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

Chapter 313 Cut Them Down
Although the combination of the Four Directions Health Preserving Pill and the Eight Directions True Pill gave the three children a foundation in first-class martial arts, running tens of thousands of meters with fifty kilograms of pig iron was still an unimaginable burden on their bodies.

From day to night, many blacksmiths and apprentices did not sleep, and they looked at the three tiny figures through the window frames.

Keep getting tired until you fall down, and keep getting up.

Many people couldn't bear to see them suffer because they had no food to eat and didn't have the energy to keep up.

I feel that Jiang Lin is too harsh. He is just a child and has plenty of time. Why torture him like this?

Some were more compassionate and ran to find Blacksmith Qi, saying, "Master Qi, why don't you go and talk to Lord Jiang about it, and at least let the children eat before running away?"

Qi the Blacksmith hesitated, then shook his head and said, "Lord Jiang is not a heartless person. On the contrary, he values ​​friendship. Since he did this, he must have his own considerations."

"But if you practice like this, you will become useless."

"Okay, don't worry about these. Go back and rest. You have to continue forging iron tomorrow." said Qi the blacksmith.

After driving the people back, he stood at the door and looked at the three figures that had fallen countless times. Finally, he sighed, went back to the house and closed the door.

Out of sight, out of mind. If you don’t look, you won’t be upset.

It was not until three o'clock in the morning that Song Ziyan fell to the ground again.

His face was bruised and his hands and feet were bloody. Miao Yonghuai threw down the stone in his arms and sat down beside him, panting.

I wanted to use my hands to support him, but I had no strength at all.

Sheng Yingchun wasn't in much better condition either. She neither went to help the two nor stayed.

Holding 50 kilograms of pig iron, he slowly moved forward step by step.

On his tough face, his lips were bitten and bleeding, his eyes had almost lost focus, and he was not far from coma.

Still able to move, all thanks to strong will and instinct.

However, she didn't walk far before she fell face down with a thud.

At this moment, Jiang Lin appeared in time and reached out to pick her up.

With a flash of their figures, the three children disappeared on the spot.

Old Man Wei had already prepared the medicinal soup. When Jiang Lin arrived, he threw the three people directly into it.

The boiling hot water and the powerful medicinal effect immediately brought Song Ziyan and Sheng Yingchun, who were just in a coma, back to consciousness.

I heard loud shouting and screaming. I turned my head with difficulty and saw Miao Yonghuai grimacing and shouting in pain.

Only then did they feel the pain all over their bodies as if their skin was being cut by a knife.

"You only ran 17,000 meters today, and you're already in this state. Do you really think you can persist in the martial arts?"

Jiang Lin's voice came, and the three children turned their heads to look, only to see him say with a cold face: "If you can't hold on, you can quit now. I will send you to Tian Daheng, or give you a large sum of money, and you can be a worry-free rich man in this life without having to worry about anything."

"I won't!" Miao Yonghuai shouted without hesitation. His endurance was the best among the three. After absorbing some of the medicine, he regained some of his spirit.

Song Ziyan said softly, lowering his head, "I, I can get better with practice."

Sheng Yingchun didn't say anything, but her determined eyes said it all.

"If you stay, the days ahead will be many times harder than today, and there will never be a moment of relaxation," Jiang Lin said.

The answer was still the same, and none of the three children showed any intention of backing down.

Even Song Ziyan, who was the weakest, was a little afraid of such hard times, but he still chose to persevere.

Old Man Wei came over, put down three bowls of food covered with red meat, and said, "You didn't have such a hard life in the past, so why scare them?"

Jiang Lin smiled bitterly and said, "You really know how to choose the right time to speak."

That’s right, Jiang Lin deliberately did today’s hard training in order to test the character of the three children.

If they decided to retreat after just one day, Jiang Lin would send them away without hesitation, and regularly give them large sums of silver and elixirs to ensure that they would never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of their lives.

But now it seems that these kids are still quite tenacious. They didn't give up even after fainting from exhaustion several times. It is obvious that this was not just a spur of the moment action.

Old Man Wei looked at the three children with pity in his eyes, and said gently, "Soak in the medicinal soup first, and then come out to eat."

He had no wife or children in his life. He finally had a "grandson" like Jiang Lin, who had no official status. Now he had three more little kids. It was inevitable that some kind of emotion would be aroused in his heart.

Miao Yonghuai and the other two seemed to understand something.

They squatted silently in the wooden barrel until the water cooled down and the effect of the medicine wore off, then they jumped out.

The water was mixed with some health-preserving pills, which almost healed all their blisters, scratches from falls, and sprains.

Now his spirit was restored, his eyes were much brighter, and even his martial arts aura increased slightly.

"Come and have dinner." Old Man Wei waved.

Without saying a word, the three children immediately ran over, picked up the big bowls, and stuffed them into their stomachs like three little tigers.

Old Man Wei was watching from the side, his face full of kindness: "Eat slowly, there's more if you don't have enough."

Jiang Lin came over and wanted to say something, but Old Man Wei waved his hand at him and said, "Let the child eat first. It won't take a little while."

His care and concern even exceeded what he had shown to Jiang Lin in the beginning, to a certain extent.

Jiang Lin smiled bitterly again. The relationship between generations is real, even though these children have no blood relationship with them.

