Drinking Jinpaiqu wine and feeling the familiar smell of alcohol that had not been felt for a while, letting the spicy wine come down from the throat and enter the belly with a heat. Jin Ling burped beautifully.

It seems like a different life.

Unfortunately, the cash was only enough to buy a pot of wine. After drinking the pot of wine, he didn't feel at all happy, so he greeted the guy: "My second brother, I don't have enough money now. Can I get three more jars of such wine on credit?"

Hearing him say this, the guy shook his head repeatedly: "Please forgive me, please forgive me, first of all, you are a raw face and not an old customer, secondly, this wine is expensive and you can't pay any credit."

Jin Ling expressed his understanding, so he had to take the unfinished wine to sweep away the side dishes on the table and check out and leave. At this time, when he weighed the money, it was not enough to stay in the hotel at night.

Fortunately, he still got two scimitars from the two alien men, so he sold them to the fairy weapon shop, which was enough to deal with the expenses for a while. So he untied the wild camel at the door of the store and led the fairy weapon shop that it passed by when it was passing by.

Shikou Town is also an important transfer station at the southern end of the Tengger Desert. I saw it when I first passed by. There are also inns, taverns, casinos, and so on, as well as fairy shops, grocery shops, etc.

Four people wearing uniform yellow armor came towards him. When they saw Jin Ling, they exchanged glances and stopped them in front.

"We are the guards of the Shikou Town Lord's Mansion. This guy is very handsome, I don't know where he came from?" asked one of the older middle-aged guards. Judging from their expressions, they were quite polite.

"Hello brothers, I came from the Tengger Desert and have always made a living in the desert, and I have no place to live." Jin Ling simply perfunctorily.

"Tengri Desert?" asked a guard, "Brother, have you ever heard of a big event that happened in the north recently, about the Huigu Tower?"

"I heard from passers-by." Jin Ling said, "It was the ancient tower that has been standing for tens of thousands of years. First, there were undead monsters constantly appearing at night, and then immortals from all over the place went to the tower to search for treasures, and then the tower suddenly collapsed."

"I heard that many people died inside." said a guard. "Some of the past few days, some of the relatives and friends of the deceased passed by here. Some dug up the bodies of the deceased and took them home for burial, while others did not even see the bodies."

"That's really miserable. I just heard about it and never went there." Jin Ling said.

"Brother, do you have a way to guide you?" asked a guard.

"I have been wandering outside for many years, but there is no way to attract you." Jin Ling smiled bitterly.

"Forget it." said the middle-aged guard, "There are more people coming from all over the town, and more people who have no signs to attract them. Seeing that this guy looks like a bad guy, he is polite and has a sick face, so there is no need to ask anymore."

So he took people away.

Jin Ling walked forward for a while and finally saw the Shikou Town Immortal Shop that he had passed by before. When he walked to the door, he heard the familiar and pleasant sound of ironwork in the craftsman's room inside.

He opened the curtain and walked in. He saw that there was a guide room inside, and then there were two array rooms on both sides. Going inside was the craftsman's room.

A middle-aged thin shopkeeper was settled. When he saw a guest entering, he hurriedly greeted him with great sincerity.

"What do you need to see for this guest?"

"Is there a fine iron sword?" Jin Ling asked.

The skinny shopkeeper's face was filled with smiles, "Customer, most of the immortal soldiers in my store are made according to the customs of the locals. They are mainly long swords and scimitars, as well as iron hammers, sting hammers, etc. As for this sword, the locals rarely use it..."

He didn't continue to say that, Jin Ling had already glanced around. Sure enough, there were many scimitars of various types, but there was not a single sword. I think it was really caused by local practice.

"This is very difficult. I am used to using swords." He said.

"Or what if I ask the craftsman to make a craftsman?" said the Skinny Shopkeeper carefully, "It just takes some time and you have to add more money."

"It doesn't matter." Jin Ling's heart suddenly moved, "You have the craftsmanship here now, why don't I make one myself?"

"Customers can also cast swords?" asked the thin shopkeeper.

"It's better to smelter one." Jin Ling said with a smile. In Jinyuan Craftsman Hall, the musket components he refined were extremely solid and exquisite. Compared with the Northern Jin Kingdom, even the craftsmen of great powers did not give in.

"Since the customer is willing to do it himself, the shop can be considered cheaper for you. Apart from the raw material cost of fine iron, it is only a small loss fee." The thin old cabinet is actually quite fresh. It is rare for customers who have to refine weapons for themselves. I wonder if this young man who looks yellow-sick really has this ability.

"I don't know how heavy the iron sword the guest needs to use?" asked the shopkeeper.

"It's enough to weigh forty-six kilograms." Jin Ling said, illuminating the two scimitars that were obtained from the robbery. "The net weight of the fine iron on these two knives is more than fifty kilograms. Except for the fine iron that refines the sword, the other materials belong to your store."

The shopkeeper weighed it. The total weight of the two knives was 54 kilograms. When melting the sheath shanks and other places, the fine iron was roughly more than 52 kilograms. If the remaining iron material belonged to him, it would be considered a profit. So he immediately agreed and led Jin Ling to the sword-casting room in the back hall to explain the situation to the two sword-casting masters inside, the old and young.

When he heard that the young man wanted to make his own sword, the two sword-casting masters used to think it was just a joke. However, when he saw the young man familiarized himself with the scimitar, clamped it with fire torches, and burned it red in the fire. Then he raised the hammer and continued to hit and fuse it. His technique was extremely skillful, and he realized that he had encountered a casting master.

After weighing the weight and cutting off the excess, Jin Ling began to smash the sword body with all his strength. For a moment, sparks flew everywhere in the craftsman's room.

Continuously molding, quenching, and shaping until one and a half hours later, the sword body is formed, and its appearance is no different from that of ordinary fine iron swords. In some subtleties, this young man shows more skills.

After grinding the blade, I continued to do the rest of my work, made the hilt, scabbard, etc., and a very ordinary-looking fine iron sword was completed.

After Jin Ling took the sword, he found a Jing Tiedun to test his hand. After one sword, the Jing Tiedun was instantly cut into two halves. The sharpness and solidity of the sword immediately made the shopkeeper and the old and young craftsmen stunned.

Jin Ling was quite satisfied with his work, so he wanted to say goodbye and said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, according to what he said before, the extra kilograms of fine iron scraps belong to you. I'll take this sword away."

"Young man, wait." The shopkeeper stopped him.

"Shopkeeper, is it that the iron scraps are not enough? Do you have to add more money?" Jin Ling was wary. He was in his bag, but there was really not much money now.
Chapter completed!