Chapter 41 Jellyfish Elite, Black StreetDuring the lunch break. Following the information given by the old fisherman, Song Lin found an old blacksmith at the west end of the Yulan Market. "Mineral refining?" The old blacksmith smoked his water pipe and looked Song Lin up and down. then. After taking another look at the small piece of ore he brought, he said, "Young man, private metallurgy is a serious crime, and I don't have a big tool to smelt ore. Besides..." "Master Qiu." Song Lin handed over two grass carps at the right time and said, "I heard that you and Uncle Chen are old acquaintances. I am sorry for the sudden visit. I will give you these two fish as a gift." "Hmm~ The young man is quite good at speaking nice words." Blacksmith Qiu took the fish, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "For Old Chen's sake, I will teach you a thing or two. This ore is called Jellyfish Elite, a waste ore after the jellyfish ore is mined. It contains a mixture of gold and stone, and is extremely difficult to smelt into iron." "Don't worry. Although this thing is a waste ore, it also contains a trace of water essence. I see that the ore in your hand was probably left in the water thousands of years ago. After years of vicissitudes and the moistening of running water, it has the potential to be smelted and shaped."
"If there are enough of them... we might be able to forge a superior weapon with excellent toughness. Even compared to the weapon made of jellyfish ore, it's only slightly inferior." He rubbed his hands. It indicates that there is only a slight, very small difference. Song Lin knew that it was not that simple. This tiny gap might be the distance between life and death, just like in the previous life. "really?" So he couldn't help but confirm. "Of course." Blacksmith Qiu said proudly: "Although my craftsmanship is not very good, I still have some vision. It's a pity... you have too little ore!" "Thank you Master Qiu for your guidance." Song Lin bowed. It was a rewarding trip to learn the name of this mineral. Then he said goodbye to the old blacksmith and left. "and many more!" But the blacksmith Qiu called him again. He asked, "Are you the disciple of that old Chen?" "Although Uncle Chen is unwilling to accept me, I already regard him as my own father and will definitely serve him and take care of him in his old age." Song Lin said earnestly. "it is good!" Blacksmith Qiu clapped his hands. It was unclear whether there was jealousy or envy in his eyes, and he snorted, "In that case, I will show you a way. Go to the black streets of Minjiang Prefecture and take a look. There may be the person you are looking for."
"Black Street?" Song Lin's eyes flashed and he thanked him again. "Go away, go away, I'll pretend I haven't seen you today." The old blacksmith waved his hands impatiently, limped back to the house, and only muttered something when he turned around. "This thousand-year-old jellyfish is worth a hundred gold coins. Young man, don't let others cheat you! I heard that Yu Xiong has some connections in the underworld..." crunch. The door is closed. Song Lin heard what was said just now clearly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This old friend of Uncle Chen is really interesting! "Yu Xiong..." Song Lin turned and walked towards the residence of the ship captain Yu Xiong. To the east of Yulan Market, there is a three-story house. 'Drink ha' 'Drink ha' As soon as Song Lin arrived at the door, he heard shouting in the yard, as if someone was practicing martial arts. "Excuse me, is Boss Yu here?" Song Lin knocked on the door. "coming." The gate opened and a tall man stood in front of it. It was the captain of the fleet, Yu Xiong. "Hey, it's you!" Yu Xiong was a little surprised. "Song Lin has met Boss Yu." Song Lin greeted him and handed over a piece of cake he bought at the market. Yu Xiong runs his own fleet and fish stall, so it would be inappropriate for him to deliver fish again. "You're here, so what else do you want to bring? Come in and sit down." Yu Xiong laughed heartily and welcomed Song Lin into the yard. But in the yard, a young man with a simple and honest face was seen, shirtless, hitting a wooden stake continuously. He seemed to have been practicing for a long time, his whole body was sweaty, and his left leg was wrapped in gauze, faintly oozing a hint of red. "A Shui?" Song Lin recognized the young man's identity. "Brother Song!" Lan Sanshui turned around and exclaimed in surprise. "How did you..." Song Lin glanced at his thigh bandaged with gauze.
