Commanding Wind and Cloud

Mo Jin even began to feel that this inexplicable virtual game is actually not useless.

It’s just that each of these nearly a hundred life skills has its own characteristics. Just looking at it with enthusiasm has already blinded my eyes, and I really can’t make a decision for a while.

At this time, the voice of the system wizard came from the bottom of my heart again.

"And my suggestion is to smelt and forge first."

"Why?"

"According to the system scan, you have great development potential in terms of strength and endurance, and forging and smelting happen to be the best way to improve these two attributes at the beginning of the game. Through them, you can raise these two attributes to over 40 in a short period of time. By then, you should be able to play the normal game."

"Wait... What do you mean, I can't play the game normally yet?" Qin Jin listened, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Yes, according to the system scan, your physical strength is far below the normal level, and you must go through exercise to be suitable for normal games."

"Physical strength is far below the normal level..." This sentence sounded a little awkward, and I recited it several times vigorously before I suddenly realized that it meant being disabled?

Motivation is really good-tempered and funny. Even though he was born with incomplete mental strength and was not suitable for becoming a magician, he still relied on his combat talent to successfully enter the Warrior Department of Oakland College. After only one month of enrollment, he was affirmed by the freshman instructor Rodriguez, calling him a promising freshman.

Unexpectedly, in this virtual game, it would be called disabled...

"I don't know if Instructor Rodriguez will be judged as disabled when he comes..." Mo Jin said as he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith's shop was a bit deserted, and there was no scene of sparks splashing and raging fire as he had imagined. The old blacksmith was leaning against the anvil and smoking a pipe, coughing once or twice, and the sound was like a bellows in the blacksmith's shop with a crackling sound.

It wasn't until he pushed open the door of the smithy that the old man opened his cloudy eyes: "I don't want to open the furnace today, so I'll come back tomorrow if I want to make something."

I bumped into a nail when I entered the door, and if I changed my previous motivation, I probably turned around and left a long time ago.

Thanks to the appearance crime incident, since this incident, I have not improved my motivation, but my face has thickened a lot. The old blacksmith ignored him, and he still had a smile on his face: "I don't do anything in the first place. I came to learn how to forge iron from you."

"Oh?" I thought I would be rejected outright, but I didn't expect that the old blacksmith's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he stopped smoking. Go learn other crafts earlier..."

"Too poor in health?" When the system elf said that his physical strength was far below the normal level, he still didn't take it seriously, but now that even the old blacksmith said that, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but he still responded quickly: "As long as you are willing to teach me, I can endure any hardship!"

"Really, since you can endure all kinds of hardships..." The old blacksmith closed his cloudy eyes again, and leaned listlessly by the anvil to smoke a cigarette. In the smog, there was a slight sound from the pipe from time to time. It took an unknown amount of time before the old blacksmith opened his eyes and pointed his pipe at a hammer in the corner: "Then bring me that hammer first."

"yes!"

Going to the corner with enthusiasm, he wanted to pick up the hammer that stood half a person tall on the ground.

Who knew that the weight of the hammer was far beyond his expectation. With the strength of a third-level fighter, it was no problem to weigh two to three hundred catties, but now that he had exhausted his whole body, he could barely lift the handle of the hammer. As for picking up the hammer as a whole, it was simply an impossible task.

Mo Jin estimated that the hammer weighed at least a thousand catties.

What is the concept of a blacksmith who strikes iron with a jackhammer?

But the aggressive character is equally stubborn, as if he knows that he is born with a mental disability, but he has never stopped meditating. He always believes that one day he will be able to feel the existence of magic elements.

He couldn't lift the heavy hammer, but it didn't mean he would give up.

I saw him clenching his teeth tightly, with blue veins on his forehead, and following a loud shout, his hands grabbing the handle of the hammer violently exerted force, only to hear a harsh sound, the hammer that weighed a thousand catties was actually dragged a few inches by him.

Can't lift it up, can't it be dragged? Although the distance of a few inches is insignificant, it is enough for motivation.

The pipe by the old blacksmith's mouth was still "clicking", but there was an imperceptible trace of approval in his cloudy eyes.

It took only a few steps to reach the corner, but it took a full two hours of energy to walk back with the heavy hammer.

What is the difference between a hammer that weighs a thousand catties and a hammer that weighs two or three hundred catties? In these two hours of experience, I have gained a deep understanding of motivation.

After taking the last step, the whole body was exhausted. It felt like when instructor Rodriguez made himself run fifty laps around the college when he first entered Oakland College. The last trace of strength in his body seemed to be drained. All he could see was a flash of colorful light in front of his eyes.

Sitting on the ground, he stretched his legs weakly and gasped heavily. It seems that none of the blacksmiths in Oakland can use such a hammer to forge iron. I don't know if the city is too small, or there is no blacksmith in this world who uses a hammer of this weight.

I don't know how long it took before the old blacksmith slowly put down the pipe in his hand.

"From today onwards, you are my old Blake's apprentice." After saying this, the old blacksmith bent down and picked up the heavy hammer. It took two hours to drag the hammer from the corner of the wall, but it was so handy in the old blacksmith's hands. His wrist was shaking again and again, as if he was holding a feather duster instead of a heavy hammer that could smash people into meat paste with one hammer.

He casually picked up a piece of pig iron from the anvil and threw it into the furnace: "Fire."

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