Let the villain go - chapter 178

“Okay, that’s all,” Ye Peitian picked a few frozen pears and handed a crystal core to the old man from whom he bought them from.　　

The old man wore a shabby cotton jacket that was not really warm in the cold winter, and his thin face and fingers were frozen to frostbite.　　

There were very few things in his stall, except for a few frozen pears, which were a small bucket of newly picked plum blossom branches. Plum branches were also sold, but in this year, there were few people who would buy flowers, but it was better than nothing to increase a little income.　　

“Thank you for always taking care of my business,” he filled Ye Peitian with pears and handed two long plum blossom branches to him.

Ye Peitian carried the fruit he bought, held the flower branch in one hand, and walked slowly along the black street River.　　

He liked to walk this way. Along the river section of Black Street, a row of dilapidated small hotels on the opposite bank could be seen. This was the best memory of his life. When he and Qianxun first met, he was brought here by her. The embarrassment and sweetness of that time still made him turn red.　

There was a shop for making weapons along the road. The shopkeeper had recruited a young apprentice, and the teenager was around the fire. He stepped on a small chair and stood by the fire, clanging his hammer and doing the most basic forging work meticulously.

“Take a break, Xiaochai. The master is not here, so you don’t need to work so hard,” the apprentice in the same shop greeted him to rest together.

“Thank you, brother, I want to finish this,” Xiaochai wiped the sweat on his forehead. Because his right hand continued to exert force for a long time, it was shaking so hard when lifting a heavy hammer. He changed his arm and tried to dissolve a small piece of abandoned demon body with power, extract the filament and integrate it into a weapon after repeated hammering and forging.

Since he came here, he had practiced dozens of times with discarded scraps, but he never felt bored and still worked hard.

“Eh, I said Xiaochai, what happened to you these days? What made you like this? When you were a little bastard on the Black Street, I didn’t know you were such a hard-working kid.”

“Yeah, you are already at the second-order level. Us forgers can mix up to the fourth-order level. I don’t know what you are in a hurry for,” a chubby brother leaned on his stove to speak .

While the master was away, the brothers were lazy. Of course, they did not like to see a particularly diligent guy.

“I promised a friend that I will be a true forger. I want to fulfill it as soon as possible,” Xiaochai’s movements were smooth and skillful, and he spoke with his heart.

“Who is your friend, why haven’t we met him?”

“I did something I regret, and now I have no face to see him.” Xiao Zhui gazed at the gradually appearing trial of the weapon in his hand, “But I now know that he lives near here. One day, when I become a qualified forger to make a weapon for him. I will go to him and apologize.”

“Oh, this doll is quite manly,” Brother Fatty reached out and rubbed his head.

“If you want to become the top forger, you have to win against the master of Qilin Xinziming. With his forging ability, I don’t know how many artifacts he made.” Another brother said excitedly, “According to the news, the silver sword that Lord Jiangcheng uses was made by Master Wen.”

“Speaking of that, I remembered the battle of the previous two days. Did you find that Ye…  didn’t even have a weapon or armor, and faced the tenth-order demon directly,” when he said that, he lowered his voice deliberately and carefully said Ye Peitian.