The next morning, Wang Changsheng took Wang Qingze out to lingbing Pavilion.
Wang Ruyan warmly received Wang Changsheng and gave him a drawing and two materials.
Wang Changsheng takes Wang Qingze to the backyard. Wang Shuchong has drunk it and is full of wine, but he is still sober. He is supervising several apprentices to refine materials.
"Mr. Wang, this is my nephew Qingze. You can give him some work. I went to the refining room to refine the tools. Qingze, learn from Mr. Wang, you know?"
It''s reasonable to say that it''s not too much for Wang Changsheng to call Wang Shuchong Wang Xiaoyou, but he intends to get closer to Wang Ruyan. Wang Shuchong is Wang Ruyan''s uncle, so it''s also appropriate for Wang Changsheng to call Wang Lao.
"Mr. Wang, you are welcome. Since he is your nephew, I will take good care of him. You are busy!"
Wang Shuchong repeatedly agreed, grabbed a few peanuts with his hand and threw them into his mouth.
Wang Changsheng told Wang Qingze a few words and strode toward the refining room.
After starting the sound insulation array in the room, all the noise disappeared.
He took out the drawing of the smelter and examined it carefully.
What he wants to refine is a low-grade magic weapon, the golden moon sword. Of course, with the refining drawings, if there are enough materials and the refining level is high enough, it''s no problem to refine the high-grade magic weapon.
As soon as he patted the storage bag, the Ziyang stove flew out of the bag, dribbled around, rose in the wind, and fell steadily on the ground.
Wang Changsheng''s ten fingers hit the Ziyang stove with several tricks, and the lid of the stove automatically flew up and slowly fell to the ground.
He threw two fist sized gold ores into the Ziyang furnace, closed the furnace cover and changed the formula.
With a dull sound, a purple flame appeared at the bottom of Ziyang furnace, and the indoor temperature rose slowly.
The time of the day passed quickly.
In the refining room, Wang Changsheng sat on a green Futon with a pale face.
A large purple flame flooded the Ziyang furnace, and the heat wave was rolling.
After a while, Wang Changsheng''s formula was pinched, and a formula was hit on the Ziyang stove.
With a dull sound, the lid flew up, and a large amount of golden liquid flew out of it.
Under the control of Wang Changsheng''s divine sense, the golden liquid twisted and deformed, and slowly condensed into a three foot long golden knife.
Wang Changsheng took out a blue porcelain bottle and threw it forward. A magic formula hit the blue porcelain bottle. A large piece of black liquid flew out of the blue porcelain bottle and wrapped the golden knife.
As soon as the black liquid touched the golden knife, there was a dull sound of "puff" and a burst of white smoke.
White smoke away, a pale gold knife suspended in mid air.
Wang Changsheng moves with one hand. The golden knife flies to him and falls on his hand.
This golden sword is only a model now, not even a spirit weapon. The magic weapons of swords and swords need to be hammered thousands of times to get rid of the impurities in them. Then they are tempered again, forged again, and finally engraved with spirit patterns. Only in this way can they be regarded as a magic weapon.
When he pinched it, the flame at the bottom of the Ziyang stove collapsed and disappeared. The Ziyang stove shrank rapidly, and the storage bag that flew back to his waist disappeared.
Wang Changsheng put the golden knife into the storage bag and left the refining room.
At this time, it is dusk, sunset to canglan city put on a red shirt.
Next to the stove, the sound of "Keng Keng" metal collision is heard all the time. Wang Qingze and Wang Shuchong sit together drinking and chatting.
Wang Changsheng frowned slightly and asked: "Qingze, didn''t I ask you to follow Mr. Wang? What are you doing? "
"Master Wang, don''t blame him. I''ll let him accompany me when I''m alone. If you want to blame me, blame me."
Wang Shuchong defended Wang Qingze.
Wang Changsheng''s face softened and said, "for Wang''s sake, forget it this time. Let''s go. Come back with me."
Wang Qingze answered, said hello to Wang Shuchong, and went out with Wang Changsheng.
When he came to the hall, Wang Ruyan just went downstairs.
Wang Ruyan smiles at Wang Changsheng and asks, "how about Wang Daoyou? Are you still used to it? "
"It''s OK, Wang Xianzi. Wang goes back to bathe and change clothes. See you at Baixiang building."
