Chapter 390: My brain is broken
Sheng Yingchun said nothing as she soaked in the barrel. Traces of blood flowed from the wound and mixed with the medicinal soup.
Jiang Xiu was shocked by what she saw and kept complaining that Jiang Lin was too cruel to the two children.
"Look at how much blood you have shed, the water is dyed red." Jiang Xiudao.
Sheng Yingchun blushed and whispered: "Aunt Jiang..."
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
Sheng Yingchun's head was almost submerged in the water, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "I...I seem to be here..."
"Which one?" Jiang Xiu asked subconsciously.
Seeing Sheng Yingchun's face that was so red that it was almost burning, Jiang Xiu reacted suddenly.
"So there is so much blood, not just wounds..."
"Well..."
Jiang Xiu suddenly laughed, patted Sheng Yingchun twice on the forehead, and said: "We Yingchun have grown into a big girl."
Sheng Yingchun put her mouth and nose into the water, and it was bubbling. She was too shy to look up.
Song Ziyan on the other side, also sulking in the water, asked with a puzzled face: "Grandpa Wei, why can't Sister Yingchun sleep in the same room as us?"
"Because she is a woman." Old Man Wei said.
"My mother is also a woman, and we sleep in the same room." Song Ziyan was even more puzzled.
Old Man Wei thought for a moment and said, "Because she is not a girl from your family."
"Then if my mother gives me another sister, can we sleep in the same room?" Song Ziyan asked.
Old Man Wei was a little confused by the question. After a long while, he said: "Your mother... probably won't be able to give you a sister."
"Huh? Why?"
Old Man Wei looked at Song Ziyan with a pitiful expression, thinking only that this kid might have lost his brain recently.
The next day.
Jiang Xiu led Sheng Yingchun to Jiang Lin early in the morning: "She hasn't been feeling well these days, so it's better not to practice."
Looking at Sheng Yingchun, who was blushing and lowering her head, Jiang Lin wondered: "What's wrong with you?"
Being able to reach the peak of martial arts cultivation is almost insulated from illness.
"Why are you asking so many questions about women?" Jiang Xiu said angrily.
Jiang Lin's mind was spinning fast, and when he heard this, he immediately understood.
He looked at Sheng Yingchun, pondered for a moment, and said: "If one day you encounter an enemy, the enemy will not hold back because you are a woman or for other reasons. You have to think clearly about how to do it."
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Sheng Yingchun trembled, and she suddenly looked up and saw Jiang Lin's bright eyes.
His shy expression suddenly changed.
Yes, the enemy will not hold back just because you are a woman or you are uncomfortable.
If you want to survive in this world, it doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman. What matters is whether you have the confidence!
If Jiang Xiu wanted to say anything else, Sheng Yingchun had already stepped forward, pulled her away, and said, "Aunt Jiang, Master is right."
Jiang Xiu turned to look at her: "What he said is right. We are not really going to fight now. You are just practicing."
"There is no difference between practicing and fighting. On the contrary, it is easier. But if you can't hold on even in the most relaxed times, will you be able to hold on when it comes to fighting?"
Looking at the determined Sheng Yingchun, Jiang Xiu opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Even Song Ziyan came over and said: "Aunt Jiang, it's okay. Sister Yingchun is amazing. But what's wrong with Sister Yingchun? Let me see."
Sheng Yingchun's face suddenly turned red and she flicked his finger on his forehead: "Go aside!"
Song Ziyan covered his head with an aggrieved look on his face, why did he still hit someone when he cared about you?
Seeing this scene, Jiang Xiu couldn't say anything else and could only mutter: "After doing this for a long time, I turned into a bad person."
"You are not a bad person, you just underestimate them." Jiang Lin said with a smile: "Just like you always underestimate yourself, we don't know what our family would be like without you."
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After saying that, Jiang Lin led the two children away, leaving Jiang Xiu looking at his back, her cheeks gradually turning red.
So, are you so important?
But what's important?
Only Jiang Lin understood that his parents were actually a little hesitant about coming to the blacksmith camp.
After all, there is only one son in the family. If he is sent to the blacksmith camp, if nothing happens, it will be a waste of effort.
The conditions were not good to begin with, and it would be even worse if there were less main workers.
It was Jiang Xiu who strongly advocated that she do the work at home, ensuring that she would not do less or worse than Jiang Lin.
After persuading him for a long time, his parents finally agreed to send their son to a blacksmith camp to learn a trade.
For Jiang Lin, if he hadn't come to Blacksmith Camp, he might not have achieved what he has achieved now.
In his heart, Jiang Xiu may not play a big role in daily life, but in life, he is a very crucial figure.
Whether it is important or not is not what you think, but what others think.
At this time, Jiang Lin had already brought his two children to the blacksmith shop.
Looking back, Yuan Bingqi was squatting inside, touching the piece of pig iron, as if he was looking at some unique treasure.
Jiang Lin didn't pay too much attention, but popped out a hole in the pig iron split by Sheng Yingchun and Song Ziyan with one finger, and then inserted the weapon into it. Then, he erected two iron pillars and hung two pieces of paper in the middle.
"When to split this paper with a weapon, when to enter the next stage." Jiang Lin said.
