Chapter 61: Am I That Fearsome?

  "Isn't that Ling Wushuang?" In the large courtyard of the Craftsmen's Guild, there were many young masters and misses. Among them was someone who recognized at a glance the white-clothed girl standing by the gate with an harmless smile on her lips.

  Isn't this Ling Wu Xiong? This little calamity star, how did he end up at the Master Artisan Guild again?

  Those two guards, upon hearing the surrounding people's words, had the thought of death in their hearts. Indeed, it was Ling Wushuang this little ancestor! The two of them suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears, and they rolled and crawled to get up from the ground, secretly thinking, why didn't you say so earlier? If only they had known, they wouldn't have stupidly gone to stir up this hornet's nest.

  "You, you, you... don't come any closer, I'm telling you, I have an 80-year-old elderly mother upstairs, and downstairs, no, no... not that" The two guards swallowed their saliva, tightly gripping the long guns in their hands, staring fixedly at the girl walking towards them with a string of nonsensical words.

  Ling Wushuang takes one step forward, they retreat two steps.

  "Am I that scary?" Ling Wu's eyebrows slightly raised, a bit dazed, and somewhat amused as he gazed at the two people's gloomy expressions, laughing: "I won't eat you guys"

  "They exchanged a glance and shook their heads, how could they say it was scary?"

  She doesn't eat people, but she's even more terrifying than if she did!

  She beat the princess until she cried and screamed, thrashed the noble consort so severely that she fell ill for a long time, forced Jiang Yi to cut off his own arm, and even the great Sword Saint of the Guardian Duke's Manor was reduced to vomiting blood and lying in bed by this little ancestor. What can't she do? Isn't this frightening enough? Who else could be more terrifying?

  They can't withstand her torture with such a small role.

  Aren't you afraid? Ling Wu Xiang glanced at the two legs that couldn't stop trembling and smiled harmlessly, saying: "I just wanted to ask, can we go in like this?"

  This tone, Ling Wu Shuang tried his best to make it as casual and gentle as possible, but the two people still trembled all over.

  "Can do, can do, of course can do." The two men gripped their long guns tightly and nodded desperately. If they had known it was this little demon star, they would have rather died than try to intercept him. From now on, they need to be more careful, can't be so reckless.

  Ling Wushuang nodded slightly, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and slowly walked towards the Craftsmen's Guild Hall.

  "Is that it?" The two people looked at each other stupidly as Ling Wushuang walked past them, and then they both sat down on the ground with a thud.

  Who would have thought that before the two of them could even sit down properly, Ling Wushuang suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around with a puzzled expression: "Could it be that you still have something to do?"

  "Not, not!" The two of them suddenly had a shock and hastily replied: "Not, not! We're fine, we're fine!"

  Ling Wushuang raised an eyebrow in slight astonishment, turned around and walked towards the Craftsmen's Guild Hall while muttering to himself, "Must be so nervous? I just wanted to ask if I could go in."

  Is she really that scary? Are these two people overthinking things?

  Ling Chuan heard Ling Wu's muttering and rolled her eyes greatly. Who would believe that!

  Seeing Ling Chuan's expression of not believing even if he was beaten to death, Ling Wushuang touched his nose with a smile, thinking silently that when she usually deceived people, everyone believed her, but why didn't anyone believe her when she told the truth?

  She just wanted to ask if she could go in, and didn't plan on doing anything to them.

  Seeing Ling Wushuang really didn't have the intention of taking action, his figure gradually walked away. The two guards wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and it was really nothing? Their lives were still intact?

  My god, I'm so scared!

  The hall of the craftsmen's guild was filled with the fragrance of tea, and in the air, there was a faint hint of gunpowder smoke.

  Ling Wushuang arrived at the Craftsmen's Guild hall, but wanting to see Master Yi was not that simple. After all, there were too many people who wanted to see him, and if he had to see everyone, wouldn't he be exhausted to death?

  Ling Wushuang just smiled and took out a blueprint from his bosom, handed it to an apprentice craftsman, then sat quietly in the great hall with Ling Bian, waiting.

  If you can't see him, then you have no choice but to blast him out.

  "Peerless, how did you end up here?" The stool hadn't even warmed up yet, and already he'd run into an acquaintance.