Wang Ruyan agreed with a smile and watched Wang Changsheng leave.
"Ruyan, this boy invited you to dinner so soon. It should be interesting to you."
Wang Shu rushed over, burped and joked.
Wang Ruyan smell speech, beautiful cheek full of rosy clouds, red face said: "Eighteen uncle, you talk nonsense, I have nothing to do with Wang Daoyou."
"I know you don''t have anything to do with him, so he doesn''t have to be. This boy calls me Mr. Wang. He''s so polite and makes it clear that he''s interested in you. If I wasn''t your 18th uncle, he wouldn''t be so polite to me. If you shine your eyes, don''t be cheated by him. Men are afraid of getting into the wrong business and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man."
Wang Shuchong kindly reminds us.
"I see. Uncle eighteen, don''t drink all day long. It''s not too late to drink after work."
"Hey, I''m drunk today. Who knows what''s going to happen tomorrow? I have a sense of propriety."Back at his residence, Wang Qingze truthfully reported to Wang Changsheng what he had done today.
"If you want to have a good relationship with Wang Shuchong, it will be of great use in the future, you know?"
Wang Qingze nodded his head honestly and said, "I see. Uncle Jiu, are you pursuing Wang Shuchong''s niece, Master Wang?"
"Who told you that?"
"No one told me, I guess. Wang Shuchong probably saw something. He asked me about your situation, but I kept your advice in mind. When I asked, I didn''t know. Originally I wanted to say good things for you, but on second thought, we are nephews. Wang Shuchong may not believe what I said, which may have adverse effects, so I won''t say it."
Wang Changsheng took out a blue jade slip and handed it to Wang Qingze, saying, "here are some basic knowledge about refining tools. Take it and have a look! Don''t spread it. If you don''t understand anything, ask me tomorrow. "
"Uncle Xie Jiushu, I''ll go back to my room first."
After bathing and dressing, Wang Changsheng went straight to Baixiang building.
He ordered the private room yesterday. When he arrived at the private room, he ordered a pot of spirit tea and waited for Wang Ruyan to come.
During the garrison, there was a knock on the door, and Wang Ruyan''s voice suddenly rang out: "Wang Daoyou, I''ve kept you waiting for a long time. Here comes my little sister."
Wang Changsheng, with a happy face, walked quickly and opened the door.
Wang Ruyan changed her dress. She wore a blue Ru skirt and a light makeup.
Wang Changsheng invited Wang Ruyan into the room, handed Wang Ruyan a thick menu and said with a smile, "Wang fairy, I don''t know what you like to eat. I haven''t ordered yet. What would you like to eat?"
"Wang Daoyou, you''re welcome. I don''t have any taboos. Please order!"
"Well, Wang will order some dishes first. If it''s not enough, Wang Xianzi will order more."
Wang Changsheng called to the waiter and ordered seven dishes and one soup. There were four kinds of flavors: sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.
Before the dishes came up, Wang Changsheng chatted with Wang Ruyan.
Wang Ruyan''s words are very few. He should talk to each other from time to time. He looks like he has dealt with the matter.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng turned to refining utensils. Wang Ruyan said more.
It wasn''t long before the dish was served.
Wang Ruyan''s words are few. Wang Changsheng knows that it''s not easy to rush. However, she notes that Wang Ruyan''s dishes are light, steamed and scalding dishes are mostly chopsticks, and spicy dishes are not touched.
Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng saw that Wang Ruyan was not interested in chatting more. He said with a smile, "fairy Wang, let''s stop here today! Tomorrow, we will continue to refine the utensils. "
"OK, I''ll be the host when I''m free some other day."
When they came out of the private room, a voice full of joy suddenly rang out: "Wang Xianzi, are you here to eat too?"
Wang Changsheng looked at the source of his voice and saw a gentle white scholar come quickly, his face full of joy.
"Well, I''ll have a light meal with Wang Daoyou. Song Daoyou, do you come here for dinner, too?"
Wang Ruyan nodded with a smile, and his tone was rather flat.
"I met Li Daoyou, an old friend of Baiyunguan, and I had dinner with him here."
The scholar in White said, pointing to a middle-aged man with a blue wooden sword on his back.
When Wang Changsheng saw the middle-aged man, a look of surprise passed through his eyes.
The middle-aged man is no other than the monk who quarreled with Wang Qingze in Tianyun Pavilion.