At this moment, he felt drunk, and even felt that he was not suitable for drinking, just after a few sips, he felt that his eyes were a little hazy, which he had never felt before. [Latest chapter reading.]

"I, Mu Hao, chose to turn into a fan, but it seems that I am even more distant from the gods..."Mu Hao sat up, and then, picked up the knife in the bamboo basket, and carved a line of words on the top of this mountain peak, next to the stone on the side.

Looking at the stone, Mu Hao smiled, he stood up, and on the top of this peak, he roared violently.

"Ahh

......

He, gone, did not go to Yigoucheng, but chose the countryside, probably because of the physique, eating one meal a day can solve the problem of food and clothing, a few months later, Mu Hao came to a village, in this village, took root.

Mu Hao spent the last money in this village and hired someone to build a wooden house, and even in the future, he didn't know how to spend it, his money was already very little, and he only ate one meal a day, otherwise, even half a month would not be able to survive.

"I heard that there is an old blacksmith in the village who wants to take in an apprentice, I don't know, can you take a fancy to me..."

This village, called Qingshan Village, is surrounded by mountains and is extremely remote, but because of this, the people here do not have too many distractions, and most of them are friendly.

You can hear it from afar, the sound of tinkling iron, this sound, Mu Hao heard, not harsh, on the contrary, with a certain melody.

In front of Mu Hao, there was a somewhat strange room, surrounded by ice blades, and at the door, there was a long spear with a pitch-black body, and the tip of the spear was sharp and restrained.

Mu Hao yelled two words at the door, but no one answered, it should have been overshadowed by the sound of striking iron, Mu Hao hesitated and walked in.

The temperature of this courtyard is much higher than that outside, Mu Hao saw an old man, who looked quite strong, raised the heavy hammer, and smashed down a red sword on the stone, and I don't know how long it took, only then did he notice Mu Hao.

His sword, too, has been completed.

"Old man, I'm in the middle of nowhere, I heard that you want to accept apprentices, I don't know what to do..." Mu Hao bowed sincerely, the old man didn't speak, but picked up a cigarette and smoked, and then walked to Mu Hao's side and looked up and down.

"Striking iron is a hard work, and it is difficult to persevere..."The old man said earnestly, but in Mu Hao's eyes, his gaze was still firm, and this scene made him slightly moved.

"Although I am a scholar, I still have the strength..."Mu Hao spoke again, and even in his tone, he was more respectful.

"What do you think is the focus of striking iron?" The old man looked at Mu Hao at this moment, took a puff of cigarette, and asked with solemnity.

"Striking iron is shaping ......" Mu Hao has never struck iron, let alone understands the meaning, so he said it casually at this moment.

"Wrong, very wrong..."

"If the heart is not right, the soldiers are not good, my old craftsman Chen has been fighting iron all his life in this village, but he has not played a weapon, there is a sharp weapon..."

"If I don't kill in my heart, then my weapon is not suitable for killing..." After the old man finished speaking at this moment, Mu Hao's eyes immediately showed essence, as if these words were very reasonable.

"Senior, what is a god in your eyes..."

After Mu Hao hesitated, he spoke, he felt more and more that this old man was different, and he was very different from those mortals.

"In my eyes, no... Gods..."

The old man shook his head, but after saying this, Mu Hao was even more shaken here, as if he had grasped something, but he couldn't catch it.

"I once saw an immortal, at that time, I thought it was a god, until I saw the fall of an immortal, then I felt that he and I were just people with different paths."

Mu Hao was shocked at the moment, for the first time, he listened to a mortal and look at the monk like this, after all, the existence of the monk is to go against the sky, and it is far from a mortal, but the old man in front of him sees it differently.

"Fifty spirit coins, a month, young man, do you want to do it?" the old man looked at Mu Hao at this moment, shook the cigarette in his hand, and spoke again.

"Do..."

"Come here tomorrow, prepare well today, it's not easy to strike iron, work hard, this bowl of rice, it's still okay..."The old man nodded, and continued to strike iron, Mu Hao saw this, and didn't bother, after explaining two sentences, he turned around and left, and when he turned around, he saw that in the corner of this courtyard, there was a pitch-black knife, but the knife had no edge.

Until Mu Hao, out of the courtyard, here, is the entrance of the village, in front of the village, there is a stream, next to the stream, there is an ancient tree, under the ancient tree, there is a swing, hanging on a thick branch.

At this moment, on this swing, there is a woman, swinging, looking at the sky in front of her, Mu Hao hesitated and walked over.

Even until Mu Hao walked next to the woman, the woman didn't notice it at all.

"Girl, what are you looking at..."Mu Hao asked softly, but after asking, this woman did not answer at all, and even Mu Hao did not look at it.

