Chapter 67 Rural Love Story

Time passed quickly.

After forging for several hours, Zhang Lao observed the forging of various weapons in the blacksmith shop, walked back and forth in each small team, and occasionally gave instructions.

These painted cards and dog tail weapons do have some skills.

But the craftsmanship is too rough.

It is because of the advantage of the magical power of monster materials, otherwise it would not be able to compete with the current involuted weapon business circle.

"Here, it should be hit like this, one light and one heavy."

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

"Every excellent blacksmith is an excellent drum master and an excellent musician."

"Forging an excellent weapon is like playing a beautiful piece of music that is extremely smooth!"

"You have too many messy noises, and you know it won't work as soon as you hear it."

Zhang Lao kept giving instructions and even went into battle himself.

It seemed as if the horror scene he saw before was all an illusion.

Of course, even if he still had doubts in his heart, what could he do?

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

These things are irrelevant.

At the end of his life, he only wanted to forge iron well, satisfy his addiction, and teach others by the way, which would be a perfect ending.

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

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

At dinner time, Jiucai Rong couldn't help but come out.

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

"Well, it can be seen that you are very good at summarizing the rules, recording the data in a notebook, and conducting the control experiment you mentioned, and the development is very fast."

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

They were full of words such as "upgrade", "transfer experience", and "win-win cooperation", and they were crazy about promoting their own technical development.

You know.

Many small skills and secrets in the sideline industry like blacksmiths will not be easily passed on to others.

Even the family blacksmith shop is divided into several branches, each forging their own weapons, and the secrets are only passed on to their direct descendants.

And these people seem to have no vigilance.

It is also this forging mode that allows them to study super fast.

At least, the one or two magic weapons on the low-level blacksmiths are already extremely solid, and with the help of me to grind some small details and shortcomings, I believe that they will be able to forge these two weapons completely after a few days of training.

At this time, Su Yu Niang ran over outside the door:

"Senior, please join our dinner party, and we will see you off."

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment and nodded: "In this case, I will have dinner at the last moment!"

Soon.

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

There was constant laughter.

Old Zhang stared at this cheerful atmosphere and smiled with relief.

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

"Sir, what do you think of us?" In the glow of the fire, the God of Food served the food.

Old Zhang thought for a moment, "Hardworking, diligent, studious, and most importantly, the light of dreams in their eyes, this is the core element for a team to succeed."

"Senior, you don't have to praise them so much, they will be proud." The Fairy of Medicine smiled sweetly.

"Bah, we are strong, okay!" A blacksmith was furious: "We want to be the world's number one forging villa! Pave the way for the world's human beings!"

The Fairy of Medicine retorted: "Strong as hell, we have been studying low-level magic tools for so long, but it's still the same, we can only ask the gods for help."

Old Zhang just watched their conversation quietly, laughing and scolding.

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

It's people.

There is a big problem with this villa.

According to common sense, even the high-level blacksmiths of the Zhang family can't see the footsteps of the water army, how can Old Zhang, a weaker blacksmith's residual soul, see it?

But he witnessed with his own eyes that group of "water soldiers" hammering at the blacksmith shop.

As long as you make an association.

You will understand that the water soldiers are the two-legged sheep and living ginseng in the mouth of the demon cultivators.

But he looked at this group of people laughing and talking, and he really couldn't connect them with the horrible thing.

He felt that his memory was getting more and more blurred. When he was dying, he suddenly asked: "Water soldiers, why are you doing this?"

The blacksmiths who were eating and bragging around him suddenly stiffened their faces.

Sure enough, they were guessed.

When the atmosphere was dull, Shao Chai 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 over.

It was a huge wall.

The bonfire was lit, and a group of women who looked at each other from a distance were dancing over there, dancing gracefully and charmingly.

"That's our wife."

Shao Chai Kun told a beautiful love story.

In this remote mountain village, there has been a group of simple villagers living for hundreds of years. They leave their doors open at night and return lost property.

They study, practice, and defend the villa in the school on the mountain.

The woman at the foot of the mountain is a non-professional forging route. She is a special painter who paints landscapes and sells them.

But one day, a strange disaster struck, and the sky-high flames of war surrounded this land. The miserable roars and roars were endless.

Shao Chai Kun said this with a bitter look on his face: "As you can see, they are already a group of ghosts."

"During the ghost disaster that year, the warriors in our villa did not protect them well."

Shao Chai Kun said this, tears already fell, and he cried loudly:

"Now, they are still looking at them from afar at the foot of the mountain."

"We are powerless and can only temporarily change our jobs to become blacksmiths and forge painted cards with their corpses."

"We have only started to learn how to forge painted cards in the past two months, so that their corpses can leave traces in this world."

"They love painting. Whenever I write with the painting cards they forged, I can think of them."

"In order to better forge their painting cards and let them leave traces in the world, we even spent 5,000 magic coins to buy a summoning card and urgently learn to forge memory."

"So, you are here"

Shao Chai Kun's voice gradually choked,

"Sorry, we really didn't mean to deceive you. We have never hurt anyone. We only hurt ourselves. We just want to keep our loved ones."

