From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

South of Hongxiang City.

A blacksmith shop with steam billowing out of it.

Every blow that rang in my ears sounded like the beating of a battle drum.

The middle-aged blacksmith, who was over 40 years old, was shirtless, forging the sword with all his might, hammering it again and again. Occasionally, he would sprinkle a handful of bone powder from an unknown beast, and immediately several chains of fire would rise.

"Five days ago, someone should have looked for you."

Jiang Yuan put down the monk's notes worth two hundred taels of gold in his hand. This matter was booked by Old Man Pei, and he only needed to pay the money when he came. As a marquis, although his family background was not as rich as his colleagues, he was not so poor that he could not afford to eat.

The middle-aged blacksmith looked like he remembered something and had a strange expression on his face.

The order required the heaviest and hardest gun. It was called a gun, but in fact it was similar to an iron rod that had been forged and fused over and over again. It seemed like someone was looking for trouble and deliberately making things difficult for him, the swordsmith.

But the price is very reasonable. Two hundred taels of gold can buy a mansion in the core area of ​​Xiaojing City.

"That's the one standing at the door. It's been taken off the mold and needs to be sharpened. Come pick it up tomorrow."

Jiang Yuan came to the door and saw a pitch-black spear standing in a conspicuous position. When he picked it up, dust flew around it.

The middle-aged blacksmith's expression changed slightly when he saw the young man picking up the black spear weighing three thousand pounds.

In front of the arm span, within nine feet, the shadow of the gun was like a curtain, and the dust and sand around the entire shop were pressed firmly to the ground. Countless sharp winds gathered and merged with the tip of the gun, ready to burst out with a thundering blow at any time.

"Too light."

Jiang Yuan stabbed the black spear back to its original place. Compared with the power of the Five Dragons and Five Elephants, this treasure was far from being handy.

"Baijun Spear, this is my limit." The middle-aged blacksmith was helpless. Just now he had some thoughts of running away with the money, but now he had no more thoughts at all.

Jiang Yuan nodded, said goodbye and left.

After having a good prototype, he was able to inject the spirit of the weapon into it. The martial arts furnace could directly melt the weapon, and the things extracted from it could continue to strengthen the black spear.

In the inn, Taiping Ling was enjoying the view from the balcony on the second floor. Over the years, he had worked as a private school teacher in Liyang, a county magistrate, a traveling businessman, etc., and had been engaged in a variety of dazzling industries. In the past 20 years, he had traveled to every corner of the Central Plains just to find out the true colors of his opponents, and he took pragmatism to the extreme.

"The return of the Grand Lord means that a real national war is about to begin between the North and the South." Huang Qing was still studying the book cover.

"There must be a place for us scholars to stand." Taiping Ling answered with a smile. He looked down and saw the young man returning from afar. Judging from the half of his face that was exposed, his appearance was probably worthy of a stunning description. However, ordinary people had no way of noticing this ghost walking around so freely. This was why he noticed this guy at that time. The Tianxiang realm had the ability to sense the connection between heaven and man.

"My friend, why don't you come up and have a drink."

Jiang Yuan raised his head and made eye contact with the weathered old man on the roof. The next time they met on the battlefield, the head of the Northern Mang Emperor's Master would surely be very valuable.

On the second floor of the inn, Huang Qing asked the storekeeper to prepare four side dishes, not too much meat.

Taiping Ling took out a small gourd from his bag, his expression was much more solemn than when he took the manuscript before.

In an instant, the two people in the balcony room smelled a bloody smell that seemed to make their blood boil.

Huang Qing didn't think he was having an illusion and instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword. It was hard to imagine how much hatred this represented.

The soul flew away, and disappeared completely between heaven and earth, but even so, the culprit still refused to let go, and deliberately left a trace of meaningless hatred to torture day and night. "I see that you often rinse your mouth with wine, and you don't look drunk at all. You are undoubtedly a huge drinker who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Why don't you try this."

Taiping Ling poured three small cups of wine, which was pure gold.

