By the time Zhang Wuregret pushed the cart to the grave outside the town, it was already after noon, and said hello to Uncle Wu, who was guarding the tomb, Zhang Wuregret went to the tomb where his parents were, took out the bucket and rag that had been prepared long ago, and gently wiped the tombstone.

"Dad, mother, I've come to see you. Zhang Wuregret wiped the tombstone clean, put the incense candles and other things on the table, knelt down gently, kowtowed three times, and then looked at the plain tombstone in front of him speechlessly.

The shape of the tombstone is not even luxurious, or even simple, just a square stone tablet with two lines of text engraved on it: "Wife Liu's husband Zhang's", and even the names of the two are not written.

"Dad, you are really, obviously always boasting that your craftsmanship is the best in the town, why can't you repair your tombstone well?" Although Zhang Wuregret complained, his eyes were full of sadness, although his father was very strict with him since he was a child, although he had never seen his mother since he could remember, but since his father left, Zhang Wuregret has always returned to the blacksmith shop where he has only his own, and his heart still longs for him to have a family, and it is not easy to have a home with only one person no matter what.

"Zhang Wuregret, if you can't memorize this Qingjing Sutra today, you don't have to eat!!" Zhang Wuregret seems to have returned to the past, when he was only four years old, his father was holding an emerald green ring ruler, looking at Zhang Wuregret who was carrying the Qingjing Sutra with a sad face.

"Hey, Dad, it's not me talking about you, I'm just born at the peak of the forging realm, I can run around on the ground at the age of one, and you don't have to let me memorize those poems, Buddhism and Taoist classics since I was two years old. Zhang Wuregret sighed softly, took out a pot of sorghum stuffed sorghum that his father liked, and gently poured it on the ground in front of him, and he also opened a pot by himself and drank it slowly, Feng Er next door has married a wife this year, I don't have anything to drink, Zhang Wuregret comforted himself.

"Hehe, even if I memorize so many books, I'm not the same as the nerd Kong on the street, and I really can't learn his crepe energy. Zhang Wuregret gently rubbed his nose and told himself that his eyes were a little sour because he was choking on drinking, "Dad, tell me, why did you let me memorize so many books in the first place? You are an ironworker, just teach me to strike iron, you can still make money, and you don't have to memorize those boring and obscure poetry classics." ”

"Mom, don't blame Dad, today is a special day, you let him drink. Zhang Wuregret said to the other name of the tombstone: "They all said that I was disabled, and I followed my father, who was five big and three thick, not you, I heard them say some time ago that you were the best-looking person in town." ”

"But I think I'm okay-looking, you see that the good-looking girls in the town like to play with me, which proves that I'm not that ugly, right?" Zhang Wuregret touched his chin that was a little stubble just now, and said with a soft smile: "In the first two years, I didn't adapt to it, and I didn't dare to spend the New Year at home alone, every time I heard the sound of firecrackers outside, I felt like I was missing a piece in my heart, empty, and very uncomfortable, but I think it should be better this year." Zhang Wuregret watched all the paper money turn into ashes in the flames, and said softly: "I always have to learn to adapt, isn't it, besides, my wrought iron body is about to enter the consummation, at most next month, I will be able to reach the realm that my father requires to be achieved before the age of eighteen, how about it, am I still working hard?"

Even if he knew that no one responded to him at all, but Zhang Wuregret still kept chattering, thinking of what to say, if the people in the town saw that Zhang Wuregret, who was a little silent on weekdays, could say so, it is estimated that they would wonder if Zhang Wuregret was crazy, and time was quietly passing, in the autumn days, the evening always came faster, and a cool cold wind blew through the tomb, and Zhang Wuregret finally said that the paper money, incense and candles were all burned clean.

"Okay, okay, after all that, I guess you're all annoyed when you hear it, anyway, it's all trivial things, there isn't even a single immortal cultivator in the town, I wonder if the stories my dad told me were meant to amuse me at the time. Zhang Wuregret stood up and said softly: "Mother, you talk about my father, every day in addition to striking iron, there are only two things to drink and beat me, I will now go to forging silver now, I have a headache when I think of the silver I need, you have to talk about him." ”

"Okay, then I'll go back first, I heard Mayor Wang say that the town has not been particularly peaceful recently, and there is a wave of demon beasts on the mountains in the distance who don't know what reason, they have come to the vicinity of the town, and he is organizing good men to go out of the city to exterminate the demon beasts, I better go back early, after all, I don't want to cause trouble." Zhang Wuregret gently flicked off the ash on his burlap pants, and slowly pushed the cart back to the town.

Ate a little food hastily, let the wine on his body completely dissipate, Zhang Wuregret also sat silently in the courtyard of the blacksmith shop, slowly adjusted his mentality and physical strength, after everything returned to normal, Zhang Wuregret got up and walked into the underground of the blacksmith shop, a secret room specially built by his father Zhang Shaoshan.

"Okay, the last time is almost fused, and it's time to take that step today. Zhang Wuregret cheered himself up, took off the linen clothes on his body, revealing the strong muscles inside, and at the same time began to add fire to the stove, the basement that was originally a little dim because there were only a few night pearls instantly brightened, according to the father, the furnace made of extraterrestrial meteorites was filled with scorching flames, reflecting Zhang Wuregret's face, and also reflecting the hammer and pliers in Zhang Wuregret's hand, and the two tools that seemed to have no characteristics also emitted a faint light because they were held in Zhang Wuregret's hand.

"Hey!" Zhang Wuregret took out the iron when it was burned red, and then let out a low cry, and slashed hard with the machete that had been prepared a long time ago, and with the sound of the curling blade, Zhang Wuregret also smoothly cut a big hole in his arm.

"Tsk, it's broken again, it looks like it's time to get into the forged silver body and make a good weapon. Zhang Wuregret casually threw the discarded machete in the corner, and let the blood pour into the hot iron, and the strange thing is that when the blood touched the hot iron, it was not roasted dry, but instead drilled into the inside of the hot iron, and Zhang Wuregret was not surprised by this phenomenon, but just grinned.

"Let's go!"