was very likely to be cured.

At this moment, the two elders of the Xuan family urged: Ling'er, it's time to go.

Ling'er, how long will it take for you to come back? Zhang Ye was afraid of leaving and not being able to see each other again, and was a little reluctant to leave.

She's not coming back. From now on, she will be a member of our demon sect. If it weren't for Han Ling'er's sake, the two elders of the Xuan family would not even bother to talk to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye felt as if a piece of his heart had been taken away, and he was stunned on the spot. Han Ling'er said quickly: Zhang Ye, after I cure the disease, I will definitely come back to you.

The Eastern Region and the Western Region are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, and the road is so dangerous that even a Nascent Soul master would take several months to reach them.

Zhang Ye only regarded Han Ling'er's words as comfort. No wonder Han Ling'er wanted to resign. It turned out that he was going to travel far away.

I'll give you a gift. Zhang Ye felt heavy and picked up the bone knife.

Fuck Zhang Ye, are you serious! Ahua trembled in fright and hurriedly spoke out.

Zhang Ye subconsciously wanted to give the best thing to Han Ling'er, but he forgot that he had promised Ahua to forge it into a Taoist weapon, so he gave up the idea.

However, Zhang Ye felt that he couldn't get rid of other things.

No need, the sword you gave me is enough. Han Ling'er tenderly held the sword hanging at her waist.

Zhang Ye slapped his forehead: Lend me a loan!

Zhang Ye took the red sword and started forging it regardless of Han Ling'er's consent.

Xuanyou Xuanming was very impatient. It was just a high-grade magic weapon. Why should it be so serious?

Not long after, Zhang Ye handed the sword that had been refined into a top-grade magic weapon back to Han Ling'er: I was thinking about helping you refine it into a top-grade magic weapon a few days ago, but I forgot about it when I was busy.

Han Ling'er's eyes were filled with tears, but she smiled sweetly: Thank you, boss.

Xuanyou and Xuanming looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes. How could this little blacksmith shop owner be able to forge top-quality magical weapons? He couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yegao.

My little friend, it's getting late. We will take good care of Han Ling'er. The two elders of the Xuan family have lived for thousands of years. How could they not see that they were lovers? Although they couldn't bear to break up, Han Ling'er's cold Yin Juemai could always be It may happen, but you can't delay it. You must go back to the Demon Cult for treatment immediately. However, because of Zhang Ye's superb craftsmanship, the tone of the two was somewhat respectful.

Seniors, wait a moment. Zhang Ye seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he couldn't say them out. He just said, By the way, Ling'er, this sword also has a sword technique, I will teach you.

Although they admired Zhang Ye's craftsmanship, Zhang Ye kept going on and on. The two elders of the Xuan family were still a little displeased: No need, my demon sect's skills have been inherited from ancient times, and they have everything you need.

But Zhang Ye ignored it and pulled out the local sword. The sword moves were gentle, like a sword dance. His voice was desolate: Look at the falling flowers and flowing water with a smile, and listen carefully to the past and present. How many worldly lovers have been together through thick and thin!

Zhang Ye stabbed the sky with his sword, and suddenly the clouds rose and the clouds became bright and red. It was so beautiful.

Zhang Ye stood with his sword behind his back: This is the swordsmanship of the mortal world. May you travel to the end of the world and smile as warm as spring!