This group of players is more cunning than cunning

Blacksmiths have always been rigorous.

The other party called it a miracle, an unprecedented magic soldier

And, they sincerely invited them to the mountain to forge together and witness the historic moment!

"They, really said that?"

Many people were hoarse, shocked by the meaning.

The blacksmith who was hesitant about whether to go to the mountain to explore the mystery and seek their technology was completely shaken.

As a forging artist, who doesn't want to forge a great work?

This is a fatal temptation.

And the sound of the dispute broke out.

"Impossible!"

Chief blacksmith Zhang Jia said angrily: "I told you last time that they are magic cultivators, and they may be forging with human lives. Although I don't know where they got the means to get so many scholars."

Zhang Jinsheng still angrily refuted: "Nothing is impossible. Don't use your narrow cognition to guess the unknown. This will only make you look ignorant. They must have just mastered a brand new technology."

The two stubborn old men quarreled again.

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly bowed and saluted: "Chief Zhang Jia, I'm sorry. We have been together for 3,721 years and have fought for more than 3,700 years. Today, perhaps we have to go our separate ways."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Jia opened his mouth wide and stopped his eloquent voice: "Part ways?"

"I will no longer fight with you here. I want to leave this blacksmith shop."

Zhang Jinsheng looked at the blazing furnace, and his old voice was filled with a bit of longing and desire.

"Three thousand seven hundred years ago, the two of us followed

"I should pursue what I want."

His voice was firm, "I am unwilling to let the remaining life end here."

"These days, weapon blind boxes, painted cards, and even the sword fairy's ash weapons have shown me a rough but unprecedented road."

His voice suddenly became sonorous and powerful,

"They are full of passion and vitality."

"The sword fairy told me that they are a group of blacksmiths who are desperate for forging and pursuing an unknown road."

"I want to join them!"

He has lived for more than three thousand seven hundred years, but he has not made any progress.

The solidification of thinking and the technical barriers of the big family have prevented him from breaking the bottleneck for thousands of years.

Technical barriers can only be broken by geniuses.

What mediocre people cannot understand in their lifetime is what they cannot understand.

"I agree too!"

Another old blacksmith nodded and said excitedly:

"There are good and evil monks! But how can blacksmiths distinguish between good and evil? I firmly believe that they are full of enthusiasm to forge weapons that are as beautiful as works of art."

The old blacksmiths around also expressed their willingness.

"You" Zhangjia sighed.

It's not that he can't understand.

They are all too old. When the dream is within reach, many people are willing to give it a try.

"Hey, you go."

Zhangjia seemed to be completely old, and sighed: "I won't go. I will stay in the family until the last moment, but you must be careful."

"At the same time, I will keep it a secret for you, and the younger generation of monks will not know where you are going."

Privately collude with demon cultivators.

If this news gets out, something big will happen.

The cold wind is biting.

Outside Pingchang City.

Listening to the whistling wind, a secret team is leaving the city.

They are a group of elderly blacksmiths, wearing black cloaks to hide their whereabouts.

Did not choose to go through the teleportation array.

If the Zhang family went there like this, it would be too conspicuous. At a glance, it would be obvious that they were colluding with the demon cultivators.

Deputy Chief Zhang Jinsheng was a tall and strong old man with a soldier-like determination in his eyes. He walked meticulously and looked very straight.

There were six people going with him.

He and the two old blacksmiths next to him were in the fourth organ realm, and the rest were in the fifth body realm.

Although they were not combat cultivators and had almost no combat experience, they still did not ask anyone to protect them.

This low-key approach was the safest.

"My dear granddaughter, we are leaving the city." Zhang Jinsheng stroked the storage bag on his waist, which contained the sledgehammer that had accompanied him for more than two thousand years. "I will go over to see the group of people you mentioned."

"Yeah." At this time, the Sword Fairy's conscience made her feel a little painful, because their feelings and personalities were too real.

The Sword Fairy put aside her emotions and said, "I'll take you up the mountain."

The grandfather she recognized was Zhang Jinsheng.

