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

Chapter 30 New Skills (Fourth update, please read later)

The cruelty of the border troops would make anyone feel terrified, and Jiang Lin was no exception.

Dong Songchang was a master craftsman in the blacksmith camp after all. When Liao Mingxu came to him, he didn't even need to ask any questions and just drew his sword and started chopping.

Background? Connections? Identity?

The border troops won’t tell you this.

Even Zhao Yankui felt horrified when he saw this scene.

No matter how bad his temper is, it is only towards ordinary people. Compared with those ruthless guys in the border army, he is as docile as a kitten.

Liao Mingxu turned to look at Old Man Wei and asked, "Master Wei, do you want to chop him up or bury him alive? Or chop him up and feed him to the dogs?"

Dong Songchang was so frightened that he forgot the pain and begged for mercy hysterically.

A fishy yellow liquid flowed out of his crotch, accompanied by a faint foul smell. He was already incontinent due to fear.

Hundreds of men in the blacksmith shop were terrified and silent at this moment.

A hammer weighing more than ten pounds is ultimately no match for a sword weighing two pounds.

Four hundred soldiers from the Nanling camp were enough to massacre the entire Nan Blacksmith Camp seven times, not to mention the presence of Liao Mingxu, a third-rank lieutenant general. Even Yu Maoming would have sweated if he had come.

Old Man Wei didn't even look at Dong Songchang, and said indifferently: "Chop it off."

"Mercy! Lord Wei, please forgive me. I will never dare to..."

Before Dong Songchang finished speaking, his head was already spinning on the ground.

Liao Mingxu shook off the blood on the knife, put it back into the sheath with a bang, and then kicked Dong Songchang's head more than ten meters away like kicking garbage.

A headless corpse, a flying head, and blood all over the ground.

The blacksmith shop was silent. Some apprentices were so scared that their legs went limp and they fell to the ground. The master blacksmith was better off and could barely stand.

Jiang Lin looked at Old Man Wei, feeling a little surprised.

Old Man Wei has always been a representative of the taciturn type, but I didn’t expect that he could be so cruel.

Liao Mingxu was right. No matter if it is a hundred years or a thousand years, the border troops will always be the border troops.

"Master Wei, is there anyone else?" asked the commander.

Judging from the look in his eyes, he seemed to want to kill two to satisfy his own desire.

Everyone in the blacksmith shop trembled collectively and looked at Old Man Wei eagerly, fearing that he would read out their names.

Fortunately, Old Man Wei shook his head and said, "No more."

With a thud, several apprentices fell to the ground. When they saw Liao Mingxu coming, they were so scared that they closed their eyes and fainted on the spot.

"Coward." Liao Mingxu said disdainfully, then looked at Jiang Lin and asked with a smile: "Boy, what's your name?"

"My name is Jiang Lin." Jiang Lin replied quickly.

Although these people came to speak up for Old Man Wei, Jiang Lin didn't think he had any right to speak nonsense.

Just answer whatever you are asked. It's never wrong to be honest.

"Are you really not coming to my Nanling camp?" Liao Mingxu asked.

Jiang Lin didn't say anything, just looked at Old Man Wei.

Old Man Wei said, "He's not going."

"Okay." Liao Mingxu was also a straightforward person. The fact that he asked twice was enough to prove how much he valued Jiang Lin.

"Brothers, we're back!" Dusi shouted.

Hundreds of soldiers came quickly and left quickly.

With a whoosh, it disappeared from sight with dust and arrogance, leaving only the headless corpse looking so sad.

No one would feel sorry for Dong Songchang, let alone feel pity for him.

All I can say is that he deserved to die.

But when they looked at Old Man Wei again, everyone's eyes were filled with awe, even fear. It was not until Old Man Wei had been gone for a long time that some people gradually began to breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yankui walked up to Jiang Lin with an extremely complicated expression.

