The Magical Blacksmith

When Dugu Ce saw Han Linger closing his eyes, he knew that the outcome was decided. Although the girl in front of him was his junior sister, in order to win the beauty, Dugu Ce could not hold anything back!

Just when Dugu Ce was about to defeat Han Ling'er, Han Ling'er suddenly opened his eyes, called Zhang Ye, and then used a killing move so powerful that he had no friends, defeating Dugu Ce's sword energy in one fell swoop.

Dugu Ce fainted with bruises all over his body. Before he fainted, he only had one question: Why did the junior sister call Zhang Ye's name?

The whole place was silent. No one had any hope for this shady competition, but at the last moment, Han Ling'er killed Dugu Ce instantly with one sword!

There were thunderous applause and bursts of cheers.

Han Wushuang jumped onto the ring in front of the referee, quickly gave Duguce a pill, and then stared at Han Ling'er angrily.

Han Ling'er subconsciously avoided it, fearing that her father would blame her, but then she thought that this was the path she had chosen, so she should be fearless.

Han Ling'er looked directly at her father calmly. After all, she deserved this victory.

"You!" Han Wushuang wanted to scold him, but in full view of his daughter, he couldn't say anything even after his daughter won the victory. He took Dugu Ce and left angrily.

"How can there be such partiality in the world? My daughter can't win?" Some monks saw the clues and complained one after another.

"Senior Sister Ling'er gave way to Dugu Ce earlier, maybe it was Han Wushuang who was the stumbling block!"

"Humph, but Senior Sister Ling'er still won!"

Listening to the monks' discussion, Han Ling'er remained unmoved. She was neither dissatisfied with her father's attitude nor complacent about her victory. Defeating Dugu Ce was like opening a shackle. Her heart was strong and indomitable!

In the following competition, Han Ling'er was victorious and without any suspense, reached the first place in the inner sect. The entire Lingtai Sect's jurisdiction was praising Han Ling'er's power.

However, when Han Ling'er returned home, Han Wushuang's face was ashen and he was not at all happy that his daughter won the first place.

"Dad." Han Ling'er stood in the hall.

"You still know that I am your father?" Han Wushuang asked angrily.

"My father should be happy that his daughter has won the first place in the inner sect." Han Ling'er smiled sweetly and presented a small jar, "The sect asked me what reward I wanted, so I specially brought one or two enlightenment teas for my father to honor him."

Han Wushuang looked at Han Ling'er, then at the Enlightenment Tea in his hand, and suddenly knocked over the tea jar and said angrily: "Should I be happy? Look at what your senior brother looked like after you beat him!"

Dugu Ce, who had a bruised nose and face, said hypocritically: "Master, the arena is like a battlefield, no wonder Junior Sister."

Han Ling'er looked at the enlightenment tea scattered on the floor. Although she had expected her father to be furious, she still felt heartbroken.

"Dad, can't my daughter win? Should she be defeated by her senior brother?" Han Ling'er summoned up the courage to ask a question. Over the years, her father has always favored Dugu Ce, which made her breathless.

Han Wushuang was stunned. In the past, his daughter would never contradict him. He was so angry that he stretched out his hand and wanted to slap Han Ling'er, but in the end he was unable to do it and said bitterly: "Okay, do you think it is a father's favoritism?" Right? Then I'll tell you why, because a daughter's family doesn't need to be so strong, she just needs to be a helper to the man, raising her husband and raising her children!"

As soon as he said these words, Dugu Ce's eyes lit up, and Han Linger felt like he had been hit hard.

Han Wushuang continued: "Ce'er's father and I are good brothers who share life and death. We decided on this marriage before you two were born. Although Ce'er's parents died unexpectedly, I, Han Wushuang, can't A treacherous person?"

"I originally planned to get married when you formed the golden elixir, but now it seems that it is necessary to advance..." At this point, Han Wushuang pointed at Han Ling'er angrily, "Tell me, how can a woman be stronger than her husband? In the future, How should Ce'er behave?"

When Dugu Ce heard this, he looked ecstatic and immediately knelt down: "Disciple doesn't take it to heart, as long as junior sister is happy..."

Han Ling'er's face turned pale. She didn't expect that her father had already betrothed her to Dugu Ce.

The orders of parents and the words of matchmakers are the sorrow of every woman, and the world of cultivation is no exception. In the past, Han Ling'er felt that it was okay to marry her senior brother. After all, it was much better than someone she had never met. But now, why does she feel so painful in her heart?

Han Ling'er said tactfully: "Dad, my daughter doesn't want to get married so early. I want to pursue the high road."

"Being a partner and complementing each other will be more conducive to the progress of cultivation." Han Wushuang denied Han Ling'er.

"Dad..." Han Ling'er exhaled heavily and mustered up the courage to say, "My daughter doesn't want to marry my senior brother."

Dugu Ce was so angry that he clenched his fists. Han Ling'er said this, which made him very embarrassed, but with the presence of the master, it was not easy to get angry.

Han Wushuang was surprised. In the past, his daughter was well-behaved and sensible, and would never oppose his decision. She did not expect that she would disobey again and again today, and angrily said: "Ce'er and your childhood sweetheart, his character and ability are both Seeing it in your eyes, why don’t you get married?”

"Although senior brother is good, my daughter..." Han Ling'er raised her head and looked directly at her father, "My heart belongs to me!"

