C228 Ten Years of Life and Death

Yun Fei had also learned a bit about weapon forging from Han Li in Profound Heaven Sect. Han Li had only relied on his interest and knowledge of formations to figure it out himself. He only drew some special formations on some weapons and armors that he had refined to form ordinary magic treasures that could be activated with Divine Sense.

Although Han Li had deliberately refined magic treasures, he could be considered a relatively high level weapons craftsman in Net Heaven Continent. However, the theory of weapons crafting was not solid, nor was it systematic. Yun Fei only understood some basic principles of refining from him. As for the "strange" theories that Yun Fei had mentioned, Han Li had no way to explain them.

Next, Yun Fei started to ask Jin Ao for guidance from the most basic smelting. Yun Fei had read a lot of books on metallurgy in the Peking University Library, and combined them with the basic knowledge of forging artifacts in this world. Especially when he asked Jin Ao for guidance from different directions.

After Jin Ao and Yun Fei had a deep discussion, he could no longer remain calm. "Why does this young man have so many strange thoughts?" Especially when Yun Fei proposed the so-called 'molecular structure' of a material and guided Jin Ao to observe the stable 'six-square' molecular structure of the Ice Fire Yin Yang Sword from a 'microscopic' perspective. According to Yun Fei, this structure was known to be the most stable and tough structure. Jin Ao, who originally thought that he was standing at the pinnacle of refining in Net Heaven Continent, was extremely shocked. Just like those alchemists who had accepted the "molecular theory" for the first time, this magical "microscopic world" made Jin Ao addicted to it.

As the two of them discussed, the night came. A crescent moon rose to the treetop. Although the moon was not round, it was still very bright. Shui Qingyan, Ming Yuexin and the others were also used to Yun Fei's situation where once he was immersed in it, he would not ask about external things. Niu Ben set up the grill. He took out some fine wine and High-level Demon Beast meat, and a few people drank and roasted. It was also very comfortable.

"Senior Jin, let's eat something first. I can also offer you a cup of wine." The aroma of barbecued meat and wine made Yun Fei stop asking and discussing with Jin Ao. He invited Jin Ao to eat something together before continuing.

After half a day of discussion, Jin Ao had already seen this handsome face of his. The refined young man looked at him in a new light and nodded, "Alright, you're not bad. You can stay for two more days. Although you and I are not master and disciple, I also want to teach you all my experiences regarding 'artifact forging'. It can also be considered as a legacy for my path of artifact forging. "

"Thank you, Senior Jin, for your kindness. Junior will definitely promote Senior's art of refining, and not disgrace Senior's name." Yun Fei bowed deeply and said solemnly.

Yun Fei and the others were very respectful to Jin Ao, and they kept toasting to him. Jin Ao, who had been immersed in revenge and longing for his dead wife for more than ten years, also relaxed his mind. Especially the discussion about artifact forging with Yun Fei for half a day, it also made him deeply love the idea of "artifact forging." For the first time in many years, he had the urge to research and improve his artifact forging.

Ever since Jin Ao had secluded himself, he had always concealed his cultivation as a Martial Emperor and formed a habit. Therefore, when he drank, he did not use true essence to dissolve the alcohol, nor did he control himself. Not long after, he was already drunk and smoking. Perhaps the alcohol had entered his sorrows, causing him to suddenly think of his deceased wife. Carrying a wine jar, he walked towards a hillside not too far away. Sacrificing his deceased wife thousands of miles away.

The desolate Jin Ao didn't hide his emotions after getting drunk. Yun Fei and the others could faintly hear the sound of sobbing. Looking at this old man who was infatuated with his deceased wife, they felt sad and secretly shed tears.

Yun Fei thought of a poem written by Song Dynasty's great scholar, Su Shi, to commemorate his dead wife. It was a poem written by Jiang Chengzi. ) :

Ten years of life and death is boundless.

Without thinking, he would never forget it.

Thousands of li of a lonely grave, there were no words to speak of.

