No one can be a dog licker

Chapter 163 Zhou Sheng Feng Pei

Song Baoxia suddenly appeared and shouted anxiously: "Come in with me!" She led Wu Baitian and Lin Yi into the forging yard together.

As they gradually went deeper into the forging yard, the air around them seemed to be heated by an invisible fire. The steaming hot air blew towards them like a veil, making people hold their breath involuntarily.

The stone road under your feet, eroded by time and baked by high temperatures, has been cleverly carved into two narrow and winding ditches, like the blood vessels of the earth, quietly flowing with red, boiling water.

The boiling water surged from time to time, making gurgling sounds.

The doors on both sides are heavy, simple and tightly closed, as if they are portals to another world, quietly guarding their own secrets.

The faint light coming through the crack in the door, mixed with the heat in the air, created a strange and hazy atmosphere.

The tinkling sound of the percussion instruments is like the main melody in a piece of music, with different rhythms and rhymes, sometimes as rapid as a storm, sometimes as melodious as a mountain stream, deafening yet extremely harmonious.

"Is this... forging?" Lin Yi looked around, with curiosity flashing in his eyes, and he whispered to Wu Baitian.

"That's true. Every strike contains the hard work and soul of the blacksmith." Song Baoxia nodded in agreement.

"The creation of every weapon here is the ultimate test of the blacksmith's superb skills. At the same time, it is also a process of profound communication and integration between the blacksmiths and the natural world. What I said may sound a bit fantasy, but it is true."

Song Baoxia brought Wu Bai Tianlin and the other man to the deepest part of the forging yard. It was so quiet there that there was not even the sound of insects.

"Wu Baitian, Teacher Zhou Sheng is very interested in your drawings, but you can't afford the casting materials...

Forget it! You guys should go in first!"

Song Baoxia opened the door for the two of them, and after they stepped into the room, he gently closed the door.

This room was unusually spacious, with a huge furnace standing in the center. A rough man with arms as thick as an average man's waist sat beside the furnace, looking at Wu Baitian and Lin Yi with sharp eyes.

“Who drew the blueprint?”

"Student Wu Baitian."

"Your idea is very creative. The weapon you envision can be cleverly transformed into eight forms: shield, spear, katana, scythe, staff, ninja sword, oriental stick, and knight sword.

If I hadn't seen your drawings with my own eyes, I would have thought that this was just a fantasy. However, your design made all this possible. There is something special about it."

Then Zhou Shengfeng glanced at Lin Yi who was beside Wu Baitian with disdain: "Designed for him?"

Wu Baitian touched the bow with cracks on its back and nodded: "Yes, I use a bow."

"You're also paying for the casting fee?"

Wu Baitian still nodded: "Yes, there are 50,000 points."

Zhou Shengfengpei seemed to understand something. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "I don't think you two are a good match. He is obviously using you."

"Huh?" Wu Baitian was confused when he heard this and found it difficult to digest the news for a while.

"Did he say he would pay you back double in the future? I tell you, you can't! When you are no longer useful, he will run away.

And you can't beat him, and you said you gave the points willingly. My wife can tell me eight stories like this a day."

"..."

Faced with Zhou Shengfengpei's sudden malice, Lin Yi originally planned to say something in response, but suddenly found that his mouth seemed to be sealed by an invisible force, and he could not utter a single word.

"He now says he will listen to you. Ha, how is that possible? I see that your blueprint is so ingeniously designed, it must have taken a lot of time and effort. I advise you to focus all your energy on yourself, which is better than anything else.

My wife said, if you spend money on a man, you will be unlucky for your whole life, but if you feel sorry for a man, you will be unlucky for three lifetimes.”

"Teacher Zhou Sheng, you misunderstood. We are not in that kind of relationship."

"What? You've devoted so much to him, but he didn't even give you a clear identity? You're such a slut!"

"I admit that I have been a bootlicker in the past, but now I am really not a bootlicker..." Wu Baitian suddenly found that she had revealed her true feelings unconsciously. She reacted quickly and bit the tip of her tongue in exchange for a moment of clarity and calmness.

"In fact, my mind is now completely focused on martial arts. Romance will only slow down my archery speed and affect my practice!"

"You are at the early stage of the third rank, and your mental strength has reached this level. That's really good. The guy next to you is already at the middle stage of the fourth rank, and he's still struggling."

Following Zhou Shengfengpei's words, Wu Baitian realized that Lin Yi was standing there motionless with a blank expression.

"He's fine, just an illusion. Come and sit down!"

Wu Baitian looked in the direction of the sound and his eyes were once again focused on the place where Zhou Shengfengpei was originally, but he was surprised to find that there was no one there, as if he had never existed.

She walked slowly and cautiously to the back of the furnace, and suddenly the view in front of her opened up to an antique Luohan bed.

On Nara's bed, the veil danced lightly, and one could vaguely smell a faint fragrance that made people intoxicated.

In this quiet and elegant environment, a young man was leaning leisurely on the edge of the bed. His face was handsome and elegant, with a bit of unruly and gentleness between his eyebrows.

She was looking at Wu Baitian with a smile on her face, and what she was gently shaking in her hand was the design drawing that she had put so much effort into.

Wu Baitian drew out the dagger without hesitation and stabbed his thigh, muttering, "It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion. Lust is like a knife hanging over your head! Every knife..."

Zhou Shengfengpei looked at Wu Baitian who stabbed him so decisively, and a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

"It's not an illusion, I am Zhou Sheng Fengpei!"

Wu Baitian suddenly raised his head and fixed his eyes on the man in front of him.

Her gaze rested on his white arms with clear muscular lines, which were fully exposed by his movements. She swallowed unconsciously, and a look of obsession gradually appeared in her eyes.

"Look at this little arm, it's pretty, but can it really be used to forge weapons? That's a physically demanding job, but it doesn't seem to be that important right now. The arm is so white and smells so good~~"

"I can hear you. I can hear everything you are saying in this room."

Zhou Shengfengpei tapped lightly on the table, which made Wu Baitian look a little clearer.

Wu Baitian smiled awkwardly at Zhou Shengfengpei, not daring to think about anything in his mind: "Teacher Zhou Sheng, let's talk about business."

"Let's talk business? Oh~ For example, am I good-looking?"

"Hehe, it looks great, it looks so great... slap!" Wu Baitian slapped himself mercilessly, without holding back at all, "Teacher, the real thing I'm talking about is this drawing."

Zhou Shengfengpei saw that Wu Baitian's left face was visibly swollen, and couldn't help but sigh that this girl was really cruel to him.

Then he straightened his expression and said, "I can actually forge your design, but the materials needed are far from enough with your points."

"My points and Lin Yi's points added together, minus the 12 points I paid you, still have more than points, which is points worth of materials."

"Yes, that's right. It's not enough." Zhou Shengfengpei nodded. "No matter how carefully I calculate for you, you still need 50 kilograms of mithril, and one kilogram of mithril costs points."