These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 250 Rural Love Story
time flies.

After forging for several hours, Mr. Zhang observed the various weapon forgings in the blacksmith shop, walking back and forth among the small teams and occasionally giving instructions.

These painted cards and dog-tail weapons do have some tricks.

But the workmanship is too crude.

It is because they have the advantage in the magical powers of monster materials, otherwise they would not be able to compete in the current involuted weapons business.

"Here, we should hit like this, one light and one heavy."

"Rhythm, yes, coordinated with breathing, breathing is the most important thing."

“Every good blacksmith is a good drummer and a good musician.”

"Forging an excellent weapon is like playing a beautiful piece of music that is smooth to the extreme!"

"You guys are making too much random noise. I can tell it's not okay just by listening to it."

Mr. Zhang kept giving instructions and even took part in the battle himself.

It was as if the terrifying scene I saw before was all an illusion.

Of course, even if he still has doubts in his heart, what can he do?
After asking the spirit to possess his body, his remaining soul was rapidly dissipating, and it was estimated that his entire life would be burned out in a few hours.

None of these things mattered anymore.

At the end of his life, he only wanted to work as a blacksmith, satisfy his desire to work with iron, and teach others, which would be a perfect ending for him.

The time passed from noon to dusk, and the sky gradually darkened.

"Senior, what do you think of this painting card?"

When it was time for dinner, Jiucairong couldn't help but come out.

Mr. Zhang put down the hammer in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and recalled the forging process of the painting card:
"Well, it can be seen that you are very good at summarizing patterns, writing down data in notebooks, and conducting what you call controlled experiments. You are developing very quickly."

Before his death, Mr. Zhang was amazed at the purity of these people.

They are full of words like "upgrading", "transferring experience" and "win-win cooperation" and are frantically pushing forward the development of their own technology.

To know.

There are many little tricks and secrets in a side job like blacksmithing that will not be easily passed on to others.

Even a family-owned blacksmith shop is divided into several branches, each of which forges iron, and the secrets are only passed down to their direct descendants.

And these people seemed to have no guard.

It is also this forging mode that allows them to conduct research at an extremely fast speed.

At the very least, these one or two magical weapons used by the low-level blacksmiths are already extremely solid. With my help in smoothing out some minor details and shortcomings, I believe that after a few days of training, they will be able to completely forge these two weapons.

At this time, Su Yuniang ran over from outside the door:

"Senior, please join our dinner party. We will also see you off."

Zhang Lao was stunned for a moment, then nodded: “In that case, I will have dinner with you at the last minute!”

soon.

A group of people sat around the campfire, singing and dancing.

There was constant laughter and laughter.

Mr. Zhang stared at this cheerful atmosphere in a daze and smiled with relief.

He actually felt that it was a pleasure to see this group of energetic blacksmiths before leaving.

"Sir, what do you think of us?" Amidst the flickering firelight, the God of Cookery brought the food.

Mr. Zhang thought for a while and said, "Hard work, diligence, and a love of learning, and most importantly, a dream in one's eyes, are the core elements for a team to succeed."

"Senior, you don't need to praise them so much, they will be proud." The medical fairy smiled sweetly.

"Bah! We are strong, okay?" a blacksmith was furious. "We want to become the best forging village in the world! We will pave the way for all mankind!"

The Fairy Medicine retorted: "It's nothing strong. I've been researching low-level magic tools for so long, but they're still the same. I can only ask the gods for help."

Mr. Zhang just watched their conversation quietly, laughing and scolding.

In fact, he had already vaguely guessed the forging process of this painted card and what the "navy" was.

are people.

There is something seriously wrong with this villa.

According to common sense, even the high-level blacksmiths of the Zhang family could not see the whereabouts of the navy, so how could the remaining soul of Old Zhang, an even weaker blacksmith, possibly see it?
But he witnessed with his own eyes that group of "water soldiers" hammering in the blacksmith shop.