Even if they didn't know each other,

his face was covered in dust, and his hair was as white as snow.

The night came and the night came, and the night came and went.

He was combing his makeup at the window of the small pavilion.

They looked at each other in silence, with only tears flowing down their faces.

It made up the part where her intestines were broken every year.

It was a moonlit night, short pine trees.

Yun Fei whispered to her in a low voice, and Shui Qingyan and Ming Yuexin listened by the side with teary eyes. They could not help but sob in a low voice. This poem was too touching. It corresponded to Jin Ao's experience and infatuation, making people feel sad and heartbroken.

Shui Qingyan, who was more talented than others, took out the seven-string zither from the Space Ring. Based on the carelessness of the lyrics, she immediately composed a song. The beautiful sound of the guqin, the cool song, the sad tone, and the sad song carried the sad and beautiful Jiangcheng Zi. Along with the cool breeze of the next month, it sprinkled onto the quiet mountain village. It also drifted towards Jin Ao, who was mourning his deceased wife.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless." This sentence from the beginning had caused Jin Ao to deeply sigh in his heart for a long time. It burst forth from the bottom of his heart. It was an extreme sorrow. It had been ten years since his deceased wife left him. He had been thinking about her all the time. Furthermore, his longing grew deeper and deeper as time passed. Even though he wanted to, he was separated by life and death, and he was unable to see her. "The word 'boundless' carried an indescribable feeling of emptiness and desolation. "The 'boundless' even included the loneliness and desolation of his wife beneath the nine springs. When they were alive, they knew how deep they loved each other, and when they died, they would carve their hearts into their bones. As well as the pain of longing and not being able to see each other, it made Jin Ao sad and sad. Tears fell like rain.

"I won't think about it. I'll never forget it." It also caused Jin Ao to be filled with countless thoughts. The feelings of longing that he couldn't get rid of, which he couldn't forget, were deep and profound. He usually didn't think about it, but he would never forget it.

In order to not be disturbed by his late wife, Jin Ao stayed far away from her grave. "A thousand miles of grave, with no place to speak, is a lonely grave." Thousands of kilometers away, in seclusion. Now that he thought about it, without him by his side, his wife would be living alone in the underworld. How lonely and desolate would that be? All these years, he had been wandering around to seek revenge for his wife. Every time he thought about his wife, he would be filled with sorrow and sorrow. He could not tell his beloved wife who had fallen into a deep slumber thousands of miles away, but his lonely wife who had fallen into a deep slumber was also "with nowhere to speak of desolation."

"Even if we don't know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our hair is as white as snow." When Jin Ao heard this, he could not help covering his face and crying. How could they meet again when they were on a different path of life and death? They couldn't meet again, but hoped to see each other again. They imagined that they would meet again, but they didn't know each other. How miserable was this? Jin Ao and his wife were both cultivators. Ten years ago... Even though they were over fifty years old, one of them was still elegant and graceful while the other was enchanting and beautiful. In just a short ten years, the originally high-spirited Jin Ao was covered in dust and dust, and his hair was as white as snow. Even if they could meet, his beloved wife might not be able to recognize him when she saw his current appearance.

"Night comes and goes, dreams come and go. Little pavilion window, I'm dressing up." Jin Ao suddenly remembered that he often dreamed of his deceased wife. He had seen his beloved wife dressing up by her window in his dream countless times. He was watching and appreciating the scene with a happy mood. It was a scene of love, a beautiful relationship, and a happy life. It was as if he was within reach of her.

"We look at each other in silence, and only tears can flow in a thousand lines." They had been separated for ten years, and they missed each other to the extreme. Once they met again... There should be a thousand types of sorrow, ten thousand types of sadness, wanting to tell the other party; however, you look at me. I look at you, tears streaming down my face, but I can't even say a single word. The four eyes looked at each other, the two hearts locked, and there was nothing they could say to each other. Thousands of thoughts are contained within, and this is also the same scene in Jin Ao's dreams. When he woke up, tears streamed down his face.