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

Chapter 312: Cruel Medicine (Additional Chapter 6 for Guo Jiuxing Silver Alliance)

The coffins of Song Houyong and others were buried three days later in a wooded area on the outskirts of the city.

A large piece of land has been purchased here in the name of Zuowanglou.

Some family members said that they hope to settle down here and stay with their deceased relatives until the end of their lives.

Jiang Lin did not refuse. He stood in front of the grave and watched the families crying and sad.

Beside him stood three children.

Miao Pu’s first son, Miao Yonghuai, was a strong and sturdy boy.

The second one is Song Houyong’s son Song Ziyan, who is thin and weak.

The third one is a girl named Sheng Yingchun, who is an orphan herself.

He was picked up and raised when he was young, and this time his adoptive parents also died in Leiying Castle.

Becoming an orphan for the second time made this thirteen-year-old girl look exceptionally strong; she didn't even cry.

These three children all came to learn martial arts from Jiang Lin.

As for others, after receiving the pension, they don’t want their children to get involved in underworld disputes anymore. Instead, they hope that they can be honest businessmen, or even just farm.

Under the chairmanship of Tian Daheng, everyone, led by Jiang Lin, performed a memorial ceremony.

This time, Jiang Lin did not shirk his identity and responsibilities, and he officially became the owner of Zuowang Tower.

After the family members went over to scatter paper money, Tian Daheng came back, glanced at the three children standing next to Jiang Lin, and then asked, "Are you going to take them to the blacksmith camp?"

"Well, follow me and learn for a while." Jiang Lin nodded.

"That's great. With adults taking care of them, they will surely achieve great things." Tian Daheng also wanted to send his child there, but he was too young now, only a little over two years old.

Jiang Lin did not respond. These children will definitely achieve great success because it is his responsibility.

"If Song Houyong knew that the Lord is finally willing to be the owner of the building, he would probably be very happy." Tian Daheng suddenly said.

In fact, everyone in Zuowanglou is hoping that Jiang Lin will acknowledge his relationship with Zuowanglou.

I just didn't expect to pay such a price.

Compared to those forces that have completely disappeared in the long river of history, this price is actually not that high. But for Zuowanglou, which has become accustomed to cherishing the lives of others, it is still painful.

After the worship was over, Jiang Lin did not stay here for long.

He returned to Kyoto City with his three children, Tian Daheng and others.

After buying some things for the children, such as clothes, shoes, beddings, etc., Jiang Lin took them to the South Blacksmith Camp.

Qi the blacksmith and others were a little surprised to see Jiang Lin bring back three children, but from the children's expressions, they seemed to understand something.

No one asked any questions, they just took the initiative to help move things from the car and vacated two rooms for accommodation.

Jiang Lin didn't care about that and took his three children to the blacksmith shop.

Looking at the tall Hengyu furnace, no matter how sad he was, he was still a child after all, and there was a bit more curiosity and shock in his eyes.

They had never seen such a tall furnace before, and they couldn't see the top even if they looked up.

Jiang Lin opened the furnace door and asked, "What do you want to learn? I am best at blacksmithing, followed by knife skills and boxing. I also dabble in archery, sword skills, spear skills, palm skills, stick skills, and leg skills. If that is not enough, I can find something else to teach you."

"I want to learn how to use a gun." Miao Yonghuai was the first to speak.

"Okay." Jiang Lin looked at Song Ziyan again: "What about you?"

Song Ziyan lowered his head slightly and said, "I want to learn swordsmanship, but Uncle Tian said that I am more suitable for sword training."

Jiang Lin thought for a moment and said, "No problem."

His eyes were on the last girl, Sheng Yingchun.

Sheng Yingchun seemed to have thought it through long ago, and said in a clear voice: "I want to learn how to kill people."

Jiang Lin was stunned. Killing is not a weapon, but an act.

And it doesn't seem good for such a young girl to only want to kill people.

But in Sheng Yingchun's eyes, Jiang Lin only saw stubbornness, as if she couldn't kill anyone and she would rather not learn anything.

"Any weapon can kill people. You have to pick one." Jiang Lin said. He didn't ask why people wanted to kill people. In this world, there are enough reasons to do anything.

"Which one kills fastest?" Sheng Yingchun asked, raising her still pretty face.

Jiang Lin really didn't know which weapon could kill people the fastest, but the most powerful weapon he could think of was probably the Mo Dao.

I still remember that it was recorded in ancient books: "When the enemy is about to enter, raise the sword and count it."

This heavy weapon is about ten feet long, has two edges, and weighs at least several dozen pounds.

With one swing of the sword, eight or ten heads can be easily killed.

"Such weapons do exist, but it will be very difficult for you to use them," Jiang Lin said.

Both the long sword and the long saber weigh only a few pounds, but the Mo Dao weighs at least twenty to thirty pounds.

In order to swing the sword freely, one must have more endurance and strength than ordinary people.

Sheng Yingchun is just a girl, and logically she is not suitable for such heavy weapons, but she is stubborn: "I am not afraid of hard work!"

Jiang Lin hummed and said, "You wait here."

After that, he started the flame and put in a large piece of pig iron.

Taking into account that although the children have learned some martial arts skills, their bodies have not yet been honed, Jiang Lin decided to make conventional weapons for them first.

But even if it was normal, in Jiang Lin's hands it would have to be at least the third grade or above.

