He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 80 Everyone, Be Quiet

With the sound of clinking, the long sword gradually took shape.

Several apprentices who were closer couldn't help but rub their eyes and said, "No, this color... shiny black, is it a sign of reaching the highest level?"

An even more irritable apprentice pointed at Jiang Lin and shouted, "You are definitely not an apprentice! You are obviously a formal blacksmith, why are you running to the apprentice area!"

It comes with high-quality ironware, which burns quickly, and the long sword it makes is of high quality.

"If he's an apprentice, what the hell am I?"

Jiang Lin still turned a deaf ear to him. After sharpening his sword, he took it to the testing table.

He attracted countless people's attention along the way. Apprentices and blacksmiths alike were all staring at the shiny black sword in his hand.

Many people remained silent, but even more people cursed out loud.

"This is cheating, not real talent!"

"Whose blacksmith is he?"

"I heard that he came from the Southern Blacksmith Camp."

"Damn it! For a mere 100 taels of silver, a Qi and Blood Pill, and a piece of quality ironware, Zhao Yankui has lost all his dignity! He even let a regular blacksmith pretend to be an apprentice!"

Blacksmith Qi stayed close to Zhao Yankui, listening to the scolding all around him but he was not panicked at all, instead he laughed even more happily.

"Master chef, you are being scolded badly right now."

Zhao Yankui snorted and laughed: "They are a bunch of people who have never seen the world. Why bother with them?"

Blacksmith Qi glanced around and saw that the blacksmiths in other camps were all glaring at him. He quickly retracted his gaze and said, "I'm just afraid that they will get angry and start fighting."

"They dare!" Zhao Yankui rolled up his sleeves, widened his eyes, and looked ferocious: "We don't have as much work as them in the Southern Blacksmith Camp, so we accept it, but when it comes to fighting, I'm not afraid of them!"

At this time, Jiang Lin had already walked to the testing table. Yuan Gaohao looked at the shiny black long sword and didn't know what to say.

It's okay to burn fire quickly, but isn't it a bit outrageous that you directly used ordinary iron to forge a high-quality long sword?
Yuan Gaohao heard all those insults and doubts.

If he didn't know Jiang Lin's background, he might have thought, like everyone else, that this was an official blacksmith pretending to be one.

No, that's not right!

Even a formal blacksmith can't make a good quality weapon!

"Please ask Master Yuan to check it." Jiang Lin put the long sword on the table.

Yuan Gaohao picked it up and looked at it again and again, then waved his hand and chopped at the knife-testing stone next to him. The knife penetrated the stone an inch and was definitely of good quality.

He drew back his sword and looked at Jiang Lin, unable to speak for a long time.

Until Jiang Lin couldn't help asking: "Master Yuan, is there any problem?"

"Problem?" Yuan Gaohao came back to his senses and smiled bitterly: "There is indeed a problem."

Jiang Lin frowned slightly. Although the defects were not eliminated, from the material quality to the improvement of the hammering, there were still more than a dozen levels of refining in between.

Just entering the market is already a very low standard, and there are other problems?
Jiang Lin glanced at the long sword and saw the reminder [Long sword of average quality, with a total of 167 defects] in his field of vision.

Could it be that Yuan Gaohao saw these flaws?

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin couldn't help but bow and said humbly: "Please let Master Yuan tell me what the problems are."

Yuan Gaohao put down his long sword and said quietly, "The biggest question is, how can you, an apprentice, forge a high-quality long sword with a piece of ordinary iron?"

Jiang Lin was stunned. Before he could say anything, Yuan Gaohao asked again, "You really don't want to come and follow me? I can recommend you to the Master Craftsman. After the regular test, I will promote you to the position of Master Craftsman. How about giving you an additional position as Deputy Master Craftsman in the regular test next year? You don't need to become my disciple. We can be friends as equals."

Looking at the deputy master craftsman's expectant eyes, Jiang Lin couldn't help laughing. It turned out that this was the question he was talking about.

Frankly speaking, the conditions offered by Yuan Gaohao were very generous. He didn't even mention the matter of becoming his disciple. He just wanted to do him a favor.

Even if Jiang Lin agreed, Zhao Yankui would probably not say anything.

But after thinking about it, Jiang Lin still shook his head and refused. He bowed and said, "Please forgive me, Master Yuan. My master is also going to be promoted to deputy master this year."

Yuan Gaohao said: "Even if Zhao Yankui becomes the deputy master craftsman, he may not be able to give you as much as I can."

"It's not a question of how much." Jiang Lin said softly, "Master is very good to me."

He always only spoke half of his words and didn't make them very clear.

But anyone who is not a fool can understand the meaning of these two sentences.

It’s better to ask my master for the favor as the deputy engineer than to ask you for it.

Because my master is good to me, I can only owe him a favor.

No matter how much you give me, it will be useless because you are not my master.

Looking at the calm and composed young man, Yuan Gaohao suddenly realized that he could no longer look down on him.

His physique was so strong, almost as strong as his own, that it was even difficult for him to look straight ahead.

After a moment, Yuan Gaohao sighed and said, "I have never envied Zhao Yankui so much as I do now. I am almost jealous of him."

When I first met Jiang Lin, I knew that he was Zhao Yankui's apprentice, and I thought this kid was lucky to be able to learn from a master craftsman who was about to be promoted to deputy master craftsman.

But now it seems that it is not Jiang Lin who has good luck, but Zhao Yangui who has good luck!
I'm envious. I'm so damn envious!

"Go back and wait for the next skill test." Yuan Gaohao said.

Although Jiang Lin's skill level has surpassed that of a formal blacksmith, he still has to follow the necessary procedures.

After Yuan Gaohao finished speaking, he turned and walked to the black iron plate and wrote down Jiang Lin's first place again in the ranking of hammering skills.

clang--

The gong was struck, and all the apprentices looked up at the familiar name on the black iron plate.

At this moment, hundreds of blacksmiths suddenly shouted out in unison: "Ridiculous! Such inferior behavior is shameless. Please, Master Craftsman, kick out these shameless people pretending to be apprentices!"

These blacksmiths are naturally from the other blacksmith camps.

The blacksmiths from the Southern Blacksmith Camp cursed back at them.

"Who is pretending to be an apprentice? Jiang Lin is an apprentice and has only been here for two months!"

"Bullshit! How can an apprentice of two months learn this? I will swallow charcoal on the spot!"

"Swallow it if you don't. It's my grandson!"

"Damn it, he's not an apprentice. You guys in the Southern Blacksmith Camp can't compete with them on weekdays, but you secretly do this kind of shitty thing that can't be shown on the stage. It really brings shame to us blacksmiths!"

A group of people were arguing so hard that their faces turned red and they were almost about to fight.

Zhao Yankui, Qi the blacksmith and others stood in the front. They were a group of strong men with a height of 1.8 to 1.9 meters and a weight of more than 100 kilograms. Their muscles collided with each other, and the scene was extremely exciting.

Jiang Lin looked back at this scene and didn't know what to say.

It's just an apprenticeship test, why are you so surprised?

Even the steward on the stage was alarmed and frowned, "What's going on down there? It looks like a fight is about to break out, Yu Maoming."

"I'll take care of it right away." Yu Maoming bowed.

As he spoke, the gray-haired old man flew down from the stage and landed among the crowd.

He knocked down a group of people with three punches and two kicks, grabbed a blacksmith by the neck with one hand and threw him out, stomped another blacksmith's head on the ground with his foot, and then shouted loudly.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

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