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

Chapter 315: Study Hard and Practice (Additional Chapter 7 for Guo Jiuxing Silver Alliance)

Ten days later, Miao Yonghuai, Song Ziyan, and Sheng Yingchun stood in the blacksmith shop and took the Bafang Zhendan from Jiang Lin.

They can now run 30,000 meters carrying 50 kilograms of pig iron.

Although I only ran this once and fainted from exhaustion, I still met the requirements and can start the next stage of improvement.

The three of them took the pill without hesitation, and the powerful medicinal power immediately burst out from their bodies.

Perhaps it was because they had experienced the same pain, or perhaps their cultivation, will and physique had been improved through the training in these days, this time, even Song Ziyan, who had the weakest physique, insisted on gritting his teeth and not uttering too many cries of pain.

As for Miao Yonghuai, he was staring at Sheng Yingchun.

The thirteen-year-old girl didn't say a word, and he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out in pain, seeming to be competing with her.

The medicinal power circulated throughout their bodies, constantly widening their meridians, strengthening their bodies, and improving their cultivation.

From the first level of martial arts, to the second level of martial arts, to the third level of martial arts...

It was not until the fourth level of martial arts that the improvement of aura stopped.

At this time, the three men were covered in blood and their faces were pale, but their eyes were bright.

Their parents at this age did not have such accomplishments and might have just started to learn martial arts.

A fourth-level martial arts master could be considered a master even in the martial arts world.

Of course, in Jiang Lin's opinion, it is far from enough.

What he wants to cultivate is the Divine Martial Realm, or even the Dao Martial Realm, which can help himself and also help them control their own destiny.

However, Jiang Lin would not be like those old veterans in Zuowang Tower, sending a large amount of elixirs to them and letting them work hard to improve their cultivation.

For these three children, Jiang Lin chose a step-by-step approach, even though it might seem cruel enough to others.

"With the fourth level of martial arts cultivation, you can already use these weapons for practice. Now follow me." Jiang Lin said.

Miao Yonghuai excitedly grabbed the spear that was more than twice as tall as himself, and followed Jiang Lin out of the blacksmith shop.

Next came Sheng Yingchun. She was not too short, but compared with the meter-long Mo Dao, she still seemed much smaller and looked quite out of proportion.

Song Ziyan followed behind excitedly, holding the double-edged knife.

Arriving at the open space, Jiang Lin stood in front of three huge pieces of pig iron.

This was fired in advance by him using the Hengyu furnace. Each piece is one meter wide and one meter long, a very regular cube.

Jiang Lin said, "Now take your weapons and start swinging. Swing as many times as I hammered them in the shop. If I stop, you stop. If I move, you move. Do you understand?"

Song Ziyan asked weakly, "Master, don't you have any moves?"

Jiang Lin stretched out his hand, used it as a knife, and chopped to the side.

The sword technique breaks the air!
With one strike of the sword, a tiny crack was instantly cut in the void. A terrifying aura rushed towards them, making the three children's breathing suffocate.

Jiang Lin did not use his full strength and only demonstrated it.

Retracting his palm, he said calmly: "This is my move, the Sky-Breaking Sword Technique. Do you think you can learn it now?"

This was not a question and did not require an answer. Jiang Lin walked straight towards the blacksmith shop.

The three children stood there, watching the space crack heal quickly, and did not speak for a long time.

Even if a master of divine martial arts came, he would be shocked when seeing this sword, let alone three children who had just started their journey into martial arts.

But it wasn't long before they started to get excited.

If you can learn such an amazing sword move, wouldn’t you be invincible in the world?
Only Miao Yonghuai looked at the spear in his hand with a sad face. That was sword technique, how could he learn it himself?

He turned around and was about to ask if he could give up the gun and learn the sword, when he heard Jiang Lin's voice: "Be prepared, if you miss one, I'll let you practice ten more times!"

Before he could finish his words, he heard a noise coming from the blacksmith's shop.

jingle——

jingle——

The rhythm is clear, neither anxious nor impatient, neither fast nor slow.

The three children were startled and without thinking too much, they immediately started swinging their weapons and slashing to the rhythm.

Fortunately, Jiang Lin's hammering rhythm was different from that of ordinary blacksmiths, otherwise, they would have been in chaos due to the clanging sounds.

However, even with the fourth-level cultivation in martial arts, he ran 30,000 meters carrying 50 kilograms of pig iron, but when he really swung the weapon, he found that it was not easy.

Especially the spear and Mo Dao, which are heavy and long.

It's easy to chop it down, but it's difficult to lift it up again and chop it down again according to the rhythm.

At the beginning, I had enough strength and could barely keep up. But as my strength was consumed, I gradually couldn’t keep up.

On the contrary, Song Ziyan, who had been performing the worst, had a lighter weapon and could still hold on.

Miao Yonghuai and Sheng Yingchun glanced at him and gritted their teeth to persevere.

Even Song Ziyan, who is not as strong as them, can keep up, so how can I lose!
Children often like to compete with each other more than adults.

Soon, the hammering sound stopped and they breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, I was covered in sweat and both arms were sore and swollen.

However, before he could rub his arms a few more times, the sound of hammering in the blacksmith's shop rang out again.

Miao Yonghuai cried out in pain: "So fast!"

