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

Chapter 341: Call me Junior Brother or Grandpa
In the following days, Jiang Lin forged hundreds of Chaos Arrows and asked Zheng Qiran to send them to the northwestern border.

The quality of these Chaos Arrows is not high, only the upper grade.

Jiang Lin thought very clearly that even if it was the border troops, if they wanted him to build precious weapons, they would have to exchange them for materials.

The people who are familiar with him are Yu Shuai, Liao Mingxu and others, not all the border troops, so let’s put that into context.

If the border troops could really exchange tens of thousands of materials, Jiang Lin wouldn't mind making a few thousand Chaos Arrows to help them relieve some of the pressure.

After making these Chaos Arrows, Jiang Lin continued to repay the precious weapons and spiritual weapons he owed.

One day, someone came to report.

"Master Jiang, there is an alchemist named Xia Shanliu who brought people here to look for you."

"Xia Shanliu?" Jiang Lin was a little surprised. What was he here for?
Could it be that he felt that he suffered a loss because of the Purple Nether Fire and came here to ask for it back?
Jiang Lin subconsciously glanced at the Hengyu furnace. The flame inside was green, but it didn't look like the Purple Nether Fire at all.

Even if he is willing to return it, Hengyu Furnace may not be able to spit it out.

As for giving the fused strange fire to Xia Shanliu, that is naturally impossible.

Jiang Lin calmed himself down, walked out of the blacksmith shop, and went to the door to welcome Xia Shanliu and others in.

Alchemists are highly respected in other places, but here, they were interrogated for a long time by the outer garrison camp, and the way they looked at them was like they were catching a thief.

The garrison battalion is responsible for defending Kyoto, so they don't have the opportunity to make meritorious deeds on ordinary days.

Most of the military officers were children of high-ranking officials and nobles, and they were bored all day long.

After finally getting the job of protecting the blacksmith camp, he naturally wanted to catch a few thieves and gain merit so that he could have something to brag about when he returned.

As soon as Xia Shanliu saw Jiang Lin, she couldn't help but complain, "These soldiers are so rude. They treat us like thieves!"

The several alchemists who came with him were all in disheveled clothes, and during the body search just now, they almost had their underwear turned inside out.

Xia Shanliu was an alchemist at the Yuanwu realm after all, so he had never been treated like this before.

Just knowing that this place belongs to Jiang Lin's "territory", they can only swallow their anger, otherwise, if it were somewhere else, they would have lost their temper.

Jiang Lin apologized, "I'm really sorry. It's been a turbulent time recently and I've caused you guys to feel wronged. I apologize to you on their behalf."

Jiang Lin's attitude was polite, so the alchemists didn't say anything more. They just stared at the burly blacksmith with curiosity.

He really is a blacksmith, then how could he have such powerful alchemy skills?

"Who are these people?" Jiang Lin looked at them and asked.

Xia Shanliu quickly introduced: "This is Master Yan Zeliang, who is particularly good at the intermediate elixir Jiuding Dan. This is Master Qiu Ruochen, who is good at the intermediate elixir Lingbao Dan."

"And this one." Xia Shanliu pulled over an old man who also had white hair and looked like an immortal, and said, "He is my long-time friend, Master Alchemist He Lingfeng, who specializes in the high-level elixir Wind and Thunder Powder."

Jiang Lin bowed to each of these alchemists and then asked, "I wonder why Alchemist Xia brought them here?"

Jiang Lin had already thought it through. If Xia Shanliu really came to ask for the Purple Nether Fire, he would have to take a tougher attitude.

If you want to go back on your word after I've given you the benefit, that won't do.

He even glanced at Zheng Qiran who was not far away, thinking that if reason didn't make sense, he could only let the border troops teach these people a lesson.

However, Xia Shanliu and the others suddenly bowed and said, "We are here to worship Master Jiang as our teacher and learn the art of alchemy."

Not only Jiang Lin was stunned when he heard it, even Zheng Qiran and others who were watching the excitement not far away were also stunned.

Zheng Qiran looked at the Dusi beside him and asked curiously, "Master Jiang can also make pills?"

The commander was also surprised and said, "I don't know..."

There was a garrison officer who had heard about Jiang Lin’s alchemy and said, “I seem to have heard that Lord Jiang’s alchemy is pretty good, but I’m not sure about the details.”

Zheng Qiran was surprised. It was OK that Jiang Lin was good at blacksmithing, after all, he was in this line of work.

But alchemy and blacksmithing seem to be completely incompatible, right?

Well, that’s not right. They both use stoves, so they do have the same effect.

Just look at Jiang Lin, who is over two meters tall and has a muscular physique, and then look at Xia Shanliu and the others. In comparison, he looks like a frail little woman.

This picture looks so weird.

Take Lord Jiang’s palm as big as a palm fan. Can he hold the elixir?

This is not a crushing thing.

No matter how Zheng Qiran thought about it, he couldn't understand how Jiang Lin got involved in alchemy, not to mention that he made other alchemists come from far away to become his apprentice.

"Where did these people come from?"

"Xunzhou, right?"

"Hiss...you've come so far to become my disciple?" Zheng Qiran was breathing heavily as he listened. "It seems like your alchemy skills aren't that good, otherwise you wouldn't have come so far to become my disciple. Tsk tsk, your hair is all white, you're really living like a dog at your age."

The military officers beside him, such as the commander-in-chief and the garrison commander, all agreed with what he said.