Only a dozen days had passed, and his injuries had recovered? And he even started learning boxing from Yu Xiong. "This kid has only been gone for two days and he's already come to see me." Yu Xiong sighed and glanced at Lan Sanshui who looked hopeful, but some things were not suitable to be said in front of him. Then he tilted his head and motioned for him to practice on his own. Then he said to Song Lin: "The bite of the baby pig was too deep. Although it did not tear the flesh, it severed his blood vessels and tendons. I'm afraid he will never be able to walk normally in his life, let alone practice martial arts." "But the kid was very stubborn and kept pestering me. I refused, so he started boxing in the yard, braving the heavy rain the night before, and didn't say a word even when his wounds burst open." "I couldn't bear it, so I took him in temporarily. I just hope that after a period of study, he will give up." "I see." Song Lin couldn't help but think of a scene from his previous life, so he said, "I don't think so." "Oh? Brother Song, what do you think?" Yu Xiong turned and looked at Song Lin. He had always looked up to this young man with a noble bearing, and his attitude towards him was different from that towards Lan Sanshui. Song Lin looked at Lan Sanshui who was practicing silently. He whispered, "After going through this catastrophe, he still didn't give up learning martial arts. He is so disabled but still has a strong and optimistic character. I think... despite his disability, he might be able to achieve something in the future." “Uh…” Yu Xiong was stunned when he heard that. After a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Brother Song was probably born in a wealthy family, right?" Song Lin said: "I guess so." Yu Xiong nodded in understanding and sighed, "You don't know how difficult it is for ordinary people to practice cultivation, so you have such hope. There is a saying among the people that it is the three difficulties of practicing cultivation." "The first difficulty lies in one's physique. For those without talent or those who are born weak, even if they put in ten or a hundred times the effort, it is still difficult to achieve full Qi and blood, and a physique like the strength of a tiger or leopard." "really." Song Lin couldn't help but nod and asked curiously, "What about the second difficulty?" “The second difficulty lies in resources.” Yu Xiong sighed and said in detail, "The wealth in this world is always in the hands of a small number of people. If ordinary people want to start practicing, even if they have good roots and talents, it is very difficult to achieve anything without resources." "When I was young, I also studied under a master. I remember that my master said that I had good talent. Unfortunately... I was poor at that time! I missed the best age. After the age of 30, my blood and energy started to decline. Until now, I have not been able to step into the level of Suzaku blood." "Now my hope...can only be for the next generation." While talking. Two children ran through the yard, laughing and playing. Yu Xiong looked at them, his eyes full of warmth. "Ah."
Song Lin nodded silently. If the previous generation fails, we can only place our hopes on the next generation. How similar is this to the theory of fate? If you cannot achieve anything in this life, you can only accumulate foundation so that you can live a wonderful life in the next life. Then, through the efforts in the next life, you can break through the upper limit of your fate and accumulate a more solid foundation for the next life. Accumulation and precipitation in each life, back and forth reincarnation. Causes in previous life, results in this life. Causes in this life, results in the next life. This is not the so-called "man's fate is determined by heaven". A person's achievements in his previous life do determine the foundation of his personality and talents in this life, but that is a beginning, not an upper limit. If you don’t work hard in this life, you may have a worse life in the next life. If you achieve extraordinary things in this life, you can also break through the limits of your fate and have a bright yellow fate or a deep blue fate in the next life. The more you accumulate, the more excellent you become. Of course, some people die prematurely, and their fate is cut off. If one has a bright yellow fate in this life, he may only start with a blazing white fate in the next life. "The third difficulty is the training method." Yu Xiong didn't know what Song Lin was thinking, so he continued, "Every cultivation method is a wealth of knowledge accumulated by the wisdom and experience of generations of predecessors. Without advanced training methods, having resources and mindlessly taking supplements will only make you a fat pig!" "And those families, gangs, and sects with profound heritage can save ten or a hundred times more effort in cultivation than ordinary people. You can imagine the difference..." "Ah." Song Lin nodded again. But he said: "But I still believe that as long as ordinary people have a goal in mind, they may not be unable to break through the limits of the mundane world." In the fool’s previous life. He and Sun Er were both far inferior to Chen Guzhou, a banished immortal from heaven. But didn't the two disabled people force the governor of Minjiang to use all his tricks and become extremely embarrassed when they were in the Tengkong Tower? "Ha~~" Yu Xiong couldn't help but laugh. "If A Shui's body was intact, I still think there is a chance. But now..." He couldn't help but shook his head and didn't say anything else. "How about...we make a bet?" Song Lin suddenly said. "Bet? What to bet on?" Yu Xiong said. "I'm betting on Ah Shui's success. I'm betting on a bowl of wine." Song Lin held up a finger and said with a smile, "If in five or ten years, Ah Shui can really achieve something beyond your expectations, Boss Yu, you can buy me a bowl of wine." "how?" "A bowl of wine?" Yu Xiong was stunned for a while, and then laughed: "Okay! Let's bet on a bowl of wine! You kid, you suit my taste. No matter what happens in five or ten years, I will treat you to this bowl of wine! Hahahaha" Hearty laughter echoed in the yard.