Today, the Southern Blacksmith Camp has hired hundreds of people to cook and provide meals for tens of thousands of blacksmiths. Old Man Wei no longer needs to be responsible for these things, so he simply comes to help supervise the children's martial arts training.

He held a piece of paper and a pen in his hand, and recorded who didn't keep up and how many times they missed.

Even though Old Man Wei usually takes good care of these three children, he still strictly follows Jiang Lin's requirements when they practice martial arts.

At the end of the day, when the blacksmith and apprentices came back one after another to rest and eat, the three children were still swinging their weapons.

The edges of their weapons were curled due to being chopped, and there were multiple cracks on the pig iron in front of them. However, there was no trace of the excitement on their faces that they had when they first received the weapons.

Now his face was dull, his eyes were lifeless, and his waving movements were mechanical and stiff, relying entirely on instinct.

This kind of fatigue is no less than running 30,000 meters carrying 50 kilograms of pig iron.

Jiang Lin has come out of the blacksmith shop and stopped hammering. The three children are now chopping wood to make up for their previous debt.

If they say one less time, they will do ten more times. At the end of the day, they say less and do more hundreds or thousands of times.

Blacksmith Qi came over and said with some reluctance: "Master Jiang, how about letting them eat first and then make up for it?"

Jiang Lin glanced over, and the stern look in his eyes made Qi the blacksmith shrink his neck. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Just pretend I didn't say anything..."

After they arrived at the dining shed, Qi the Blacksmith let out a long breath and said with some fear, "Lord Jiang is becoming more and more scary now. One look from him is enough to make people afraid to say anything."

"I see, Lord Jiang is quite polite to you. Have you forgotten how those military officers who came to our blacksmith camp to cause trouble were thrown out by him by the neck?"

"Speaking of which, Lord Jiang is really not someone who is easy to bully. He looks peaceful. But if you really make him angry, then..."

"Shh, what nonsense are you talking about? You're killing me!"

Jiang Lin's prestige in the Southern Blacksmith Camp now far exceeds that of anyone else. Even the Minister of Works cannot compare to him.

Almost everyone thought that the way he trained his children was too extreme, but few dared to dissuade him.

The clanging sounds of chopping wood did not stop until the blacksmith and his apprentices had finished their meal and many of them had even fallen asleep.

Jiang Lin walked over, took the weapons from them, and said, "That's enough."

The three children looked at him blankly, and then fell on their backs one after another.

There was food and a kettle at their feet, but they only had time to take a bite during the breaks in their training.

But by the afternoon, I could hardly lift my hands, so how could I have the appetite to eat?

I was hungry, thirsty, tired and in pain. As soon as I fell down, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Of course, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he fainted.

Jiang Lin stretched out his hand, and the energy swept the three people up and moved towards the house.

Old Man Wei had already prepared the medicinal soup. When he saw Jiang Lin bring the person back, he immediately opened the lid.

The boiling medicinal soup is filled with the rich aroma of medicinal materials.

Jiang Lin threw the three people directly into the water. Amid the continuous splashing sounds, Old Man Wei looked at the swollen elbows floating on the water, his eyes filled with heartache.

But he was already used to Jiang Lin's way of doing things, and did not try to persuade him to reduce the frequency. Instead, he turned around and went to prepare the meal.

At this time, the three children had woken up after choking on the water.

Familiar taste, familiar temperature.

The hot water stimulated their bodies and consciousness, making them feel the pain in their bodies more clearly, and they all grimaced.

But no one screamed or cried out in pain anymore, we’ve almost gotten used to it.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that a large amount of four-sided health-preserving pills are added to the medicine soup every day.

Unless you are from a powerful clan or a top force, no family has the conditions to use precious pills to nourish their children's bodies every day.

"Starting tomorrow, run 10,000 meters every day carrying 100 kilograms of pig iron and then practice swinging." Jiang Lin said.

"Ah?" Miao Yonghuai was the first to speak.

Jiang Lin glanced over, and Miao Yonghuai immediately retracted his head into the water, not daring to say another word.

Although he was already very familiar with Jiang Lin, he was still full of awe for this master.

"When I first came to the Blacksmith Camp, my master once said that the world's top swordsmen only practiced swordplay a thousand times a day. We blacksmiths swing our hammers thousands of times a day, but we can't become masters."

"That's because blacksmiths have innate shackles, but you don't. If you want to become a master, you must practice a lot to consolidate this foundation and make it solid, like instinct."

Miao Yonghuai poked his head out of the water and asked, "If I chop thousands of times every day, can I master the sword skills like Master?"

"No." Jiang Lin said.

The Sky-Breaking Sword Technique is a self-created skill and can be taught to others, but one needs to be at least at the eighth level of the Yuanwu Realm to be able to perform it.

It's just the fourth level of martial arts, it's good enough to see it once.

The three children were immediately disappointed. What was the point of practicing so hard if they couldn’t learn it?
"Let's talk about it after your cultivation level improves. Besides, you practice with a spear, so why would you learn swordsmanship?" Jiang Lin said.

Miao Yonghuai got excited again: "Master, what you mean is that although I can't learn sword techniques, you have similar gun techniques?"

"No." Jiang Lin told the truth. His marksmanship had not yet reached the point where he could integrate what he had learned in the past and create his own moves.

Miao Yonghuai's head shrank back again, and his young heart was hurt +1.

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