These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 154 The Greatest Work

After hearing those majestic words, the old men and women present were so surprised that they were speechless.

The villagers nearby didn't care about the words, but looked at the interior of the villa with fiery eyes.

This is definitely not an ordinary mountain villa, but a hidden paradise where a group of immortals live!
For these common people, it was the first time they had seen such a magnificent scene.

"please wait a while."

With Su Yu Niang's communication and exchanges, the heavy door of the villa opened.

There was no welcome or hospitality, as if the arrival of these guests was just a trivial matter for the entire villa.

The Sword Fairy said in a deep voice: "Please forgive me, they are not good at communicating with people, and they are immersed in their own forging world. The light of the furnace and the heat in their hearts are all they have!"

Zhang Jinsheng felt a little admiration in his heart, but was not surprised.

Not everyone is good at talking to people.

Especially some inner geniuses who are immersed in their own world, they stutter and avoid looking when speaking to others, and you can't tell at all that they are masters who have achieved success in a certain field.

Walk into this villa.

What comes into view is a clean and tidy flat square.

There was an [Update Announcement] sign at the door, with densely written words in an incomprehensible dialect.

With the help of the translation plug-in, blacksmiths can understand the characters from the other world, but they can still use Chinese characters to record on the bulletin board.

Next to the [Update Announcement] is another [Daily Tasks] sign.

Occasionally, you would see one or two people watching in front of the sign, accepting tasks, looking at the guests who had arrived, giving them a light and cold "smile", and then turning around and leaving. They walked with their hands and feet together, a little stiff, or nervous?
"That smile is a bit creepy."

Zhang Jinsheng frowned and thought for a while: "There is indeed something wrong with this villa."

Fortunately, he was mentally prepared and knew that there would always be unusual events in Mo Manor. A mere smile would not be of concern to this old man who had lived for more than three thousand years.

His eyes fell on the notice board instead.

The unfamiliar Chinese characters were written with vigorous and powerful strokes.

The font rises and falls like waves, and the structure of the font is harmonious and beautiful, just like a beautiful and jumping note.

"How come I have never seen it before?" Zhang Jinsheng whispered.

Who is he? Although he has no fighting ability, he is treated as a distinguished guest by Pyeongchang City and is one of the oldest living fossils in the city.

Over the past three thousand years, I have seen countless passers-by, travelers, and brilliant monks from afar, but I cannot recognize their dialects or characters at all.

Did this group of blacksmiths really come from other distant areas and come here with their profound heritage and skills?
“This is the ocean language of our homeland.”

At this time, Jiucai Rong came to the side unconsciously, bowed lightly and said: "Welcome guests, this will be the most correct choice in your life."

"Ocean? Your hometown is from the ocean?" Zhang Jinsheng was surprised: "This text..."

“The writing comes from home, it’s what our ancestors used.”

Jiucai Rong smiled gently, "We are just one of the branches that drifted here. Our forging techniques are slightly different from the local style."

Zhang Jinsheng was stunned when he heard this.

The unique writing system must represent an ancient and remote race. The other party's explanation just confirmed some of the guesses in his mind.

The opponent's forging system comes from far away, an ancient heritage.

"If you are curious about our hometown, we can chat about it later. Let's get down to business first. Please stay in the Exchange Inn in the villa."

"As for you." Jiucai Rong looked at the victims, "Come along too."

As the door of the inn opened, everyone entered the hall. The living room was brightly lit, and on the walls hung various oil paintings, ink paintings, and paintings full of artistic atmosphere.

The walls are covered with couplets, poems and calligraphy in exotic languages, which look extremely beautiful.

The facilities inside the entire inn feel like being in a foreign country. Although I can't understand the mysterious Chinese characters, I still feel a sense of mystery.

The hot meals prepared on the table made the hungry villagers look eagerly.

"Please sit down and eat."

Jiucai Rong smiled gently, "This is the welcoming banquet prepared for you. Please eat your fill and we'll talk again."

Several old men and women finished their meal in a very relaxed manner, wiped their lips gracefully, and then separated completely from the villagers and were taken to the management office.

Several villagers stood up nervously, not knowing what to do.

"Don't worry, you are just travelers passing by, we will arrange guest rooms for you." A plump cheongsam beauty stood up and led them to the second floor with a smile.

Steward's room.

Jiucairong asked them to sit down.

Dao Jiujiu, the Fairy Doctor, and Su Yu Niang were already sitting among them, with expressionless faces and cold gazes, revealing a paralyzed expression.

"This is our forging master." Jiucai Rong introduced.

Dao Jiujiu nodded coldly: "Hello, welcome."

"Hello." Zhang Jinsheng nodded, not looking down on the other person because of his young age.

Zhang Jinsheng looked solemn and said straight to the point:

"There are only a dozen days until the arrival of the Red Sun. We must forge the weapon you mentioned within these ten days. Can you tell us the principle and forging method of this weapon, and what kind of cooperation we need?"

"Of course." Jiucai Rong said, "But the content needs to be kept secret. You must swear to your own Dao heart first."

Zhang Jinsheng and others were well prepared when they arrived.

After Daoxin swore an oath.