  Ji Yunyang walked over from afar, wearing a deep red headband, with a handsome smile spreading across his face. These days, watching Nan Gongye and Yun Qingchen send car after car of gold to the Ji family, this guy was truly in high spirits.

  Ling Wushuang put down the tea in his hand and said, "It's really true that you can meet anywhere."

  This kid is simply a flying leg, all over Beijing, his shadow is everywhere.

  Ji Yunyang walked up to the front, sat down beside Ling Wushuang on the tea seat, chuckled twice and asked: "Wushuang, you came here too, wanting to forge a weapon?"

  Just thinking about Musou emptying the Sword Saint's treasure vault makes him want to laugh, his guts are a bit too big. Musou appears here, it seems that there should be some good things in the treasure vault, and prepares to forge weapons.

  "Yeah." Ling Wu Xuan nodded slightly.

  Ji Yunyang took a few sips of water, then suddenly said: "What a coincidence, I am too! I just found a seven-star ore, which is most suitable for forging two Cloud Chasing Short Guns. Wú Shuāng, what do you want to forge? Which master are you looking for? Ah, yes, Wú Shuāng, you seem to have a purple gold sand, I know! You don't want to forge a soft sword!"

  Ji Yunyang suddenly thought of something, excitedly exclaimed, Wú Shuāng this guy from Yún Qīngchén's shop, at the price of waste stone, bought away the precious Zi Jin Sha, this matter, in the capital city, was spread far and wide.

  Yun Qingchen's face has been terrible these past few days, every time he sees him, he wants to laugh.

  "Seven Star Ore?" Ling Wu Xiang smiled, it seemed that Ji Yun Yang's treasure was not few either. He continued to smile at him mysteriously, "What I want to forge is a good thing, today, I came specifically to find Master Yi."

  "Yi Dashi?" Ji Yunyang spat out the water in his mouth, almost spraying it out. "I didn't hear wrong, did I? You're saying you want to find that weird old man Yi Dashi?"

  The world knows that the four countries are not aware of it. The master's temper is very strange. If he doesn't want to, even if the emperor comes, he may not be able to see him. However, Wu Shuang has a precious purple gold sand in his hand, which might work. That old man is very interested in precious instruments and stones.

  "Where is she? Where is that little girl?"

  Ji Yunyang hadn't had time to say another word when a voice was heard from outside the great hall, rushing in hastily.

  Then, an old man with a messy head and face rushed in quickly. His disheveled eyebrows and hair were accompanied by a pair of piercing eyes that scanned the hall, looking left and right before locking onto Ling Wusuo, as if he had seen a rare treasure. Without saying a word, he pounced on her abruptly.

  Ling Wushuang was taken aback and quickly dodged to the side, jumping off the chair to avoid the old man's bear hug.

  "Huh?" The old man was caught off guard and let out a surprised "huh".

  "Really?!?" Ji Yunyang swallowed a mouthful of water, his throat hurting from the gulp, and muttered, "No way?!"

  Ji Yunyang was puzzled, this eccentric Old Yi, actually had the time to appear in the Craftsmen's Guild Hall, and towards Wú Shuāng... ah, be so enthusiastic? Even if Wú Shuāng had a piece of Purple Gold Sand in his hand, there was no need to get excited like this, right?

  "It's Yi Dashi!"

  People around also recognized this strange old man, and someone kept screaming out loud.

  "Master Yi, I have long admired your great name, today Li certain specially came to visit"

  "Master Yi, I have a precious ore in my hand and I'd like to ask you to forge a weapon for me."

  "Easy Master..."

  In front of him, the seemingly ordinary old man is actually a master craftsman, Yi Xiong. Many people have tried to see him, but in vain. Those who come here are all seeking to create extraordinary treasures and are naturally excited to meet Master Yi, whom they have admired for so long.

  At the same time, everyone else was also bewildered. Master Yi had been obsessed with casting for years and could go without showing his face for several years, so why did he suddenly appear today and be so enthusiastic about a little girl?

  "Ahem" Yi Xiong cleared his throat a few times, slightly suppressing the excitement in his heart. He ignored the various flatteries around him and stared intently at Ling Wushuang in front of him, pointing to something on a drawing paper in his hand, excitedly saying: "Little girl, is this really designed by you?"

