At the edge of a small basin surrounded by mountains, the temperature had dropped below zero degrees Celsius.
The more vulnerable he was to the cold, the longer it seemed to Xiao Lin. Fortunately, he had gradually gotten used to it over the years, so he now calmly and naturally used the stone stove and pine wood to boil water and prepared to open the window.
Boiling water could cure some less serious colds, but the effect was not obvious.
However, other than drinking water, he could not find a second way to treat a cold under limited conditions.
There was a door and a window in the room.
The door was anti-theft and the window was ventilation.
However, the main function of this door was not to prevent theft. Xiao Lin only inserted a small bolt on the inside to lock the door at night to prevent wild beasts from attacking.
Under normal circumstances, he believed that he could defeat an adult wild dog or even a wolf with his bare hands.
But what if it was a demon?
Did demons really exist in this world?
He didn't believe it before, but now he did.
The shadow of the Demon Emperor still lingered in his mind. Fortunately, he had seen the Eagle King, the king of the bird race, which made him believe that even demons could be divided into good and evil.
If they were really unlucky enough to encounter demons in the wilderness, they could only pray that they were good people.
He felt that Di Sheng was not far away, so he subconsciously opened the window.
In his mind, ventilation was not the main purpose of windows. The wooden house was so old, why would they need to use windows for ventilation?
But sometimes, he would involuntarily open the window and look into the distance, first looking outside, then looking at himself, like now.
Suddenly, there was a creak, like a window that had not been opened for a long time slowly opening.
He saw fallen leaves, which were very common in this season and place.
He knew that not every tree would shed its leaves, and not every fallen tree would shed its leaves at the same time. The leaves on the same tree would fall at different times, but no matter what kind of leaves fell, they would eventually return to their roots.
Not long ago, he had heard Di Sheng say that he had a "secular world" flavor.
As for whether Di Sheng had some kind of relationship with the secular world, he had never considered this question. The Demon Emperor incident had always disturbed him and left him with lingering fear.
Fallen leaves could still return to their roots, but what about duckweed?
He felt like he was a rootless duckweed, floating with the current, never knowing where he would float to.
No relatives, no reason, no home.
His friend, Xiao Jin, once told him his story on a full moon night.
The reason why she could become friends with Xiao Jin was probably because of this story!
"I actually became an orphan a long time ago."
"Oh, you were an orphan too?"
" My father died when I was three, my mother died when I was five. I lost my way in the vast sea alone and was guided to shore by a kind fisherman…"
When he was twelve years old, he shouted at the sky from the top of the mountain,""Thank the heavens! I can survive! Thank you! Thank you!"
It was probably God's intention to compensate him. While making him an orphan, he was also given a tall and strong body.
He had a few happy moments in a long time, and each time came from the wonderful feeling he had for his body.
He originally thought that with his physical condition, he would one day be able to make great achievements in a certain field, especially in the field of craftsmen.
He even wanted to become a peerless craftsman!
In fact, even now, this ideal seemed unattainable.
At that time, he firmly believed that as long as he was alive, he would definitely have the chance to create miracles.
However, it was not that easy to survive.
His memories of his childhood were just like the devil passing through the cradle. Now, he felt that he had not left that place and was still suffering from poverty and loneliness.
Once upon a time, he had to pick up scraps on the roadside, beg at the street corner, wait at the entrance of the restaurant, and then wait for the customers to leave after eating. He looked left and right and ran to pick up some leftovers. In short, in order to survive, he had done almost everything within his power.
Xiao Lin believed him. Although he had drunk a little at that time, he looked very sober.
Xiao Lin even sympathized with him and thought that his experience was actually not much different from his.
Orphans, blacksmiths, and survival were their main similarities.
Xiao Lin was born into a blacksmith family, and his ancestors had only one heir for several generations. They had been multiplying in this forest, and until now, it was impossible to verify how many generations there were.
Before his father died, he had said to him," Everything is to protect the family heirloom. Remember to stay away from the secular world and make it tainted with tacky things. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!"”
The only thing that didn't change was this dying sentence that had been passed down for countless generations.
Legend had it that Pangu used his axe to split the Chaos, and there were many extremely hard objects in it. Although the Chaos was split open, the axe's blade was already incomplete. As for the primeval black iron, it was precisely the fine objects from the gap that fell into the mortal world and took tens of thousands of years to form.
According to the famous craftsmen of the past generations, this item can cut through iron like mud and is indestructible. If used properly, it can defeat a thousand troops!
However, until today, no one could melt it and forge it into a weapon.
Xiao Lin was helpless, and so were his ancestors. He could only carry this piece of black iron that could not be forged, follow the instructions of his ancestors, and carry it carefully, hoping that a miracle would happen one day in the future.
Sometimes, he asked himself,"If I didn't have this piece of black iron, would my life have been different?"”
Maybe there was, maybe there wasn't. Maybe he had already become famous and rich, and maybe he was even worse off than he was now.
He did not think much about this question, because every time he thought about it, he would slap himself hard and ask in an extremely serious manner,"How can you not have this piece of black iron? This was the only rare treasure in history? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
There was a period of time when he would often run out of the forest alone and sit alone at the corner of the street, looking at the shadows and feeling sorry for himself. Or he would simply bury his head and ignore the disdain of most passers-by.
However, one day, he suddenly realized that he had a chance to relieve his worries.
Why?
Because of Xiao Jin.
They became friends because of their common interests. They did not need to know each other's residence, identity, or even name to become friends.
No matter who it was, there would always be some sudden changes in their lives.
Just like other things, there were good and bad changes. Some were joyful, some were sad.
In terms of relationships, love was sudden, and so was hate.
In terms of life, there were often things that could change a person's life. Whether these changes were good or bad, there were two things in common. In the process of change, there would usually be something that people would never forget.
On the night of the full moon, he sat alone under the osmanthus tree as usual, drinking with Xiao Jin.
He raised his head to look at the moon and lowered his head to look at the wine. He suddenly sighed and said,"Since I was born, you are the first soulmate I met!”
Xiao Jin didn't say anything. He just smiled, smiled slightly, and then drank it all in one gulp.
It was the same for Xiao Lin.
His father had passed away not long ago. At that time, his thoughts were still deep. The sunlight, oxygen, green leaves, and many beautiful things close to him were difficult to infect him. At the same time, he also hesitated.
Yes, this was an easy decision in the past, but now he hesitated.
However, he knew that if he hadn't had that series of strange and dangerous experiences recently, he definitely wouldn't have felt this way.
Perhaps this was fate.
Fate would usually cause people to encounter some strange things that no one could predict.
Fate often caused people to fall into some sad and ridiculous situation, leaving people with no choice at all.
He was very glad because he still had a choice to make, even though it seemed a little against his will and a little difficult.
Darksteel, Sword World, Demon Emperor, and women were the keywords of this series of experiences, especially women.
He had always been alone, a man and a piece of iron. It was as if there were only black and white in his life. It was very simple.
But now, he felt that there seemed to be a little more color in it.
Color was human.
To this woman whom he had fallen in love with at first sight, he still had the utmost respect and deep guilt.
He respected her because she was brave and fearless, because she hated evil.
The reason why she felt ashamed was that she had risked her life to protect herself. In order to protect the people she met by chance in another world, she was possessed by the Demon Emperor, which led to her physical and mental destruction and even death.
In regret, he couldn't help but mutter,"Actually, I should have left with her instead of staying here to forge. That way, she should have been able to avoid that disaster!”
At this moment, a voice came from behind."Since it's destined, how can it be avoided?”
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