Jiucairong stood up slowly: "We come from an ancient island in the ocean. The blacksmith heritage can be traced back to a very distant era." "In the ocean, there are a lot of embers, far more than on land. The number of embers and monsters is almost the same. They are mighty and lurking in the deep sea."

"Under such circumstances, the weapon spirits that we have forged for generations have begun to no longer contain the essence of monsters, but have gradually developed into weapon spirits with embers as their essences."

Several blacksmiths were stunned on the spot, and even some old men and women who were not calm enough could not stop exclaiming.

"Embers are weapon spirits?"

“Isn’t this an obsolete process?”

The history of mankind consists of attempts.

The undead spirit of the monster - the ashes, is the spirit of the weapon, and someone has already tested it.

But it is far inferior to the living spirit of the monster - the spirit, which is the spirit of the weapon.

First, the appearance of the monster embers is unstable.

Secondly, the ashes of monsters still retain their hatred for humans during their lifetime and are likely to kill their masters. They are far inferior to the monster spirits whose consciousness has been erased and the pure and ignorant new spirits.

Embers represent the loss of the plasticity of the spirit of the weapon.

Maintain the same self-personality as before death.

"We certainly know that this is a craft that is slightly inferior to mainstream forging."

Leek Rong said:
"But the special environment of the deep sea with abundant embers makes it easier for us to absorb this kind of weapon spirit, although it will be weaker than the average level."

Jiucai Rong narrated the history calmly: "But our ancestors were unwilling to accept this after all. They forged ash weapons for generations, but were not as good as the mainstream and were ridiculed by their peers."

"So, after generations of research, day after day, we tried to forge a kind of ash weapon with the power of the entire family to prove that our path was not wrong."

"Finally, the main line of the clan gave birth to the Saint Girl, who has been living together for many years."

"My ancestors once had a fantasy that if there were two souls in one body, they would both produce embers and fuse together."

Zhang Jinsheng and others were stunned.

Two embers, fusion?
this.
Is it really possible?

But their experience tells them that it is very likely.

Other souls, demon beasts and weapon spirits cannot be merged, after all, they are two different creatures.

But the essence of the ember is a soul bubble.

If two soul bubbles are produced after a person dies, there is a high possibility that there is a basis for fusion.

"So that's how it is. You want to forge an unprecedented Cinder Spirit!" The hot-tempered Zhang Jinsheng suddenly stood up in shock, as if he had heard something incredible.

Jiucairong still described it calmly: "Yes, after tens of thousands of years, finally, our generation was born by chance."

Even though Zhang Jinsheng was a well-informed man, he felt a chill in his heart when he heard this bland description.

How small is the probability?
A life form born with two souls in one body is a species that is extremely unlikely to appear.

The probability of an ember being born can perhaps be increased with the help of treasures, to a few hundredths of one.

But what is the probability of two embers of a person being born at the same time?
A few percent multiplied by a few percent.

The other party waited for countless years, and in this generation, the twin embers finally appeared by chance.
For a moment, the old men and women present looked at the young blacksmith with mixed feelings.

"This is what it means to forge a divine weapon over thousands of years."

Zhang Jinsheng grasped the armrests of the chair with both hands, shocked.

Even though he had seen true forging masters at the city level and the forging family traditions that were resounding throughout Xinyi Continent, none of them had half the obsession and style of this distant ethnic minority.

This family has a spirit of pure strength and determination to go all out.

Ember weapon.

This proves that the embers are a weapon spirit and are no weaker than humans!
This absolutely precious material that only appears once every tens of thousands of years appeared before my eyes. It was a miracle that was born by chance after who knows how many years.
"That saint lady is..." Zhang Jinsheng said.

"It's the Sword Fairy."

Jiucai Rong said calmly: "She has one Yang spiritual root and one Yin spiritual root. The fusion of the two will fulfill our family's mission of thousands of years, and the magic soldier will be born!"

He stood up, his face filled with memories of distant years:

"This is the long-cherished wish of our forging family for generations!"

"It is so sad that our ancestors constantly compromised with the length of their lives and the misfortunes of their births, and died with hatred in their hearts."

"We, the descendants of this generation, have come to this historic moment. We are even willing to sacrifice our lives for everything. If we can hear the truth in the morning, we can die in the evening."

After the voice fell, the elderly blacksmiths sat there in silence for a long time.

When the news was confirmed and the whole truth behind their invitation was revealed, the old blacksmiths were not happy or excited. Instead, they felt endless sadness and desolation for this piece of history.

This family has been sharpening its sword for thousands of years!
He suddenly remembered the words of the Sword Fairy, the voice that spoke with the torrent of fate:
"I guarantee it with my life!!"

"In that villa, something is happening that is more mythical than a fairy tale, more legendary than a legend, a forging miracle that is the result of countless lives, blood and tears!"

It's actually true.

More mythical than myth, more miraculous than miracle.

This is a great work written by a forging family with the raging waves of life from generation to generation, risking their lives.

They, generation after generation of forging masters, died in pursuit of that unattainable dream. How helpless, how desperate, and how tragic they were.

At this moment, the old blacksmiths present felt heavy and excited, and all had an idea:
"If this weapon is successful, it will be famous all over the world."

(End of this chapter)