Chapter 30: All Iron Forges Immortal Swords
Tong Zhihuan swallowed hard. To be honest, he was somewhat afraid of this gentleman in his heart.
Seeing his vigilant look, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
It seems that I have brought some psychological shadows to this child.
"Immortal Lord, I, I can..."
Tong Zhihuan had originally intended to say she was leaving, but on second thought, she felt a bit like staying.
I was scared, but the person in front of me was the real immortal Lord.
"Huh?" Chen Changsheng blinked.
Tong Zhihuan chuckled twice and said, "No, nothing..."
Chen Changsheng said, "It's fate that I've met you twice. Coincidentally, Chen Mou is planning to buy something in the shop. Why don't you show me a way?"
"Lead the way?"
"Um."
Tong Zhihuan was somewhat reluctant in his heart, but he didn't dare to refuse the request of the Immortal Lord either. So he walked ahead to lead the way for him.
"Immortal Lord, what would you like to buy?"
"Small items, small items that can hold things, like bamboo tubes and the like. Also, don't call me Lord Immortal. It sounds rather awkward. If you like, just call me Mr. Chen."
"Mr. Chen."
"Um."
Tong Zhihuan took Chen Changsheng to some shops selling small items. However, most of these shops selling items were expensive because many of them were antiques or some well-known items.
"Sir, your taste is really good. This pen basket was used by Zhang Qiwen, a scholar of the previous dynasty..."
Chen Changsheng interrupted the shopkeeper and asked, "What's the price of this pen basket?"
"Five taels of silver."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused for a moment. He did take a fancy to it, but the price was indeed rather high.
He put down the pen basket and said, "Let me have another look."
"Sir, it can be less."
"No need."
Sir, four taels! "Three liang, Sir..."
Chen Changsheng walked out of the door without the slightest hesitation.
Not to mention three taels, he can't even afford one tael of silver now.
Are we going to the next store? Tong Zhihuan asked.
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "The next one."
Tong Zhihuan nodded and continued walking forward.
He visited several places in a row. Chen Changsheng did find a few that caught his eye, but after asking about the prices, he lost his interest.
Expensive, each one more expensive than the last.
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He thought it would be better to make one himself and waste the money.
Tong Zhihuan seemed to have noticed his helplessness and said, "Sir, are you short of money?"
Chen Changsheng didn't hide it either. Instead, he said, "Indeed, I can't even come up with a tael of silver now."
Tong Zhihuan thought for a moment and asked, "Then, do you still want to keep strolling?"
Chen Changsheng sighed and said, "Let's not wander around anymore..."
Just as he was speaking, he suddenly heard a clanging sound.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
Turning his head, Chen Changsheng saw a blacksmith in the blacksmith's shop opposite the door hammering an iron blank with a hammer, with sparks flying everywhere.
Chen Changsheng's eyes lit up and suddenly he had an idea.
Tong Zhihuan followed Chen Changsheng's gaze and asked, "Sir, do you want to find a blacksmith to make one?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said with a smile, "I have another idea. You come with me."
Tong Zhihuan nodded and followed Chen Changsheng to the blacksmith's shop.
A blacksmith can't stop forging iron. When he saw Chen Changsheng, the blacksmith, drenched in sweat, took a moment to say, "Just wait a moment. I'll finish this piece of iron."
"No rush."
It was probably several quarters of an hour later.
The blacksmith threw the iron blank back into the furnace for forging. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and came up to Chen Changsheng.
It was at this moment that he noticed the extraordinary demeanor of the gentleman in front of him.
"Are you going to buy weapons?" The blacksmith asked.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "I'd like you to help me forge a sword."
"Sure."
The blacksmith said, "It depends on what material you want to use. If it's bluestone, five taels of silver can be hammered down."
"Five taels..."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng began to think.
Tong Zhihuan knew that it seemed he was in trouble again. But he was a little puzzled in his heart. Hadn't he wanted to buy something at first? Why was he now going to forge a sword?
Seeing that the gentleman was hesitant, the blacksmith said, "Five taels is still the least. Maybe there will be a little more."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said, "Are there any cheaper ones?"
The blacksmith shook his head, indicating that there was none left.
"All right..."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, then looked at Tong Zhihuan and said, "Could Chen Mou borrow some silver from you?"
"Ah?"
Tong Zhihuan paused for a moment and said, "Sir, I didn't bring much either."
He took out the money bag. All in all, there were only a few small pieces of silver.
Chen Changsheng picked up his hand and weighed it up, saying, "Chen Mou will return it to you when the time comes."
"It's okay, Sir. Just take it and use it."
Tong Zhihuan thought to herself, "How dare I ask this immortal Lord to return it?"
Chen Changsheng mixed the two piles of silver together and looked at the blacksmith, saying, "Chen Mou came out today with less money. The total of these silver pieces is only about one and a half taels. I'll put the silver down with you first. When the time comes, I'll get the sword and give you the rest. What do you think?"
The blacksmith weighed it up and confirmed that it was about one and a half taels.
He hesitated for a moment and said, "That's fine. Logically, I should charge you two taels as compensation, but one and a half taels is also fine. It will take about half a month to forge the sword. Just bring the silver and get it then."
Chen Changsheng heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you very much."
He went on to say, "Besides, I have another request."
You say so.
Chen Changsheng reached out his hand, picked up the root of his hair with it, and with a light movement of his fingertips, about a hundred hairs broke and fell into his hand.
Chen Changsheng said, "Drive this hair into the sword embryo as well."
"Ah?"
The blacksmith was stunned for a moment. "This..." But this hair turns to ashes when exposed to fire. I'm afraid...
"Just go ahead and fight." Chen Changsheng smiled and said.
The blacksmith opened his mouth and said, "I'll have a try."
Although he didn't understand why he had to cut his hair in, he had been blacksmithing for so many years and had encountered many strange people, so his reaction wasn't very strong.
He asked again, "How long is the sword blade?" And the hilt of the sword. What about these?
"Sword body..."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Three feet three."
That probably requires more materials. I'm afraid it will be more expensive.
I'll make it up by myself then.
After receiving the reply, the blacksmith agreed to the matter of forging the sword.
After making the decision, Chen Changsheng led Tong Zhihuan out of the blacksmith's shop.
Walking on the road.
Tong Zhihuan asked, "Why do you want to forge a sword again, Sir?"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Because I happened to be short of a weapon."
Tong Zhihuan blinked her eyes and asked, "Do you still want to buy that item for holding things?"
Isn't it already decided?
"Ah?"
The thing that was packed was Chen Mou's hair.
"Fitting hair?"
"Not bad."
Tong Zhihuan scratched her head, not quite understanding.
Use a sword to hold hair?
So he asked again, "But, Immortal Lord, shouldn't you use the immortal sword?" "Can any iron-cast sword catch your eye?" "
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Who said no iron can be used to forge immortal swords?"
(End of this chapter)