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"It's such an ugly thing to say, I just came to confirm when Qiaxi can escape from your hard labor, and at the same time free me, the poor old blacksmith."

Mu Aodonggua, who came out of the corner smelling of alcohol, rubbed his big dwarf nose and defended shamelessly.

"Aren't you lazy every day? Poor old blacksmith, do you dare to say this in a bar?" I despised him even more.

"There are so many adventurers in Demon King Village, and it's a fact that I, the only blacksmith, can't handle them all." Mu Aodonggua felt guilty and quickly changed the subject.

"But according to Beja, it seems that you often goof off and drink in bars?"

"It's two different things if I'm too busy. I can't work all day long. I have to find some fun for my busy self."

"Okay, just assume I accept your nonsense. If you're not relaxing in the bar or working in the blacksmith shop, what are you doing here?"

"Just passing by."

"This is completely inconsistent with your explanation just now."

"Just now? What did I explain? Well, there's really nothing I can do about you, a brat like you." Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Mu Aodonggua rubbed his big nose and restrained his shameless expression a little.

"Actually, I really just came to confirm Qiaxi's condition. You should have seen it just now."

"What did you see?" Seeing that Mu Aiaodonggua's expression didn't seem to be deceiving, I asked curiously.

"Forget it, compared to a layman like you who has to go through so much trouble to explain what I'm doing, I'd better say it plainly. Qiaxi already has a blacksmith's heart of his own."

"The heart of a blacksmith?" I thought about it seriously and suddenly realized: "Oh, I remembered it, even if it was the thing you said you were going to find many years ago."

"Thank you for remembering it." Mu Aiaodonggua was a little surprised. Could it be that the guy in front of him was a fake?

"Because I've been thinking about looking for the Blacksmith's Heart or something like that. Isn't such a middle-of-the-road statement just an excuse for you to give the dwarf throne to that boy Tualatin?"

"You bastard, if you just want to throw the throne to that unscrupulous man, I have a thousand ways, do you need to make such an excuse?" Mu Aodonggua was furious, and his thick gray beard hanging down his chest was trembling with anger.

"..." The dignified throne has been despised to such an extent by no one except the dwarves. I guess that boy Tualatin is also desperately thinking about how to get rid of the blame. After all, the throne is given to this shameless father and son.

It was stripped down.

"Okay, just assume that I believe your nonsense again. What do you mean by what you just said? Can it be understood that Qiaxi is already very powerful?"

"So you are a layman and cannot communicate. You cannot simply think so. To explain it in words that your IQ can understand, that is, Qiaxi has broken through the bottleneck and has unlimited potential. How far can he go in the future?

It still depends on herself."

"I see." I nodded secretly. It turned out that the glow of the fire that I saw on Qiaxi just now was not my imagination.

"However, her current blacksmith's heart is just a prototype, like a weak candle, it can be easily extinguished or even broken, especially since this child is timid and timid, and has not developed enough self-confidence."

"You shouldn't be worried about Qiaxi, so you often come here to observe in secret."

"I told you I was just passing by. I'm too busy myself. Who has time to care about such an unstable little guy?" Mu Aodonggua burped, his expression haughty.

Okay, okay, I really don’t know whether to call him thick-skinned or thin-skinned. Calling him thin-skinned would make half of the Dark Continent laugh to death. Calling him thick-skinned, at this time, he is unwilling to admit that he cares about his younger generation.

Just appeared in a place like this.

"You should have heard what Qiaxi said. Why do I feel that the blacksmith's heart is not something that is too difficult to obtain? It's as simple as finding a goal for yourself and finding some value for your existence."

"I never said it was hard to find." Mu Aodonggua rolled his eyes.

"So what you mean by this is that your talent is very poor and you haven't found it even after you've been a long time?"

"I'm really going to be pissed off by you kid. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." This old guy glared at me with a fierce look that wanted to smash me away with a hammer.

"Every blacksmith has such a thing as the blacksmith's heart. The key is whether he can dig it out and use it for himself." Seeing my confused expression, Mu Aodonggua clicked his tongue and said [I know you

This stupid boy couldn't understand this impolite expression. He shook his head helplessly, glanced at it, and picked up a stone on the ground.

"Forget it, I'll open your eyes in a way that even an idiot like you can understand. Look at this stone." He weighed it a few times, then suddenly shook it hard, and the stone, which was the size of a child's fist, was

Her thick, calloused palms were crushed into powder.

"Did you see it?" He gently blew the powder on his palm. Mu Aodonggua was like a master, enigmatic and did something extraordinary.

"I see, the stone is pitiful and you are boring." I nodded without thinking.

"Asshole, I'm not asking you to pay attention to this kind of thing. I'm telling you, have you seen the strength I used to crush the stone just now?"

"It's just a stone. You're so proud that you thought you crushed a sacred artifact."

"Boy, you are deliberately going against me and not giving me a chance to continue, right? Well, you can slowly understand the heart of a blacksmith yourself." Mu Aodonggua finally found out that I was arguing with him, and he was also a ruthless person.

Corner, run away.

"Oh, wait, can't you just cooperate with me? From now on, I will just cooperate."

Mu Aodonggua shook his gray beard, probably because he didn't want to express his displeasure. It was rare that he didn't go to any lengths to further threaten the benefits. He grunted twice, and after my kind words of comfort, he finally spoke again.

"Did you see the power you used to hold the broken stone just now?"

"I see, I see, it's a natural supernatural power, rare in the world." I gave a thumbs up and started to cooperate.

