Chapter 312: Hard Medicine (Additional Update 6 for Guo Jiuxing Silver League)
The coffins of Song Houyong and others were buried three days later in a woodland on the outskirts of the country.
This is a large piece of land that has been purchased in the name of a watchtower.
Some family members have said that they hope to settle down here and stay with their deceased relatives until they die.
Jiang Lin did not refuse. He stood in front of the grave and watched the family members crying and grieving.
Beside him stood three children.
Miao Yonghuai, the first son of Miao Pu, was a tiger-headed man.
The second one is Song Houyong's son Song Ziyan, who is thin and weak.
The third one is a girl named Sheng Yingchun, who is an orphan herself.
He was picked up and raised since he was a child. This time his adoptive parents also died in Thunder Eagle Castle.
Becoming an orphan for the second time made this thirteen-year-old girl look extra strong. She didn't even cry.
These three children all came to learn martial arts from Jiang Lin.
As for other people, after receiving the pension, they do not want their children to be involved in conflicts in the world anymore, and they hope that they can be dutiful businessmen, even if they go to farm.
Under the auspices of Tian Daheng and headed by Jiang Lin, everyone performed a ceremony to worship.
This time, Jiang Lin no longer shied away from his identity and responsibilities. He officially became the owner of the watchtower.
After the family members went over to scatter paper money, Tian Daheng came back, glanced at the three children standing next to Jiang Lin, and then asked: "Are you going to take them to the blacksmith camp?"
"Well, learn with me for a while first." Jiang Lin nodded.
"That's good. With adults taking care of them, they will definitely have high achievements." Tian Daheng also wanted to send his children, but they are still too young now, only more than two years old.
Jiang Lin didn't answer. These children must have high achievements because it is his responsibility.
"If Song Houyong knew that Sir was finally willing to be the host, he would be very happy." Tian Daheng suddenly said.
Everyone who is sitting in the watchtower is actually hoping that Jiang Lin will admit his relationship with the watchtower.
I just didn't expect that I would pay such a price.
Compared to those forces that have completely disappeared in the long river of history, this price is actually not high, but for Zhanwangtou, who has become accustomed to cherishing the lives of others, it is still painful.
After the worship ceremony, Jiang Lin did not stay here long.
He took his three children and returned to Kyoto City with Tian Daheng and others.
After buying some things for the children, such as clothes, shoes, bedding, etc., Jiang Lin took them to the South Blacksmith Camp.
Seeing Jiang Lin bring back three children, Qi Tiejiang and others were a little surprised, but from the children's expressions, they seemed to understand something.
No one asked any questions, they just offered to help move things from the car and freed up two rooms to accommodate them.
Jiang Lin didn't care about that and took his three children to the blacksmith shop.
Looking at the tall Hengyu stove, no matter how sad he is, he is still a child after all, and his eyes can't help but feel a little more curious and shocked.
They had never seen such a tall stove, and they couldn't even see the top when they raised their heads.
Jiang Lin opened the furnace door and asked: "What do you want to learn? What I'm best at is blacksmithing, followed by swordsmanship and boxing. I also have archery, swordsmanship, spearmanship, palm skills, stick skills, and leg skills. If it’s not enough, I can find something else to teach you.”
"I want to learn marksmanship." Miao Yonghuai was the first to say.
"Okay." Jiang Lin looked at Song Ziyan again: "What about you?"
Song Ziyan lowered his head slightly and said: "I want to learn sword skills, but Uncle Tian said that I am more suitable for sword practice."
Jiang Lin thought for a moment and said, "No problem."
His eyes were on the last girl, Sheng Yingchun.
Sheng Yingchun seemed to have already thought about it, and said in a clear voice: "I want to learn how to kill people."
Jiang Lin was startled. Killing was not a weapon, but an act.
And it doesn't seem right for such a young girl to only want to kill people.
But in Sheng Yingchun's eyes, all Jiang Lin saw was stubbornness, as if she couldn't kill, and she would rather learn nothing.
"Any kind of weapon can kill people. You have to choose one." Jiang Lin said. He didn't ask why he wanted to kill people. There are enough reasons for doing anything in this world.
"Which one kills the fastest?" Sheng Yingchun asked with a pretty face.
Jiang Lin really doesn't know which weapon kills people the fastest, but the most powerful weapon he can think of is probably the Mo Dao.
I still remember that it was recorded in ancient books: "If you hold a sword weighing fifty kilograms while riding in the city, thieves will enter. If you lift the sword, you will be counted."
This heavy weapon is about one foot long, double-edged, and weighs at least dozens of kilograms.
With one slash of the knife, ten or eight people were killed.
"There are such weapons, but it will be very hard for you." Jiang Lin said.
Whether it's a long sword or a long sword, it only weighs a few kilograms, but Mo Dao starts at twenty or thirty kilograms.
If you want to slash freely, you must have more endurance and strength than ordinary people.
Sheng Yingchun is just a girl and is not suitable for such heavy weapons, but she has a stubborn look on her face: "I'm not afraid of hard work!"
Jiang Lin hummed and said, "You guys wait here."
After saying this, he started the flame and put in a large piece of pig iron.
Considering that although several children had learned some martial arts skills, their body bones had not been polished yet, Jiang Lin chose to build them conventional weapons first.
But even if it is normal, in Jiang Lin's hands it must be at least third grade or above.
