Chapter Thirty-one: What I dare not think is the answer
Tong Zhihuan had an illusion in his heart. He always felt that the person in front of him was not a god.
How could a god be short of money, and how could he let a blacksmith make a sword for him? All in all, it was strange.
Tong Zhihua then asked: "Sir, are you really a god?"
Chen Changsheng saw him asking this question, so he replied: "No."
Tong Zhihuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "The more you say this, the more I believe it."
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but ask after hearing what he said: "Then tell me, how do I look like a god?"
Tong Zhihuan sighed and said, "It just doesn't look like anything, so I find it strange."
Mr. Chen smiled and touched his head and said: "It's best to pretend that I'm not something I am not. Besides, I can't be called a god with my meager skills."
Tong Zhihuan sighed in his heart, he couldn't figure out the identity of this gentleman now.
While walking, Chen Changsheng suddenly stopped.
Tong Zhihuan paused, turned around and asked, "Why did you stop, sir?"
Chen Changsheng looked into the distance.
At dusk, the sun was about to fall over the mountains, and he had a vague feeling in his heart...
Dying again.
Chen Changsheng felt a little helpless. In the past, he had controlled his emotions and tried not to feel too sorry, but this time he felt an indescribable unhappiness.
But then I thought about it, surviving for three days this time was always much better than before.
Chen Changsheng came back to his senses, looked at Tong Zhi and called out: "I'm afraid Chen can't stay any longer. Mr. Tong, can you help Cheng get the sword when he arrives?"
"Get the sword?" Tong Zhihuan thought for a moment, but felt a little embarrassed and said, "But sir..."
Chen Changsheng said: "If you don't have enough money, you can go to the City God's Temple, burn three sticks of incense and report it to the City God Statue, saying that Chen borrowed it."
Tong Zhihuan hesitated, but finally agreed.
Chen Changsheng then reminded: "Remember, after you get the sword, wrap it in cloth and don't take it out, or you can give it to the old city god directly and let him keep it for you."
After hearing this, Tong Zhihuan also took it seriously and agreed, "Don't worry, sir."
Chen Changsheng nodded and felt relieved.
He took a step forward and continued walking forward.
Tong Zhihuan asked: "Sir, are you leaving?"
"Well, I have to leave."
"oh."
Tong Zhihuan agreed and said nothing more.
There were many things he wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to ask them.
The two people came all the way to the edge of the West Bridge.
Standing at the head, Chen Changsheng looked at Tong Zhi and called out: "You should go back early. Our fate is not over yet. See you next time."
Tong Zhihuan opened his lips slightly, but saw the gentleman wave his hand, as if saying goodbye, and walked onto the West Bridge.
"Mr. Chen!"
Tong Zhi shouted.
"Um?"
Chen Changsheng turned around and looked at him.
The words came to Tong Zhi's mouth but he didn't ask them. In the end, they just turned into one sentence.
"Sir, walk slowly."
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly, nodded and continued walking forward.
In Tong Zhihuan's sight, when Mr. Chen walked onto the bridge, his figure had become illusory.
The last ray of light on the horizon dissipated.
Chen Changsheng's figure turned into bits of gravel and dissipated on the bridge with a gust of breeze.
Tong Zhihuan stared at this scene with wide eyes, and he couldn't help but feel startled.
Standing under the bridge, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
…
The sky turned completely dark.
The chirping of insects in the mountains gradually grew louder under the night, and a layer of moonlight shrouded the world.
Xuanhuang, who was standing at the gate of the temple, saw the darkness.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
As he expected, it may take a long time for Mr. to come back.
Chang Shan came to the gate of the temple and asked, "Master, is Mr. Da still coming back?"
Xuanhuang replied: "I will come back, but it will take a long time."
"long time?"
"Well, probably, about three years."
"So long!!"
Chang Shan was shocked after hearing this and asked, "What are you going to do, Mr. Da?"
Xuanhuang stretched out his hand, touched Chang Shan's head, and said with a smile: "People like Mr. always have a lot to do, so they can't stay in the mountain all the time."
Chang Shan opened his mouth. He felt a little reluctant to give up, but after hearing what the master said, he felt that it should be so.
Mr. Da should be a very busy person.
"Master."
Chang Shan said: "Does Mr. Da really know the master?"
"know."
Xuanhuang said: "Besides, your master and I are also your descendants."
Chang Shan asked: "But..."
"You think sir looks too young, don't you?"
"right."
Xuanhuang smiled and said, "Sometimes what you see is not true."
Chang Shan was puzzled and looked at his master.
However, Xuanhuang didn't say any more, turned around and returned to the Taoist temple.
Chang Shan stood alone at the door of the Taoist temple, trying to figure out the meaning of Master's words.
"Seeing may not be true? What do you mean?"
Chang Shan frowned slightly, still a little confused.
Or, in other words, he actually didn't dare to think about it.
He looked at the peach tree in the yard, and his intuition told him that maybe what he didn't dare to think of was the answer.
Chang Shan breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the bright moon above his head.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord."
…
There was a clanking sound in the blacksmith shop.
Sparks splashed into the ground.
Blacksmith Niu Er hammered the iron embryo in front of him hard, drained it of water, and put it into the furnace for burning.
He wiped away his sweat and turned to look at a bunch of hair placed aside.
Niu Er picked up the hair, smiled and said: "It's the first time I've seen this happen when I put my hair into the sword..."
But soon, he discovered something was wrong.
When the iron embryo came out of the furnace again, he tried to melt the hair into it.
But under the red iron embryo, the bunch of hair showed no sign of being burned.
"Um?"
Niu Er's eyes widened, and he rubbed his eyes again, feeling a little incredible.
He used iron pliers to clip the hair out.
It’s exactly the same, not changed at all!
"Is this hair?"
Niu Er felt a little surprised and tried again.
He started to beat it, but no matter what, he couldn't seem to get the hair into the iron.
Niu Er swallowed his saliva and muttered: "What a ghost!"
He felt that this thing was definitely not hair.
There is no hair that cannot be burnt by fire or beaten by hammers.
In the following days, he tried several times, and even burned the hair directly without using the iron.
Once he burned it for a whole day, and the hair actually came out of the stove exactly as it was.
Niu Er finally had no choice but to think of a way.
"It's better to wrap it directly in the iron embryo. You won't be able to see it anyway..."
So, Niu Er first made an iron box, put his hair in it, and then beat it to make the two iron embryos stick together, and the hair was embedded in the middle of the sword body.