These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 151: The Wall of Human Monument

Blacksmiths have always been rigorous.

The other party called it a miracle, an unprecedented magic soldier.
Moreover, we sincerely invite them to come to the mountain to forge together and witness this historic moment!

"They, really said that?"

Many people's voices were hoarse, shocked by the meaning.

The blacksmith, who was originally hesitant about whether to go up the mountain to explore the mysteries and seek their technology, was completely shaken.

As a forging artist, who doesn't want to forge a great work?

This is a fatal temptation.

And the sound of quarrels breaking out also rang out.

"impossible!"

Zhang Jia, the chief blacksmith, said angrily, "I told you last time that they are demonic cultivators and they may be using human lives to forge their weapons. I don't know how they got so many scholars."

Zhang Jinsheng still angrily retorted: "Nothing is impossible. Don't use your narrow cognition to guess the unknown. This will only make you look ignorant. They must have just mastered a brand new technology."

The two stubborn old men started arguing again.

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly bowed and saluted: "Chief Zhang Jia, I'm sorry. We have been together for 3,721 years, and we have also fought for more than 3,700 years. Today, perhaps we have to go our separate ways."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Zhangjia's mouth opened wide, and his eloquent voice stopped: "Part ways?"

"I won't argue with you anymore. I'm leaving this blacksmith shop."

Zhang Jinsheng looked at the burning furnace, and there was a hint of longing and desire in his old voice.

"Three thousand seven hundred years ago, the two of us followed the first generation of brilliant clan leader and witnessed the Zhang family rise from a small family to one of the three major families, and then to the current crisis of genocide. I have protected it too much."

“I should go after what I want.”

His voice was firm, "I am unwilling to let the remaining life end here."

"These days, weapon blind boxes, painted cards, and even the Sword Fairy's ember weapons have shown me a rough, yet unprecedented path."

His voice suddenly became sonorous and powerful.

“They are passionate and energetic.”

"The Sword Fairy told me that they were a group of blacksmiths who risked their lives for forging, pursuing an unknown path."

"I'm going to join them!"

He lived for more than 3,700 years, but he had made no progress.

The rigidity of his thinking and the technological barriers of his large family prevented him from breaking through the bottleneck for thousands of years.

It takes genius to break through technological barriers.

What mediocre people cannot understand in their lifetime is what they cannot understand.

"I agree!"

Another old blacksmith nodded and said excitedly:

"There are good and evil monks! But how can blacksmiths distinguish between good and evil? I firmly believe that they are full of passion to forge weapons that are so beautiful that they look like works of art."

The old blacksmiths around also expressed their willingness.

"You guys." Zhang Jia sighed.

It's not that he can't understand.

They are all too old, and when their dreams are within reach, many people are willing to give it a try.

"Hey, go ahead."

Zhang Jia seemed to be completely old. He sighed and said, "I won't go. I want to stay in the family until the last moment. But you must be careful."

"At the same time, I will keep it a secret for you, and the younger generation of monks will not know where you are going."

Secretly collude with the evil cultivators.

If this news gets out, something big will happen.

The cold wind is biting.

Outside Pyeongchang City.

Listening to the whistling wind, a secret team is leaving the city.

They were a group of elderly blacksmiths, wearing black cloaks to hide their whereabouts.

There is no option to go through the teleportation array.

If someone from the Zhang family went there like this, it would be too conspicuous, and one could tell at a glance that they were colluding with the evil cultivators.

Deputy Chief Zhang Jinsheng is a tall and strong old man with a soldier-like determination in his eyes. He walks meticulously and looks very straight.

There were six people going with him.

He and the two old blacksmiths next to him are in the fourth organ realm, and the rest are in the fifth body realm.

Although he was not a combat-type monk and had almost no combat experience, he still did not ask anyone to protect him. This low profile was actually the safest.

"My dear granddaughter, we are leaving the city." Zhang Jinsheng stroked the storage bag on his waist, which contained the sledgehammer that had accompanied him for more than two thousand years. "I will go over to see the group of people you mentioned."

"Yeah." At this point, the Sword Fairy felt a dull pain in her conscience, because their feelings and personalities were too real.

The Sword Fairy put aside her emotions and said, "I'll take you up the mountain."

The grandfather she recognized was Zhang Jinsheng.

