Blacksmiths have always been rigorous.

And the other party called it a miracle, an unprecedented magic soldier

And, I sincerely invite them to forge together on the mountain and witness the historic moment!

"They, really?"

Many of them were hoarse, shocked by the meaning.

The blacksmith, who had been hesitant to go to the mountains to explore the mysteries and seek their skills, was completely shaken.

As a forging artist, who wouldn't want to forge a great piece?

This is a fatal temptation.

And the sound of the dispute that broke out also rang out.

"Impossible!"

The chief blacksmith Zhang Jia said angrily: "I told you last time, they are demon cultivators, they may be forging with human lives, although I don't know where they got the means to get so many scholars."

Zhang Jinsheng still retorted angrily: "Nothing is impossible, don't use your narrow cognition to figure out the unknown, which will only make it seem that you are very ignorant and they must have just mastered a new technology."

The two stubborn old men quarreled again.

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly bent down and saluted: "Chief Zhang Jia, I'm sorry that we have been together for three thousand seven hundred and twenty-one years, and we have been fighting for more than three thousand seven hundred years Today, maybe we have to part ways."

The atmosphere was suddenly silent.

Zhang Jia's mouth opened wide, and his eloquent voice stopped: "Parting ways?"

"I'm not going to fight with you here anymore, I'm leaving this smithy."

Zhang Jinsheng's eyes looked at the burning furnace, and the old voice carried a bit of longing and longing.

"Three thousand seven hundred years ago, the two of us followed

"I'm supposed to go after what I want."

His voice was resolute, "I don't want my life to end here."

"These days, weapon blind boxes, drawing cards, and even the embers of the sword fairy have shown me a jerky but unprecedented path."

His voice suddenly became sonorous and powerful,

"They are full of passion and energy."

"The Sword Fairy told me that it was a group of blacksmiths who were desperate for forging, chasing the unknown path."

"I'm going to join them!"

He lived for more than 3,700 years, but he had not progressed for a long time.

The solidification of thinking and the technical barriers of the big family have made him unable to break the bottleneck for thousands of years.

Technical barriers can only be broken by genius.

In this life, what you can't comprehend is what you can't comprehend.

"I agree!"

The other old blacksmith nodded, and said with an excited expression:

"There are good and evil, good and evil! But how can a blacksmith who strikes iron distinguish between good and evil? To be able to forge such beautiful weapons as works of art, I am confident that they are full of passion."

The old blacksmiths around also expressed their wishes.

"You," Zhang Jia sighed.

It's not that he can't understand.

They are all too old, and when dreams are close at hand, many are willing to choose to give it a go.

"Hey, go ahead."

Zhang Jia sighed as if he was completely old, "I won't go, I want to sit in the family until the last moment, but you must be careful."

"At the same time, I will keep it a secret for you, and the younger generation of monks will not know where you are."

Collusion with Demon Cultivator in private.

When the news gets out, something big is going to happen

The wind was cold.

Outside Pyeongchang City.

Listening to the howling wind, a secret team is leaving the city.

They are a group of elderly blacksmiths, cloaked in black cloaks, who hide their whereabouts.

There is no option to go through the teleportation array.

The people of the Zhang family went over like this, it was too eye-catching, and it was obvious at a glance that there was collusion with the demon cultivator.

The deputy chief Zhang Jinsheng was a tall old man, with a soldier-like perseverance in his eyes, and he walked up

Meticulous and looks straight.

There were six people with him.

He and the two old blacksmiths next to him were in the Four Visceral Realm, and the rest were in the Five Body Realm Great Perfection.

Although he is not a combat-type monk and has almost no combat experience, he still has no protection from anyone.

This is low-key, but it is the safest.

"Good granddaughter, we're going out of town." Zhang Jinsheng stroked the storage bag on his waist, which contained a sledgehammer that had accompanied him for more than 2,000 years, "I'll go over and see the group of people you said."

"Hmm." When the Sword Fairy really arrived at this time, her conscience made her faintly ache, because their feelings and personalities were too real.

The sword fairy put aside her emotions and said, "I'll take you up the mountain."

The grandfather she recognizes is Zhang Jinsheng.

As she told the beauty of the villa again and again, the blood and hard work of the blacksmiths, the other party gradually developed a good impression of the villa.

