The Supreme Dharma God of Online Games

Chapter 155 The Player's Anger (3)
I thought about what kind of staff I should use, and walked into a small alley unknowingly.There are not many people in this alley, but there is a clanging sound from the depths, which seems to be the sound of iron.According to Chen Hao's habit, every time he went to a place, he always got to know the buildings and NPCs in the city first. When he first arrived in Baifeng City, Chen Hao almost ran all over Baifeng City and found a lot of secret things, but I really haven't been here.

Out of curiosity, following the voice, Chen Hao found this blacksmith shop that couldn't be smaller, so small that it didn't even have a name.

It was only when I got closer that something was wrong. There was still a faint iron word on the door plate of the blacksmith shop, which was discovered by Chen Hao after searching carefully.

Inside the blacksmith's shop was a strong middle-aged man with a bare upper body. The black hammer dancing in his hand looked very vigorous and powerful. He struck the red-hot iron block again and again, which seemed chaotic but mixed with a rhythm. Inside, there is a pleasing feeling.

This is just an obvious sense of movement, but internally, the middle-aged man's hammer seems to be very rhythmic, and every stroke seems to be accompanied by the sound of Chen Hao's heartbeat. When Chen Hao's heart beat, the middle-aged man's hammer just fell.

After one coincidence and two coincidences repeated N times, Chen Hao finally discovered the strangeness of middle-aged people.

The middle-aged man was concentrating on blacksmithing, and he didn't seem to notice Chen Hao's arrival.Chen Hao also didn't want to interrupt such a strange tranquility. For a person who concentrates on his work, the only good deed is not to disturb him.After looking at it for a while, Chen Hao began to look at the furnishings in the shop.

The blacksmith's shop of the middle-aged man is very small, about [-] square meters, and the blacksmithing utensils have taken up most of the shop space, leaving only one corner for placing some forged iron products.

Among those iron products, there are very few such weapons used by players. Most of them are practical tools for some NPCs, and there are some strange-shaped things. They don't have names and don't know what their specific functions are.Of course, Chen Hao would not use this to judge the quality of the blacksmith's skills. It is not impossible for an expert to hide in the world of mortals in the game. Maybe this middle-aged blacksmith is a superb craftsman.

Didn't the paintings of Picasso and Van Gogh become world heritage after their death?So there is no lack of beauty in life, but a lack of people who discover it.

Chen Hao waited slowly for the success of the blacksmith, but he kept beating the mold as if he had boundless energy. If it cooled down, he would put it back into the furnace to burn red, and beat it again... Several times, Chen Hao wanted to leave here Monster A went, but thinking that he had been waiting for such a long time, if he just walked away, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?What's more, maybe if he left like this, he would lose the chance to meet this strange person forever.

Whether he is true, good and beautiful or a rotten wood, this needs to be discovered by oneself.

One hour, two hours...a full five hours passed, and the hammer in the middle-aged blacksmith's hand never stopped, just beating, adding fire, and cooling.Chen Hao felt that he couldn't help much, and saw a bundle of wood piled up next to the stove, hesitated for a moment, walked over and squatted down, and helped the blacksmith start the fire.

(End of this chapter)