He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 311 He Misses His Dad
"Blue Spiritual Fire?"

Tian Daheng immediately ordered someone to open the box and take the things out.

A huge change happened and Song Houyong and others died. Normally, I would not have the energy to talk about these things.

But Tian Daheng was thoughtful. He knew that Jiang Lin was a man of great loyalty and friendship, and must be in grief now, so he used the strange fire to divert his attention.

Jiang Lin took the box, but did not open it immediately. Instead, he asked in a low voice: "Brother Song...you left pretty fast, right?"

The slower a person dies, the more pain they suffer.

Tian Daheng's eyes were slightly red, and his lips trembled for a moment before he suppressed the grief in his heart and said, "It was very quick, and I didn't suffer much."

"Really..." Jiang Lin looked back at the carriage carrying the coffin.

Tian Daheng said, "It has been nailed to death. Sir, please do not open the coffin. Let Brother Song... go in peace."

Jiang Lin knew very well that Tian Daheng didn't want him to be too sad.

His eyes swept over the seriously injured and disabled people in the watchtower. Some had their arms chopped off at the root, some had lost their legs, some were blind, and some had their ears cut off.

Even they were tortured like this, how could Song Houyong remain unscathed?

Noticing Jiang Lin's gaze, the seriously injured people all forced a smile, trying to make themselves look better.

Jiang Lin sighed in his heart, turned around and said, "This time, the gold, silver, and jewelry, as well as Qin's two million taels, will be divided among the brothers later. Especially for the dead and injured, more should be given. If it's not enough, I have more."

"That's enough." Tian Daheng said.

Jiang Lin didn't say anything more, raised his hand and opened the small wooden box.

A flash of deep blue fire came into view.

A prompt suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

[Good quality fire (blue) (1/7 incomplete), can absorb energy and increase the degree of strengthening]

Jiang Lin was surprised. This was the first time he saw the legendary strange fire. However, unlike what he had imagined, the introduction was more complicated than other objects.

It is easy to understand why the quality is good, which is roughly equivalent to the grade of spiritual weapons.

But there is a "blue" and the word "incomplete" behind it.

"Could it be that the so-called Blue Spiritual Fire is not complete and has seven colors in total?"

Jiang Lin turned to look at Tian Daheng and asked, "Have you ever heard that the Blue Spiritual Fire is an incomplete fire?"

“Incomplete rare fire?” Tian Daheng shook his head and said, “I only heard that this was accidentally obtained by the ancestors of the Wen family, and they used it to build the Skyfire Fort, which has been preserved to this day. As for where it came from and whether it is incomplete, perhaps there is a record of it in the Skyfire Fort.”

Jiang Lin was stunned. The Skyfire Fort was burned down completely by his fire. Even if there were records, they have now turned to ashes.

"What's the matter, sir? Have you noticed that there is something wrong with this strange fire?" Tian Daheng asked with some uneasiness.

"No problem, just asking." Jiang Lin said casually.

After turning his head, he stared at the blue spiritual fire while also carefully examining the line of information.

If the so-called blue spirit fire is just one of the complete types of fire, then the value of this thing is still quite high.

The incomplete fire has already reached the level of spiritual weapons. If it is collected in its entirety, it should at least be at the level of elemental weapons, or even holy weapons, right?
As for the grade of the magic weapon, Jiang Lin had never thought about it.

You know, even if the ancient purple gold wood already has spirituality, it can only reach the level of a holy weapon.

It was not until the branches were promoted to divine weapon-grade materials with the dual blessings of the Hengyu furnace and fire-making skills.

And this thing has become the treasure of Xuanhua Dao.

The top treasures of Taoism are just like this. I think the materials of the divine weapon grade should be rare.

From this perspective, it is possible that it is true that when the ancestor of blacksmiths was forging the magic weapon, the Emperor of Heaven personally sent the ore.

The mortal world lacks this kind of top-grade material, but the heaven where the gods reside may not have a shortage of it.

Jiang Lin soon put this question behind his mind. After all, he had no clues at all and didn't know where to start looking for other sources of fire.

He looked at the information at the back again, absorbing energy and increasing the degree of strengthening.

The literal meaning is actually very simple, but if you think about it carefully, it seems not so easy to understand.

Absorbing energy, what energy is absorbed?
The energy of heaven and earth? Or the object itself? Or something else?
How to improve the degree of strengthening, and what aspects should be strengthened?

"It seems that we can only know after we go back and find time to try it." Jiang Lin did not read any further and slowly closed the lid of the box.

Tian Daheng was watching from the side, feeling uneasy, wondering whether this thing would satisfy Lord Jiang.

Jiang Lin did not mention the strange fire again. He sat quietly in the carriage, swaying along the road as it moved forward.

Many days later, the carriage arrived at the city of Caiyang County, Hua'an Prefecture, Yunzhou.

This was a shop that had not been occupied by Wushuang Fort and Tianhuo Fort before. Most of the families of Zuowang Tower were settled here, including the relatives of Song Houyong and others.