Mr. Zhang let go of his thoughts.

Indeed, they definitely didn't forge for a long time.

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

Definitely less than half a year.

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

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

I'm afraid that every day is like this, working hard and enduring boredom.

Zhang Lao looked at the dance at the foot of the mountain, which was so beautiful that he felt a sense of sadness and couldn't help imagining what the scene was like.

A group of blacksmiths were forging on the mountain, a group of women were washing clothes and cooking, waiting, and children were chasing and playing, reading, and taking walks.

Even now.

They still think of their husbands on the mountain, dancing for them every night, looking at the scholars reading on the mountain from afar, and maintaining their daily lives before death.

This is a group of infatuated people.

They repeated the dance at the bonfire party every day at the foot of the mountain.

——This is the suicide note they wrote to them, and also a love letter.

Zhang Lao looked at the dance at the foot of the mountain and sighed:

"Forget it, forget it, I won't ask about this. I didn't expect that it would be fun to witness your story before leaving."

He was actually very smart.

He pretended to agree, gave random instructions, fulfilled his last wish before leaving, and had a good time forging iron.

After that, he left this world without passing on the memory fragments to the person who invited the gods.

Inviting gods requires a good fit.

If he resists, the other party will not get many forging fragments.

He originally did not want to help these evil and twisted scums, the demon cultivators.

But now, he has wronged them.

It is a group of infatuated men in the villa.

"Sorry."

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

"It's okay." Shao Chai Kun whispered: "Ask the world, what is love, that makes people promise to live and die?"

"Today, let's get drunk." Ouch Mujiang toasted heroically.

"Then drink!"

Mr. Zhang did not ask any more questions. Why should he care so much when he is dying?

He drank and ate meat in big mouthfuls, and he also let go of his mind. He no longer hid some tricks and patiently taught and communicated with the blacksmiths.

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

"Back then, my lover and I were in love"

"Unfortunately, there was a monster named river crab that prevented me and my lover from having sex that day. To this day, we have been married for a long time and still cannot get close to each other."

"It's hard, it's fate."

"Alas, river crab, a monster unique to our place, is really vicious."

Both sides were drunk, and food and small talk dispelled the gap.

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

Someone in the distance was singing impromptu, playing the clappers, singing and dancing, which was quite interesting.

Wow!

The bonfire burned and bloomed stars, warming the people on the winter night.

The strong liquor went into the throat, and under the firelight, the common emotions of mankind brought the two sides closer.

There were also beautiful girls standing on high places, with cold and sad voices humming unknown local ballads, telling experiences, and warming the hearts of people in this warm winter night.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and endless."

"The evening wind blows the willows, the sound of the flute fades, and the sunset is beyond the mountains."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of my friends are gone."

"A pot of muddy wine to end my remaining joy, tonight I will not dream of the cold."

As the melodious song played, Zhang Lao's memory became more and more hazy as he drank, and he remembered the past for the first time in a long time.

He inexplicably remembered the love and hatred between him and that girl when he was a teenager, the dream when he was forging, and the high spirits until now, three thousand years later

Looking at this group of young people again, he inexplicably felt the same way.

His memory gradually became blurred, his cheeks flushed from drinking, and he completely disappeared. He said the last sentence in a daze:

"Don't be discouraged."

"This land is full of graves, and separations with loved ones are common."

"It is also a fate that I witnessed your touching story before I died."

Swish.

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

He vaguely saw a pair of hands shaking hazily in front of his eyes, as if testing his eyesight, and heard a voice in his ears.

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

"I think it's done."

"You scared me. I thought he was going to resist and resist the memory inheritance."

"Hehe, he really believed it."

"Goodbye, ancestor."

"Goodbye, ancestor."

"This time, we were lucky to perform well on the spot, let him let down his guard, tell a wave of white lies, and let him walk well. Chichi should be able to accept more than 30% of the forging memory."

"At least it's A-level clearance?"

"Tsk, didn't I prepare this story of ups and downs in the mountains before? It was actually used. Success always comes to those who are prepared."

The voice of Zhang Lao became more and more blurred, and it was like the whisper of a devil, whispering in his dying moments.

"Well, the sensational script was not used on Zhang Huaping, but on this one, and it seems to work well."

"Bah, is it your work, Shao Chai Kun, or my work, the God of Food? If I hadn't put the corpse mushroom in his wine, would he have been so easily confused, be tempted, and believe our lies?"

"Hahaha."

"Hehehe."

"Hehehe!"

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

Zhang Lao was completely furious when he heard these words. The strong emotional fluctuations made him confused for a while and much more sober.

I believed your lies?

-- I was deceived?

Thieves!

What a bunch of thieves!

If he could resurrect at this moment, he would definitely make this group of people look bad, but unfortunately his consciousness was only clear for a moment and 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 twisted, and forged with living people.

Zhang Lao kept thinking back, and before he lost consciousness, he had only one strong thought left:

What kind of monsters are these?

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