Lan Sanshui, who was standing in front of the wooden stake, was still concentrating on practicing his boxing, as if no noise from the outside world could affect him. As a disabled person, he knew that his conditions were worse than those of ordinary people, and that he could only make up for the gap with others by working harder. "correct." Yu Xiong asked, "Brother Song, you came to visit me today. Is there something you want to ask?" "There is indeed one thing I would like to ask Boss Yu for help with." Song Lin told Yu Xiong about the difficulties he encountered, but only said that he wanted him to introduce an acquaintance in the black street to forge a weapon, and did not elaborate on the reasons and the Jellyfish Elite. It’s better not to explain some things in such detail. After all, the people who will be killed by this knife in the future are the people of the Giant Whale Gang. "This is easy to handle." Yu Xiong readily agreed. If it weren't for what he said just now, he might have hesitated for a while. But after this conversation, the relationship between the two of them was obviously much closer. otherwise. How long has Song Lin known Yu Xiongcai, and how long has he known Lan Sanshui? If he agrees to anyone's request, he would be heartless. "Thank you, Boss Yu." Song Lin clasped his hands together and a smile appeared on his face. Since leaving the Giant Whale Gang, he has met simple and kind people. He is really lucky. night. A black curtain gradually fell. Two figures wearing bamboo hats walked into an ordinary street in Minjiang Prefecture. The environment here was no different from the streets where the people of Minjiang Prefecture lived. The only strange thing was that there was no light on in the entire street. The street was pitch black. What was even more strange was that there seemed to be eyes watching them from time to time in the darkness, curious and alert, like wild animals hiding in the night. "Be careful." Yu Xiong pressed the bamboo hat on his head and whispered, "Don't make loud noises here, don't look around, and don't communicate with strangers." "it is good." Song Lin nodded silently. Da da da~~ There was a sound of footsteps. Two figures walked out of the darkness, casting three long shadows under the moonlight. Why are there three? Because one of them can no longer be considered a human being.
In the dim light, the third man was facing the ground, two iron hooks pierced his feet, and the two people in front of him pulled a dark red blood line on the ground. A pungent smell of blood hit his face. The third shadow was paved with the blood of the dead. "Stay away." Yu Xiong pulled Song Lin and quickly hid aside. The two figures ignored the two men, just cast two cold glances at them and continued walking forward. "who are they?" After the two weirdos left, Song Lin asked in a low voice. "I don't know, and don't ask. It's best not to have any curiosity in the black street, otherwise it will only hurt you." Yu Xiong warned, "Minjiang Prefecture is already a mixed bag, with many people from the underworld roaming around the three rivers. The Black Street is even more crowded with all kinds of thugs and weirdos. If you offend any one of them, you may end up as a corpse in a stinking ditch tomorrow." "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't normally come to this place so easily." "Uh-huh." Song Lin nodded repeatedly. According to his perception, the two people just now had fierce auras and should not be underestimated. Ding Ding Dang~~ There was a metallic knocking sound. "arrive." Yu Xiong stopped and stood in front of a blacksmith shop. Strangely, he did not go forward and knock on the door, but walked to the edge of the courtyard gate and gently pulled a rope. Jingle bell~~ After a while. The gate suddenly opened. A dark and rugged face, almost blending into the night, appeared. There was only a pair of eyes gleaming with light, like two bright light bulbs, staring at Song Lin and the other person. "What's the matter?" "Forge weapons." Yu Xiong lowered his voice. "Who introduced it?" "The fishmonger." "Rules, do you know?" "clear."
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