Bald, an old man who is over the age of old, he is an iron striker in the village, but he has a very domineering name, Sea Overlord. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yes, it's so domineering, everyone in the village calls him an old blacksmith, but Wei Zhuang keeps calling him bald, because the sea overlord is bald, smooth, like a light bulb.

For this master, Wei Zhuang is very respectful, respectful from the bottom of his heart, but the two have the same temperament, there is no taboo between each other, and they speak and do things very casually, unlike master and apprentice, more like two New Year's friends.

Wei Zhuang knew in his heart that this master of his was a person with real skills, whether it was the martial arts realm or the magical iron-striking skills.

Blacksmith, also known as a profession, caster, is a highly respected profession on earth.

Weapons forged from the hands of forgers are divided into mortal weapons, human weapons, earth weapons, celestial weapons, and divine weapons.

Mortal weapons, blowing short hair, cutting gold and cutting iron, are killing weapons, and are generally used by warriors below the first-class realm.

The human weapon has the function of carrying vitality, and if the innate master has a human weapon that suits him in his hand, his combat power is enough to double it.

The earth has a spirit, and the spirit is spirituality, which can be incorporated into the body by the warrior.

The heavenly weapon has a soul, and the soul is the soul, and it already has its own spiritual wisdom, and even its wisdom is not inferior to others.

To take an analogy, the earthly tools are equivalent to plants and trees, although they have spirituality, but they have no thoughts, while the heavenly tools, which are animals, know how to think, learn, and evolve.

Artifact, that's already an alternative lifeform. The only divine weapon known on the earth, except for the nine artifacts that flew that day, had never heard of that Casting Grandmaster casting an artifact.

Not to mention an artifact, even if it is a celestial artifact, it is very rare.

The old blacksmith's blacksmith's blacksmith is not far from Weizhuang's home, a few minutes away.

The blacksmith is made of mud, not very big, the light is dim, Wei Zhuang enters the inside, first feels a cool air, makes people feel calm.

The casting table, in another compartment, was surprisingly hot, a dry heat. The whole room is two heavens of ice and fire!

Jingle Bell!!

A rhythmic beating sound came from the compartment, and Wei Zhuang knew that the bald man was building weapons again.

The pace of his feet couldn't help but quicken.

"Bald, how can you have the leisure to strike iron today!"

Wei Zhuang glanced at the old blacksmith who was forging a broadsword, and his bare upper body was already sweating profusely due to the effect of the furnace fire and wielding the hammer, and it looked like it had been smeared with a layer of oil.

"You monkey, you haven't come here to help. ”

The old blacksmith shouted at Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang did not hesitate, and took over the sledgehammer weighing dozens of catties at the moment when the old blacksmith raised the hammer after beating.

Jingle !!

Mars in all directions. During the whole process, the two connected without suffocation, as if they had experienced countless times.

You must know that the caster is very taboo for them to change hands in the process of casting, and if you are not careful, the weapon in your hand will be destroyed in quality, or even become a scrap.

Wei Zhuang naturally took over the work of the old blacksmith, the rhythm remained the same, and they completed the connection perfectly.

"Old man, old man, it's hard to even lift a hammer now. ”

The old blacksmith took the water towel, wiped the sweat from his body, and sighed again and again.

"Old, bald, when did you learn to joke, this is not your style!"

"What do you know about this leather monkey, even if I don't admit it, I can't beat this hateful pig-killing knife at this time!"

"Yo, it seems that I haven't seen you for a few days, your consciousness is a little higher, tell me, did you peek at the big white ass of the flower lady next door and found it out?"

Wei Zhuang teased.

Wei Zhuang and Bald, the two of them also know the roots, think about him, he is an old man, he is not old-hearted, and his lust and courage are not weaker than that of young people.

Usually nothing to do, I like to walk around the most, of course, it is to go to a crowded place to see those young and energetic girls, and the white thighs.

Of course, the most frequented by the bald head is the flower lady next door. According to the bald man's own revelations, the ass was as white as snow.

As for whether this is really the case, Wei Zhuang doesn't know, after all, he doesn't have the hobby to peep at a half-old MILF.

"Phew, that kind of thing can happen to Lao Tzu. ”

The bald head seemed to have been poked in the sore spot, but what he said was righteous words, but the wrinkled old face was a rare red.

"Hehe, no, you know. ”

He didn't understand the baldness, an old face was as thick as the wall, and now it could make him blush, and he must be greasy.

"Bald, take it easy, don't be tired and fall on someone's bed at that time, I won't collect the body for you, I can't afford to lose that face. ”

The old blacksmith fell silent, looking at Wei Zhuang's back wielding a hammer, and a touch of sentimentality appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"Leather Monkey, today I will pass on the secret of you and me, Ninety-Nine Thunder Hammer!"

