Three years have passed in the blink of an eye!

Lin's father and Lin's mother are also old, at the end of these three years, Lin's father was burned by the fire in the furnace in the process of helping people build swords, resulting in inability to work, plus he is old, his body gradually began to decline, and he often fell ill. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lu Qingyun had to close Father Lin's blacksmith shop first and let him cultivate at home, but he knew that Father Lin's deadline was approaching.

As for Mother Lin, because she had a strange illness when she was pregnant with Lin Zihao, she had sequelae, and now it is beginning to be revealed.

And in the past three years, as his understanding of the way of cultivating immortals has become deeper and deeper, his doppelganger has restored his cultivation to the five-star divine weapon realm, so he will also use his source power from time to time to help Father Lin and Mother Lin relieve their pain.

But it can only be relieved, not only Father Lin, but Mother Lin's longevity is not much left.

This is the fate of mortals, short, hurried decades, and it has come to an end!

And in the past three years, he found that the three divine transformations could be successfully performed on him again, not as painful as when they were cast, and even the third divine transformation could not be carried out for a while, and after thinking about it, he thought that it might be due to the damage of his original body, and unconsciously broke through a certain limitation.

It is this kind of restricted contact that allows his doppelganger to perform it again, and faintly surpasses it!

In the next four years, Lin's father's eye disease became more and more serious, until he completely lost his light, and this year, Lin's mother's body deteriorated sharply, and several serious illnesses in a row almost hollowed her out, so at the end of the year, Lin's mother was one step ahead of Lin's father and left this world.

Under such a blow, Father Lin's body is also getting worse day by day, but because he is concerned about Lin Zihao, he has always insisted, he wants to see the day when Lin Zihao starts a family.

Three years after Lin's mother passed away, there was a sudden period of time, Lin's father's health improved slightly, and Lu Qingyun decided to let Lin's father leave with peace of mind, so he supported Lin's father and came to the blacksmith shop that had not been opened for many years.

Although this blacksmith shop has not been opened for many years, every once in a while, Lu Qingyun will come here and clean it thoroughly, and he will personally wipe the dust left on every piece of iron that Father Lin has built.

So at this moment, when Lu Qingyun came to this blacksmith shop and opened the wooden door, there was not much change from what he saw when he first saw Father Lin's cast iron nine years ago.

The pieces of iron hanging on the walls are still brightly colored, as if they were newly cast.

Lu Qingyun helped Father Lin to the blacksmith's shop, brought out a stool, and asked him to sit as far away from the stove as possible, and after doing this, he put on the leather coat that Father Lin had worn with cast iron before, lit the fire in the furnace, and threw a piece of iron into the flame to burn.

There was a snorting explosion sound in the furnace from time to time, and Lu Qingyun began to learn from Father Lin back then, turning the piece of iron over and over in the furnace fire.

I don't know how long it burned, but when the iron was completely red, he took it out with a pair of pliers, picked up the hammer, and began to hammer it one by one.

"Alas"

Father Lin on the side let out a sigh, he has been on the road of cast iron all his life, only since he suffered from eye disease, he has never touched it again, at this moment when he heard the percussion sound one by one, as if he was enjoying a beautiful music, his face looked much better.

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, he only needed to hear this sound and rhythm to know how many layers of fire the cast iron man had, so he hurriedly began to instruct.

"The pace of the hammer must not be too fast, impatience will make the cast iron easy to fork!"

After a while, he added, "Now the force can be lightened a little, and the rhythm can be slowed down a little, so that the iron can be more flexible!" ”

In this way, under his constant prompting, Lu Qingyun also has a personal experience of the way of iron casting, in this process, it is not only a change of mentality, but also a kind of perception of his own!

This kind of perception is indispensable for both mortals and monks.

In Father Lin's look of enjoyment, a few hours passed unconsciously, and the first piece of iron cast by Lu Qingyun himself had begun to take shape, and he was about to continue, when Father Lin on the side suddenly coughed violently.

Lu Qingyun had no choice but to put down the iron weapon in his hand, came to Father Lin's side, and instilled source power into his body.

A mortal's body can't bear too much, so he is especially careful every time he instills, for fear of hurting Father Lin.

After a while, Father Lin's health improved slightly, and Lu Qingyun wanted to help him go back to rest, but Father Lin insisted that he forge this sword first.

Lu Qingyun had no choice but to comply, he began to carefully continue to polish, and Father Lin's expression became a little nervous, or it was a kind of expectation.

In this way, knowing that when the sun was setting, Xiao Qingyun finally completed the first sword he had built with his own hands, he took out a sword hilt and pressed it on it, then took out the sandpaper, and wiped it along the sword body, so that the sword body was like a mirror, and the face that did not go was clearly reflected in it.

"Dad, it's alright!"

Lu Qingyun looked at Father Lin with some excitement, but the moment his eyes fell on Father Lin, his body trembled, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a sonorous sound.

"Daddy..."

Lu Qingyun walked quickly to Father Lin, looking at his serene and slightly smiling face, his body was full of sadness.

Father Lin died, and at the same time as Lu Qingyun finished the sword, he left peacefully, and he had no regrets...

Xiao Qingyun also knew this, he picked up the sword, put it in the storage bag, closed the wooden door of the blacksmith shop, and left here with Father Lin on his back, and came to the tomb where Mother Lin was buried.

He buried Lin's father and Lin's mother together, and at the same time, he also put a strand of hair belonging to Lin Zihao into the tomb, so that their family would be together forever.

As for the tombstone, Lu Qingyun didn't write anything, as long as the family was together forever, there was no difference between writing and not writing.

In addition, Lu Qingyun also kowtowed three times in front of the tomb for Lin Zihao, which is the only thing he can do for this family, which also contains his guilt!

And then, Lu Qingyun did not leave immediately, he decided to keep filial piety for the second elder for three years, which was also to fulfill his promise to Lin Zihao.

Three years is just a blink of an eye for mortals, and even more so for Lu Qingyun.

Three years have passed in a flash, and in these three years, Lu Qingyun still lives in that ordinary courtyard, and he will still go to the blacksmith shop every once in a while to clean it thoroughly.

This habit has never been interrupted in the past three years of filial piety!

In the past three years, Lu Qingyun has also learned a lot, and he has become more determined in his goal, he wants to seek justice from the Golden Mile Sect, or the same sentence, even if he exerts his life's strength, he will destroy the Golden Mile Sect, and let the Golden Mile Sect pay the price for maintaining Jian Tainan and destroying his body at that time.

On the other hand, it was the seed of the Broken God in his soul, which he didn't believe could be eradicated!

At the end of the three-year filial piety period, the cultivation of the doppelganger of Lu Qingyun not only completely restored the cultivation of the year, but also through the perception of these years, he broke through the cultivation to the four-star god soldier realm.

And among them, he never used the leylines of the Juyuan Mountains and the bottle of divine water, completely relying on his own perception.

It was also after the expiration of the filial piety period that he returned to his original appearance and left this Sanhe town where he had lived for more than ten years!

He has reluctance and sorrow, but he has more and more important things to accomplish.

"In a blink of an eye, seventy-four years have passed since the incident of the Golden Mile Sect back then!"

Lu Qingyun glanced back at Sanhe Town, put aside the melancholy in his heart, filled his eyes with firmness again, and embarked on the journey again!

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