Li Yuhong walked towards his ancestral home, where his parents had died when he was young. This house is also the only thought left to him by his parents, he originally thought that he would never have the opportunity to live in the ancestral house again, but the world is unpredictable, and he may have to spend the rest of his life here.

"Dangdang. He walked to the ancestral house, and was about to enter, when suddenly the sound of gold and iron came to his ears. The sound was crisp and pleasant, and it did not disturb the tranquility of the village at all.

"When is there a blacksmith in this village?" Li Yuhong was a little puzzled, Lijia Village is not big, there are only dozens of people, where will there be a need for blacksmiths, what iron tools are on weekdays, just let people bring them from the city.

He looked to the side, and not far from his ancestral house was a small house, similar to the other houses in the village, with a layer of mud on all sides and a layer of thatch on top.

The place where this Lijia village is located is close to the volcano, although it has not erupted for a long time, but there is abundant geothermal heat, even if it is just such a simple house, there is no need to worry about freezing in winter.

"Good steel. Li Yuhong noticed at a glance the steel that the blacksmith put aside, and every piece of steel was beaten into a square ingot. It is dark and non-reflective, with a hint of purple, if you look carefully at the steel ingot, there are even spiral patterns on it, at least it is also a thousand forged steel.

This kind of craftsmanship is put in the city, and the business will definitely be very hot. Could it be that this blacksmith has a broken brain? He actually opened a blacksmith shop in Lijia Village, who can afford it?

He looked at the blacksmith, who was very young. Too young to believe that he was a skilled blacksmith. The hands are very slender and fair, so white that people don't even believe that he is a blacksmith.

At this time. The man was smashing the iron on the cutting board, which had just been taken out of the furnace. At this time, it was steaming red, and every time it was smashed, a large number of sparks burst out.

The movement is full of a sense of beauty of power, and each blow seems to impact the human heart, making people feel that they have been washed.

"Dangdang. For a while, Li Yuhong was a little stupid when he heard it, as if his soul was about to be dragged out. "Boom. Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and his heart shook. Instantly sobered up.

"It's thunder, it looks like it's going to rain. Li Yuhong scratched his head, looked at the sky again, and said with some smugness.

He turned and pushed the ancestral house open and walked in, what had just happened was just a small episode, and he quickly forgot about it.

In the blacksmith shop outside the "......", there was a last crunch sound. The blacksmith grabbed aside the boxy ingot.

The temperature on the iron ingot was extremely high, and it was still reddish, but the young blacksmith's hand grabbed it so casually that it didn't seem to be hot at all.

"It's going to rain. The young blacksmith looked at the sky. Grab one end of the iron furnace and pull it towards the shed. Not to mention how high the surface temperature of this iron furnace is, just the weight. Not less than a thousand pounds, the blacksmith will take it. It's like holding a bowl for eating.

After cleaning up the stove, the blacksmith began to install the door panel piece by piece. When the last door panel was placed, there was a click of lightning outside, and a torrential rain fell to the ground.

Inside the house, it is very simple, only an old table and an equally old wooden bed, and a quilt is placed on the bed, which is no different from ordinary mountain village people.

On the table, an oil lamp was burning, as yellow as a bean, and outside was pouring rain, only a few feet apart, but they were already two very different worlds.

"The rise and fall of the sun and the moon, the movement of the morning and the twilight, is originally the most natural law between heaven and earth, the stronger this strength, these things are forgotten. Cheng Daonan sat next to the table, savoring everything in this small mountain village, and then shook his head slightly.

When he came to this Lijia Village, his purpose was to comprehend the momentum of this volcano, integrate his own cultivation, and turn it into a golden pill. But he has been here for several months, and he has not gained the slightest.

He had long known the momentum of the volcano, but if he wanted to refine and cultivate, he was much worse. It's like the flame of a candle can't melt a steel ingot.

The cultivation was fruitless, and he was not discouraged, so he simply lived in this Li family village. The villagers here are very simple, just like his hometown when he was a child, which makes Cheng Daonan very kind.

He also opened a blacksmith shop, which looked the same as Cheng Gui's blacksmith shop back then, and even the way of striking iron was taught to him by Cheng Gui back then.

As Li Yuhong imagined, opening a blacksmith shop in such a small mountain village is definitely a loss-making business. Because these villagers can't afford to buy such high-end ironware.

But Cheng Daonan is not to make money, this kind of thousand-forged iron is only sold according to the market price of ordinary iron. Such a good ironware is still sold so cheaply, the villagers are naturally happy to buy it, some of them have active brains, and they also bought a lot of his ironware, and then took it to the city to sell, making a lot of money. Of course, the hearts of the people here are simple in the end, and after they made money, they still wanted to give Cheng Daonan a copy, but they were rejected by Cheng Daonan.

Because of Cheng Daonan's generosity, these already hospitable villagers completely regarded Cheng Daonan as their own, and they saw that Cheng Daonan didn't open a gang on weekdays, so they pulled him to their own house to eat.

Cheng Daonan is also happy, he only needs to take some Bigu pills to practice on weekdays, but now that someone is invited to eat, he naturally does not refuse.

The food in the mundane world was full of impurities for Cheng Daonan's pure body, but he ate it with relish, as if he was taking some kind of panacea, and he didn't have the slightest dislike.

As time passed, he found that the cultivation in his body had not decreased, but had a tendency to condense. At this time, a little realization rose in his heart.

The momentum of the volcano enters the body, and the pattern is too small after all. If you want to turn into the momentum, you have to turn the momentum of the world into the body, because the world is a real big oven.

The red dust is chaotic, people's hearts are different, and it is most indistinguishable from each other. Just like those eminent monks who practice the true meaning of cause and effect, if they want to reach a higher realm, they have to enter the world and experience the chaotic cause and effect of human feelings.

Although Lijia Village is only a small mountain village, it makes Cheng Daonan sense a trace of red dust like fire, refining the smell of gold pills. What a situation it would be if you really entered the world? (To be continued.) )