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

Chapter 66 No One Is a Good Person

People from the Construction and Repair Department and the Foundry Department came in the evening and counted the damaged houses. The people from the Porter House took the bodies away, burned them to ashes, and then let the family members claim them.

Jiang Lin watched silently from the side. Burn to ashes first?

Doesn’t that mean that if someone wants to do something to you, your family won’t even know how you died?

Such a process is obviously inappropriate, but it is not uncommon in the Daqian Dynasty.

Human life is worthless, it really is worthless!
It took a long time to clean up the ruins, so much so that by the evening the dining tent was still there and no one was taking care of it.

Old Man Wei couldn't cook, so Zhao Yankui asked him to bring back some cooked food on a donkey cart.

While they were eating, Miao Chuanfu, the commander of the Nanling camp whom I had met last time, came over with dozens of soldiers.

It is said that the remnants of Xuanhua Dao are hiding in the city. In order to prevent any accidents, Liao Mingxu specially sent him to protect the South Blacksmith Camp.

That being said, everyone knew who they really wanted to protect.

No one felt it was unfair. Instead, they were grateful to have people like Old Man Wei around, who gave them enough sense of security.

After everyone finished eating and were ready to rest after a tiring day, Jiang Lin went to the dining tent.

He had to find his own set of bedding, otherwise he would have to sleep on the hard floor at night.

There wasn't much in the dining tent itself, except for the beams and thick thatch.

With Jiang Lin's strength, it was not difficult to search.

Soon, he saw a corner of the quilt and was about to reach out to grab it, but stopped.

It’s not that it’s out of reach, but in that corner, Jiang Lin saw bloodstains.

Although it was not clear under the moonlight, he was sure that it was blood.

There was a faint residual fragrance in the smell of grass and wood dust. It was not strong, but it was detectable enough for Jiang Lin, whose five senses were more acute than those of ordinary people.

There are people hiding under the ruins.

And it could be a woman!

At this critical moment, who would sneak up to the ruins of the dining shed in the blacksmith camp and hide?

Jiang Lin was about to withdraw cautiously, but a faint voice came from his ear: "If you withdraw again, I will kill you."

The voice was indifferent, young, and full of murderous intent.

Jiang Lin immediately stopped what he was doing and stared at the deeper part of the quilt. He felt the hairs on his arms stand up.

The remnants of Xuanhua Dao!
He secretly cursed his bad luck. Didn’t he say he was hiding in the city? Why did he run to the blacksmith camp?

It's not surprising when you think about it. The blacksmith camp is made up of a group of rough blacksmiths who are only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and their martial arts skills are almost negligible.

It's much better to hide here than in Kyoto.

Something floated over, and Jiang Lin could see clearly that it was a black pill.

"Eat it."

Jiang Lin was silent for only two seconds before the cold voice rang out again: "Eat or die!"

"Is this thing used to control my body, or to force me to help you?" Jiang Lin asked.

"That's a lot of nonsense! Don't think that I won't take action just because the army is around. If I kill you, they won't be able to stop me from leaving!"

Jiang Lin was indeed thinking about whether he should take a risk and fight to the death.

But he felt less and less understood about this world.

A great battle in the city completely overturned the world's perception of combat power.

At this moment, he remembered what Qi the blacksmith had said.

The dead are not important, the living are important. So there is nothing wrong with using the dead to gain some benefits for the living. Jiang Lin took a deep breath and said, "I can help you, but what's the benefit for me?"

"The good thing is that you're still alive."

"That's not enough." Jiang Lin said firmly, "If someone finds out that I'm involved with the remnants of Xuanhua Dao, I'll be killed. It's the same death. If I die at the hands of the army, my family can at least get a pension. If I die because of you, I'm afraid my entire clan will be exterminated. There's no benefit. I'm calling for help now!"

Whether it is home or not is not important to Jiang Lin.

But his words silenced the man in hiding.

After a while, a voice was heard again: "Are you really a blacksmith? You don't look like a good guy."

"That's not what you should care about. Do you want us to die together or give me benefits instead of threatening me with this so-called medicine? It's your choice." Jiang Lin said.

He would never take medicine, no one knows what it is used for.

Rather than being coerced by others and facing unpredictable consequences, he would rather take everything into his own hands.

Either die together or cooperate, this is Jiang Lin’s choice.

"What benefit do you want?" the voice asked.

"Tell me first what your position is in Xuanhua Dao, and see if it's important enough."

There was a moment of silence in the ruins, and then he said, "The Taoist master of Xuanhua Dao is my master. I am the leader of the 103rd generation of disciples. Is this enough?"

After a pause, the voice said, "If you use my identity to claim the reward, I will at least give you a few more ranks."

"Such a temptation is childish. No wonder you failed so easily." Jiang Lin said, already having a general image of a young woman in his mind.

There was no sound in the ruins, but Jiang Lin vaguely felt a tingling sensation on his skin, and the other party's murderous aura almost condensed into substance.

Fortunately, she seemed to be afraid of the presence of Miao Chuanfu and others, and her murderous aura was immediately restrained, but her voice became a little colder: "Don't talk nonsense, what do you want?"

"Why rush?" Jiang Lin understood that he had seized the initiative.

He simply sat down beside him and said, "I have some questions to ask you. Let's go through them slowly. First, tell me what Yuanwu and Shenwu mean."

Jiang Lin finally met a Taoist, and he didn't want to miss the opportunity to expand his knowledge.

Even if I die, at least I should know more about this world.

"Above the ninth level of martial arts are the three realms of Yuanwu, Shenwu, and Daowu, which correspond to the Taoist Lingyuan, Shenyuan, and Daoyuan respectively." The woman's voice was mixed with a little sarcasm: "You are just a small blacksmith, why do you know all this? Do you think you have a chance to break through to the peak of martial arts in this lifetime?"

"You talk too much." Jiang Lin said bluntly, "Tell me what each of these realms can do. For example, can the Yuanwu realm split a mountain with one punch and break a river with one palm?"

……

From night to the next morning, Jiang Lin stretched and got up from the ground.

"Okay, stay here. I'm going to eat. But someone might come to clean up the dining shed later, so figure out where to hide. Don't blame me if you're found."

"You're leaving?" The woman's voice sounded tired and even colder.

After being asked questions by Jiang Lin all night, she was a little confused and had no idea what this little blacksmith was going to do.

Even if Jiang Lin just wanted a pill that could prolong life, she wouldn't be as confused as she is now.

"If I don't leave, do I have to stay here with you? Wouldn't that make people see something is wrong?" Jiang Lin pouted and said, "Are all the people in Xuanhua Dao as stupid as you?"

A gnashing voice came from the darkness of the ruins: "You are looking for death!"

"Stop pretending. If you really dared to do it, you wouldn't have hidden here all night, and you wouldn't have been so patient to answer my questions." Jiang Lin patted his butt and took a step forward: "I have already reminded you. Use your brain more."

After saying that, he just left.

There was complete silence under the ruins. After a long while, a low and resentful voice was heard.

"Even a blacksmith is so scheming. There really isn't a single good person in Daqian!"

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