"This world is so kind to people. Scholars have the wind of reading to warm their lungs, wealthy families have incense and small people sitting in the ancestral temple, and drinkers also have this karma wine, which makes them drunk. Isn't it wonderful?"

Taiping Ling smiled and said, "There is cause and effect in the world, and the taste is sweet and clear. It is brewed with wine, drinking is the cause, and being drunk is the result. Buddhists believe that all laws are created or destroyed according to the principle of cause and effect, which is called the law of cause and effect, and is on par with the Taoist law of inaction. I was surprised before why so many caravans would meet you by chance. It turns out that according to the Buddhists, the cause and effect of today has come into being since I picked the cause and effect."

"Once." Jiang Yuan said.

Huang Qing didn't understand. He only knew that after the previous generation of Buddha's head passed away, his relics took root and sprouted, which produced a cause and effect. After growing for sixty years and maturing and falling to the ground, the jade fruit tree withered and turned to ashes.

"Then I'll do it this time too." Taiping Ling chuckled. It was nothing more than showing mercy this time when the two sides met on the battlefield in the future. The old monk he met in the past said that this fruit could cleanse one's karma. He wanted to meet the empress, so naturally he had to let go of the past twenty years as much as possible.

Jiang Yuan picked up the wine cup and drank it. It was sweet and clear, reminding him of the Nether Soul Wine he had drunk before. At the same time, the shadow of the Arhat's golden body, which had not yet appeared, soared to a height of twenty feet. More importantly, golden blood began to flow in it, and blood vessels and meridians were born.

He is now equivalent to the Vajra of Buddhism, possessing a grand destiny that attracts extraordinary people with the same attributes to approach him.

There is a fine line between blessing and disaster.

Taiping Ling reached out to touch the wine glass, but the golden wine had faded and turned pure white. The same was true for the remaining wine in the small gourd, only a portion of the essence of the relic.

Not everyone can drink the wine of destiny and fortune.

Of course, the magic of getting drunk instantly still exists.

After drinking half a cup, Taiping was so happy that he was beaming with joy.

The remaining half of the cup in his hand fell to the ground.

"When I was young, I watched the stars every night, and I was puzzled. I wanted to know how to make parents in the world safer, so that they would not be like me, who could only pee in front of the warriors, be laughed at, and watch them swing the butcher knife."

Taipingling threw his head back and laughed, feeling both self-deprecating and happy.

"In the Spring and Autumn Period, there were many attacks and wars among tribes. How many people died? If that's the case, why not have a grand unification? Xu Xiao's stone is heavy, but I'm asking for the lightness of jade. The fortunes of the various countries were transferred to the martial arts world by the Yellow Dragon Warrior. Warriors like you and scholars like me deserve to die! There are many criticisms about Ma Trampling the Jianghu, but I think it's not enough, far from enough. There must be a real emperor who suppresses the four directions. The martial arts world has bowed down, who dares to raise his head!?"

Huang Qing carried the old man who was almost drunk to death on his back, and the old man was still mumbling.

"Killing stops killing, and the world will be at peace."

Jiang Yuan looked normal. If he hadn't been drunk, Taiping Ling would never have said that. In a sense, the other party was indeed halfway to success in the future.

Among the thirteen top masters in the Spring and Autumn Period, Huang Longshi occupied three of the top three, namely chess, calligraphy and mathematics, and he was the best in all three.

With his eloquence, he instigated a war among nine nations, which led to the formation of the current Li Yang Dynasty. The fortunes of the nations were transferred into the martial arts world, creating an unprecedented good year. It was like using up all the fertility of the land in one breath to make the crops flourish. In this generation of the martial arts world, the number of land immortals will be several times more than before.

But later, the land will become barren, the crops will wither, and there will be fewer and fewer people in the Tianxiang realm after Jiazi, until they disappear. Then there will be Xuanjingang, and finally, the second-grade people will be the top masters in the eyes of the people in the world, until no one believes in flying over eaves and walking on walls anymore.

(End of this chapter)