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

Chapter 90 Is He the Reincarnation of the Ancestor?
Everyone only sees Master Zhao's hot temper and superb skills, but few can truly get into his heart.

Not even his proud disciple could do that.

At least Zhao Yankui never told Jiang Lin about anything at home, perhaps because he felt it was not proper for a grown man to talk about gratitude and resentment all the time.

Jiang Lin was silent. This was the second person he knew with a tragic life story besides Old Man Wei.

Blacksmith Qi took a sip of wine, burped, and looked a little drunk.

After exhaling a strong breath of alcohol, he laughed and said, "Actually, in this world, no one is more miserable than anyone else. Most of the people who come to the blacksmith camp are miserable people. In this world, it is not easy to survive, and it is even more difficult to live well. You, kid, are lucky."

Jiang Lin didn't know whether he should agree or refute.

My parents are still alive, and I have an older sister. Now I have established myself in the blacksmith camp. I can really be said to be lucky.

However, can I still tell fortunes if I used to have a better life but came back from the dead to this awe-inspiring world?
Shaking his head slightly, Jiang Lin did not argue with the blacksmith Qi. He just wrapped the silver given by Zhao Yankui in a piece of cloth and handed it to the old man Wei.

"Keep it with you first. When the Construction Department finishes building the house, you can take it out and buy more belongings." Jiang Lin said.

Old Man Wei took the silver very readily, put it in his arms and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"There's no rush for now." Jiang Lin shook his head. He didn't have much affection for that home, so it didn't matter whether he went back or not.

My master will have to leave the blacksmith camp in a few days to become his assistant foreman. If I leave at this moment, I'm afraid Blacksmith Qi may not be able to keep the situation under control.

With one Tiger Soul Pill and nine Qi and Blood Pills in hand, it would be better to break through first and wait until the situation in the South Blacksmith Camp stabilizes.

"It's not peaceful outside. If you want to go back, you can ask Liao Mingxu to give you a ride." Old man Wei rarely said a few more words.

Jiang Lin smiled, raised his arm and patted his elbow, which was thicker than an average person's thigh. "With my physique, I'm afraid few people would be so blind as to cause trouble."

"It's hard to say." said Old Man Wei.

How could anyone who had never been out of the Blacksmith Camp know how dangerous the outside world was?

After years of war, Daqian has become a powerful country with an alarming abundance of martial virtues. Ordinary people can fight with a few punches and kicks, and many of them cannot survive and go to the mountains to become bandits.

It can be said to be a chaotic time, but it is also a prosperous time, and it does have some meaning, which is strange.

Jiang Lin took out the Tiger Soul Pill from his pocket and asked, "How do I use this thing? Is it the same as the Qi and Blood Pill?"

Old Man Wei said: "Tiger Soul Pill absorbs Qi and blood to strengthen the spirit, and then feeds back to the body. It needs to be supplemented by Qi and Blood Pill, otherwise your life will be in danger."

Jiang Lin was startled when he heard this, and then cold sweat broke out on his vest.

It turned out that the Tiger Soul Pill was not what he had imagined. It was only one grade higher than the Qi and Blood Pill, but the effects were surprisingly different.

If I hadn't asked Old Man Wei for advice and had just soaked it in water and used it, I'm afraid something bad would have happened!
So dangerous, so dangerous...

"Are those nine Qi and Blood Pills enough?" Jiang Lin asked as he took out the bag.

"Too many." Old Man Wei looked at Jiang Lin and said, "Although you are stronger than ordinary people, four is enough."

Jiang Lin nodded, turned around and saw a group of blacksmiths who were all drunk. He guessed that even if he had a breakthrough, not many people would pay too much attention to him.

Now was a good opportunity, so he called Old Man Wei and asked him to bring water in a donkey cart and boil it in the blacksmith shop.

Qi and Blood Pills still require the assistance of herbs, but Tiger Soul Pills do not.

Following Old Man Wei's instructions, he threw four Qi and Blood Pills into the bucket to dissolve them, and Jiang Lin jumped directly in.

You must absorb the Qi and Blood Pill first, then you can withstand the effect of the Tiger Soul Pill absorbing Qi and blood, strengthening your spirit and feeding back to yourself.

While Jiang Lin was preparing to break through himself, a group of blacksmiths in the East Blacksmith Camp were gathered together discussing.

"Select the best? They in the Southern Blacksmith Camp really take themselves seriously. It's not like you have to go." A blacksmith said disdainfully.

"But if we go there, we'll get high-quality ironware. This is a good opportunity."

"You said it as if everyone can have it. Didn't you hear Master Liu say that only the top ten can have it?" "I may not be in the top ten. Besides, now only the top ten can have it. Maybe everyone can have it in the future?"

"Dream on. How can such a good thing happen to you?"

The group was discussing so heatedly that they didn't even notice Yuan Bingqi approaching.

Hearing their conversation, Yuan Bingqi asked, "What do you mean by top ten and quality ironware? What's going on in the Southern Blacksmith Camp?"

"Hey, Master Yuan!" The blacksmiths hurriedly greeted him and then explained that the South Blacksmith Camp was planning to expand and recruit people.

Yuan Bingqi was a little stunned after listening to this. Although he could use the Hundred Refining Method to forge ordinary iron into high-quality ironware, it was time-consuming, laborious and thankless.

Unless there are special circumstances, he himself is unwilling to do this.

How could the Southern Blacksmith Camp casually take out ten sets of low-quality ironware to recruit people?

"Where did they get so many high-quality ironware?" Yuan Bingqi asked.

"Master Yuan doesn't know yet? It's the apprentice named Jiang Lin. No, it should be Master Jiang now. I heard from the people in the Southern Blacksmith Camp that Master Jiang can make the ironware up to standard by re-forging and hammering it."

"Speaking of which, Master Jiang's fire-making skills are truly amazing. One person fired five furnaces and used fifteen pieces of iron, and he was able to make a lower-eighth-grade weapon. He is truly a god!"

The so-called speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

These words suddenly touched Yuan Bingqi's heart. A light bulb went off in his mind, and he seemed to have grasped something.

After returning from the test field, he kept thinking about what Zhao Yankui said, you didn’t lose to me, but you lost to me again.

Before this, he had never been able to figure out what this sentence meant, but now, after hearing the conversation between the other blacksmiths, another sentence Zhao Yankui had said came to his mind again.

"Because it was Jiang Lin who started the fire."

That smiling face with a smug and boastful look on it gradually became clearer in my memory.

Yuan Bingqi suddenly realized, light the fire, lower eight level, fifteen people, fifteen pieces of iron...

All of this has to do with that name.

Jiang Lin!

You didn't lose to me, you were talking about skills.

But he lost to me again, I'm talking about the apprentice.

"So in terms of skills, Zhao Yankui believes that he has not been able to beat me. But in terms of accepting disciples, I lost to him."

The more Yuan Bingqi thought about it, the more he understood. The more he understood, the tighter he clenched his fists.

His whole face was flushed red and his eyes were bloodshot.

After all the hard work, I didn’t lose to my biggest competitor, but lost to an apprentice?

Yuan Bingqi didn't feel ashamed, he just felt aggrieved...

So frustrating!

With his fist clenched, the master craftsman from the Eastern Blacksmith Camp turned and left.

Others didn't understand what he meant and asked quickly, "Master Yuan, what are you doing?"

"Why go?"

Yuan Bingqi did not pause, gritting his teeth and said, "I want to go and see what kind of fire is burning that can easily allow someone to use a lower-eighth-grade weapon! Could he be the reincarnation of our ancestor?"

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