Metropolitan Super Deity

The blacksmith has no other hobbies. He doesn't smoke or drink. He works hard and looks handsome.

But unfortunately, he likes to fight with swords.

After working every day, when the sun sets and the moon rises, he starts to light his old stove and keeps making a long sword that looks bronze.

The long sword looked simple in shape, maybe an antique, but it had been smashed by him long ago.

He didn't use a hammer, but used a square piece of iron to hammer it over and over again.

The hobby itself was nothing, but he would do it all night long at a time, and would not stop until ten o'clock the next day, and then continued to mend pots and pans for the neighbors in exchange for some pocket money.

It was rumored that he stayed up all day and all night, and it was also rumored that the ancient bronze sword often emitted bursts of extremely strange whines.

Such strange things have caused a lot of gossip, and some aunts even rumored that he was a man-eating monster.

Because of this, his marriage has no clue.

On the other hand, Qian Xiaoqin, the pretty widow across from him, and her daughter Yingzi have always been on good terms with the blacksmith.

There have been rumors among the neighbors that the blacksmith and Qian Xiaoqin had an affair, but whenever someone teased him, he always smiled and said nothing.

As time went by, everyone became more curious about his story.

It was almost noon that day, and the pretty widow Qian Xiaoqin walked out of the shop, came to the door of the blacksmith shop, and stuffed a bag of soft Chinese into the man's hand.

Ling Fei, take this cigarette.

Sister-in-law, is this...?

There was a wedding in my hometown yesterday, and they gave it to me when I paid the bill. We are the only two in our family, so I gave it to you after thinking about it.

Then I'll give you money.

Come on, the two yuan you paid for blacksmithing is not enough for me to buy half a bowl of wontons. I tell you, why don't you close this blacksmith shop? Your income is not high and you are tired to death. What are you trying to do?

Ling Fei just laughed.

He opened this small blacksmith shop just to understand life and help himself become a god. If he really wanted to make money, would he still care about running his own business?

Qian Xiaoqin naturally didn't know this. Seeing Ling Fei just chuckle, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. That touch of amorous feelings was so charming that if it were any other man, he would probably be distracted and even couldn't help the mania in his heart. Go up.

But for Ling Fei, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, he turned a blind eye and calmly tore open the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette and lit it.

For his ignorance, Qian Xiaoqin's face showed a trace of resentment.

She looked at the already smashed sword in the charcoal fire, couldn't help but frowned and said:

You are still fighting with this sword. Do you know that your reputation has been ruined because of this sword? Those old ladies all call you a man-eating monster.

They say what's theirs and I do what's mine. There's no connection whatsoever.

You, if you are so stubborn, you will suffer a loss sooner or later. Be careful not to find a wife in the future.

Let's not talk about it anymore. Your pot, here, has just been repaired.

Ling Fei carried a small pot for cooking porridge and handed it to Qian Xiaoqin. Qian Xiaoqin pushed it away gently.

I'll leave it here for you first. I'll get it when I get back. Now I'm going to the farmer's market to buy some goods. I'm out of ingredients. Yingzi comes back from school at noon and asks her to place some dumplings for you two to eat. Don't wait for me.

Yeah. Slow down on the road.

Ling Fei took a puff of his cigarette and said goodbye to the pretty widow.

Qian Xiaoqin twisted her waist, rode on her electric bike, and left quickly. Her charming back made several other store owners couldn't help but take a second look and swallowed hard.

Ling Fei finished smoking, threw the cigarette butt into the stove, and started playing sword fighting again.

The one who wields the sword is a good thing, a divine weapon, the Fantian Seal. The sword that was beaten was not too bad, it was a semi-sacred weapon, yes, it was the Xuanyuan Holy Sword.

Ling Fei asked him to recognize his master and told him both good and bad things, but he just didn't stop.

There was no other way, Ling Fei could only use the simplest and crudest method to beat it severely, and beat it day and night!

Because the Holy Sword of Xuanyuan is a truly top-notch immortal weapon, a perfect heaven-level immortal weapon, and the most likely to become a divine weapon.

It has its own dignity.

But unfortunately, Ling Fei is also terribly stubborn.

He swore that unless he succeeded in transforming into a god, he would beat Xuanyuan Holy Sword every day.

After a while, school was over at Wanghai No. 7 Middle School on the street. A pretty little girl came skipping from the school gate.

Brother Lingfei, are you playing swordsmanship again?

Um.

My mother didn't tell you?

I told you, but she went to the farmer's market and asked me to take care of you at noon.

Oh, then I want to eat fried instant noodles for lunch.

Ling Fei frowned slightly.

When you go to school, you need nutrition. How can you always eat instant noodles? Besides, if you eat too much, you will become malnourished and your face will be yellow and your muscles will be thin.

I'm not afraid. I'm so naturally beautiful that I can't give up on myself! My classmates call me Little Reba of Wanghai No. 7 Middle School.

Ling Fei shook his head.

Okay, but it can only happen once, not next time.

Oh yeah, I love you so much. I'm going to do my homework.

Yingzi jumped away and left. Ling Fei shook his head helplessly, let out a long sigh of relief, and smashed the Fantian Seal on the Xuanyuan Holy Sword, and the Xuanyuan Holy Sword let out a sad cry.

The Fantian Seal is a divine weapon, and with it pressing down on the Holy Sword of Xuanyuan, the Holy Sword of Xuanyuan cannot escape even if it wants to.

Lingfei wiped his hands, walked to the wonton restaurant opposite, entered the kitchen and started cooking.

The way to become a god is to experience the life of ordinary humans. As the saying goes, the opposite of a mortal is a god.

By experiencing the life of ordinary people, eating, drinking and eating like ordinary people, making money and working like ordinary people, interacting with people like ordinary people...

He hides his own strength and acts like a mortal in everything. Finally, from this ordinary life, he realizes the extraordinary of being a god.

If things go on like this, you will eventually be able to achieve an extraordinary state of becoming a god!

Ling Fei had just finished washing the vegetables when there was a noise outside the door.

Where's the boss, come out and hurry up.

Ling Fei couldn't help but frown slightly. He walked out of the kitchen and saw a few boys wearing killer suits walking in. He couldn't help but feel a little confused.

What? What's the matter?

Several boys walked over casually, glanced at Ling Fei, and said:

What are you doing? Of course there is a fee. Is it time for you to pay the stall fee for this month?

Ling Fei put his hands in his pockets and said with a cold face:

Didn't I just hand it in a few days ago? Why, are you asking for it again?

Our boss recently invested in a small business, and money is a bit tight. This is for next month, so collect it in advance. Don't talk nonsense, hurry up.

Ling Fei sneered.

I only earn so much money in a month. I asked you to take it away. Do you want some face? Do you want any money? I'll give you some face and leave smoothly.

Fuck, you dare to tell me to get out?