Metropolitan Super Deity

Blacksmiths have no other hobbies, do not smoke or drink, work hard, and look handsome.

But by the way, he likes to play swords.

After finishing his work every day, when the sunset was on the west mountain and the moon was in Wusao, he started to light his old stove and kept building a long sword that looked like a bronze.

The long sword looks simple and simple, and it may be an antique, but it has long been smashed by him.

He didn't use a hammer, but used a square iron block to temper it over and over again.

This hobby is nothing in itself, but every time he hits it all night, he will not stop until the next day at 10 am, and then continue to patch up pots and pans for the neighbours in exchange for some pocket money.

It was rumored that he stayed up all day and night, and it was rumored that the ancient bronze sword often came out with very strange wailing.

Such strange things have attracted a lot of gossip, and some aunts even rumored that he is a cannibal monster.

Because of these, his marriage has no clue.

On the contrary, Qian Xiaoqin, his pretty widow, and her daughter Yingzi, have been in harmony with the blacksmith.

There have been rumors in the neighbourhood that the blacksmith and Qian Xiaoqin have a leg, but whenever someone teased him, he always smiled without talking.

After coming and going, everyone became more curious about his story.

It was almost noon that day, and the pretty widow Qian Xiaoqin walked out of the shop and came to the door of the iron shop, and stuffed a pack of soft Chinese into the man's hand.

"Ling Fei, hold this cigarette."

"Sister-in-law, is this...?"

"Yesterday, the wedding was held in my hometown. It was given to me when the bill was posted. Our house is just our wife. I thought about it and gave it to you."

"Then I will give you money."

"Come on, the two dollars you spent on ironwork are not enough for half of my bowl of wontons. I said you, or shut down this ironsmith shop, the income is not high, and you are so tired, what do you want?"

Ling Fei just chuckled.

He opened this small iron shop just to get a sense of life and help himself become a god. If it is really to make money, does he still care about his own business?

Qian Xiaoqin naturally didn't know this. Seeing Ling Fei just chuckled, she couldn't help rolling her eyes, that touch of amorous feelings, if you change to any man, I'm afraid you will lose your mind, and even can't help the madness in her heart. Go up.

But for Ling Fei, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, he turned a blind eye, tore open the cigarette packet, and took out a cigarette.

Regarding his disregard, Qian Xiaoqin's face showed a trace of resentment.

She looked at the improper sword in Carbon Fire, and couldn't help but frown and said:

"You're still playing this sword, do you know that, because of this sword, your reputation has been tarnished. Those old ladies have all described you as a monster of cannibalism."

"They say theirs, I do mine, there is no connection."

"You, if you are so hard, you will suffer sooner or later. Beware that you won't get a wife in the future."

"Don't talk about this, your pot, here, just made it up."

Ling Fei carried a small pot for cooking porridge and handed it to Qian Xiaoqin. Qian Xiaoqin gently pushed away.

"Let you here first, I'll get it when I come back, now I'm going to the farmers market to order some goods, I'm out of stuff. Sakura Zi comes back from school at noon, let her order dumplings for you two to eat first, don't wait for me."

"Yeah. Slow down on the road."

Ling Fei took a cigarette and said goodbye to Pretty Widow.

Qian Xiaoqin twisted his waist, rode on his electric car, and quickly left. The charming back figure made the other shop owners couldn't help but take another look and swallowed hard.

Ling Fei finished smoking, threw the cigarette **** into the stove, and started to fight again.

The swordsman is a good thing, a magical weapon, and Fan Tianyin. The sword that was beaten was not too bad, a semi-sacred weapon, yes, it was the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword.

Ling Fei asked it to recognize the master, saying good and bad things, but it just kept going.

There is no way, Ling Fei can only use the simplest and most rude method to beat it fiercely, and he beat it all day and night!

Because the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword is a top-level immortal artifact in the true sense, it is a heavenly Dzogchen artifact, and it is most likely to step into the divine artifact.

It has its own dignity.

But it is a pity that Ling Fei is also stubborn and terrible.

He swears that unless he succeeds in transforming the gods, he will violently beat Xuanyuan Holy Sword every day.

After a while, the Wanghai No. 7 Middle School on the street was over from school, and hopped from the school gate, and ran over to a pretty little girl.

"Brother Ling Fei, are you playing sword again?"

"Ok."

"My mother didn't say about you?"

"Said, but she went to the farmers market, let me take care of you at noon."

"Oh, then I want to eat fried instant noodles at noon."

Ling Fei frowned slightly.

"When I was in school, how could I always eat instant noodles when I needed nutrition? Besides, if you eat too much, you will become malnourished, and your face will be yellow and thin."

"I'm not afraid, this lady is naturally beautiful and can't give up herself! My classmates call me Wanghai No.7 Middle School Xiaoreba."

Ling Fei shook his head.

"Okay, but only once, not next time."

"Oh yeah, I love you so much, I'm going to do my homework."

Yingzi bounced and left. Ling Fei shook his head helplessly. He let out a long sigh of relief, and slammed Fan Tianyin on the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword. Xuanyuan Sacred Sword let out a sad cry.

Fan Tianyin is a divine weapon, with it pressing the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword, Xuanyuan Sacred Sword can't run even if it wants to run.

Ling Fei wiped his hands, walked to the wonton restaurant opposite, entered the kitchen and started cooking.

The way to transform the gods is to feel the life of ordinary humans. As the saying goes, the opposite of the extremes of things, the opposite of mortals is the gods.

By feeling the life of a mortal, eating and drinking Lhasa like a mortal, earning money to work, and interpersonal...

Concealing one's strength, everything is like a mortal, and finally from this ordinary life, I realize the extraordinaryness of being a god.

If things go on like this, you will eventually be able to achieve an extraordinary realm of transforming gods!

Ling Fei had just washed the vegetables, and there was a loud noise outside the door.

"The boss, come out, hurry up."

Ling Fei couldn't help frowning slightly~www.readwn.com~ He walked out of the kitchen and saw a few boys dressed in killing Matt walking in, and he was a little confused.

"What? What's the matter?"

A few boys walked over in a haughty manner, took a look at Ling Fei, and said:

"What are you doing? Of course it's a charge. Should you pay the booth fee for this month?"

Ling Fei put his hands in his pockets, his face was cold and said:

"Isn't it just handed in a few days ago? Why, come again?"

"Our boss has recently invested in a small business, and we are a little tight. This is next month, and we will collect it in advance. Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

Ling Fei sneered.

"I made that little money in one month. I asked you to take it away. Would you like to make a face? If you want money, give you some face and leave smoothly."

"Grass, do you dare to let me go?"