Chapter 313 Kill them
Although the Sifang Health Pill and the Bafang True Pill have given the three children a first-level foundation in martial arts, fifty pounds of pig iron and running tens of thousands of meters are still an unimaginable burden on their bodies.
From day to night, many blacksmith masters and apprentices stayed awake, watching three tiny figures at the window lattice.
I kept getting tired until I fell down, and kept getting up again.
With no food to eat and no physical strength to keep up with, many people couldn't bear to see it.
I think Jiang Lin is too harsh. He is just a child and has plenty of time, so why should he be tortured like this?
Some of the more soft-hearted people even ran to Blacksmith Qi and said, "Master Qi, how about you go to Mr. Jiang to discuss it and at least let the children eat before running away?"
Blacksmith Qi hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "Master Jiang is not a hard-hearted person, but he values friendship. Since he does this, he must have his own considerations."
"But if you practice like this, everyone will become useless."
"Okay, don't worry about this. Go back and rest. We have to continue blacksmithing tomorrow." Blacksmith Qi said.
After driving the people back, he stood at the door and looked at the three figures who had fallen countless times. Finally, he sighed and went back to the house to close the door.
If you don't see it, you won't be upset.
Until the third watch, Song Ziyan fell to the ground again.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his hands and feet were bloody. Miao Yonghuai dropped the stones in his arms and sat down next to him, panting.
I wanted to use my hands to support him, but I didn't have any strength at all.
Sheng Yingchun was not much better either. She neither helped the two of them nor stayed there.
Holding fifty pounds of pig iron, he slowly moved forward step by step.
On his tough face, his lips were biting and bleeding, his eyes had almost lost focus, and he was not far from unconsciousness.
He can still move, all thanks to his strong will and instinct.
However, she didn't go far before she fell face to face with a plop.
At this moment, Jiang Lin appeared in time and reached out to pick her up.
In a flash, the three children disappeared.
Old Man Wei had already prepared the medicinal soup. When Jiang Lin arrived, he threw the three of them directly into it.
The scalding hot water and the powerful medicine brought Song Ziyan and Sheng Yingchun, who had been in a coma just now, back to consciousness immediately.
There were shouts and screams in my ears, and I turned my head hard, only to see Miao Yonghuai grinning and screaming in pain.
Only then did they feel pain as if their flesh had been cut open with a knife, all over their bodies.
"You only ran 17,000 meters today and you are already like this. Do you really think you can persevere in martial arts?"
Jiang Lin's voice came, and the three children turned to look, only to see him saying with a cold face: "If you can't persist, you can quit now. I will send you to Tian Daheng, or give you a large sum of money. Be a carefree rich man in this life and don’t need to worry about anything.”
"I don't!" Miao Yonghuai shouted without hesitation. His endurance was the best among the three. He absorbed some of the medicine and regained some energy.
Song Ziyan's voice was soft and he lowered his head and said: "I, I can practice well."
Sheng Yingchun didn't speak, but her firm eyes said everything.
"If you stay, the days to come will be many times harder than today, and you will never relax at all." Jiang Lin said.
The answer is still the same, none of the three children have any intention of retreating.
Even though Song Ziyan, who was the weakest in health, was a little timid about such a hard life, he still chose to persevere.
Old man Wei came from the side, put down three bowls of red meat-covered meals, and said, "You didn't have such a hard time before, so why bother to scare them."
Jiang Lin smiled bitterly and said, "You really know how to choose the right time to speak."
That's right, today's hard training was deliberately done by Jiang Lin, just to test the character of the three children.
If they had the intention of retreating after just one day, Jiang Lin would send them away without hesitation and regularly give them large sums of silver and pills to ensure that they would have enough to eat and drink throughout their lives.
But now it seems that these children are still quite tenacious. They even fainted from exhaustion several times without giving up. It was obviously not just a whim.
Old Man Wei looked at the three children with pity in his eyes, and said in a gentle tone: "First make the medicinal soup, and then come out to eat."
He had no wife or children in his life. He finally had a nameless "grandson" like Jiang Lin. Now that he has three little babies, it will inevitably arouse some kind of emotion in his heart.
Miao Yonghuai and the other three seemed to understand something.
They squatted in the barrel silently until the water cooled down and the medicine wore off, then they jumped out.
The water was mixed with health-preserving pills from all directions, which almost repaired the blood blisters, scratches and sprains caused by their falls.
At this time, his energy level was restored again, his eyes were much brighter, and even his martial arts aura had grown slightly.
"Come for dinner." Old Man Wei waved.
Without saying a word, the three children immediately ran over and picked up the big bowl, filling their stomachs like three little tigers.
Old Man Wei looked on with a kind face: "Eat slowly, there is not enough."
Jiang Lin came over and wanted to say something, but Old Man Wei waved at him and said: "Let the child eat first, not later."
His care even exceeded that of Jiang Lin to a certain extent.
Jiang Lin smiled bitterly again. It was true that they were related to each other, even if these children were not related by blood to them.
Without saying anything, Jiang Lin turned around and walked out.
After a long time, Old Man Wei came out of the room and walked to Jiang Lin to sit down.