Such a weapon, with the current power of the Star Destroyer Hammer, is no different from smashing mud. In just two hours, Jiang Lin built three weapons.
The first item is the big gun for Miao Yonghuai.
The gun is seven feet two inches long, made entirely of pig iron, and weighs nineteen pounds.
It was obviously too heavy for a seven or eight-year-old child, let alone a long gun.
But Jiang Lin didn't intend to follow the rules and let them adapt little by little.
In this world, there is not much time to adapt. If you want to live well, you have to be ruthless.
The second item is a long knife made for Song Ziyan, but it has a weird style.
It is more slender than an ordinary knife and has double-edged edges. It is more like a sword, but thicker and heavier than an ordinary sword.
This double-edged sword can be used to chop, chop, and stab, resembling a knife or a sword.
The third item is Sheng Yingchun’s Mo Dao.
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It is one foot long and weighs thirty-seven pounds. It is also sharpened on both sides.
The blade alone is four feet long, making it intimidating to wield.
These three weapons are all of the third grade, and Jiang Lin has not eliminated many of their flaws. After all, they will be eliminated sooner or later.
The three children each came to receive their own weapons. Song Ziyan was a little better. Although his body was the weakest, his double-edged sword was the lightest.
Miao Yonghuai seemed to be the strongest, but holding the seven-foot-two-inch spear, his face turned red from exhaustion in a short while.
As for Sheng Yingchun, she hugged Mo Dao and kept waving it in the open space outside.
Even though it seemed extremely strenuous, he never stopped.
Many blacksmith masters and apprentices looked at the three children curiously, especially at the unusual weapons in their hands.
"Master Jiang, are you planning to accept a disciple?"
“I don’t know if it’s too late for me to study now.”
"You're fifty this year, right? You can't go home and learn embroidery from your mother-in-law."
Jiang Lin didn't care about the curiosity of the three children. He put a large amount of medicinal materials into the Hengyu furnace and refined a batch of four directions health pills and a batch of eight directions true pills.
Then he called three children who were out of breath and sweating profusely from exhaustion, and each of them gave them two pills to take.
Sifang Health Pill can regulate the body, strengthen Qi and blood, and have nine pill lines. The effect of this primary pill is already much stronger than most intermediate pills.
After taking the elixir, they suddenly felt that their fatigue was gone and their whole bodies were full of strength.
"There is one more." Jiang Lin reminded.
Without saying a word, the three children immediately put the Eight Directions True Pill into their mouths.
The elixir melted immediately in the mouth, and the powerful medicinal power exploded instantly, continuously impacting their weak meridians and bodies.
How could a child with no cultivation level be able to withstand such a powerful medicine? Song Ziyan suddenly twitched in pain and fell to the ground screaming loudly.
"Master Jiang!" Blacksmith Qi and others ran over, but Jiang Lin stopped them with his eyes.
His alchemy skills have reached level seven, so he naturally understands how painful it would be for ordinary people to take the Bafang True Pill for the first time.
It was the excruciating pain of having your flesh and blood meridians completely torn open, then re-sutured, then torn open again, and re-sutured again.
Song Ziyan rolled his eyes in pain and fainted. Only his body that kept twitching and beating proved that he was still alive.
But Miao Yonghuai was better. The child was bleeding from all his orifices in pain. He was holding his head and jumping around screaming in pain, but he did not faint. His body bones were obviously stronger.
As for Sheng Yingchun, she is the most tolerant one.
Even though her whole body was bleeding and she was already a bloody person, she remained silent. The only sound she could hear was the crunching sound of her teeth, which were almost broken.
The veins on their foreheads kept pulsing, and even the blood vessels burst open countless times. If the power of the Sifang Health Pill hadn't been continuously taking effect, they might not have been able to withstand this round at all.
Blacksmith Qi looked worried and came over and whispered: "Sir, are you a little too hasty? You should let them get used to it first."
"They don't want to die in this seemingly peaceful world like their parents, so they have to pay more. It hurts a little, but it will be fine if you can get over it."
Looking at Jiang Lin who looked calm, Blacksmith Qi didn't know what to say.
After all, regardless of official position, cultivation, or relationship with these children, no one else has the right to interrupt.
What's more, what Jiang Lin said makes sense. After this round, the future of the three children will be smooth and progress will be rapid.
With Jiang Lin's methods, it would not be a problem to pile them up into the divine martial realm within a few years.
Thinking of several twelve or thirteen-year-olds in the divine martial realm, Blacksmith Qi suddenly came up with an idea. Otherwise... let his own children come over and try it?
"Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts me so much!"
Miao Yonghuai, who was screaming loudly and jumping around, seemed to be going crazy.
Looking at the boy with blood spurting all over his body, and then at the girl who was silent but whose eyes were obviously white and about to faint from the pain, Qi Tiejiang couldn't help but shudder and gave up the idea instantly.
Forget it, let his mother-in-law see this scene, she might scratch him to death!
Not long after, all three children fainted from the pain. When Jiang Lin felt the medicine dissipated, he flicked his fingers.
The vitality of heaven and earth entered the body and awakened the consciousness of the three people.
The first moment they opened their eyes, they heard a voice in their ears.
"Once you have cultivated your skills, you have to start practicing hard. First, you can hold fifty pounds of pig iron and run tens of thousands of meters. If you can't finish the run, you won't be allowed to eat at night."
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