MTL - Dream Evolution-Chapter 49 Panlong gun

After returning to the restaurant, Boss Li learned that Wang Ling did not buy an iron rod, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Yes, things like iron rods are generally not easy to buy... Well, I do know a blacksmith, We are also Chinese, who used to make fishing tools such as harpoons and steel knives for fishermen. But the old man was too old, he stopped working as a blacksmith a long time ago, and he has a quirky temper, if you will, You can go there and see and try your luck."

From Boss Li, Wang Ling got the address of the old blacksmith's house again. The old man lived not near the place. Wang Ling took a taxi and drove for half an hour before arriving at his destination: a dirty and broken Chinese gathering place.

New York's Chinatown is still where Chinese with a little identity are located. The Chinese here seem to be the bottom of the Chinese in American society. The houses on both sides were short and dilapidated, the empty and desolate streets were very narrow, sewage was flowing in the ditch, and some clothes were hung to dry in front of the door, and some even had large patches on them.

Seeing such poverty, Wang Ling couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, feeling extremely heavy. He walked along the street to the innermost, and saw a house with a lion pattern carved on the door beam. He knew that this should be the blacksmith shop on the address, so he pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as you enter it, you will see a large yard. There is a bellows in the yard, but it seems to be abandoned. There are some agricultural tools such as axes, sickles, hoes, and steel forks scattered around.

This made Wang Ling feel as if he had come to a poorer place in western China, in a blacksmith shop in a rural area.

The movement of opening the door and entering, alarmed the people inside. A rickety, rigid face, shabby clothes, a Chinese old man in his 70s or 80s, holding a purple teapot, came out of the room and saw him He shouted, "What are you doing!"

"I was introduced here to buy weapons."

"There are no weapons here, not even farm implements! Let's go!" The old man unceremoniously ordered to evict the passengers, waving his hands to drive away Wang Ling.

Wang Ling quickly took out the dollar from his waist and said, "Wait a minute, I'll pay a big price!"

"I'm an old man, I have no children, and I don't have a few days left to live. What do I need money for, let's go!"

The old man was talking with a grumpy temper. Seeing that Wang Ling didn't move, he actually picked up a big broom and chased him. Wang Ling was helpless. His strength was far stronger than that of ordinary people, but he couldn't fight this old man. He was driven out by the broom, and then the door slammed shut.

Standing in front of the door silently for a while, Wang Ling's mind suddenly moved. He thought that when the grumpy old man came out, he was holding a purple teapot in his hand. The color of the teapot's surface is deep purple and red, with a little bit of fine particles. If you read it correctly, it should be a purple sand teapot.

An old man living in a dilapidated alley, with dirty and old clothes, but holding a precious purple sand teapot, this is worth pondering... Wang Ling thought of the bag of high-end tea leaves in the space bag .

The tea was extracted from the treasure chest after killing Heizi, and it was a high-grade item exchanged for currency points in the dream space. Because the best green tea in the world is produced in China, although Heizi is an Indonesian, the package of high-grade tea he has exchanged is the top-quality West Lake Longjing Mingqian tea.

Wang Ling doesn't know how to drink tea, but he also knows that this tea must be very precious, especially in the United States, I am afraid that the old man will never be able to drink such high-grade tea.

He took out the package of tea leaves in the space bag, knocked on the door, and an angry roar came from inside: "What are you doing!"

"Master, I have a good bag of tea, I don't know if you like it or not."

The room was silent for a while, and then the voice rang again: "What tea?"

When Wang Ling heard this sentence, he immediately knew that there was a drama, and answered loudly: "West Lake Longjing Mingqian Tea!"

This time, he heard a toothache-like inhalation from the room, the door slammed open, and the old man looked at Wang Ling with a puzzled expression on his old-fashioned face: "You brat has West Lake Mingqian. Longjing?"

Mingqian tea refers to the tea picked before the Qingming Festival. This kind of tea buds and leaves are delicate, green in color, fragrant, and beautiful in taste and shape. It is the best quality tea in the year. The West Lake Longjing tea is also the best green tea. This West Lake Mingqian Longjing is known as "precious as gold", and its appeal to a person who likes tea is naturally self-evident.

Wang Ling smiled slightly, opened the tea bag, took out a few pieces of tea leaves, and put them in the old man's hands.

The old man looked at it carefully, and saw that the shape of the tea leaves was straight and sharp, flat and handsome, smooth and even, and the color was green and slightly yellow, exuding a very obvious tea fragrance. Throw these pieces of tea into your mouth, chew them carefully, and then say, "Yes, it's West Lake Mingqian Longjing!"

After saying this, the old man stretched out his skinny paws and was about to grab the tea bag in Wang Ling's hand. Wang Ling hurriedly raised the tea bag over his head so that the old man couldn't reach it, then smiled and said, "Master, I want to buy weapons."