"Alas, don't, that's what you can pass on to me before you die, I said bald, today you are a little abnormal, always say something fast, you don't really want me to collect your body, I'll tell you, no way!"

"Leather monkey, even if you don't want to collect my corpse anymore, it's impossible, alas, my deadline is coming, old man!"

Youyou sighed for a long time, the old blacksmith lowered his hand, he was very calm in the face of the limit, but he was reluctant in his heart, Wei Zhuang was like his grandson, he was reluctant to close his eyes, and let Wei Zhuang bear this grief alone.

When!

The hammer fell on the broadsword and was never raised again, and Wei Zhuang froze there as if struck by lightning.

"Bald, what nonsense are you talking about! I promise to live a long life and live to the day when I become a human being!"

Wei Zhuang was excited, he could feel it from the bald man, he wasn't joking.

"Da limit! Fuck you Da Li! You have to live me to be a hundred years old, no, I have to live longer than Lao Tzu, I don't hear you. Let me tell you, if you die, Lao Tzu will never collect your body, so that you will not be able to live in peace. ”

Wei Zhuang's heart seemed to be pinched hard, and a wave of grief surged into his heart, and his bald words made him feel suffocated, almost roaring.

"Alas, aren't you curious why I have great strength, but I nest in this small mountain village where birds don't, I'll tell you today, because I'm seriously injured, and my whole body is suppressing the injury, and it's already a gift from God to live until now. ”

"No, no, bald, tell me quickly, you're lying to me, hehe, you're bald, I've been deceived by you. I'm not going to take your word for it. ”

Wei Zhuang is like a child who has done something wrong, the six gods have no master, and he keeps shouting that he doesn't believe it, but the tears on his face are flowing down unhappily.

"What are you crying about, it's just a matter of time and time, I can live until now, I've earned it, don't you mean a manly man, no matter how hard and tired and painful it is, don't you just run cat urine like a girl, put away your look of dying. ”

The old blacksmith scolded loudly, but he himself was already in tears, and his hands were trembling, while Wei Zhuang was already crying and grief-stricken.

The relationship between the two is only known to them, who can watch each other sit and wait for death and be indifferent?

"Master, how long do you have left?"

Wei Zhuang forcibly endured the feeling of suffocation and asked.

"Three days!"

Tears welled up again, and he was ready in his heart, but, why three days, why only three days, the little strength that had just sprung up collapsed again.

Just when he was grieving, the vitality in his body was running wildly, and the speed was two, three, ten times faster than usual...

Wow!

The chaotic vitality scurried through the body, and it spewed out a mouthful of blood as if it were in a rage.

A sharp pain tugged at the nerves, and the handsome face was distorted, and the eyes were red.

The old blacksmith was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was even more uncomfortable.

"Alas, idiot, idiot, life and death are fate, why should you be persistent. ”

"Master, how can you let me not be attached, you are my relative, except for my mother, the best person for me! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wei Zhuang grabbed the old blacksmith's arm tightly and shouted hysterically.

"Telling you nothing will change anything, it will only make you more troubled, and it is better to make you know nothing. ”

The old blacksmith took Wei Zhuang's hand, and the bubbling vitality poured into his body, trying to correct the disordered vitality in his body.

Hmmm!What's going on?

The old blacksmith retracted his hands as if he had been electrocuted, and his cloudy eyes were full of wonder and surprise.

The old blacksmith frowned, his vitality was actually rejected by the vitality in Wei Zhuang's body, or it was leading, as if his vitality was a soldier, and Wei Zhuang's vitality was a general.

His own vitality poured into Wei Zhuang's body, which instead contributed to the tendency to go mad.

Such a strange scene made him puzzled. Seeing Wei Zhuang's increasingly violent vitality, he had no choice but to forcibly knock Wei Zhuang unconscious.

"Alas, the stinky boys are all congenital, I didn't even notice it, it's really incompetent!"

With a long sigh, the old blacksmith picked up Wei Zhuang and walked outside!

・・・・・・

In a coma, Wei Zhuang only felt that he had come to a brilliant starry sky, quiet, deep, and boundless, as if he had all kinds of magical powers.

In the bright starry sky, there is a beautiful Milky Way, like a gauze as thin as a cicada's wings, decorated with jewel-like glimmers.

Wei Zhuang looked up at the Milky Way fixedly, his eyes reflected the Milky Way in front of him, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, thoughtless, and ethereal.

At this moment, a strange scene appeared in the eyes of the reflected galaxy.

The Milky Way flows, with the center of the pupil as the point, and begins to magically rotate, like a whirlpool.

"Make・・Chemical・・・Furnace !!"