Without saying anything, Jiang Lin turned and walked out.

After a long time, Old Man Wei came out of the house and sat down next to Jiang Lin.

"They're already asleep," said Old Man Wei. Jiang Lin hummed and remained silent.

Old Man Wei turned to look at him and asked, "Why are you so anxious? You have mastered the art of alchemy now, and it won't be a problem for them to follow you."

Jiang Lin was silent for a long time, then said: "Time is running out."

Old Man Wei became even more confused after hearing this. How old are the three children? Life is long, how could there not be many left?
But soon, he seemed to understand something, frowned and asked, "Are you talking about yourself?"

Jiang Lin didn't say anything, but his silence replaced the answer.

"What do you mean?" Old Man Wei frowned even more tightly.

Jiang Lin now holds the position of fourth-rank official. His blacksmithing skills are unmatched and his alchemy skills have reached great perfection. He holds an extraordinary status both in the Ministry of Works and in the border army.

Even after he provoked three powerful clans, they were unable to do anything to him.

Logically speaking, he is no longer much of a threat.

Jiang Lin didn't know how to explain it. Should he say that the higher his achievements, the closer he was to danger?
After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Marshal Yu said that when I can forge a holy weapon, he will tell me how to become a saint in the flesh."

Old Man Wei was startled for a moment, then his brows relaxed, but then they locked together again.

It is naturally a good thing to sanctify the body. For hundreds of years, only the ancestor of blacksmiths has been recorded as such, and no one else has ever heard of such an ability.

But if successful, it means Jiang Lin will leave this place, and we may never see each other again.

Old Man Wei felt both happy and extremely sad.

If Jiang Lin was not around, he didn't know how he would spend the rest of his life.

In Old Man Wei's mind, he thought this was what Jiang Lin meant by time was running out. He breathed slowly, adjusted his mood, and tried not to appear so sad.

"It's okay. You have just arrived at the Yuan army. There is still time." said the old man Wei.

Jiang Lin hummed but said nothing.

There is indeed some time before we can become holy soldiers or even divine soldiers.

But the danger lies not in the sanctification of the physical body. His intuition tells him that the stronger the weapon he creates, the closer he will be to becoming cannon fodder.

Jiang Lin was fed up with this feeling. He really didn't understand why it was like this.

He is obviously stronger, so why is his life getting worse?
He even thought to himself, why not just leave it at that... no more progress, maybe there will be no more danger.

But then again, whether it is the border troops or the Ministry of Works, including the rewards from His Majesty the Emperor, aren't they all due to his rapid progress, allowing everyone to see his unparalleled potential and talent?

If there is no potential, will I still receive such treatment?

Maybe there is, maybe not.

The feeling of powerlessness, of not being able to control one's destiny, came over me again.

A creaking sound was heard, and Old Man Wei looked down and saw a pair of tightly clenched fists.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes again. It was such a good thing to become a saint in the flesh, so why did he feel the aura of anger from Jiang Lin?

No, there are other things, such as unwillingness!
Yes, Jiang Lin was unwilling to do so.

To live again is like to be reborn.

He finally has the good life he has today, so how could he want it to be ruined by others?

The destiny cannot be controlled by oneself, after all, it is because you are not strong enough!
If he is really as strong as the gods in heaven, who else in this world can threaten him, and who else can make him a cannon fodder!
Jiang Lin suddenly turned his head and looked at Old Man Wei, and asked, "Master Wei, when you were in the frontier army, if someone wanted to use you as cannon fodder for their own benefit, what would you do? Do what you are told and die?"

Old Man Wei was slightly startled, and said without hesitation: "Of course I killed him."

The border troops do have strict military discipline, but they have never had the habit of being cannon fodder.

If they knew that a superior treated them as cannon fodder, they would go with knives to seek justice, no matter if you were a lieutenant general, a general, or even a marshal.

This is a hellish place where my head is tied to my belt and I have to live one day at a time. If you still do these things, how can I live if I don’t chop you off?

After hearing this, Jiang Lin smiled.

"Yes, they should be killed."

He exhaled lightly and looked up at the stars in the sky.

If you don't want to be cannon fodder, don't want to be used by others at will, and don't want to be a pawn of those in power in this world, then you have to become the chess player yourself!

Seeing Jiang Lin's aura suddenly change and rushing straight into the sky with unparalleled sharpness, Old Man Wei vaguely understood something.

This child is no longer the apprentice he had just met, nor is he the blacksmith with extraordinary skills in the eyes of everyone.

The current Jiang Lin actually gave him the feeling of meeting those in power.

This is not just a change in aura, but also a change in Jiang Lin's own state of mind!

……

Before dawn, Miao Yonghuai and two other people had been dragged out of the house by Jiang Lin.

Fifty kilograms of pig iron was thrown at him, and the voice was cold and ruthless: "Keep running. When you run 30,000 meters, you can eat."

Miao Yonghuai was still sleepy and was about to speak while rubbing his eyes, but he saw Sheng Yingchun quietly picking up the pig iron and running out.

Next is Song Ziyan, who is thin but has a very strong character.

Seeing that the two had already run more than ten meters, Miao Yonghuai finally reacted. He immediately bent down and picked up the heavy pig iron and shouted: "Hey, wait for me!"

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