Although it is not as good as Kyoto, the prices here are relatively cheap and the shops are actually bigger.

After several days of rest and with the help of medicinal pills, the injuries of Tian Daheng and others are no longer serious.

After jumping off the carriage, they ran to the store and knocked on the door, shouting, "Open!"

There was a commotion inside. Someone recognized Tian Daheng's voice and quickly opened the door. He immediately said in surprise, "It's Deputy Building Owner Tian who's back!"

Suddenly, a series of footsteps were heard in the house. Many men, women, old and young, and family members stuck their heads out to look. When they saw their relatives getting off the carriage, they immediately ran out with tears in their eyes.

When the family is reunited, they naturally cry with joy, and the scene is extremely warm.

But there were still some people who stood at the door and glanced back and forth at the carriage, but could not see the person they wanted to see.

Some of them are old, some are young, some are male, some are female, young and old, and all have a look of confusion on their faces.

Why... can't I see it? Is it still behind?
They stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks as far as possible to look back, with hope in their eyes, hoping to see their belated family members further behind. But no matter how hard they tried, there was no result.

Under the guidance of Tian Daheng, Jiang Lin came in front of these people.

"This is Lord Jiang whom I told you about before." Tian Daheng said.

Those people looked at Jiang Lin with awe in their eyes, but more of it was uneasiness.

A woman in her thirties or forties, holding a seven or eight-year-old child in her arms, said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Jiang, Lord Jiang...where is my husband? Is he buying things for us?"

The child in her arms raised her head and asked happily, "Mom, is Dad buying me some candied haws? He promised to buy them for me when he comes back."

The woman subconsciously grabbed her son's collar, pursed her lips, and stared at Jiang Lin.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, but there was also a deep sense of uneasiness in them.

Jiang Lin suddenly felt his mouth dry and he was unable to speak for a moment.

Only the child was still talking: "Mom, when Dad comes back, you must ask him to take me to fly a kite! I have already agreed with Fatty and Sanniu."

"Dad has promised to teach me martial arts, but I want to practice with a spear. I don't like swords. They're too short."

"besides……"

"Shut up!" the woman suddenly shouted angrily. The sudden rebuke stunned the child for a moment, and then his eyes gradually turned red and his face was full of grievance.

He just missed his dad.

The woman's eyes had begun to turn red, her body was shaking slightly, and she looked at Jiang Lin, her lips trembling as she asked, "Master Jiang...where is my man?"

Tian Daheng glanced at Jiang Lin, then sighed and said to the woman, "Brother Miao has unfortunately passed away. Please accept my condolences, sister-in-law."

The child leaning in the woman's arms suddenly opened his eyes wide.

I originally felt that my mother was holding my collar too tightly, which was a bit uncomfortable, so I stopped trying to push her fingers away.

The woman looked at Tian Daheng, her mouth slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something.

In the end, he couldn't say anything and fell on his back, fainting.

"Sister-in-law!" Tian Daheng screamed and quickly asked someone to come forward and help her up.

A bunch of people were busy lifting the woman up and pinching her Ren Zhong acupoint to save her. Amid the noise, only the child was standing there stupidly.

The little fist was clenched, and crystal tears fell involuntarily.

He cried silently, but so sadly.

He misses his dad.

Thinking about the candied haws my father bought for me.

Thinking about my dad flying kites with me.

Thinking about soaking my dad’s feet and playing and scratching each other in bed together.

Gone.

The child knew that his father would never come back to do these things with him.

Jiang Lin walked silently to his side, stretched out his hands to hug the child, and whispered: "Cry it out loud, it will feel better."

The child then let out a loud "wow" and burst into tears that shook the earth.

The reunited families and the survivors all turned around and watched it all.

Looking at the young child who was being held by Jiang Lin around the waist and crying bitterly.

As for the other family members who didn't find their relatives, they knew the result very well, and they all choked up and cried.

The cries came one after another, starting small and growing louder, until the area was hundreds of meters around, filled with the same mournful cries.

These were all Jiang Lin could hear.

Looking at those family members who cried until they fainted, cried until they had no strength left, or cried until they wanted to bang their heads against the wall, his hands clenched involuntarily.

During the prosperous era of Daqian, the border troops were invincible.

But how could those people in the court know how hard life is for those below them?

When these family members came in, they were still hoping that their loved ones would come back alive.

When the door opened, they received the most unfortunate news.

Life and death seem to be separated by only a door.

But no one came to trouble Jiang Lin, and they didn't even bother Tian Daheng.

Just crying, shouting, or trying to commit suicide.

Because they have become accustomed to this world that does not care about human life.

At this moment, Jiang Lin felt powerless.

The achievements may seem great, but they are actually meaningless. They cannot change the world, and even one's own destiny is almost out of control.

The cold north wind was howling, and tiny snowflakes were floating in the sky. Gradually, it turned into heavy snow amid the crying.

The overwhelming white color seemed to hang the whole world in white silk.

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