Time flies.

After forging for several hours, Zhang Lao observed the forging of various weapons in the blacksmith shop, walking back and forth in various small teams, occasionally giving pointers.

These painted cards, dog's tail weapons, do have some doorways.

But the process is too rough.

It occupies the advantage of the magic power of demon beast materials, otherwise it will not be able to compete with the weapon business circle that is so involuted today.

"Here, it should be fought like that, one light and one heavy."

"Rhythm, yes, with breathing, breathing is the most important thing."

"Every good blacksmith is a good drum master and a good musician."

"When we forge a good weapon, it's like playing a beautiful piece of music that flows to the extreme!"

"You have so many messy noises, you know you can't do it when you hear it."

Zhang Lao continued to give instructions, and even went into battle himself.

It was as if the horror scene I had seen before was all a hallucination.

Of course, even if he still has doubts in his heart, what can he do?

After asking the god to possess him, his remnant soul was rapidly dissipating, and it was estimated that he would burn out all of his life in a few hours.

None of that matters anymore.

At the end of his life, he just thought about striking iron well, and after a good addiction, teaching people by the way would be a happy end.

The time went from noon to dusk, and the sky gradually darkened.

"Senior, what do you think of this drawing card?"

When it was time for dinner, Leek Rong couldn't help but walk out.

Zhang Lao put down the hammer in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and recalled the forging process of the drawing card:

"Well, it can be seen that you are very good at summarizing the rules, using a notebook to write down the data and data, and conducting what you call a controlled experiment, which is developing rapidly."

Before Zhang Lao died, he was also very amazed at the purity of these people.

They are full of words such as "upgrading", "imparting experience" and "win-win cooperation", and they are frantically promoting their own technological development.

To know.

There are many small skills and secrets in the sub-industry of blacksmithing, which will not be easily taught to others.

Even the family blacksmith shop is divided into several veins, forging their own, and the secret is only passed on to their direct descendants.

And these people are as if they are not guarded.

It's also this forging mode that makes them research super fast.

At least, these two magic weapons on the low-level blacksmith are already extremely solid, plus they help to run in some small details and shortcomings, I believe that they will be able to completely forge these two weapons after a few days of training.

At this time, Su Yuniang outside the door ran over:

"Senior, please come to our dinner party, and we will see you off by the way."

Zhang Lao was stunned for a moment and nodded: "In this case, the old man will have dinner at the last moment!" ”

Soon.

A group of people sat around the campfire, singing and dancing.

Laughter and laughter continued.

Zhang Lao looked at the cheerful atmosphere of this scene in a daze, and smiled with relief.

He actually felt that before leaving, it was also a pleasure to see this group of energetic blacksmiths.

"What do you think of us, my lord?" In the glow of the fire, the god of food served the meal.

Zhang Lao thought for a while, "Hard work, diligence, studiousness, and the most important thing is that there is still a dream in the eyes, which is the core element of a team's success." ”

"Seniors, you don't have to praise them so much, they will be proud." The medical fairy smiled coquettishly.

"Oh, we're strong, okay!" A blacksmith was furious: "We want to become the world's No. 1 forging villa!" Open the way for mankind in the world! ”

The medical fairy retorted: "Strong ghost, the low-level magic weapon has been studied for so long, and it is still like that, so I can only ask God." ”

Zhang Lao just quietly watched their exchange and scolded with a smile.

In fact, he had vaguely guessed in his heart the forging process of this painting card, what the "water army" was.

It's people.

There is something wrong with this mountain estate.

According to common sense, even the high-level blacksmiths of the Zhang family can't see the heels of the navy, how can Zhang Lao, a weaker blacksmith remnant, see it?

But he witnessed the "trolls" banging and beating on the blacksmith shop.

Just an association.

You will understand that the water army is a two-legged sheep in the mouth of the demon cultivator, a living ginseng.

But when he looked at this group of people laughing and laughing, he really couldn't connect with that terrible thing.

He felt that his memory was getting more and more blurred, and when he was dying, he suddenly asked, "Sailor, why are you doing this?" ”

The blacksmiths, who were eating around and bragging about their bulls, suddenly stiffened.

Sure enough, I was guessed.

When the atmosphere was dull, Burning Wood Kun stood up and pointed to the bottom of the mountain: "Do you see the bonfire at the bottom of the mountain?" ”

Zhang Lao looked at it.

It was a huge wall.

Lighting a bonfire, a group of women looking at each other from afar actually danced there, dancing gracefully and charmingly.

"That's it, our wife."

Burning Wood Kun tells a beautiful love story.

In this remote mountain village, there has been a group of simple villagers living for hundreds of years, never closing their doors at night, and collecting gold.

They study, practice, and defend the mountain village in the academy on the mountain.

The woman under the mountain, on the other hand, takes the non-professional forging route, and is a special kind of painter who paints landscapes and sells them.

But one day, a catastrophe struck, and the flames of war surrounded the land, and the miserable roars and roars were endless.

When Burning Chaikun said this, his face was bitter: "As you can see, they are already a group of treacherous. ”

"In that catastrophe back then, the soldiers in our mountain villa didn't protect them well"

When Burning Chaikun said this, he was already in tears, and he cried loudly:

"Today, they are still watching from afar down the mountain."

"There is nothing we can do but temporarily transfer to blacksmiths, using their bones to forge painting cards."

"We have only started to learn to forge the cards in the last two months, so that their bones will leave traces in this world."

"They love to draw, and whenever they write with the cards they forge, I think of them."

"Even, in order to better forge their drawing cards and let them leave traces in the world, we did not hesitate to use 5,000 magic money to buy a god card, and urgently learn to forge memories."