Just one association.

You will understand that the water army is what the evil cultivators call a two-legged sheep and a living ginseng.

But when he looked at this group of people laughing and talking, he really couldn't connect them with that horrible thing.

He felt his memory becoming increasingly blurred. Before he died, he suddenly asked, "Sailor, why did you do this?"

The blacksmiths who were eating and bragging around suddenly looked stiff.

Sure enough, it was guessed.

When the atmosphere was dull, Shao Chai Kun stood up and pointed to the bottom of the mountain: "Do you see that bonfire at the bottom of the mountain?"

Mr. Zhang looked over.

It was a huge wall.

A bonfire was lit, and a group of women who were looking at each other from afar were dancing over there with graceful and charming dance moves.

"That is, our wife."

Shao Chai Kun tells a beautiful love story.

In this remote mountain village, a group of simple villagers have lived for hundreds of years. They leave their doors open at night and return lost items.

They studied, practiced and defended the villa in the school on the mountain.

The woman at the foot of the mountain is a non-professional blacksmith. She is a special kind of painter who paints landscapes and sells them.

But one day, a strange disaster struck, and the flames of war surrounded the land. The miserable roars and angry shouts were endless.

Shao Chai Kun said this with a bitter look on his face: "As you can see, they are already a group of cunning people."

"During that strange disaster, the warriors in our villa failed to protect them."

When Shao Chai Kun said this, he burst into tears and cried loudly:
"Today, they are still watching from the foot of the mountain."

"We were helpless and could only temporarily change our jobs to become blacksmiths and forge painted plaques with their bones."

"We have only started learning how to forge cards in the past two months, so that their bones can leave traces in this world."

"They love painting, and whenever I write with the cards they forged, I can think of them."

"In order to better forge their painting cards and let them leave a mark in the world, we even spent 5,000 magic coins to buy a summoning card and urgently learned how to forge memories."

“So, you’re here.”

Shao Chai Kun's voice gradually choked up.

"I'm sorry, we really didn't mean to lie to you. We have never hurt anyone. We only hurt ourselves. We just want to keep our loved ones."

Mr. Zhang let go of his thoughts.

Indeed, they definitely didn't take long to forge.

Because from the calluses on their palms and their conditioned reflexes, you can tell that they are a group of newcomers.

Definitely less than half a year.

But now I think about it, it may have been less than two months. But to have such a high level of memory in two months, you can imagine how hardworking and diligent the other person must be.

I am afraid that every day will be like this, working hard and enduring boredom.

Old Zhang looked at the dance at the foot of the mountain. It was so beautiful that he felt an inexplicable sense of sadness and couldn't help but imagine what the scene was like.

A group of blacksmiths were forging on the mountain, a group of women were washing clothes, cooking and waiting at the foot of the mountain, and children were chasing and playing, reading and taking walks.

Even now.

They still think about their husbands in the mountains, dancing for them every night, and looking from afar at the scholars studying in the mountains, maintaining their daily lives as they did before.

This is a group of infatuated people.

They repeat the dance at the daily bonfire party at the foot of the mountain.

——This is a suicide note and a love letter they wrote to them.

Zhang Lao looked at the dance at the foot of the mountain and sighed:
"Forget it, forget it. I won't ask about this anymore. I didn't expect that it would be interesting to witness your story before I leave."

He is actually very smart.

He pretended to agree, gave random instructions, fulfilled his last wish before leaving, and had a great time doing iron forging.

After that, he left this world without passing on the memory fragments to the person who invited the god.

When inviting gods, what matters is the degree of compatibility.

If you resist on your own, the other party won't get many forging fragments.

He originally didn't want to help these vicious and twisted scum and evil cultivators.

But now, I think I have wronged them.

They are a group of infatuated men in the villa.

"Feel sorry."

Mr. Zhang apologized for exposing the other party's scars.

"It's okay." Shao Chai Kun whispered, "Ask the world, what is love that makes people willing to be together through life and death?"