He is a four-visceral realm, with a theoretical lifespan of 8,000 years.

He is only over 3,000 years old now, and according to this ratio, he should be in the prime of life.

But actually.

His peers are basically dead.

Zhang Jinsheng smiled, "We are the ones who live the longest with our auxiliary professions."

"The battle cultivators I know, the Zhang family, and even the other families are all dead, even if they are the Great Cultivators of the Three Yuan Realm, they don't live as long as me."

"They go out on adventures, they fight, and there is always a time when they miss."

His eyes flashed with remembrance, "You have to remember one sentence, when you pick up a butcher's knife, you will die under the butcher's knife."

Therefore, auxiliary professions are not necessarily a bad thing.

Practice quietly, have no quarrel with the world, and study what you like.

Even outlive others.

People are fighting for hegemony, and batches of new and old people have been replaced, but he is still alive.

"Then what about me, a combat monk, who has cultivated to the Four Visceral Realms and hid from the elderly?" The sword fairy said.

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly laughed:

"Hiding from retirement? As long as they are still in the Four Visceral Realm, there will still be unrefined internal organs, and when their internal organs wither and need to be replaced with magic weapons, they will be wasted! Spend resources all the time, and without financial resources, your savings will be depleted."

"Even if it's a family, they don't want to raise them as wasters, they can't help the family, and when the expenses are too big and the internal organs wither, natural death is the best thing to do."

"I'm also a waste, and my internal organs are removed."

"But I can live for 8,000 years, because all the knowledge, experience, technology, and experience of my brain will support me, and I am a living fossil called 'inheritance'."

"The Battle Monk is too rigid and easy to break, the peak period is short, and the older we are, the more precious we are, this is the amazing charm of the auxiliary class."

He sighed with a look on his face, "Even if it is the current crisis of extermination, it may not affect me, as long as I bow my head, kneel, and bend down, countless families will worship me and maintain a huge daily consumption, so that I can continue to live until the limit of 8,000 years."

The sword fairy was silent, "You can't leave the family, otherwise you wouldn't have ventured to come to this magic village."

"It's too old." Zhang Jinsheng sighed, "I have witnessed the rise and fall of the entire family, and I can't change the family anymore, and I have lived enough."

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly sneered:

"After more than 3,000 years of being a waste, what's the fun of living? I may have wanted to die a long time ago, but it was for the sake of my family that I have persevered until now."

"Don't underestimate the spiritual root of any auxiliary profession, even if it is Lingnong, you are a master of cultivating advanced spiritual roots, countless people are begging you, supporting you to live, and let you live to the limit of your theoretical lifespan!"

"You are the living tombstone of this family, and even if you die, they will find ways to increase the probability that you will become an ember, a living tomb, and a monument to the family's history."

"This is the way for our world, families, holy places, and sects to continue their inheritance."

The sword fairy was very touched when she heard this.

Bang la blah.

A group of people in the dust

He walked out.

"Outside the wall."

"I've left safely."

"No suspicion."

In the cold wind, outside the city wall of Pyeongchang, the sword fairy suddenly felt something in her heart and turned her head to look.

Wow~~

The cold wind blows the lonely tombstones in the wall, the incense of worshipping ancestors everywhere rises green smoke, and the paper money in front of the grave burns thick smoke.

She suddenly understood what the walls meant.

The growth of the family is built on the blood and tears of the ancestors, and the monuments outside the walls are never easy to obtain.

Even one of the most inconspicuous tombstones in the Four Visceral Realms of 30,000 has once been full of the joys and sorrows and sufferings of someone's life.

The city wall of Pyeongchang City is essentially a high wall of civilization made of human history, composing a hymn to human courage, and a wall of sighs that protects the reproduction of ordinary people.

"We're leaving!"

Zhang Jinsheng turned around and beckoned, and Zhang Jia also waved his hand.

The old friend of more than 3,000 years left like that, and Zhang Jia knew in his heart that the stubborn old man would never come back.

"The wall, at your feet, is in the future."

Walking in the withered yellow meadow wilderness, Zhang Jinsheng looked in the direction of the mysterious mountain villa in the mountains:

"I hope that this time I will go and become a new wall for future generations."

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