"Let's see if I don't beat you to death!" Han Wushuang didn't expect his daughter to say such words, and was so angry that he was about to teach him a lesson, but Duguce who was beside him snorted, spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Han Wushuang was shocked and turned pale. He quickly helped Dugu Ce, and a burst of spiritual power passed through him. Then he scolded Han Ling'er: "Look how angry your senior brother is!"

Han Ling'er gritted her teeth, not wanting to wrong herself anymore, because she had her own way to go: "Dad, please take good care of my senior brother, I'm going to work in the blacksmith shop."

After saying that, regardless of Han Wushuang's obstruction, which he could not stop, Han Ling'er rose up with his sword. At this moment, the sky was filled with rays of light.

In the blacksmith shop, Zhang Ye was extremely busy. Because too many people came to forge flying swords every day, Zhang Ye decided to delay the launch of the knife forging business, otherwise there would be no time to breathe.

Zhang Ye handed the forged flying sword to the customer, and a pretty girl walked into the blacksmith shop with a smile: "Zhang Ye, I'm back."

Zhang Ye looked at Han Ling'er and smiled: "How does it feel to be number one in the inner sect?"

"Happy." After saying that, Han Ling'er greeted the customers in the store familiarly, "Everyone, line up, don't crowd, don't make trouble, pay with one hand, cross the sword with the other..."

He was number one in the inner sect, but he actually worked in a blacksmith shop, and the Jindan monks looked like they were in trouble.

In a separate courtyard of the Lingtai Sect, Dugu Ce was lying on the bed in despair, traumatized and heartbroken, leaving him unable to recover.

Han Wushuang kept talking on the side, and Duguce was upset and said, "Master, I want to be alone."

"Okay Ce'er, you take good care of yourself. I'll talk to Ling'er about her." Han Wushuang sighed. His daughter was older and he couldn't take care of her if he wanted to.

After Han Wushuang left, Dugu Ce recalled Han Ling'er's words, his heart ached, and then he roared angrily: "I am so good, and there are so many female monks pursuing me, why don't you marry me?"

"Who is the person you like?"

After venting for a while, Duguce suddenly remembered that Han Ling'er said a person's name on the ring - Zhang Ye!

Could it be that the person that Junior Sister's heart belongs to is the little blacksmith? The more Dugu Ce thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After all, the junior sister went to the blacksmith shop every day these days. Maybe she was deceived by Zhang Ye's smooth talk, otherwise her personality would not have changed drastically.

"Zhang Ye, I will kill you!"

At the beginning, Dugu Ce had a grudge with Zhang Ye, but when he heard that Zhang Ye had offended Li Xingchen, Dugu Ce completely let go. After all, Zhang Ye's life was not long, so why bother with a dead man.

But now, Dugu Ce decided to take action himself. He believed that only by killing Zhang Ye could he change his mind.

As for whether he could kill Zhang Ye, he didn't care. Even if he had a magical weapon, it didn't matter. He was just a young monk in the Qi refining period!

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Early the next morning, Han Ling'er got up early and prepared to go to Lingtai Town to work, but Dugu Ce came weakly and blocked her.

"Senior brother, you go back and recuperate. What are you doing when you get up?" Although what happened yesterday, Han Ling'er still took care of the friendship between the same disciples and asked with concern.

Duguce shook his head bitterly: "Senior brother's heart is broken, how can we heal it?"

Han Ling'er said with some embarrassment: "Senior brother, I have always regarded you as my elder brother. Things like relationships cannot be forced."

"Needless to say, I know." Duguce waved his hand pretending to be generous, "I heard that the ruthless flower grows on Wanren Mountain. If you can take one plant, you won't be trapped by love. It's a pity that I It looks like I can’t go there…”

Han Ling'er was stunned. She felt that her senior brother's appearance had something to do with her, so she said, "Senior brother, I will help you pick it."

"Then it's Junior Sister Lao." Dugu Ce had a conspiratorial smile in his eyes.

After Han Ling'er left, Dugu Ce's demeanor changed and he still looked sick. He stood up with his sword and followed Han Ling'er's footsteps to Lingtai Town.

Han Ling'er first came to the blacksmith shop to ask for leave, saying that she would go on a trip to pick ruthless flowers. Zhang Ye didn't take it to heart, thinking that this was a task assigned to her by the sect, and just asked her to be careful on the way.

Not long after Han Ling'er left, a monk entered the shop: "Boss Zhang, someone asked me to bring you a letter."

letter? If Zhang Ye has no relatives or friends, who would write to him?

Zhang Ye opened the envelope hesitantly, only to see it read: "By the Peach Blossom River, love will last for three lifetimes."

Signed by Han Linger.

Zhang Ye blushed and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly put the envelope into his arms and asked the person who sent the message: "Who asked you to send the message?"

"A beautiful girl with big eyes..." the monk replied.

Listening to the description, it was Han Ling'er. Zhang Ye rubbed his hands and paced a few steps, feeling a little uneasy. Was Han Ling'er pretending to ask for leave to make a grand confession? Want to meet at the Peach Blossom River? Should I accept Han Linger?

These questions troubled Zhang Ye. Suddenly, he thought of Han Ling'er's previous talk about picking the ruthless flower, which is a medicinal herb specially given to people who have lost love. He was prepared for the worst.

Zhang Ye sighed, hey, there are many handsome people and wrongdoings.

At this time, a Jindan monk complained: "Boss Zhang, you have been laughing here for a long time, are you still doing business?"

"The boss is happy and the business is closed..." Zhang Ye came back to his senses and paused, "Until the child is one month old!"