"So, you're here"

Burning Chaikun's voice gradually choked,

"I'm sorry, we really didn't mean to lie to you, we have never hurt anyone, we only hurt ourselves, we just want to keep our lovers."

Zhang Lao let go of his thoughts.

Indeed, they have definitely not been forged for long.

Because from the calluses on their palms and the conditioned reflex, it can be seen that they are a group of new people.

Definitely less than half a year.

But now that I think about it, it might even be less than two months.

But with this level of memory in two months, you can imagine how diligent and hard the other party is.

I'm afraid that every day, I work hard like this and endure boredom.

Zhang Lao looked at the dance under the mountain, it was beautiful, and a poignant feeling rose inexplicably, and he couldn't help but imagine what kind of scene it was.

A group of blacksmiths are forging on the mountain, a group of women are washing and cooking, waiting, and children are chasing and playing, reading books, and walking.

Even now.

They still think about their husbands on the mountain, dance to them every night, and look at the scholars studying on the mountain from afar, maintaining their daily life before their deaths.

It's a bunch of infatuated people.

They dance at the bottom of the mountain and repeat the dance during their daily bonfires.

- This is a suicide note they wrote to them, and it is also a love letter.

Zhang Lao looked at the dance under the mountain and sighed:

"That's it, that's it, I don't want to ask about it, I can't imagine that when I leave, it is also an interesting thing to witness your story."

He's actually very smart.

Pretend to be peaceful, give random guidance, complete the last wish before leaving, strike iron forging, and have a good time.

After that, he left this world and did not pass on the memory fragments to the person who invited God.

Please, God, it's about fit.

Resist yourself, and the other party will not get many forging fragments.

He didn't mean to help these wicked and twisted scumbags, Demon Cultivators.

But now, it's my own fault for them.

It's a group of infatuated men on the villa.

"I'm sorry."

Mr. Zhang apologized for revealing the other party's scars.

"It's fine." Burning Wood Kun shouted softly: "Ask the world, what is love, and what is the promise of life and death?" ”

"Today, we are drunk." The mason toasts heroically.

"Then drink!"

Zhang Lao didn't ask anymore, when he was dying, why should he care so much?

He drank a lot of wine and ate meat, and he also let go of his mind, and no longer hid some tricks, but patiently taught and communicated with the blacksmiths.

The blacksmiths also talk about the past, the past when they were young.

"I think back then, my lover and I fell in love"

"It's a pity that there is a demon beast named River Crab that prevented me from having sex with my lover that day, and to this day, I have been married for a long time, but I still can't get close."

"Suffering, life."

"Alas, river crabs, they are unique to us here, and they are really vicious."

The two sides were drunk, and the meal and small talk dispelled the estrangement.

"A horn came from the east, and a fool came from the west~"

Someone in the distance improvised a song, playing allegro, singing and dancing, which is also interesting.

Whoa!

Bonfires burn and bloom with stars, warming people on winter nights.

The liquor is in the throat, and under the firelight, the common human emotions bring the two sides closer.

There are also beautiful girls standing on high places, with cold and poignant voices humming unknown local songs, telling about their experiences and warming people's hearts in this warm winter night.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green."

"The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain."

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances."

"A pot of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight."

With the melodious and tactful singing, the more Zhang Lao drank, the more his memory became hazy, and he remembered the past for a long time.

Inexplicably, I remembered the love and hate between myself and the girl when I was a teenager, the dream when I forged, and I was full of spirit, until now, three thousand years later

Looking at this group of young people again, I feel inexplicably empathetic.

His memory gradually blurred, his cheeks flushed with drunkenness, completely disappeared, and he said the last sentence in a daze:

"Don't be discouraged."

"This land is full of graves, and there are always life and death partings with loved ones."

"I witnessed your touching story before I died, and it was also a fate"

Crash.

He fell in the snow, looking at the stars in the night sky, and his memory gradually blurred.

I vaguely saw a pair of hands shaking dimly in front of my eyes, as if testing my eyesight, and a voice came from my ears.

"Senior, can you hear me? Can you hear me? ”

"I guess it's done."

"Scared me, I thought the other party was going to resist and resist the inheritance of memory"

"Hehe, he really believed."

"Ancestor go well."

"Ancestor is easy to go."

"This time, it's good that we played on the spot, let him let down his guard, tell a wave of white lies, and let people go good Knife Chirp should be able to accept more than 30% of the forging memories."

"At least A-level clearance?"

"Cut, didn't I prepare this story up and down the mountain before? This actually works, and success is always reserved for those who are prepared. ”

Zhang Lao's voice became more and more blurred, thin and fragmented, like the whisper of a demon, muttering as he was dying.

"Well, the sensational script was not used by Zhang Huaping, but it was used by this one, and it looks good."

"Phew, is it the credit of your firewood kun, the credit of my god of food, if I hadn't put corpse colored mushrooms in his wine, he would have been so easily in a trance, sensationalized, and believed our nonsense?"

"Hahaha."

"Hey, hey, hey."

"Hee-hee-hee!"

The strange and terrifying laughter continued to resound through the villa.

Listening to these words, Zhang Lao was completely angry, and the strong mood fluctuations made him feel in a trance and sober up a lot.

Am I believing your nonsense?

- Am I being scammed?

Thief!

What a bunch of thieves!

If he can deceive the corpse at this moment, he will inevitably make this group of people look good, but unfortunately his consciousness has been sobered up for a moment, and it has gradually disappeared.

He reacted completely.

This is an unknown family of deep mountain demon cultivators, insidious and cunning, good at deception, tyrannical and cruel, psychologically distorted, and forged with living people.

Zhang Lao kept thinking about it, and there was only one strong thought left before he lost consciousness:

What kind of monsters are these?