"What's so difficult about this!" Song Ziyan immediately grabbed the double-edged knife with excitement on his face.
As soon as I started using it, I exclaimed: "It's so heavy!"
The strength at the peak of martial arts is great, but the knife is hung with thousands of kilograms of pig iron, and when you swing it again, the feeling is completely different.
It's possible to pick it up, but it's absolutely impossible to slash it as casually as before.
It's pretty good to be able to grasp the direction well and not go too far.
Song Ziyan struggled to lift the double-edged knife and looked at the paper in front of him, but he broke the paper and the thread.
The knife is very sharp, but if the speed and accuracy are not enough, it will be a heavy burden to press down, not to chop.
Song Ziyan's face suddenly turned red, how could this happen?
Sheng Yingchun watched carefully from the side and went over to pick up his Mo Dao.
Compared with the double-edged sword, the Mo Dao is too long, and the pig iron block hanging on it becomes heavier.
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It was even more difficult for her to pick it up, but instead of trying to split the paper like Song Ziyan, she walked to an open space aside and started practicing chopping movements in the air.
Jiang Lin looked at it and nodded slightly. He didn't know whether it was because he was older or had higher understanding. Sheng Yingchun obviously knew how to improve better than Song Ziyan.
Jiang Lin stopped paying attention to the matter here and walked into the blacksmith shop.
"Master Yuan, what are you doing?"
When Yuan Bingqi heard the sound, he stood up quickly and asked excitedly: "Master Jiang, is this piece of pig iron tempered by the Hundred Refining Method? How many layers?"
"There should be three or four thousand floors." Jiang Lin replied.
"Sure enough!" Yuan Bingqi was overjoyed: "The Hundred Refining Technique can reach such a height. Just a piece of pig iron can be used to forge a top-grade spiritual weapon! I understand! I understand! Thank you for your advice!"
After saying that, Yuan Bingqi ran out in a hurry and went straight to the blacksmith shop.
Jiang Lin opened his mouth, wanting to tell him that the reason why he was able to forge a high-grade spiritual weapon was not only due to the stacking of hundreds of refinement levels, but also the blessing of the Hengyu Furnace and skills.
Also, what do you know?
But thinking of Yuan Bingqi's happy face, Jiang Lin shook his head.
Forget it, it’s better to think about it than not to think about it.
The shouts of the two children outside came and went.
Hanging a thousand kilograms of pig iron is completely different from directly slashing with a weapon weighing more than ten kilograms.
What does it mean to be light-weighted?
This is Jiang Lin's method to prevent his cultivation from improving too quickly and being unable to control his power.
If one day they can control weapons weighing thousands of kilograms at will, it will prove that they are completely familiar with their own strength and can start the next stage of improvement.
Jiang Lin himself didn't waste any time. After heating the piece of pig iron, he picked up the star-destroying hammer and continued to hammer it.
Jiang Lin was not satisfied with the rank of a top-grade spiritual soldier.
If you want to fight against a real divine weapon, you must have at least a mysterious weapon level with Chaos Arrow.
As for whether it is low-grade, medium-grade, or high-grade, it depends on how high the hardness can be achieved.
Jiang Lin believes that no matter what attribute, as long as it reaches the extreme, it will produce earth-shaking changes.
The mysterious weapons and magic weapons are nothing more than stronger attributes.
Just like the famous saying in the previous life, what is God?
He who does what man cannot do is God.
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Amidst constant reminders, the size of this piece of pig iron is still shrinking step by step.
In the blacksmith shop, Yuan Bingqi returned here and began to hammer his huge piece of pig iron excitedly.
The blacksmiths nearby couldn't help but look puzzled when they saw him looking like he had been injected with chicken blood.
A few days ago, it was said that the Hundred Refining Techniques had reached a bottleneck and that it would be difficult to make any major improvements. What happened?
A master blacksmith couldn't help but ask: "Master Yuan, looking at you like this, could it be that you have gained some experience in the Hundred Refining Method?"
Yuan Bingqi was working on it without raising his head, and said excitedly with sparks flying: "The Hundred Refining Method is far from reaching its bottleneck. Pig iron can forge high-grade spiritual weapons and even mysterious weapons!"
The blacksmiths in the circle were stunned when they heard this, and then burst into laughter.
They exchanged vague glances and shook their heads in silence, but their eyes fully showed their attitudes.
Master Yuan is afraid that he has lost his mind after practicing the Hundred Refining Method. It is true that pig iron can be tempered to high quality, but it is not so easy to reach the level of treasure weapon or above.
So far, the entire blacksmith battalion has not been able to build weapons above the level of treasure weapons by Lord Jiang.
Your Master Yuan's Hundred Refining Techniques are indeed the most powerful after Master Jiang, but that's all.
So far, I have only tempered the middle and fifth grades, and I haven't even touched the shadow of the upper grades. How dare I hope for a mysterious weapon?
The cultivation levels of these blacksmith masters are only at the second or third level of martial arts.
If it were Jiang Lin here, he would definitely be able to sense that every time Yuan Bingqi forges, some golden essence enters his body, and his cultivation level is also improving faster than other blacksmiths.
The oven method is a professional practice method left by the blacksmith ancestor. The higher the grade of the weapon you create, the faster the practice speed!
(End of chapter)