He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 155 Are You Joking?

Only a long sword with fire poison can be compared with the one in front of him.

Jiang Lin sighed and said, "It's a pity that it's not a precious weapon, and the Demonic Wind Spider is not a true third-grade weapon."

If it is really a third-grade or above demon wind spider, the wind blades will definitely be more numerous and stronger.

In the eyes of Qi the blacksmith, Jiang Lin's regret seemed more like showing off.

While others are still worrying about how to forge a quality weapon on their own, you are making one quality weapon after another.

And it also comes with a certain amount of ancestral power of monsters. What's there to be dissatisfied about?

After some consideration, Jiang Lin gave up the idea of ​​sending the long sword to the Nanling camp.

Although the power is not as strong as expected, it is still enough to deal with people with average martial arts skills. It is worse than nothing.

Nine days passed quickly.

During this period, the Construction Department had built two to three hundred new houses, which were fully equipped with tables, chairs, benches, mattresses and quilts.

This time, the Foundry Department really put in a lot of effort and spent a lot of money to renovate the Southern Blacksmith Camp.

As Zhao Yankui said, the higher Jiang Lin's achievements here, the more money the foundry will have to spend.

Otherwise, it would be too outrageous to let people know that such a great blacksmith is staying in a shabby blacksmith camp.

What's more, the relationship between Jiang Lin and the Nanling camp is getting closer and closer. Even the quartermaster Yan Tianrong has to look Jiang Lin in the eye and dare not neglect him in the slightest.

It is said that there were only forty-eight eighth-rank secretaries, but in fact they were nothing in the Daqian Dynasty.

If I chop off your head today, I can promote another one in less than half an incense stick of time.

The Foundry, which can only supply weapons to the army and has no backing or background, is the place that many officials who want to be promoted least want to come to.

Coming here is almost equivalent to having no merit.

On the contrary, if the supply of weapons is insufficient, disaster may occur at any time, which is completely a thankless task.

As the master chef of the Southern Blacksmith Camp and also the one with the highest prestige and skills here, Jiang Lin was naturally the first to move into the new house.

His house is quite special. Others have only one room, but he has two.

One room he lives in, and the other belongs to old man Wei.

Jiang Lin fulfilled his original promise and moved in with Old Man Wei to take care of him until his death.

It’s not that I had no house to live in before, but the feeling of actually moving into a new house of my own is very different.

Sitting on the sturdy bed, looking at the neat and bright walls and windows, Jiang Lin had a faint smile on his face.

After coming into this world for a few months, I finally have my own house. It shouldn't be considered as bringing shame to the people in my "back home", right?

"I live well there, why do I have to move here?" Old Man Wei said as he came in carrying bedding.

Qi the blacksmith and others followed to help, and said with a smile: "Master Jiang wants to be filial to you, so you have to give him some face."

Everyone knows that Jiang Lin and Old Man Wei have a very good relationship, like a grandfather and grandson without any blood relationship.

So now the people in the Southern Blacksmith Camp respect Jiang Lin, and the same goes for Old Man Wei.

Everyone who saw him respectfully addressed him as Master Wei, and no one ever called him Old Wei again.

Even if Zhao Yankui came, he would have to bow to Old Man Wei and greet him like this.

"Live in it peacefully. A new house is definitely better than an old one." Jiang Lin walked over, took the bedding from his hand, went into the house and spread the bedding out.

Although Old Man Wei was talking, his pace did not slow down much.

He limped into the room and looked at the young man bending down to make his bed, a faint smile already on his face.

After retiring from the frontier army for 20 to 30 years and going through such a long period of hardship, he felt for the first time that life was no longer hard. What precious sword, what past merits, even if he gave up everything, he would have no regrets.

The new house has a new look. Jiang Lin took out some silver and bought several carts of food and wine to treat everyone in the South Blacksmith Camp to a happy meal.

Everyone cheered and shouted "Master Jiang". If it wasn't for his heinous crimes, some people would have shouted "Long live Master Jiang".

The next day, Jiang Lin returned to the village again.

Tian Daheng and others had been waiting here for a long time. In addition to the dozen people they had seen before, there were dozens more people here.

There are the elderly, the weak, women and children, as well as some newcomers to the underworld.

They are cutting down trees and building houses.

Seeing Jiang Lin coming, they learned that he was the skilled young blacksmith from the foundry, and they all looked over curiously.

"Brother Jiang!" Tian Daheng and the others came over with a smile, holding a book of secret manuals in their hands: "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission and brought everything I can. Would you like to take a look first?"

Jiang Lin responded, took the secret book and looked through it one by one.

Pay for one book after you finish reading it.

While watching, Jiang Lin also determined that each book had a different effect on the increase in proficiency.

For the most common cases, maybe only a dozen points will be added for each book, and if it is a duplicate, no points will be added at all.

For slightly better ones, you can add 40 or 50 points.

If it’s better, you can add seventy or eighty.

But there is not a single one that costs over a hundred.

Jiang Lin was flipping through the secret book while asking, "Are there no more advanced secret books?"

Tian Daheng shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Brother Jiang, you don't know that this secret book is also divided into grades. Ours are the most common ones. The higher-grade ones are basically in the hands of famous masters, or large martial arts halls, sects, etc."

Those forces are not short of money, and they would not look down on a mere fifty taels of silver. If it were five thousand taels, someone might make a special trip to get it.

Jiang Lin hummed and said nothing more.

Although the quality of these secret books is not high, when added together, the proficiency they can provide is still considerable.

Waves of warm currents continued to emerge, washing Jiang Lin's body over and over again like waves.

Tian Daheng and others were standing nearby, waiting, watching Jiang Lin's aura continue to increase.

When Jiang Lin finished reading all the secret books and was about to pay the bill, he found that Tian Daheng and others were already standing far away, looking at him as if he were a monster.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Lin asked in confusion.

"Brother Jiang, don't you feel it?" Tian Daheng said in horror, "Your aura is rising in waves, and your energy is like a blade. I dare not get too close."

Jiang Lin was surprised to find that there was no one around and the ground was full of traces left by the cutting of energy.

It turns out that reading secret books can also improve your martial arts skills?

I just don’t know what rank I should be considered now.

When Jiang Lin asked this question out of curiosity, Tian Daheng and others looked even weirder.

They all had martial arts cultivation levels of around the fourth or fifth grade, and didn't know much about higher grades. They could only roughly estimate that Jiang Lin's martial arts cultivation should be at least at the seventh or even eighth grade.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to withstand the leaked energy.

How could someone with such powerful martial arts skills not know even the most basic common sense?
Tian Daheng couldn't help but said, "Brother Jiang, please stop joking. You have to make fun of us."

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