Like the neighbors around me, I get up in the morning to open the shop and rest at night, living a leisurely life.
I would drink a pot of old wine from time to time, and after drinking until I was slightly tipsy, I would lie on the bed and fall asleep.
No one knew that this young man who smiled all day long was actually a powerful god from another world.
Not to mention that no one would know that this shop owner, who walks, sits and sleeps with a lazy expression, is repairing a magical and special mental world every moment.
The sound of forging iron in the blacksmith shop can be heard every day, and the quality of the weapons being forged is getting better and better.
If a knowledgeable monk sees it, he will find that these weapons are tempered by Yin fire and have a special magical effect.
Although it is not too powerful, it is far superior to ordinary weapons and can cause a certain amount of damage to the soul.
The key is that the price is not high and absolutely worth the money.
One day, a warrior accidentally passed by the blacksmith shop and was attracted by one of the single swords.
After bargaining with Tang Zhen, he bought the knife and went back happily to show off to his companions.
After some time, the warrior appeared again, accompanied by several tough-looking companions.
After they came to the blacksmith shop, they took out a large amount of official money and asked to customize a batch of weapons.
When business came to my door, there was no reason to push it out, so Tang Zhen accepted it with a smile.
"After ten days, you can come and pick up the goods."
After seeing off the warriors, Tang Zhen turned back to the blacksmithing place and looked at the blacksmith at work.
A trace of flame floated out from the furnace, which was continuously absorbed by the blacksmith, and then hit the iron ingot through the hammer.
Every knock is a cycle of practice. Amidst the clanging sound, the blacksmith's body becomes more solid.
"I've received another business, all the requirements are here. I'll pick up the goods in ten days."
Tang Zhen was like a real shop owner, handing over the business and then leisurely pouring a bowl of old wine.
"It tastes wrong, it's sour."
Tang Zhen sighed softly, as if he missed the wine in the storage equipment, and then poured the wine in the bowl onto the stove.
The wine condensed but did not disperse. After falling into the stove, a large ball of flame burst out and splashed.
The blacksmith was caught off guard and suddenly inhaled a large ball of flames, and his body instantly turned into a red human-shaped lantern.
Its body kept shaking, as if it was suffering from severe pain, and wisps of flames kept shooting out of its body.
At this moment, the blacksmith's appearance seemed to be burning, like a large torch.
"Looking at your current cultivation level, you should be able to withstand higher-intensity training instead of wasting time tepidly.
Of course, the choice is yours. If you can't bear it, don't force it.
The jug is right next to it, you can do it yourself."
After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he went back outside.
The hammer continued to strike, and the flames in his body were finally released. The blacksmith felt as if he had narrowly escaped death.
The red piece of iron shone with silver light when struck, exuding a strange cold aura.
It was originally a piece of ordinary iron, but now it has become a treasure in the world of spiritual practice. It is simply a means of turning stone into gold.
Looking at Tang Zhen's back, the blacksmith picked up the wine bottle and took a sip without any hesitation.
Then he aimed it at the stove and sprayed it directly.
"boom!"
In the dim blacksmith shop, a fire suddenly flickered, followed by a steady tapping sound.
"This guy is quite interesting."
Tang Zhen wandered back to the front of the shop, secretly wondering if he was adding a servant?
What is certain is that after the reputation of the blacksmith shop spreads, the business will definitely get better and better.
When the blacksmith works all day long, who will cook, boil water, and clean the house?
"Hey, it looks like I have to go out of the city myself and find a servant to come back with!"
Tang Zhen shook his head, stood up, closed the store door, and walked slowly out of the city.
One's own servants must be justified in all aspects, otherwise wouldn't they lose face?
As for why I left the city, it was because the city was very clean and there were only hordes of wild ghosts outside the city.
Tang Zhen's behavior may seem strange, but in fact it is just right.
Since you want to hide yourself and remove your divinity, you naturally have to blend into this world of mortals.
If you still practice hard and work hard, and always look at worldly affairs with transcendent sunshine, what is the difference between you and ordinary monks?
During this process, Tang Zhen was still practicing the secret skills of the Island of Destiny, slowly integrating himself with this world.
If you observe carefully, you will find that some of Tang Zhen's methods are very similar to those of Destiny Child.
In this case, it might not be easy for the enemy to find him.
Whether it was recuperating and taking refuge, or whether it was improving his strength, Tang Zhen didn't take it to heart at all, but chose to let nature take its course.
His realm is right there, and he doesn't need anyone's guidance on how to practice. He knows that this is the best attitude towards cultivation.
Walking all the way to the city gate, I happened to see two men and a woman riding horses, exuding the aura of monks.
Judging from their clothes, they were obviously members of the public family. The badge of "Zhen Fu Si" hanging on their waist was a very common magic weapon.
Naturally, Tang Zhen wouldn't care about a few monks who could be killed by blowing his breath, but in his current role, he would need to pay more attention.
After all, he is now keeping ghosts as his servants, and these monks from the Sovereign Division are responsible for handling similar matters.
"Don't ever find me..."
Looking at the retreating figures of the three monks, Tang Zhen muttered to himself, with a pensive expression on his face.
"Otherwise, you will die miserably."
After leaving the city gate, Tang Zhen followed a secluded path and headed straight for a dense forest.
It didn't take long for a large dilapidated building to appear, giving off a somewhat gloomy look under the shadow of the trees.
"Here we are, right here."
Tang Zhen looked at the large group of houses in front of him, nodded slightly, and was about to move forward.
"Young man, where are you going?"
There was a sound in his ears, and a woodcutter who was chopping wood appeared and shouted loudly to Tang Zhen.
"Me, I want to go to that village."
Tang Zhen pointed to the building in front and said with a smile on his face.
"You can't go, you can't go. It's a gate of hell. I don't know how many lives have been swallowed up over the years!"
The old woodcutter's expression changed drastically and he shouted a warning, fearing that Tang Zhen would not listen to the advice.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Tang Zhen shook his head, as if he didn't care, which made the old woodcutter sigh in anger.
"That's all, if you insist on dying, I can't stop you.
There is something special about this woodchopping knife, so I will give it to you, maybe I can protect your name."
The old woodcutter threw a knife to Tang Zhen, then shook his head and sighed, and slowly disappeared into the woods.
"This old ghost is quite interesting."
Tang Zhen looked at the hatchet in his hand, stretched out his hand and shook it gently, and it immediately turned into a paper weapon.
"It is indeed of some use, but unfortunately I can't use it, but I will remember this sentiment."
Throwing away the paper hatchet, Tang Zhen walked towards the abandoned village ahead with unhurried steps.
Not long after entering the abandoned village, the surrounding scenery became blurry, and suddenly a road appeared in front of us.
There were fields on both sides of the road, and pedestrians kept appearing, and the day gradually turned into night.
Under the big trees at the end of the road, there are stalls everywhere, where men, women and children are selling goods.
After seeing Tang Zhen, they looked over at the same time and kept waving to him to come and buy goods.
Tang Zhenli ignored it and continued to move forward, going straight to a huge ancient tree.
Under the tree stands a three-story wooden building, located in the darkness formed by the tree canopy, covered with various lanterns.
As you get closer, you can hear women's delicate laughter constantly coming out, and there are disheveled men and women playing wantonly at the door.
"This uncle is here to find the girl you like. She has been waiting for you till her eyes are full."
When the old bustard saw Tang Zhen, he smiled strangely and said in a cooing voice.