With the current power of the Star Destroyer Hammer, such a weapon is no different from smashing mud. In just two hours, Jiang Lin had forged three weapons.

The first item was a big gun for Miao Yonghuai.

The spear is seven feet and two inches long, made entirely of cast iron, and weighs nineteen pounds.

It was obviously too heavy for a child of seven or eight years old, not to mention it was a spear.

But Jiang Lin did not intend to follow the rules and let them adapt little by little.

In this world, you don’t have much time to adapt. If you want to live a good life, you have to be a little ruthless.

The second item was a long sword made for Song Ziyan, but its style was strange.

It is thinner and longer than an ordinary knife, with a double-edged blade, more like a sword, but thicker and heavier than an ordinary sword.

This double-edged knife can be used for chopping, slashing and stabbing, like both a knife and a sword.

The third item is Sheng Yingchun’s Mo Dao.

It is 11 feet long, weighs 37 pounds, and has blades on both sides.

The blade alone is four feet long, and it is intimidating to wield.

These three weapons are all top-grade, and Jiang Lin has not eliminated many of their flaws. After all, they will be eliminated sooner or later.

The three children each came to receive their own weapons. Song Ziyan was slightly better off. Although he was the weakest, his double-edged sword was the lightest.

Miao Yonghuai seemed to be the strongest, but after holding the seven-foot-two-inch spear for a short while, he became tired and his face turned red.

As for Sheng Yingchun, she held the Mo Dao and kept waving it in the open space outside.

Even though it looked extremely strenuous, he never stopped.

Many blacksmith masters and apprentices looked at the three children curiously, especially at the weapons in their hands that were different from ordinary ones.

"Master Jiang, are you planning to accept a disciple?"

“I don’t know if it’s too late for me to learn now.”

"You are fifty years old now, right? You should go home and learn embroidery from your wife."

Jiang Lin didn't care about the curiosity of the three children. He put a large amount of medicinal materials into the Hengyu furnace and refined a set of four-direction health-preserving pills and a furnace of eight-direction true pills.

Then he called the three children who were exhausted, panting and sweating, and gave each of them two pills to take.

The Four-Directions Health Pill can regulate the body and strengthen the Qi and blood. It has nine pill patterns, which makes the effect of this primary pill much stronger than most intermediate pills.

After taking the pills, they immediately felt all their fatigue gone and they were filled with strength.

"There is one more." Jiang Lin reminded.

The three children put the Bafang Zhendan into their mouths without saying a word.

The pill melted in their mouths, and its powerful medicinal power exploded instantly, continuously impacting their weak meridians and bodies.

How could a child who had not yet mastered any skills withstand such a strong drug effect? ​​Song Ziyan convulsed in pain and fell to the ground screaming.

"Lord Jiang!" Qi the blacksmith and others ran over but were stopped by Jiang Lin with his eyes.

His alchemy skills have reached level seven, so he naturally understands how painful it would be for an ordinary person to take the Eight Directions True Pill for the first time.

It's like tearing your flesh and blood meridians apart completely, then stitching them back together, then tearing them apart again, and stitching them back together again, in excruciating pain.

Song Ziyan's eyes rolled back in pain and he fainted. Only his constantly twitching body proved that he was still alive.

Miao Yonghuai was better. The child was in so much pain that blood was coming out of all his orifices. He held his head and jumped around crying in pain, but he did not faint. It was obvious that he was in a stronger body.

As for Sheng Yingchun, she is the most tolerant one.

Even though her whole body was bleeding and she had turned into a bloody person, she never uttered a word. The only sound that could be heard was the crunching sound of her teeth that were almost breaking.

The veins on their foreheads kept throbbing and their blood vessels had burst countless times. If it weren't for the continued effectiveness of the Four Directions Health Preserving Pills, they might not have been able to withstand this round.

Blacksmith Qi was very worried and came over to whisper, "Sir, aren't you being too hasty? We should let them get used to it first."

"If they don't want to die like their parents in this seemingly peaceful world, they have to pay a little more. It will hurt a little, but they will be fine after they get through it."

Looking at Jiang Lin's calm face, Blacksmith Qi didn't know what to say.

After all, no matter his official position, cultivation, or relationship with these children, no one else has the right to interrupt.

What's more, what Jiang Lin said makes sense. If they can get through this round, the future of the three children will be smooth and progress will be rapid.

With Jiang Lin's means, it would not be a problem to push them to the Divine Martial Realm within a few years.

Thinking of the few twelve or thirteen-year-olds in the Divine Martial Realm, Qi the Blacksmith suddenly had an idea. How about... let his own child come and try?
“Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts so much!”

Miao Yonghuai was screaming loudly and jumping around, as if he was going crazy.

Looking at the boy with blood gushing out of his body, and then at the girl who didn't say a word but whose eyes were obviously white and who was about to faint from the pain, Qi the blacksmith couldn't help but shiver and instantly gave up the idea.

Forget it. If his wife saw this, she would probably scratch him to death!

Before long, all three children fainted from the pain. When Jiang Lin felt the effect of the medicine wear off, he flicked his fingers.

The vital energy of heaven and earth entered their bodies, awakening the consciousness of the three people.

The moment they opened their eyes, they heard a voice in their ears.

"Once you have achieved your cultivation, you must start training hard. First, each of you should carry 50 kilograms of pig iron and run tens of thousands of meters. If you can't finish the run, you are not allowed to eat at night."

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