Several blacksmiths stared at it.

You've lived for thousands of years.

Although I have lived in a dog for most of my years and have not experienced any tricks, it is not so unbearable, right?

Didn't you go to some big evil domain, or you went to visit the blacksmith shop next door, and it became like this?

Speaking of which, it seems that it has been rumored before that Zhang Huaping, the businessman in charge of trading, is unstable and nervous every time he comes back.

It's very similar to the old man in front of you!

"Cheer yourself up." An old lady reproduced the inscription and said, "Tell me what's going on over there."

"Well, let me guess, their forging method is special?" An old man laughed.

Another old man also spoke, "You have seen the trolls, they look ugly, they are scary, you are surprised?"

Zhang Jinsheng listened to everyone's gossip, and knew that they were kind enough to help him divert his attention, so he pressed his brows and said:

"No, I haven't seen any corpses of sailors in their blacksmiths, but"

"I've seen a lot of blacksmith corpses."

His voice was hoarse, and he recounted his experience.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and their faces changed wildly.

But fortunately, they didn't see it with their own eyes, and they were all characters who had lived for a long time, so they wouldn't lose their minds and affect the inscription burning in their hands.

"What are they doing?"

An old man frowned and analyzed: "They said before, we are novices in this path, watch carefully, learn hard, analyze more, and ask less."

"Those pictures aside, let's look at the essence through the facts, and now they must be forging machine spirits, so they attract turbidity and commit suicide?"

There is no doubt that these words made the old ladies and old men re-analyze the connotation.

Zhang Jinsheng also suddenly relieved himself, and couldn't help but analyze: "Their movements are somewhat like the legendary [turbidity]."

"Turbidity, what's that?" A relatively young Old Man of the Great Perfection Blacksmith of the Five-Body Realm asked.

"Turbidity, not a conventional weapon."

Zhang Jinsheng said: "It is a specific sacrificial weapon used by some ethnic minorities and cottages, and the spiritual root they cultivate is very special, and their combat power is mediocre during their lifetime, but after death is the time for their spiritual root to exert its power."

"After they die, the special spiritual root will allow them to preserve the relatively intact remnant soul, which can be embedded in some kind of sacrificial artifact."

"When they fight, the turbidity weapon they use is to invite the gods, and the state of asking the ancestors to possess this state of possession is similar to the appearance of those scholars who seem to be evil when they bloom the three flowers, crazy, but the combat power is very strong!"

The blacksmiths reacted at once.

You say turbidity, they probably don't understand.

But they've heard of it when you say, "Ask for magic."

It is a relatively radical way of cultivation of local ethnic groups, and its combat power is strong.

But there is a saying that says.

It is easy to please God, but it is difficult to send God.

After many times of asking the gods, these monks are easily polluted, forgetting who they are, and becoming the remnants of an ancient ancestor walking in the world.

Somebody said, "They're making turbidity, please? Absorb the remnants of the wandering thoughts between heaven and earth, unjust souls?"

Someone retorted, "This is not a powerful remnant, but just some wandering weak soul, useless and not worth the cost!"

"Then, they may have used this method to fuse two soul vacuoles with a special turbidity."

After reaching a conclusion, everyone fell silent.

These blacksmiths are proficient in traditional forging, and they don't know anything about the other's ember inheritance.

But it can be confirmed that it should be a necessary means of integration, otherwise they would not have made such a big sacrifice and joked with the lives of their own people.

In this case, it is completely clear why they willingly went to their deaths.

"Help"

"Don't knock me."

"It hurts, it hurts."

Crazy voices, the murmurs of resentful spirits, the whispers of remnants, came again from the blacksmith next door.

Everyone looked at each other.

The previous fear, laughter, and excitement are no longer frightening and terrifying, but full of tragedy and heat.

They are like moths to a fire, using the lives of their own family scholars to complete the final weapon transformation.

In a trance, they remembered the description of the sword fairy again.

Zhang Jinsheng read silently word by word, and said loudly:

"When you witness their forging process, you will find that it will be something that does not belong in this earthly world, but is full of the pure and magnificent splendor of the pilgrimage."

"Just like ancient human beings struggling in the mud, going forward one after another, lighting the torches of civilization with their lives! It's a passion that comes from the source of life!"

Several old men and ladies stopped talking, but couldn't stop being silent.

Now I chew carefully on each of the words, and I finally understand what a deep and heavy meaning it contains.

We knew their greatness when we heard their family stories, but now we know that this greatness and tragedy are far heavier than we imagined.

Because we have now experienced their twin miracles and can feel the practical significance of their sacrifices from generation to generation, but those ancestors tens of thousands of years ago could not predict the future when they sacrificed, and did not know whether their sacrifice could lead to this miracle.

They just gamble on the extremely low probability [miracle] again and again with full of enthusiasm, and they rely on nothing more than enthusiasm when they sacrifice, but they don't know whether there is an end to this road and whether there is a return on their efforts.

These old blacksmiths want to cry at the thought of such a desperate scene, which is too tragic.

"We have always known their greatness, but we still underestimate their greatness."

Everyone was silent, and some even wept bitterly, lamenting their tragedy and warmth.

It was an admirable group of explorers with a flame called truth in front of them.

Zhang Jinsheng silently returned to the stove and slowly helped burn it, with a serious expression:

"Gentlemen, the unattainable dream has now borne fruit! We must not fail the last wishes of the victims, and we should carry their dreams forward."

Zhang Jinsheng's eyes became more and more vigorous, and his rickety body looked thin, but it was like a green pine.

His engraving is like a swordsman's sword, like a peerless swordsman's shot, and his edge is exposed.

"They gambled their lives, and we helped forge this weapon, and we should use all our strength to live up to the blood and tears of the period."

Several old men shook their bodies and looked guilty.

They recalled the successive sacrifices of the blacksmith shop next door, the moths to the fire, and we still had time to chat and joke, and even took the time to peek and peek, curious about what the so-called water army monster looked like.

An overwhelming amount of remorse drowned out the thoughts in their hearts.

"The blacksmith of this mountain villa is the real master smith." They couldn't stop being shocked.

At this moment, the old men finally understood the true meaning of the couplet at the entrance of the villa, and they also interpreted the warmth in the words with their lives:

The candle extinguishes the embers, and the burning soul is still there.

The furnace is forged, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds continue to open.

"Carry on the past, a good one."

This group of old blacksmiths who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years listened to the sad song next door, and there was irrepressible sadness and shock in their hearts, and a thought couldn't help but pop up in their hearts:

"The Sword Fairy is right, there is an ideal village on the mountain."

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