"Today, let's get drunk." The mason toasted heroically.

"Then drink!"

Mr. Zhang didn't ask any more questions. Why bother about so many things when he was dying?

He drank and ate meat in big gulps, relaxed his mind, and no longer hid some tricks. He patiently taught and communicated with the blacksmiths.

The blacksmiths also talked about the past, their youth.

"Back then, my lover and I were in love."

"Unfortunately, a monster called a river crab prevented my lover and I from having sex that day. Even today, after being married for a long time, we are still not allowed to have sex."

"It's suffering, it's fate."

"Alas, river crab, this is a unique monster in our area, it is really vicious."

Both parties were drunk, and the food and small talk helped to dispel the rift.

"A trumpeter came from the east, and a fool came from the west~"

There were people singing and dancing impromptu in the distance, which was quite interesting.

Wow!
The burning bonfire sparkled with stars, warming the people on the winter night.

As the liquor flowed down their throats and under the light of the fire, the common emotions of humanity brought the two sides closer.

There are also beautiful girls standing high up, humming unknown local songs with clear, cold and sad voices, telling experiences and warming people's hearts on this warm winter night.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky."

"The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the willow flute fades, and the sun sets outside the mountains."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends."

"A pot of muddy wine to end my remaining joy, don't dream of the cold tonight."

As the melodious song played, Mr. Zhang's memory became more and more hazy the more he drank, and he recalled the past for the first time in a long time.

Inexplicably, I recalled the love and hate between me and that girl when I was young, the dreams when I was forging, the high spirits, until now, three thousand years later
Looking at this group of young people, I inexplicably feel the same way.

His memory gradually blurred, his cheeks flushed from drinking, and he completely disappeared. He uttered the last sentence in a daze:
"Don't be discouraged."

"This land is filled with graves, and separation from loved ones is common."

"It is also fate that I witnessed your touching story before I died."

Wow.

He fell in the snow, looking at the stars in the night sky, his memory gradually becoming blurred.

I vaguely saw a pair of hands shaking hazily in front of my eyes, as if testing my eyesight, and I heard a voice in my ears.

"Senior, can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

"I guess it's done."

"I was so scared. I thought he was going to resist and resist the inheritance of his memories."

"Hehe, he really believed it."

"Goodbye, ancestor."

"Goodbye, ancestor."

"This time, we were lucky enough to improvise and make him let down his guard. He told a few white lies and made him move with ease. Chuchu should be able to accept more than 30% of the forging memory."

"At least you have passed the A level?"

"Tsk, didn't I prepare this story about going up and down the mountain before? I actually used it. Success always comes to those who are prepared."

Mr. Zhang's voice became increasingly vague and fragmented, like the devil's whispers, murmuring in his final moments.

"Well, the sensational script was not used on Zhang Huaping, but it was used on this one, and it seems to have a good effect."

"Bah, is it your fault for burning Chai Kun? It's my fault for being the God of Food. If I hadn't put the Corpse Color Mushroom in his wine, would he have been so easily insane, so easily be sentimentalized, and believed our lies?"

"Hahaha."

"Hey hey hey."

"Hee hee hee!"

The weird and terrifying laughter continued to echo throughout the villa.

After hearing these words, Mr. Zhang was completely furious. The strong emotional fluctuations made him dazed for a moment, and then he became much more sober.

Did I believe your lies?

——I was cheated?
Thief!

What a bunch of thieves!
If he could come back to life at this moment, he would definitely make this group of people suffer. Unfortunately, his consciousness was only clear for a moment and then gradually disappeared.

He finally reacted.

This is an unknown family of demon cultivators in the deep mountains. They are insidious and cunning, good at deception, tyrannical and cruel, psychologically twisted, and forged with living people.

Zhang Lao kept thinking back, and before he lost consciousness, he had only one strong thought left:

What kind of monsters are these?

(End of this chapter)