When the old man saw the tea being lifted by Wang Ling, his eyes were burning with fire, so he jumped and grabbed it a few times, but his stature was short and rickety, so how could he catch it, he immediately said bitterly, "Come in!"

"Sure enough, this old man is estimated to be an old blacksmith who has worked for most of his life. How could he not build some weapons!"

While walking, the old man kept squirming in his mouth, apparently still reminiscing the scent of those few tea leaves. Wang Ling followed him across the yard and walked into the dilapidated house. He saw some large knives, long swords hanging on the wall, several red tassel spears, and even a large black hammer in front of the wall.

"I can't beat the weapons now. These are the ones I used to beat. Take what you want, then put down the tea leaves and leave quickly!"

Wang Ling didn't go to get any weapon at all, he took out the fine iron battle axe bought from the free market for 1,000 currency points, and said, "I want an iron rod, and if it can't match the quality of this axe Yes, you don't need to be ugly."

When the old man saw the fine iron battle axe, a gleam of light flashed in his turbid eyes. He took the 20-pound axe, held it in his hand with difficulty, and touched the face of the axe with a thin hand like the bark of an old tree: "Good axe, this is The steel is pure iron, obviously forged with great effort, none of the weapons on the wall can compare to it."

Although the fine iron battle axe is just an ordinary E-level white equipment, its initial attack power is 3-17, which can be regarded as a very good weapon in this level of white equipment.

The old man returned the axe to Wang Ling and said, "I don't make many weapons. I have worked as a blacksmith for more than 50 years, and I only hit two with all my strength. One is when I was young, I was still in Nanyang, and was entrusted by Nanyang Hongmen. , The Spring and Autumn Greatsword, which was made for the statue of Guan Erye, weighed 120 catties and was used to suppress Tangkou. After he came to the United States, he imitated the ancient method and forged a Panlong gun, which was made of smelted iron. , adding meteorite powder to the gun head, only that gun is better than this axe."

Speaking of this, the flesh on the old man's face twitched a little, his eyes focused on the tea bag in Wang Ling's hand for a while, then he waved his hand and sighed: "That Panlong gun is placed in the back room, it weighs sixty-two kilograms, I will take it. Don't move, it's useless to keep it anyway, you can only bring it into the coffin, you can get it yourself."

"Wait, what I want is an iron rod!"

"There is no iron rod, only iron spears!" the old man said angrily.

Wang Ling was silent for a while, and put the tea bag on the table. The old man was busy grabbing a handful of treasures, opened the tea bag with trembling, stared at the tea in it, and sighed, "Good tea, good tea. This is the second time in my life that I have seen such good tea, and I never imagined that I could still drink such good tea and close my eyes when entering the coffin!"

Hearing the old man's sigh, Wang Ling also sighed in his heart. He walked into the back room and saw a large all-steel iron gun lying horizontally on a wooden stand. This gun was two meters long, which was taller than his height. Go higher! The gun body is slightly thinner than the mouth of the small wine glass, and there are no decorations such as tassels all over the body, which is simple and clear.

The color of the gun body is cyan - iron has been smelted into steel for a long time, and the steel has been smelted for a long time to be soft and pure, and then smelted into blue. Beautiful jade! The tip of the spear tip was a little red in the cyan color. Wang Ling knew that this should be what the old man was referring to, the reason for adding meteorite powder to the spear tip.

As for why this gun is called the "Panlong Gun", Wang Ling understood the moment he saw the gun. It turned out that countless fine granular black iron powder was melted into the gun body, winding into a curve, and it looked like a Only the long oolong is coiled on the gun, with the blue gun body and the blue-red gun head, it looks both delicate and murderous!

Wang Ling went up, took the 62-pound gun in his hand, and found that the black dragon, increased the friction between the hand and the gun, and used more force than the smooth gun body, and after piercing the human body, the iron powder It will leave rust and make the wound difficult to heal. From this, it can be seen that this old man is indeed a true blacksmith!

Using the dream badge, he found out the data of this weapon:

"Panlong spear: type: weapon; evaluation: d; attribute: blue equipment; attack: 87-121; ability: strength +8, damage +5%, the wound is not easy to heal. Equipment requirements: strength: 25, physical strength: 27 , Basic Stamina lv4."

"Description: A cold weapon made of smelted iron, meteorite powder, and black iron powder, a work forged by an old blacksmith with painstaking efforts."

Holding the gun, Wang Ling was extremely shocked. This is actually a blue weapon with a D-rank rating, and there is no limit that cannot be brought out of the plot world! Unexpectedly, the basic attack value of this weapon is so high, which is much higher than the attack of the white iron musket! It is no wonder that such a thick iron gun, after being stabbed into the human body, is naturally much higher than the damage of a musket lead bullet!