"They are already asleep." Old Man Wei said. Jiang Lin hummed and remained silent.
Old Man Wei turned to look at him and asked: "Why are you so anxious? You are now successful in alchemy. If they follow you, they will be fine."
Jiang Lin was silent for a long time, and then said: "Time is running out."
Old Man Wei became even more confused after hearing this. Three children are only a little older. Life is a long road. How could there be no more?
But soon, he seemed to understand something, frowned and asked: "Are you talking about yourself?"
Jiang Lin didn't say a word, but silence had replaced his answer.
"What do you mean?" Old Man Wei frowned even more tightly.
Jiang Lin is now a fourth-rank official, his blacksmithing skills are unmatched, his alchemy skills are already perfect, and he has a transcendent status both in the Ministry of Industry and the frontier army.
Even if he provoked three powerful clans, he couldn't do anything to him.
It stands to reason that he no longer poses much of a threat.
Jiang Lin didn't know how to explain it. Could it be that the higher his achievements, the closer he was to danger?
After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Yushuai said that when I can build a holy weapon, he will tell me how to become a saint in the flesh."
Old Man Wei was startled, then his brows widened, but then they locked together again.
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It is naturally a good thing to become a saint in the body. For hundreds of years, only the blacksmith ancestor has been recorded. Other than that, no one else has been heard of having such an ability.
But once he succeeds, it means Jiang Lin will leave this place and may never see each other again.
Old Man Wei felt both happy and extremely sad.
If Jiang Lin is not here, he doesn't know how he will spend the rest of his life.
In Old Man Wei's heart, he thought that this was what Jiang Lin said was that there was not much time. He breathed slowly, adjusted his emotions, and looked as less sad as possible.
"It doesn't matter, you have just arrived at Yuan Bing and you still have time." Old Man Wei said.
Jiang Lin hummed without saying anything.
There is indeed still some time before we can become a holy weapon or even a divine weapon.
But physical sanctification is not the danger. His intuition tells him that the stronger the weapon he builds, the closer the time limit for becoming cannon fodder will be.
Jiang Lin was fed up with this feeling. He really didn't understand why it was like this.
He's obviously stronger, but why can't he survive?
He even thought in his mind, otherwise, if this is it... no more progress, maybe there would be no more danger.
But having said that, aren't the rewards from the frontier army, the Ministry of Industry, and His Majesty the Emperor all due to his rapid progress, allowing everyone to see his unparalleled potential and talent?
If there was no potential, would there still be such treatment?
Maybe there will be, maybe not.
The feeling of powerlessness of not being able to control destiny struck again.
There was a creaking sound, and Old Man Wei lowered his head and saw the tightly clenched fists.
There was a little doubt in his eyes again. It was such a good thing to become a saint in the body, why did Jiang Lin feel the aura of anger in him?
No, there are others, such as unwillingness!
Yes, Jiang Lin was unwilling to do so.
To live a new life is like being reborn.
It was hard to live a good life today, how could he want to be ruined by others.
If you can't control your destiny, it's because you're not strong enough!
If he is really as powerful as the gods in heaven, who else in this world can threaten him, and who else can make him cannon fodder!
Jiang Lin suddenly turned his head and looked at Old Man Wei and asked, "Master Wei, when you were in the border army, if someone wanted to use you as cannon fodder for their own benefit, what would you do? Follow orders and die?"
Old Man Wei was slightly startled and said without hesitation: "Of course I will chop him down."
The border troops are indeed heavily armed, but they have never been in the habit of being used as cannon fodder.
If you let them know that a superior treats them as cannon fodder, even if you are a general, a soldier, or a commander, they will still go to seek justice with a knife.
It's a hell of a place where your head is tied to your waistband and you live one day at a time. If you still do this, if I don't kill you, will I still be able to live?
After Jiang Lin heard this, a smile appeared on his face.
"Yes, they should be killed."
He took a breath and looked up at the stars in the sky.
If you don’t want to be cannon fodder, don’t want to be used at will by others, don’t want to be a pawn of the world’s powerful, then you have to become a chess player yourself!
Seeing the sudden change in aura, Jiang Lin, who was so sharp that he rushed straight into the nine heavens, Old Man Wei had a vague understanding.
This child is no longer the young apprentice he just met, nor is he the extraordinary skilled blacksmith in the eyes of everyone.
Jiang Lin now gave him the feeling of meeting those in power.
This is not only a change in breath, but also a change in Jiang Lin's own state of mind!
……
Before dawn, Miao Yonghuai and the others were already carried out of the house by Jiang Lin.
Fifty pounds of pig iron was thrown over, and the voice was cold and ruthless: "Keep running, when will you run 30,000 meters, and when will you eat."
Miao Yonghuai was not awake yet, rubbing his eyes and was about to speak, when he saw Sheng Yingchun had quietly picked up the pig iron and ran out.
Next is Song Ziyan, who is thin but has a very tough character.
Seeing that the two of them had run more than ten meters, Miao Yonghuai realized what he was doing. He immediately bent down and picked up the heavy pig iron and shouted: "Hey, wait for me!"
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