"In the lower meander, I don't know the girl's name..."Mu Hao's voice was a little louder, and it was quiet here, this voice was not small, but the woman still didn't look at Mu Hao.

After Mu Hao hesitated, he patted the woman's shoulder, and under this pat, the woman suddenly turned her head to see that Mu Hao at this moment immediately stayed there.

This woman's appearance is not beautiful, but that breath gives people a pure beauty, her appearance is delicate, and she has a dusty temperament, even if the clothes on her body are simple, she can't resist the momentum.

When the woman saw Mu Hao, she also blushed, but she didn't avoid it, but raised her hand, pointed to her mouth and ears, and waved her hand again, signaling herself that she couldn't speak or hear the sound.

This scene made Mu Hao silent, he didn't know what this woman had experienced, and he didn't know how she had spent all these years.

"Mortals are only a hundred years, maybe when I realize the gods, this woman will have to wait for twenty years, and she has already passed the age of prosperity..."Mu Hao sighed, if he had cultivation, he could be cured, but now, even the power of the physical body has been sealed, and he is helpless.

The woman, however, smiled, stopped the swing, and when she came down, she picked up a branch and wrote on the ground.

"My name is Lingxi, what about you..."

Mu Hao looked at the crooked font, but he exuded an unyielding aura, perhaps, because of this woman's experience.

Mu Hao also squatted down, picked up a branch, and talked to Lingxi, until the end, he knew that this Lingxi, originally not like this, was hit by a passing carriage when he was young, although he lost a lot of property, but from then on, he couldn't hear the sound, and he became a mute.

She couldn't say what she wanted to say, and even the baby kiss she had set since she was a child, because of this change, it was canceled by force.

This swing was made by her alone, and many times, she was under this ancient tree, swinging, looking at the sky, thinking about things.

She has studied, she doesn't know many words, but she can also communicate, this swing is not big, but she can also sit on two people, Lingxi has no friends for a long time, and other peers are laughing at her, only Mu Hao has no shy side.

On this day, on the swing, there was one more person, Mu Hao had no other thoughts, but Lingxi's face, I don't know if it was under the sunset, or for other reasons, turned slightly red.

Mu Hao also sighed, mortals, and mortals are unsatisfactory, compared to monks, it is even more difficult to reverse.

The next day, Mu Hao came as promised, the old man, did not teach him anything, but struck the iron himself, and did not even let Mu Hao do it, just let him see, this look is a day.

At sunset, at the entrance of the village, under the ancient tree, Lingxi was still there, and Mu Hao also went up to chat with her, for him, this may be Fan.

This kind of day, a month passed.

In this month, Mu Hao didn't move his hand once, but he got the salary he should get, he went to ask why this was the case, the old man didn't speak, but his face was more solemn.

Every day, at the entrance of the village, under the sunset, there is a man and a woman, swinging, and from time to time there is a silver bell-like laughter, and this voice, most of them are girls' voices.

Her smile increased, and even in the end, she no longer wrote on the branch, but on Mu Hao's back, until, above the palm of his hand.

Mu Hao gradually felt that she was a little different.

It's still dusty, it's still moving, but in the eyes, there is a little more color.

It wasn't until Mu Hao got two months' wages that there were more doubts in his eyes, because the old man still didn't let him do it, just let him watch from the sidelines.

Even all the actions, Mu Hao here, already knew it, and even the timing was written down one by one, but the master still didn't let him do it, even if he asked a question, he didn't say anything.

At this moment, it has entered the winter, Mu Hao's physique is much better than that of the people in the village, most of the people have already known him, but they didn't expect that a scholar would come to do this kind of rough work.

Lingxi's parents also noticed Mu Hao, and when they thought of Lingxi's experience, the two secretly blamed themselves, this time, they didn't bother Lingxi, and similarly, they didn't bother Mu Hao.

To this day, the old man called Mu Hao out.

He handed Mu Hao an iron rod.

"For the next time, you will be responsible for turning this iron rod into a knife, and I will give it to you, half a year..."

"It's still a knife without a blade"

The old man spoke again, and even went to the city to buy a set of iron-striking equipment, Mu Hao even felt that half a month would be enough, why, it needs to be given for half a year.

After watching the old man's two months of iron-striking, even the techniques were observed one by one, he had confidence, but after a try, he felt that this iron-striking was a craft.

At the entrance of the village, the sound of striking iron tinkled continuously, and it would not stop until the sunset, and the old man did not observe Mu Hao, he said that half a year, that is, half a year.

(I've been thinking about changing the style.,Wrote a few chapters.,Humorous and cool writing or something.,Later, it was all deleted.,After thinking about it.,It's better to keep the original.,The basic style is stereotyped... ）

(I'm very busy with my relatives, so I don't have too much time to write, so I fixed the time in a few days, and I apologized for the delay)

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