As she repeatedly told the beauty of the villa, the passion and hard work of the blacksmiths, the other party gradually developed a good impression of the villa.

He is in the Four Organs Realm, and his theoretical lifespan can be 8,000 years.

He is only more than 3,000 years old now, and according to this ratio, he should be in his prime.

But in reality.

Most of his peers are dead.

Zhang Jinsheng smiled, "We are the auxiliary professions, and we live the longest."

"The combat monks I know, the Zhang family, and even other families are all dead. Even the great monks of the Three Yuan Realm have not lived as long as me."

"They go out to adventure and fight, and there are always times when they fail."

His eyes flashed with nostalgia, "You have to remember one thing, when you pick up the butcher knife, you will inevitably die under the butcher knife."

So the auxiliary profession is not necessarily a bad thing.

Practice quietly, live in harmony with the world, and study what you like.

Even live longer than others.

Others compete for dominance in the world, and replace batches of new and old people, but he is still alive.

"Then what about me, a combat monk, who has cultivated to the Four Organs Realm, hiding to live out my old age?" said the Sword Fairy.

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly laughed:

"Hiding to live out my old age? As long as you are still in the Four Organs Realm, you will still have organs that have not been refined. When their organs wither and need to be replaced with magic tools, they will be useless! They spend resources all the time, have no source of income, and their savings will be exhausted."

"Even the family is unwilling to support these useless people. They cannot help the family. The expenses are too great. When the organs wither, natural death is the best way."

"I am also a useless person, and my organs have been removed."

"But I can live for 8,000 years, because all families will support me with the knowledge, experience, skills, and insights in my brain. I am a living fossil called "inheritance". "

"Combat monks are too tough and easily broken, and their peak period is short, while people like us become more valuable as we age. This is the amazing charm of auxiliary professions."

He sighed, "Even the current crisis of extinction may not affect me. As long as I bow my head, kneel, and bend over, countless families will support me, maintain huge daily consumption, and let me continue to live to the 8,000-year limit."

The sword fairy was silent: "You can't leave your family, otherwise you wouldn't risk coming to this magic village."

"Too old." Zhang Jinsheng sighed, "I have witnessed the rise and fall of the entire family. I can no longer change my family. I have lived enough."

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly laughed:

" What's the fun of being a useless person for more than 3,000 years? I may have wanted to die a long time ago, but I have persisted until now for the sake of my family. "

"Don't underestimate the spiritual roots of any auxiliary profession, even if it is a spiritual farmer. You are a master of cultivating advanced spiritual roots. Countless people beg you and keep you alive, so that you can live to the limit of your theoretical lifespan!"

"You are the living tombstone of this family. Even if you die, they will try every means to increase the probability of turning you into ashes, a living tomb, and a monument to the family's history."

"This is our world, the way for families, holy places, and sects to continue their inheritance."

The sword fairy was very touched when she heard this.

Hua La La.

A group of people walked out in a dusty manner.

"Outside the wall."

"It has left safely."

"No suspicion has been aroused."

In the cold wind, outside the wall of Pingchang, the sword fairy suddenly felt something and turned her head to look.

Hualala~~

The cold wind blew the lonely tombstones in the wall, the incense for ancestor worship everywhere raised green smoke, and the paper money burned in front of the tombs billowed with thick smoke.

She suddenly understood what this wall meant.

The growth of the family was built on the blood and tears of the ancestors, and the monuments outside the wall were never easily obtained.

Even one of the most inconspicuous tombstones in the four internal organs among the 30,000 tombstones was once full of someone's life. The wall of Pingchang City is essentially a high wall of civilization forged by human history, composing a hymn of human courage, a wall of sighs that protects the reproduction and survival of ordinary people.

"We're leaving!"

Zhang Jinsheng turned around and waved, and Zhang Jia also waved.

The old friend of more than 3,000 years left just like that, and Zhang Jia knew in his heart that the stubborn old man would never come back.

"The wall is right under our feet and in the future."

Walking in the withered grass wilderness, Zhang Jinsheng looked far away towards the mysterious villa in the mountains:

"I hope that my visit will become a new wall for future generations."

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