These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 766 The Tragic Life of Ye Di

Time flies, and two days have passed.

The spiritual roots given by Jiusui were very precious. They were all carefully studying them and breeding branches and leaves, throwing a little bit at a time for synthesis, as if they were preparing to produce some results.

But obviously, their progress was not satisfactory.

Because this time, they can't rely on Doukouhong and Xinyi Baishan, they have to keep it absolutely confidential and it can only be forged exclusively at Zhujian Villa.

They are all a group of counterfeit god-level professionals. To say that they have barely reached the threshold is already flattering them. It is possible that they can research some ordinary immortal weapons.

However, it is absolutely impossible to forge a national-level immortal weapon comparable to the Sun and Moon Immortal Weapons.

But can this stop the blacksmiths' "borrowing chickens to lay eggs" technique?
No!

No one can stop their ambition to plagiarize.

Since they cannot rely on others, they choose to rely on "their own" efforts.

Therefore, every day when they delivered treasure chests, they would write letters to communicate with the truly god-level professionals on the other side, and the other party would also pass on image crystals, teaching by example.

The person opposite him is a true god-level professional who has lived for more than a thousand years.

Being able to be your own NPC mentor and teach yourself allows blacksmiths to improve rapidly, which is truly a great opportunity.

And they guessed that this was a brand new plan!

Yes.

It was because they had prepared a plug-in to place the adventure team in advance and had another "super self" that they were able to get a big order of this kind of weapons, otherwise they would have been stuck in a bottleneck.

Different world.

The history books of the years.

The fire in the blacksmith shop was burning brightly.

Dao Jiujiu has always been calm and steady, but now, a thousand years later, Dao Jiujiu's eyes carry a kind of vicissitudes and sophistication that can only be accumulated over the years, and she has the temperament of Xinyi Baishan.

Wow.

He put down the forging hammer, wiped the sweat with a sweat towel, then walked to the side and opened the letter that had just been delivered.

After scanning it, he pressed his forehead:
"That's really interesting. It's only been a while since they last saw us. They're taking a new order from a client from Jiusui, and they're asking us for help."

"Jiu Sui's weapons list? It feels like a long time ago." The mud craftsman looked like an old farmer, with rough and dark skin, and a typical temperament of Jiuzhou Shennong. "But it's just right. Designing this kind of weapon can help us hone our skills."

Several real big guys here are ready to start construction.

They began to study the opponent's information, design weapon blueprints, and communicate constantly. The soul doctor Fairy and the fairy aunt also joined in.

While studying, the Fairy Doctor suddenly said, "Hundreds of years have passed. What is the Night Emperor out there going to do?"

"The things he ordered and asked me to make have already been made, but why doesn't he come to pick them up?"

"Haha, he's going to put on a big show."

Ye Wumian had a lovely childhood sweetheart and a happy childhood, but everything changed drastically when he was eighteen.

His parents died on his birthday, and he himself fell seriously ill. Endless suffering seemed to be surrounding him.

Moreover, all kinds of bad luck befell him, and people around him began to have misfortunes. Even his beloved childhood sweetheart, Ye Tianai, was implicated by him. She suddenly fell ill and went astray in her practice.

Ye Tianai was taken away by her parents, sent to become an apprentice, and went to a distant sect to practice, thus avoiding the disaster.

"What's wrong with this person? How could someone be so unlucky?"

"In my opinion, Ye Wumian is a star of bad luck. He is unlucky for his blood relatives and close friends. We should stay away from him."

"He is truly a strange man."

At the beginning of the world, it was the Hongmeng era. They had seen all kinds of strange and rare primitive creatures, but this kind of creature was too bizarre.

Even some kind-hearted doctors came to study his body and concluded, "This is a serious illness, and he has gone crazy. I'm afraid he won't live for more than a year. You should prepare for your funeral."

However, a year later, Ye Wumian was still alive. Instead, the kind-hearted doctor who treated him fell and died while walking on the street at night.

The name of the unlucky god of plague is well deserved.

"Drive him away quickly! If he stays in our tribe, we will all be in trouble!"

"Get him away! Get him away!"

"It's better to beat him to death!"

