This group of players is more cunning than cunning

Several blacksmiths' eyes popped out.

You have lived for thousands of years.

Although you have lived on a dog for most of your life and have not experienced any strange things, you are not that miserable, right?

It's not like you went to some evil place, you just visited the blacksmith shop next door, and you became like this?

Speaking of which, it seems that it was said before that the merchant Zhang Huaping in charge of the transaction was always unstable and dazed every time he came back.

He is very similar to the old man in front of him!

"Cheer up." An old lady said while copying the inscription, "Tell me what happened over there."

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

Another old man also spoke up: "You saw the navy. They look ugly and scary. Are you surprised?" Zhang Jinsheng listened to everyone's chatter and knew that they were kind enough to help him divert his attention. He frowned and said: "No, I didn't see any navy corpses in their blacksmith shop, but..." "I saw a lot of blacksmith corpses." He recounted his experience in a hoarse voice. Everyone was stunned and their faces changed wildly. But fortunately, they didn't see it with their own eyes, and they were all people who had lived for a long time, so they didn't lose their minds and affect the inscriptions in their hands. "What are they doing?" An old man frowned and analyzed: "They said before that we are novices on this road. Watch carefully, learn well, analyze more, and ask less." "Putting aside those pictures, we see the essence through facts. Now they must be forging weapon spirits, so let people attract turbid air and commit suicide?" This statement undoubtedly made the old ladies and old men re-analyze the connotation. Zhang Jinsheng also suddenly recovered and couldn't help but analyze: "Their movements are somewhat like the legendary [turbid instruments]."

"Turbid instruments, what are those?" asked a relatively young blacksmith who had reached the Great Perfection of the Five Body Realm.

"Turbid instruments are not conventional weapons."

Zhang Jinsheng said: "They are special sacrificial instruments used by some ethnic minorities and mountain villages. The spiritual roots they cultivate are very special. Their combat power is mediocre during their lifetime, but only after death can their spiritual roots show their power."

"After their death, their special spiritual roots will allow them to preserve relatively complete residual souls, which can be embedded in some sacrificial instruments."

"When they fight, the turbid instruments they use are to invite gods and ancestors to possess their bodies. This state of possession is similar to the way those scholars were possessed by evil spirits when the three flowers bloomed. They are crazy, but their combat power is very strong!"

The blacksmiths also reacted at once.

If you say turbid instruments, they may not understand.

But they have heard of "inviting gods".

It is a more radical way of cultivation for local ethnic groups, and their combat power is strong.

But there is a saying that goes like this.

It is easy to invite gods, but difficult to send them away.

After these monks have repeatedly invited gods, they are prone to pollution, forgetting who they are, and becoming the remnants of an ancient ancestor walking in the world.

Someone said: "Are they making turbid instruments, inviting gods? Absorbing the remnants and wronged souls wandering between heaven and earth?"

Someone retorted: "These are by no means powerful remnants, but just some wandering weak souls, useless and not worth sacrificing their lives!"

"Then, they may use this method, using special turbid instruments, to fuse two soul bubbles."

After reaching a conclusion, everyone fell silent.

These blacksmiths are proficient in traditional forging, and they don't understand the principles of the other party's ash weapon inheritance at all.

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

In this case, why they are willing to die can be completely explained.

"Help"

"Don't hit me."

"It hurts, it hurts"

The crazy voice, the murmur of the resentful soul, and the whisper of the remnant came again from the blacksmith next door.

Everyone looked at each other.

The fear, laughter, and excitement before were no longer scary and horrifying, but were filled with a tragic and hot atmosphere.

They were like moths to a flame, using the lives of their family's scholars to complete the final transformation of their weapons.

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

Zhang Jinsheng recited word by word and said aloud:

"When you witness their forging process, you will find that it will be something that does not belong to this world, full of the purity and heroic glory of pilgrimage."

"Just like the ancient humans struggling in the mud, one after another, lighting the torches of civilization with their lives! That is a passion from the origin of life!"

Several old men and women stopped talking, but could not stop being silent.

Now, after carefully chewing every word in it, I finally understand how profound and heavy the meaning is.

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

Because we have now personally 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 themselves, and did not know whether their sacrifice would create the opportunity for this miracle.

They just gambled on the extremely low probability of "miracle" again and again with full of enthusiasm. When they sacrificed, they relied on their enthusiasm, but they didn't know whether this road would end or whether their efforts would be rewarded.

These old blacksmiths wanted to cry when they thought of such a desperate scene. It was too tragic.

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

Everyone was silent, and some even cried bitterly, sighing at their tragic and passionate feelings.

They were a group of admirable explorers, and there was a flame called truth in front of them.

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

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

The lightning in Zhang Jinsheng's eyes became more and more vigorous, and his hunched body seemed thin, but it was as tall as a pine tree.

His engraving pen was like a swordsman's sword, as if a peerless swordsman had taken action, showing his sharp edge.

"They bet their lives on this, and we assisted in forging this weapon. We should do our best to live up to the blood and tears during this period."

Several old men shuddered, with guilty expressions on their faces.

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

The overwhelming regret drowned their thoughts.

"The blacksmith of this villa is the real forging master." 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 used their lives to interpret the passion contained in the words:

The candle extinguished the embers, and the burning soul and burning spirit still exist.

Life casts the furnace, and the swords, spears, and halberds continue to open up.

"Carry on the past, what 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 felt uncontrollable sadness and shock in their hearts. A thought came to their minds:

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

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