  Ling Wushuang looked up and down at the tattered clothes and dusty old man in front of her, who was holding a drawing in his hand and staring at her with a somewhat painful expression, nodding his head.

  Is this really what they call a great man who is above trivialities?

  Yi Xiong slapped his thigh, and instantly his face was filled with red light. He immediately replied: "Little girl, this blueprint, you've only given me half of it, hurry up, draw the other half for me to see."

  The old man in tattered clothes, although dusty and disheveled, had a pair of deep eyes that shone brightly, staring at Ling Wu Shuang with longing.

  "Easy, Master. Why don't we change the place of conversation?" Ling Wushuang smiled calmly. This little old man really had some interesting points, and he was probably obsessed with various weapons to a crazy degree. Half a map paper, and he actually exploded out of it.

  It suddenly dawned on him that they were in the Guild of Craftsmen's hall, surrounded by people, and it was indeed not a convenient place to talk.

  "Little friend, please come this way." Yi Xiong casually scratched his disheveled eyebrows and beard, then turned to the person beside him, raised his hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Hurry up and serve our esteemed guest some tea!"

  "Ah, yes!" The disciple who followed Yi Xiong's back was already stunned, and replied in a daze as if he had seen a ghost. He quickly left and whispered to himself, "Teacher is really strange today, when has he ever been so enthusiastic towards people?"

  In the Guild Hall of Craftsmen, some people who saw this situation also exclaimed in surprise.

  "This is ridiculous, who is this person, why is Master Yi so enthusiastic about her?"

  "It's just that even if the emperor himself came, he might not be able to get a sip of tea from Master Yi, and yet today they're treating this little girl as an honored guest"

  "Idiot, don't you know? That's Miss Ling."

  "That's strange too, Master Yi and the Ling family don't have any relationship"

  ……

  Ji Yun's eyes suddenly lit up, she put down the tea in her hand and shouted: "Wu Shuang, wait for me!"

  After finishing, the little guy followed Ling Wusuo's side excitedly and walked towards the backyard of the Craftsman Guild. For a while, his face was full of smiles. He just wanted to forge weapons, but Wusuo could even handle this strange old man. How did he get so lucky?

  Among the princes and young masters in the capital, so far, probably only Ji Yunyang thinks that encountering Ling Wushuang is a stroke of good luck.

  Ji Yunyang followed Ling Wusuo into Master Yi's room and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise at the things around her.

  Although the old man is a bit shabby, the decoration of this room is not bad. There is a table and chair, a black wooden bookshelf, a dark-colored desk, simple but quite atmospheric. On the surrounding wooden shelves and desks, there are precious minerals and some finished products with treasured swords and daggers. However, what attracts people's attention most is the design drawings of knives and swords hanging on the walls around!

  Among them, there is a pair with a pitch-black hilt, light and slender yet having a good texture, the dark purple sword body curved into an elegant arc, its lines can be called perfect, it is indeed a famous sword from Master Yi's hand, the Purple Wei Soft Sword!

  Next to it was a pitch-black long sword, with a green hilt shaped like a snake, and a twisted blade that seemed to be spitting out venom, the Emerald Snake Sword!

  Ji Yunyang looked at the design drawings around her, her eyes wide with excitement. There were long guns, treasured swords, daggers... all kinds of weapons, each one a treasure. Although they were only designs and the actual products weren't here, being able to see them was still good, Ji Yunyang comforted herself.

  "Come, little girl, this is paper and this is a pen. Quickly draw it out for me to see." Master Yi couldn't help but hand over a stack of paper and pens as soon as he led Ling Wusuo into the room.

  Ji Yun Yang walked up to the desk and looked at the things on it, slightly taken aback. "What is this strange thing?"

  Ling Wushuang took over Master Yi's brush, looking at the old man's eager eyes, and after a while, he silently put it down, chuckled and said: "If you want me to draw the rest of the part, it's not impossible, but I have conditions."

  Yi Dashi's expression suddenly solidified, his aged eyes locked onto Ling Wushuang. After a moment, he smiled somewhat coldly and said: "Little girl, you're the first person to ever set conditions for me, Yi Xiong."

  Yi Xiong was infatuated with casting instruments, but having lived to this age, he was also a seasoned and refined person, and did not immediately respond to Ling Wushuang's words.