If someone has a bit of skill, why would he come to a blacksmith to learn the art of alchemy? It's like the dancers on the Great River, who would never come to them to learn dancing skills.

Jiang Lin himself was also very surprised. He thought of many possibilities, but he never expected that Xia Shanliu came to become his disciple.

Seeing that several people's heads were about to drop to the ground, Jiang Lin quickly helped them up, saying with a smile: "How can I teach you the art of alchemy? Please go back."

Xia Shanliu said seriously, "Master Jiang's casual pointers earlier gave me a sudden enlightenment, and my alchemy skills have greatly improved. How can I not be qualified? Could it be that Master Jiang thinks that we are stupid and is afraid of tarnishing your reputation?"

He Lingfeng on the side said: "If this is true, we have no face to go back and see people, it is better to die here."

Jiang Lin was stunned. You are an alchemist, why do you come here and act like a shrew and threaten to kill yourself? Don’t you have any shame?
Besides, I taught Xia Shanliu, but I never taught you. Aren’t you afraid of misleading the students?
Little did he know that Xia Shanliu demonstrated his great progress in refining Kongming Powder one by one in Xunzhou, astonishing several alchemists.

They are very familiar with each other and know each other's strengths and weaknesses.

If Xia Shanliu had not relied on the power of the Purple Netherworld Fire before, it would have been a question whether he could even refine a single-line Kongming Powder, let alone a two-line Kongming Powder.

Now, the success rate of each batch of Kongming Powder has exceeded 70%, which is frighteningly high.

However, Kongming Powder is a high-level elixir, and two of them are only good at making intermediate-level elixirs.

Even high-level elixirs can be made like this with just a flick of the finger, so what about intermediate elixirs?
Don’t worry about whether it’s true or not, or whether it’s useful or not, just come and worship first.

If it really doesn't work out, just go back, there's no loss.

As for face...

The alchemist's face is the elixir.

You are good at making pills, who dares to say anything to you?
These people are all very old, about the same age as Old Man Wei, with white hair and wrinkled faces.

They were filled with grief and anger, and looked like they would die on the spot in the blacksmith camp if you didn't accept them as their disciples.

Jiang Lin smiled bitterly. How come in this world, there are still old men committing fraud?

But on second thought, if he could recruit these alchemists, the pressure on him to refine pills for Zuowang Tower on a daily basis would be greatly reduced.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin couldn't help but change his mind and said, "If you want to learn skills, it's not impossible, but there is a rule. No matter what you are good at refining before, you must start with basic pills, such as the Eight Directions True Pill and the Four Directions Health Pill. When you meet the requirements, you can learn other things."

"If you have any objections, please go back now."

Several old alchemists looked at each other, and then, led by Xia Shanliu, bowed deeply to Jiang Lin: "Students, greet Master Jiang!"

There are not so many etiquettes in this world. Everyone is very busy. Just bow your head, pay homage and call out "master", and it's done.

Jiang Lin nodded slightly, then called for someone to clean up a few rooms for them.

Fortunately, the Construction and Repair Department has been building roads and houses in the Blacksmith Camp during this period, so there is no shortage of places to live.

When people learned that Jiang Lin had accepted several alchemists as his disciples, everyone who heard the news was a little dumbfounded.

Wow, he first accepted a few kids to practice martial arts, and now he accepted a few old men to learn alchemy.

You are a blacksmith, and you teach everything except accepting apprentices, right?

A master craftsman pulled Qi the blacksmith and asked in a low voice: "Master Jiang... have you really been forging iron here all the time?"

He came here later from another blacksmith camp and was not very familiar with Jiang Lin.

I was thinking, is it possible that Lord Jiang had learned other skills somewhere else before coming to the Blacksmith Camp?

If you really learned it, it wouldn't be strange.

Blacksmith Qi smiled bitterly and said, "That's true. When I first came here, I didn't know anything and looked stupid, but suddenly I got the hang of it."

"But can this martial arts and alchemy be easily opened up?"

Blacksmith Qi remained silent, he didn't know how to explain.

Lord Jiang's martial arts skills are progressing at an alarming rate. A breakthrough is easier than eating or drinking. He'll make a breakthrough whenever he wants just to tease you.

As for the art of alchemy… I heard that he read a secret book on alchemy and suddenly had a natural talent for making top-notch elixirs.

Qi the blacksmith smacked his lips and said, "If you can't figure it out, forget it. Some things that happen to others are miracles. But it's not surprising that they happen to Lord Jiang. Let's not talk about anything else, just talking about blacksmithing. Can you go from an apprentice to his level in two years?"

The master chef agreed with what he said. It was true.

Seeing Jiang Lin calling those old men over and asking what kind of stove they needed, everyone was amazed.

Miao Yonghuai, who was still swinging his weapon, leaned over to take a few glances, then curled his lips and said, "You're just an old man. I can kill two of them with one punch!"

He didn't know that those old alchemists who seemed to fall down at the slightest breeze were at least at the first level of Yuanwu Realm, and could kill him with just one finger.

Song Ziyan turned to look at Sheng Yingchun and asked in a low voice: "Sister Yingchun, they are also disciples of Master, so they are our junior brothers? Should we call them junior brothers or grandpa?"

Sheng Yingchun paused in swinging his Mo Dao, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Glancing at the white-haired old alchemists, she felt a little confused.

Yes, should I call him junior brother or grandpa?

(End of this chapter)