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

Chapter 67 A Skirt

Walking on the road, Jiang Lin was thinking carefully in his mind.

The woman answered all the questions throughout the night, some of which were related to Xuanhua Dao.

Judging from her attitude and reaction, it is obvious that she does not understand the dangers of the world very well, or maybe she is just too naive.

Taoist?

It should be something like the meaning of sect leader or headmaster. As his disciple, he actually behaved like this, which greatly changed Jiang Lin's impression of Taoist people.

Although this may be just a special case, since that woman is the leader of all the disciples, it is enough to indirectly prove that Xuanhua Dao is not good at intrigue.

After all, if the master is cunning, the apprentice is unlikely to be very honest.

Did this woman deliberately play such a naive role?

Or is this her true self?
If it is the latter, then a single example can reveal the whole picture. How could such a Taoist sect suddenly rebel against the Daqian Dynasty?

According to the answer obtained in the evening, Daqian is the most powerful dynasty in this world, and other dynasties around it must unite to barely compete with it.

Following such a dynasty, with all the good things in life, it seems unreasonable to rebel.

At least from the perspective of interests, there is no logic at all.

In addition, during the battle in Kyoto yesterday, an old man said that he knew what the emperor wanted to gather.

"It seems that the water in this world is very deep, so deep that even a Taoist sect that has existed for a thousand years cannot survive safely."

Jiang Lin couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. It was said that the three major Taoist sects, Xuanhua Dao and others, had existed for more than a thousand years.

Few people know exactly how long it will take.

"Master Wei is right. Don't think about things you shouldn't think about. If you think too much, you'll die easily."

As a small person who is not even as good as an ant, it is better to stay in one's own way and not do things that are not in line with your strength.

Jiang Lin looked up at the fully armed soldiers standing at the entrance of the blacksmith camp, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Should we disclose the existence of that woman?

If Jiang Lin had not witnessed the Battle of Kyoto, he might have offered himself up without hesitation.

But everything I saw that day was terrifying.

Hundreds of meters long sword light, a giant palm covering half of Kyoto, and a Taoist walking in the air, this is an unimaginable powerful force.

Jiang Lin had been to the Nanling camp and had competed with captains like Han Shichuan.

Judging from the surface alone, these soldiers are several times stronger than ordinary people. People like Han Shichuan are equivalent to world champions in the previous life.

But they are still within the scope of normal humans!

However, the Taoist priest of Xuanhua Dao may not be here.

"If you confess voluntarily, you can get rid of the charge of collusion, but there is a high risk of sudden death on the spot."

After thinking it over, Jiang Lin chose not to say anything.

Collusion is of course a capital crime, but if no one knows about it, it is not considered collusion.

Between the possibility of death and the very high probability of dying immediately, Jiang Lin felt that he was still rational.

But when Miao Chuanfu came over to say hello, his heart still beat faster.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mood, Jiang Lin walked to Old Man Wei, took a bowl of noodles from him, and then looked at Miao Chuanfu.

"Thank you for your help, sir. It's a pity that there is nothing good in the blacksmith camp."

Miao Chuanfu laughed and said, "Compared to the days in the border army, this is nothing. But you, suffering such a disaster for no reason, will it delay your work?"

As expected, the border troops were straightforward, even cold-blooded. With so many people dead, the first thing the captain-general was concerned about was the forging of weapons.

Jiang Lin said that half of the weapons supplied to the Nanling camp were of good quality, and this news had already spread.

Many soldiers were looking forward to the arrival of new weapons, hoping to get a top-grade weapon. Jiang Lin looked embarrassed and said, "You can see that the losses are quite large now, and we don't even have a place to live. The most important thing is that people are panicking, fearing that the people of Xuanhua Dao will suddenly come and cause trouble. Sir, how long will it take for this matter to be settled?"

Miao Chuanfu pointed at the bright beam of light that seemed to cover the entire world and said, "When this thing dissipates, it will be gone."

Jiang Lin looked surprised: "So you have been staying here all the time?"

"That depends on the lieutenant general. He wants me to stay here and I can't leave even if the world ends." Miao Chuanfu said.

Jiang Lin didn't ask any more questions. If Miao Chuanfu didn't leave, he would be like walking on a tightrope.

But you can't take the initiative to chase them away, because that would seem too deliberate and would be more likely to be discovered.

After finishing the meal in silence, Zhao Yankui originally planned to call some apprentices to clean up the dining tent. However, the weather was not good and it suddenly rained heavily, so he had to give up.

The blacksmith shop is still bustling with activity.

The death of more than a hundred people has an impact on everyone, but the impact is not as great as imagined.

The most important thing is that Zhao Yankui is still there. As the backbone of the Southern Blacksmith Camp, many people are relieved that he is fine.

Miao Chuanfu even came to the blacksmith shop specially for a "visit" and saw with his own eyes more than a dozen blacksmiths using the iron burned by Jiang Lin to forge high-quality weapons. He was immediately amazed.

"No wonder the lieutenant general specially asked us to come to the Southern Blacksmith Camp." Miao Chuanfu laughed and patted Jiang Lin on the shoulder: "Boy, you have this skill. Don't forget your brothers when you become successful in the future."

The soldiers who came to join in the fun looked at Jiang Lin with increasingly scorching eyes.

In their eyes, a blacksmith who can mass-produce high-quality weapons is more pleasing than a girl on a flower boat.

If Old Man Wei hadn't been here, they would have wanted to take Jiang Lin directly to the Nanling camp.

After a day passed, Jiang Lin took a look at his proficiency.

[Skill 2: Tempering Lv6 (Proficiency 4058/10000)]

The progress is pretty good. At this rate, another three or four days will be enough, and we will definitely be able to catch up with the regular test.

As for the skills of fire-making, quenching, and sharpening, they have also increased slightly, so I will not go into details here.

It was still raining heavily outside, with no sign of stopping.

"Master, I want to set up a separate place over there in the dining tent and sleep there." Jiang Lin said.

Zhao Yankui hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, there are too many people in the greenhouse anyway, and you may not be used to it. Do you need help?"

"No need. There are several beams supporting it, and there is just enough space underneath." Jiang Lin said.

Zhao Yankui didn't say anything more. In most matters, he based his decision on Jiang Lin's personal wishes.

Arriving at the ruins of the dining tent, Jiang Lin crawled under the beams. Suddenly, a vigilant voice came from inside: "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Lin sniffed. The smell of blood was stronger here. He wondered how much blood the other party had lost.

He had no sympathy at all. Instead, he hoped that this evil would die from excessive blood loss as soon as possible so that he could perhaps get some credit.

"Then shall I go out?"

There was silence for a few seconds, and before Jiang Lin could turn around, he said, "You are not allowed to leave!"

"You are so fickle." Jiang Lin has already figured out the other person's temper. He is not a bloodthirsty person, or he does not dare to kill people here at will.

He moved closer until he was out of the rain.

I couldn’t see the people inside in the darkness, only the faint fragrance lingering around my nose became stronger and stronger.

The hand that was supporting itself on the ground seemed to have touched something like a rag. Jiang Lin picked it up and took it outside, where he could vaguely see it in the moonlight.

Looks like a skirt?

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