At dusk, the setting sun shines on the horizon, seeming to cover the earth with a golden cassock.

Chenjiacun.

Located in the northeast corner of the Great Zhou Empire, it is a relatively wealthy small village famous for its production of Sumeru Stone.

The bustling crowds on the streets in the past have significantly reduced today.

Some houses even hung white silk ribbons.

In the distance, I heard someone blowing something, a low voice.

The willow tree in front of the village stretches out its branches and sways with the wind, not knowing the joys and sorrows of the world.

"Back!"

Under the willow tree.

Chen Fan stopped here and took a break. He was too exhausted from running around all the way.

For some reason, Chen Fan always had a bad feeling in his heart.

"No, we can't rest yet. Uncle Tie's injury is not optimistic."

Thinking of this, Chen Fan once again gathered his strength and walked towards Uncle Tie's house.

He must save Uncle Tie.

Soon, Chen Fan entered the village.

As soon as he entered the village, Chen Fan saw Aunt Wang, Aunt Zhang and other acquaintances.

But unusually, they did not say hello to Chen Fan.

"Xiaofan, Uncle Tie..." Someone came forward but stopped talking.

Chen Fan frowned, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

So, Chen Fan quickened his pace and headed to the blacksmith shop run by Uncle Tie's family.

Second Aunt Wang looked at Chen Fan's back, sighed, and said to herself: "Xiao Fan is also a poor person."

The others nodded and let out a long sigh.

Finally, Chen Fan came to the blacksmith shop run by Uncle Tie.

Before he even entered, Chen Fan was so excited by the scene in front of him that his body trembled slightly.

In front of the blacksmith shop.

There is a coffin painted with red paint standing horizontally, and paper money is scattered on the coffin to express condolences for the deceased.

Obviously, Chen Fan's closest relative has passed away.

He was still a step too late.

Even if you get the Sanxinmengyehua, it won't help.

"If...if I were an immortal, the bandits would not dare to attack Chenjiacun, and Uncle Tie would not die."

Chen Fan's eyes turned red, he clenched his fists, then took a deep breath, and his eyes calmed down again.

In the past thirteen years, the village has not been peaceful, and he often sees people close to him passing away.

"Xiaofan, don't be sad. Living well is the greatest respect for Uncle Tie."

Playmate Chen Hu put his hand on Chen Fan's shoulder and comforted him.

"Yes." Chen Fan did not turn his head, but nodded slightly.

"Why."

Chen Hu wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He thought for a long time before he said something else indifferently.

"Xiaofan, all of Uncle Tie's savings are kept in the blacksmith shop. According to Uncle Tie's last words, he will be buried abbreviated, just to leave some more savings for you."

After saying that, Chen Hu left, intending to leave Chen Fan alone for a while.

As the sun completely sets, the last ray of light between heaven and earth is swallowed up by darkness, and night sweeps across the entire world like a scourge.

Chen Fan did not speak, but quietly knelt in front of the coffin.

This kneeling lasted for three full hours, which was a repayment for Uncle Tie's kindness in raising him.

"Uncle, you know, I regret it very much. I regret that I hid my strength and hid, which caused you to be seriously injured."

"Originally, my strength was enough to contain five or six bandits, so we wouldn't have to fight so miserably."

"I am too cowardly. I am afraid that I will be regarded as a heretic and be suspected if I stand out, because I have always hidden my strength in the past."

"At that time, I naively thought that this time it would be like usual and you would be fine, but I was wrong."

"It was my fault that led to this result. I couldn't forgive myself, so I risked my life to go to Shiwanda Mountain to find life-saving medicine."

"I thought there was nothing wrong with hiding my strength secretly. I could secretly protect everyone, but I was wrong. I was totally wrong. It would only result in me not being qualified to go to the battlefield."

"I will inherit your blacksmith shop."

At some point, Chen Fan had arrived in front of Uncle Tie's coffin.

With a sentimental look on his face, he gently touched the coffin body with his hand, and a tear quietly dropped from the corner of his eye.

The evening breeze gently blew the wind chimes on the eaves, making a tinkling sound, like a spiritual voice mourning.

In April of the 52nd year of the Great Zhou Calendar, Chen Fan's adoptive father Chen Tie died of illness in Chenjiacun.

…

Three days have passed since Uncle Tie was buried.

period.

Chen Fan learned the name of the force that fought against Uncle Tie.

It seems to be called the Thirty-six Storm Chasers.

Chen Fan remembered it secretly.

I will find an opportunity to take revenge later.

And there is.

He went to the ancestral hall in the center of the village and prayed for condolences and blessings for the deceased in front of the shrine.

In this world, shrines are set up in everything from villages to palaces.

Because there is a natural disaster in this world called wind evil.

Wind evil will blow evil winds, eroding the spiritual power of all things, and there is even a small chance that evil spirits will appear and harm living creatures.

but.

Chen Fan has grown up and experienced hundreds of wind and evil spirits, but has never seen an evil spirit.

Wind evil will appear once every month at the end of the month.

The function of the shrine is to guard and gather spirits and resist wind evil.

Fortunately, wind evil generally does not target plants, but only animals and humanoid creatures. Otherwise, this world would have been completely barren.

Speaking of wind evil.

This month is coming to the end, and the wind evil will come soon.

"Xiaofan, can you help me forge a good spear? Should I pay with silver or Xumi stones?"

Uncle Chen opened his voice and entered the blacksmith shop in a carefree manner.

A pair of tiger eyes looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan, who was forging weapons, immediately stood up and went over to greet him.

With a smile on his face, he said: "Okay, Uncle Chen, please use Sumeru Stone. I am not short of silver."

"Okay!" Uncle Chen responded cheerfully and complained at the same time:

"I really don't know what you want this thing for. If it were a 100% pure Sumeru stone, it would be worth enough to buy our entire town, but this kind of Sumeru stone has not been available for more than ten years.

Even the 90% pure Sumeru stone I gave you is worthless because it contains impurities and the immortals don’t want it.”

Chen Fan smiled and said nothing.

After all, his golden finger can increase the purity of Sumeru Stone to 100%.

Although there is only half the probability, it is a huge profit.

After nearly ten years of accumulation.

Chen Fan already owns more than 200 100% pure Sumeru stones.

His wealth is comparable to that of an ordinary prince, or even exceeds it.

As for the wealth of the Zhou royal family, Chen Fan is a bit uncertain.

After taking this order, Chen Fan continued to forge weapons to prepare for everyone to deal with Feng Xie.

Chen Fan's one-in-a-million understanding makes him very fast in learning anything, including forging.

The weapons he forged were no worse than Uncle Tie's, and even exceeded them.

If the weapon is given one or two more benign mutations, the weapon will even exceed the category of mortal iron.

This is why the snake demon was afraid of Chen Fan's weapons in the first place.

After working until late at night, Chen Fan took a shower and began to rest.

When going to bed.

Chen Fan took out an ancient book from under his pillow, which was "The New Edition of Destiny".

He was too busy before and didn't have time to read it.
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