As she repeatedly told the story of the beauty of the villa and the passion and hard work of the blacksmiths, the other party gradually developed a good impression of the villa.

He is in the Four Organs Realm, and theoretically his lifespan can be 8000 years.

He is only over three thousand years old now, and according to this proportion, he should be in his prime.

But actually.

Most of his peers are dead.

Zhang Jinsheng smiled and said, "We, the auxiliary profession, are the ones who live the longest."

"All the combat cultivators I know, including the Zhang family and other noble families, are dead. Even the great cultivators in the Three Yuan Realm did not live as long as I did."

"They go out on adventures, fight, and sometimes they fail."

His eyes flashed with nostalgia, "You must remember one thing, when you pick up the butcher knife, you will surely die by it."

Therefore, being a supporting profession may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Practice quietly, live in harmony with the world, and study what you like.

Even live longer than others.

Others are fighting for supremacy in the martial arts world, with new and old people coming and going, but he is still alive.

“What if I, a combat monk, cultivate to the fourth organ realm and live out my retirement in seclusion?” said the Sword Fairy.

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly burst into laughter:
"Hide and live in retirement? As long as they are still in the Four Organs Realm, they will still have organs that have not been refined. When their organs wither and need to be replaced with magical instruments, they will become useless! They will spend resources all the time, and without a source of income, their savings will be exhausted."

"Even the family is unwilling to support these useless people. They cannot help the family. The cost is too high. When the internal organs wither, natural death is the best way."

"I am also a useless person, my internal organs have been removed."

"But I can definitely live for 8,000 years, because all the families will support me with the knowledge, experience, skills, and insights in my head. I am a living fossil called 'inheritance'."

"Combat monks are too tough and easily broken, and their peak period is short, while people like us become more valuable as we age. This is the amazing charm of the auxiliary profession."

He sighed, "Even if there is a crisis of genocide now, it may not affect me. As long as I bow my head, kneel, and bend my waist, countless families will support me and maintain the huge daily expenses, allowing me to live until the 8000-year limit."

The Sword Fairy was silent: "You can't leave your family, otherwise you wouldn't risk coming to this magic village."

"Too old." Zhang Jinsheng sighed, "I have witnessed the rise and fall of the entire family. I can no longer change the family. I have lived enough."

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly laughed and said:

"After being a useless person for more than three thousand years, what's the fun in living? I may have wanted to die a long time ago, but I have persisted until now for the sake of my family."

"Don't underestimate the spiritual roots of any auxiliary profession, even spiritual farmers. You are a master of cultivating advanced spiritual roots. Countless people are begging you and supporting you to live to the limit of your theoretical lifespan!"

"You are the living tombstone of this family. Even if you die, they will find ways to increase the probability of turning you into embers, a living tomb, and a monument to the family's history."

"This is the way our world, families, holy places, and sects pass on their heritage."

The Sword Fairy was deeply touched when she heard this.

Crash.

A group of people walked out in a dusty manner.

"Outside the wall."

"They have left safely."

"It did not arouse suspicion."

In the bitter cold wind, outside the wall of Pyeongchang, the Sword Fairy suddenly felt something and turned around to look.

Wow~~
The cold wind blew on the lonely, empty tombstones in the wall. The incense burned everywhere for ancestor worship gave off smoke that stretched for thousands of miles. The burning paper money in front of the graves produced thick smoke.

She suddenly understood what the wall meant.

The growth of a family is built on the blood and tears of its ancestors, and those monuments outside the walls are never easily obtained.

Even the most inconspicuous of the 30,000 tombstones was once filled with the joys and sorrows and sufferings of someone's life.

The wall of Pyeongchang City is essentially a high wall of civilization forged with human history, composing a hymn of human courage, and a wall of sighs that protects the lives and reproduction of ordinary people.

"We walked!"

Zhang Jinsheng turned around and waved, and Zhang Jia also waved back.

An old friend who had known each other for more than three thousand years just left like that. Zhangjia knew in his heart that the stubborn old man would never come back.

“The wall is right under our feet and also in the future.”

Walking in the withered yellow grass wilderness, Zhang Jinsheng looked far away towards the mysterious villa in the mountains:
"I hope that my departure will become a new wall for future generations."

(End of this chapter)