"No, this plague god will cause trouble if you get close to him. If you kill him, God knows what bad luck you will suffer."

Ye Wumian was driven out of the tribe and wandered in the wilderness.

When the world was first created, the ignorant natives had no superstitions.

After Ye Wumian appeared, the whole world gradually began to have feudal superstitions.

And this superstition spread in all directions as Ye Wumian wandered around with a cane. People gradually came to believe that this world had a destiny and a number.

But it's also strange.

That night he couldn't sleep, he fell down while walking, and he got sick suddenly. All kinds of bad luck kept happening to him and around him, but he was still hanging on, almost dead.

"Is there really no place for me in this world?"

Ye Wumian was at the gate of a tribe, being hit with stones. He was covered in blood and stumbled away on crutches.

He has suffered the most vicious insults in the world, carried the greatest malice from people, and walked forward with his tattered body, wandering alone and lonely.

His deeds aroused the curiosity of some young warriors, who could not help but try to kill him, get close to him, and tease him. Later, they all suffered bad luck, or even died suddenly on the spot, which was so strange and scary.

Suddenly no one dared to approach.

Of course, there were compassionate monks who handed him some food from a distance and said, "What's the point of living like this?"

Ye Wumian said: "I don't believe in fate. If it is predetermined, it's fine if it's broken."

He firmly believed that all suffering was a stepping stone.

The birth of a hero is full of hardships and requires a strong spirit. He is now like a divine weapon in a furnace, being tempered through thousands of hammers.

This belief supported him to move forward step by step.

On the other hand, his childhood sweetheart Ye Tianai had many adventures, as if he was a child of destiny. After joining the sect for a few years, he made breakthroughs in his cultivation and became a well-known genius.

Ye Tianai is not a heartless person. Thinking of Ye Wumian, who was secretly engaged to her, she prayed to the elders of the sect to save him. Unfortunately, she was confined by the elders of the sect and was not allowed to get close to him.

The elders of the sect were afraid that bad luck would befall their beloved disciples.

Ye Tianai was forbidden to go out and could only practice hard in silence to become stronger, hoping to control his own destiny.

Time goes by day by day.

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Wumian dragged his injured body to various tribes and visited various seas, trying to find a solution to his strange disease.

He had seen the vast glaciers of the Far North.

He had seen the sea of golden pine needles in the southern forests.

He sailed across the endless golden lava ocean to the east.

He was a guest at the magnificent scenery of Fantasy Township in the west.

But along with these beautiful scenes came endless bad luck, with grass dying and birds and beasts frightened.

"My life was perfect before I was eighteen, but after that I suffered misfortunes. Now I am seventy. I am afraid that my life is coming to an end."

Finally, Ye Wumian, who was over seventy years old, was old and felt that his body was running out of energy and he could not hold on any longer.

No miracle happened to him.

He had a miserable life, suffering from serious illnesses, and had forced himself to live for so many years because Ye Tianai had secretly asked people to send him elixirs from afar.

It was a cold winter day.

Ye Wumian lay motionless in the haystack of the broken hut, staring blankly at the sky with a look of despair on his face.

His life is too complicated to be described in words. It can be said to be a legend, but it is a tragic legend.

He thought that he could endure hardships and that he would eventually reap the rewards, but he didn't expect that he would still have to endure endless hardships at the end of his life.

He originally wanted to angrily shout to Ye Tianai's master, "Don't bully the young and poor", but he ended up saying "Don't bully the old and poor" and was ready to carry him into the coffin, meaning that the dead are the greatest.

After death, there is no hope
"There are no miracles in life." He sighed, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and with a strong sense of unwillingness, his heart stopped beating and he fell completely in the ruined temple.

This miserable life came to an end, and the imprisoned Ye Tianai never came to see him.

——No miracle happens before death, reality is not a drama.

He lost consciousness and was in a trance, as if he had returned to that day.

In a shabby little room.

A young boy was holding a straw in his mouth and looking at the sky.

Outside the tribe, a cute little girl shouted, "Why are you so slow to get up today? The tribe leader asked us to practice."

"coming."

Ye Di stood up.

But a miracle happened. A translucent ember figure on the corpse stood up silently and continued its previous journey.

(End of this chapter)