These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 159 The greatness of this villa is beyond description!

The eyes of several blacksmiths popped out of their heads.

You have lived for thousands of years.

Even though I've lived as a dog for most of my life and haven't experienced any strange hardships, it shouldn't be that unbearable, right?

It's not like I went to some dangerous or spooky place. I just visited the blacksmith shop next door, and it turned out like this?

Speaking of which, it seems that there was a rumor before that the businessman Zhang Huaping who was in charge of the transaction was always unstable and nervous every time he came back.

Very similar to the old man in front of me!
"Cheer up." An old lady said as she copied the inscription, "Tell me what happened over there."

"Well, let me guess, their forging method is very special?" an old man laughed.

Another old man also spoke up: "You saw the navy. They looked ugly and scary. Are you surprised?"

Zhang Jinsheng listened to everyone's chatter and knew that they were trying to divert his attention. He frowned and said:
"No, I didn't see any dead marines in their smithy, but..."

"I saw a lot of blacksmith corpses."

With a hoarse voice, he recounted the experience.

Everyone was stunned and their faces changed drastically when they heard this.

But fortunately, they did not see it with their own eyes, and they were all people who had lived for a long time, so they would not lose their minds and affect the engraving of the inscriptions in their hands.

"what are they doing?"

An old man frowned and analyzed: "They said before that we are novices on this road. We should watch carefully, learn well, analyze more and ask fewer questions."

"Putting aside those images, let's look at the essence of the facts. They must be forging weapon spirits now. So, let people attract turbid air and commit suicide?"

There is no doubt that these words made all the old ladies and old men re-analyze the meaning of the text.

Zhang Jinsheng also suddenly came to his senses and couldn't help but analyze: "Their movements are somewhat similar to the legendary [Vacuum Device]."

"Turbid vessel, what is that?" asked a younger old blacksmith who had reached the great perfection of the Five Body Realm.

"The turbid device is not a conventional weapon."

Zhang Jinsheng said, "These are special sacrificial instruments used by some ethnic minorities and mountain villages. The spiritual roots they cultivate are very special. Their combat power is mediocre during their lifetime, but it is after death that their spiritual roots become powerful."

"After they die, their special spiritual roots will allow them to preserve relatively intact residual souls, which can be embedded in some kind of sacrificial instruments."

"When they fight, they use the turbid instruments to ask the gods to possess their bodies. This state of possession is similar to the state of those scholars who were possessed by evil spirits when the three flowers bloomed. They are crazy and mad, but their fighting power is very strong!"

The blacksmiths reacted at once.

If you say turbid device, they may not understand.

But they have heard of the "art of summoning spirits" you mentioned.

It is a relatively radical practice method of local ethnic groups, and it has strong combat power.

But there is a saying that goes like this.

It is easy to ask God but difficult to send Him away.

After these monks have prayed to the gods many times, they are prone to being polluted, forgetting who they are, and becoming the walking remnants of an ancient ancestor.

Someone said: "Are they making a turbid vessel to summon the gods? To absorb the remnants and wronged souls wandering between heaven and earth?"

Someone retorted: "These are by no means powerful residual souls, but just some wandering weak souls. They are useless and not worth sacrificing one's life for!"

"Then, they may be using this method, with a special turbid vessel, to fuse the two soul bubbles."

After reaching the conclusion, everyone fell silent.

These blacksmiths are proficient in traditional forging and have no idea about the principles of the other party's ash weapon inheritance.

But it can be confirmed that it should be a necessary means of integration, otherwise they would not have made such a great sacrifice and joked with the lives of their own people. In this case, why they were willing to die can be fully explained.

"Help."

"Don't knock me."

“It hurts so much”

The crazy voices, the murmurs of resentful souls, and the whispers of regret were heard again from the blacksmith next door.

Everyone looked at each other.

The previous fear, laughter, and excitement were no longer scary or terrifying, but instead revealed a sense of tragedy and passion.

They were like moths to a flame, using the lives of the scholars in their family to complete the final transformation of their weapons.

In a trance, they recalled the description of the Sword Fairy again.

Zhang Jinsheng silently recited each word and said aloud:

"When you witness their forging process, you will find that it is something that does not belong to this world, full of the purity and heroic glory of pilgrimage."

“It’s just like the ancient humans struggling in the mud, one after another, lighting the torches of civilization with their lives! That’s a passion that comes from the origin of life!”

The old men and women stopped talking and just remained silent.

Now, after carefully chewing over every word in it, I finally understand how profound and heavy the meaning contained in it is.

We knew of their greatness from hearing their family stories before, but now we know that this greatness and tragedy is far heavier than we imagined.

Because we have now personally experienced their twin miracles and can feel the practical significance of their sacrifices from generation to generation, but those ancestors tens of thousands of years ago could not predict the future when they sacrificed themselves, and did not know whether their sacrifice would create the opportunity for this miracle.

They just gamble on the extremely low probability of a "miracle" with full of enthusiasm again and again. When it comes to sacrifice, they rely on nothing but their enthusiasm, but they don't know whether this road will have an end or whether their efforts will be rewarded.

These old blacksmiths wanted to cry when they thought of such a desperate scene. It was too tragic.

“We have always known of their greatness, yet we continue to underestimate their greatness.”

Everyone was silent, some even burst into tears, lamenting their tragic and passionate emotions.

They were a group of admirable explorers, and in front of them was a flame called truth.

Zhang Jinsheng silently returned to the stove and slowly helped to burn the paper, looking serious:
"Gentlemen, the unattainable dream has now borne fruit! We must not let down the wishes of the victims, we must carry their dreams forward."

The lightning in Zhang Jinsheng's eyes became brighter and brighter. His hunched body seemed thin, but he was as tall and straight as a pine tree.

His engraving pen is like a swordsman's sharp sword, just like a peerless swordsman taking action, with full of sharpness.

"They risked their lives. We helped forge this weapon. We must do our best to make it worthy of the blood and tears they shed."

Several elderly people shuddered and looked guilty.

They recalled the successive sacrifices in the blacksmith shop next door, like moths to a flame. We still had time to chat and joke, and even took the time to peek, curious about what the so-called navy monster looked like.

An overwhelming wave of regret drowned out the thoughts in their minds.

"The blacksmith in this villa is the real master of forging." They couldn't stop being shocked.

At this moment, the old men finally understood the true meaning of the couplet at the entrance of the villa, and they also interpreted the passion contained in the words with their lives:

The candle is out, but the burning soul and will remain.

Life is cast in the furnace, and swords, spears, and halberds continue to be created.

"Carry on the past, what a good one."

This group of old blacksmiths who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years listened to the sad song next door, and they felt uncontrollable sadness and shock in their hearts. A thought came to their minds:
"The Sword Fairy is right. There is an utopia on the mountain."

(End of this chapter)