"That's not what I meant." Mu Aodonggua gave up, but his expression was obviously useful, wasn't it? Dwarves are born with magical powers, and even barbarians feel inferior to them. Who has any objections?

"This is my power, it is like the heart of a blacksmith."

"The blacksmith's heart is really wonderful, so powerful, it can actually crush stones." I raised my thumbs up and almost shouted that Taijun is too tall, but he is really tall.

Then he was chased around by Mu Aodonggua with a hammer.

"The heart of a blacksmith is like this power. It is hidden in every blacksmith's heart. Anyone can possess it, but..."

Mu Aodonggua, who was foaming at the mouth, licked his dry lips and continued to try to preach to me with the fanaticism of followers of the three major cults.

"But, can you gather the power you just used to crush the stone and let it leave your body?"

"Let me think about it." After thinking for a while, I clapped my hands and used telekinesis on other stones on the ground, which was the legendary mage's hand, and easily crushed them.

"Look, we did it."

Mu Aiaodonggua: "..."

I:"……"

"Has anyone ever said that you deserve a beating?"

"You're not the first."

"Has anyone ever said that you are an atmosphere killer?"

"You're not the first."

"Very good, it seems that you are very self-aware, so just accept death." After saying that, Mu Aodonggua glared angrily, picked up the hammer and chased me for three more times.

"Okay, I probably understand. What you are trying to say is that everyone has the heart of a blacksmith, but it is very difficult to pull it out of the heart, right?"

"That's right, it's true that I, Muradin, am smart enough to explain clearly to a silly boy like you. I am simply a genius blacksmith." The old winter melon boasted shamelessly, stroking his beard and squinting his eyes to show that he was a child.

teach.

"I know a guy named Farah, a genius magical girl, who must be of the same type as you." I gave a thumbs up again and praised, vigorously.

"Who is the same kind as that kind of pervert? Bah, thinking about it makes me sick."

Mu Aodonggua vomited repeatedly as if he had some bad luck. When he and Old Man Farah pitted each other against each other in the elves, it was a wonderful thing. It is still talked about by everyone today. These two old guys have lost their moral integrity.

It has not been replenished till now.

"Then how do you find your own blacksmith's heart?" I asked curiously.

"Why do you ask so many questions? You are not a blacksmith." Mu Aodonggua replied angrily, and suddenly turned his eyes: "I am thirsty. If there is a bottle of good wine, maybe I will be willing to say a few more words."

"Take it, tell me quickly." I handed over a bottle of wine without thinking. Although I didn't want to take advantage of this short winter melon easily, I still felt a little uneasy when I saw Qiaxi's appearance and didn't inquire clearly.

"Simple, sharpen your mind and find yourself." Mu Aodonggua said leisurely after downing half the bottle in one breath and letting out a breath of alcohol.

"Do you believe that I will let you get lost in the crossroads of life to find yourself?" I shook my fists, wondering whether it would be better to beat this old winter melon into complete amnesia, or half amnesia.

"I really didn't lie to you." In a tone that didn't sound like a joke, he quickly drank the remaining half and continued, seemingly regretting that he didn't blackmail you more.

"Everyone in the world knows that as long as they are willing to work hard and work hard, even if they have no talent or are stupid, they can always achieve some achievements and at least have enough food and clothing. But look at the entire Dark Continent, how many people can do this?

Think and do, do and do with all your heart, do with your heart and wholeheartedly, wholeheartedly and carry out your whole life. Every step forward is a natural chasm. Either the will is not enough or there are too many external factors. The same is true for us blacksmiths. The end is clearly in front of us, but

If you can’t take that step, the higher the talent and the smarter the brain, the easier it is to get lost.”

"You don't want to brag about your talent and intelligence in disguise." I tilted my head half-understanding, and then looked at Mu Aodonggua suspiciously.

"This is a fact, do we still need to prove it?"

"Well, being thick-skinned is a fact and no one can refute it."

"Qiaxi's blacksmith path is not her own blacksmith path, but the inherited path. Strictly speaking, I even doubt whether she can become a qualified blacksmith. What I mean by qualified is not in terms of skills. But in the heart, follow the path that others have opened for you. Even if it is smooth sailing, if the path is life, then is this person really living his own life? Rather than copying other people's lives? What if he just wants to be a person? Ordinary blacksmiths can ignore this kind of question, but if you want to find your own blacksmith heart, you must first pass this level, otherwise you will just get lost."

"In other words, you think that Qiaxi, who inherited the giant blacksmith, would have been unable to understand his own blacksmith's heart. Is this why you are unwilling to inherit the giant blacksmith's legacy?"

"Yes, I have found my own path. As long as I find my own blacksmith's heart, I will be complete. Obtaining the inheritance of the giant blacksmith may make my skills improve by leaps and bounds, but it will also make me lose again. In the end I can’t tell whether it’s good or bad. In that case, just follow your own heart and make your choice. As for Qiaxi... Indeed, I think that after inheriting the giant blacksmith’s heritage, she has almost cut off her ability to find a blacksmith. the possibility of the heart.”

"Why didn't you tell such an important thing at that time?" Although it doesn't matter now, it still made me a little unhappy when Mu Aodonggua concealed such an important thing.

"Is it useful to say it? It will only increase Qiaxi's confusion and troubles about the future. Instead of doing this, it is better to let her accept the inheritance without knowing anything. On the contrary, there is still a glimmer of hope. You see, the result is not the same now. Is it perfect?"
To be continued...