Dong Songchang had been against him for so long, but he didn't expect that he would die like this.

"Master, will this cause any trouble?" Jiang Lin asked.

Zhao Yankui smiled bitterly and said, "Even if His Majesty knew about the actions of the Third Rank Lieutenant General, he wouldn't say much, not to mention that they are from the frontier army. If the Secretary knew about it, he would only scold Dong Songchang for being blind and offending someone he shouldn't offend. So Old Wei won't have any trouble, but you and I..."

Zhao Yankui didn't finish his words because he wasn't sure of the answer.

Logically speaking, Dong Songchang was killed by Liao Mingxu, and it had nothing to do with the two of them as master and disciple.

But does Lin Yuansi think so too?

Or, he felt that he couldn't afford to offend the border troops, so he took his anger out on others?
"Let's take it one step at a time. If something really goes wrong, doesn't that lieutenant general have high hopes for you? You can then hide in the Nanling camp. If you're lucky, you can live a few more years." Zhao Yangkui said.

Jiang Lin was silent. He suddenly realized that it was only this year that he began to understand this world a little bit.

Previously, I always stayed in the blacksmith camp. Although I encountered some troubles, they were all harmless.

Liao Mingxu's arrival made Jiang Lin understand one thing.

This world is much more dangerous than he imagined. In the eyes of many people, his life may be worth less than an ant.

The growing sense of crisis made Jiang Lin look up at Zhao Yankui and said, "Master, I want to learn how to quench and sharpen a blade!"

"Now?"

"Now!"

Zhao Yankui looked at the young man in front of him and seemed to understand something.

He waved to Qi the blacksmith and said, "Take someone to clean this up, and then go inform the foundry department."

Blacksmith Qi looked at the corpse on the ground and nodded.

"Follow me." Zhao Yankui called out, but did not take Jiang Lin to the blacksmith shop, but walked towards the west.

Jiang Lin didn't ask him what he was doing and followed him.

The master and disciple walked in silence to a room on the west side, and Zhao Yankui pushed open the door and went in first.

Jiang Lin followed him in and saw many iron barrels inside, as well as some bottles and jars placed on the shelves.

Various smells filled his nose, irritating him so much that he couldn't help sneezing.

"There are many types of quenching, not just using water. Depending on the different ironware, different materials, and different hammering techniques, the quenching needs to be changed."

"Here are thirty-six commonly used quenching materials, including water, oil, salt, soil, various plant juices, bird and beast blood, bile, and venom. This bottle is the most precious, it contains the body fluid of the monster Mengqu, which can be used to refine high-quality weapons."

Looking at the bottle that Zhao Yankui pointed to, there was a mass of jelly-like viscous liquid inside, and it seemed to still retain a certain activity, wriggling from time to time.

Jiang Lin keenly grasped a key word, the monster Mengqu.

Zhao Yankui said indifferently: "There is nothing to be surprised about. Do you think that the people that the Daqian Dynasty is expanding and conquering are all the same as us? Many mountains and dense forests are the territory of monsters. It is much more difficult to fight them than to kill people. If you go out in the future, you must not go to sparsely populated places at will. Monsters are endless and may appear at any time."

Jiang Lin fell silent again. The world outside was indeed extremely dangerous.

In addition to war, there are also things like monsters.

"These thirty-six commonly used quenching materials have a wide range of uses. This is the one we use the most. After the hammering is completed, do this..."

As Zhao Yankui explained, a line of information floated across Jiang Lin's vision.

[You have learned new knowledge and understood the introductory skills of quenching]

Jiang Lin blinked, and the information suddenly became complete.

[Skill 3: Quenching Lv1 (Proficiency 0/5)]

[Skill 5: Level 1 Rebirth, can roughly determine the timing of quenching]

Jiang Lin's gaze focused as he watched. Indeed, he had acquired new skills and related abilities. All he needed to do to become a real blacksmith was to sharpen the blade!
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