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Zhang Tong stood in front of the forge, staring at the one-armed man. "Is it you? I can feel it."

This one-armed strong man was one of the strong men who had tortured Zhang Tong for two years. The strong man was startled at first, then quickly took two steps back. When he saw Zhang Tong's empty eyes and the wounds on his arm where the tendons of his hands and feet were cut, he suddenly felt relieved.

"it's me."

"Why are you here? This shouldn't be the case!" Zhang Tong looked at the burly man with some confusion.

"Ah Si and I were responsible for your affairs. Ah Si was beaten to death by the head of the family. I was afraid and tried to escape, but was discovered by the guards of the clan. That's why I ended up like this. I guess I deserved it!"

Zhang Tong looked at Ah San with his hollow eyes and continued, "So he was the one who saved you?"

Ah San looked a little unnatural: "Don't talk nonsense. What does this have to do with Uncle Zhu?"

Zhang Tong just looked at Ah San quietly, feeling the strong fluctuations of Ah San's aura: "Oh~ I get it. You two won't get any fire if you forge iron like this! You two go to the side, I'll show you how to do it."

Zhang Tong walked straight to the forging table as if he was in an empty place. "Iron must be burned through. You still have a black heart in you. The things you forge will not be durable. Also, this piece of iron is too small. It can't reach the level of steel forged a hundred times. You two watch me fight. I'm good at this."

Zhang Tong started to hammer vigorously as he spoke. After a while, the iron blank kept shrinking. The iron blank that could originally be made into a hatchet turned into a kitchen knife as thin as a cicada's wing.

Zhang Tong placed the kitchen knife in water to quickly quench it, then placed it in mid-air and looked at the knife with his empty eyes, as if he could really see it.

Zhang Tong quietly held the kitchen knife and kept sharpening it on the stone, and then quietly rubbed the blade lightly with his fingers.

Seeing this scene, Ah San's heart was beating fast: "I know I did something wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that. Now that it has come to this, let's give up the past."

Zhang Tong didn't say anything, but just took the kitchen knife and walked to the tent next to the forging furnace. Then he swung it lightly, and the pillar as thick as a bowl was cut off directly.

"Did you see it? Only ironware like this can be qualified ironware. What you made last night could only be a fire stick." Zhang Tong threw the kitchen knife on the forging table and wanted to leave. However, just as he was about to leave, he found that he didn't know the way at all. He could only walk back to his residence according to his memory.

Ah San suddenly shouted: "Zhang Tong! I'm sorry! I..."

Zhang Tong raised his arm slightly to interrupt Ah San's words: "If you have any questions about blacksmithing in the future, just come to me directly. I am good at this."

At this time, Zhao Yue'er finally arrived: "Zhang Tong, why are you here without following me! Oh, by the way, I forgot that you have lost your eyes. I'll find you a stick."

Zhang Tong shook his head: "I have been blind for too long, and I used to be a monk, so I can roughly sense the surrounding environment. The stick is of no use to me."

When they heard the word "monk", people around them looked at him with envy.

Zhao Yueer smiled and said, "What realm are you in then?"

Zhang Tong had a blank expression, and then he seemed to recall: "I think I'm in the Nascent Soul stage, yes, the first level of the Nascent Soul stage, eh~ that doesn't seem right, I've been blind since I was a child, who did I learn how to forge iron from?"

Zhang Tong seemed to have lost his original heart in the endless torture. At this time, he had forgotten who Zheng Qiu was. All that was left was his identity as Zhang Tong and his complicated emotions towards this world.

Zhao Yue'er's face was excited, and then she pulled Zhang Tong's arm with one hand: "Wow, you are so amazing! You must tell me about monks later. I have longed for such a life since I was a child."

Zhang Tong's whole body tensed up unconsciously, as if he thought of that inhumane month. He quickly pulled his hand back, and looked at Zhao Yue'er vigilantly with his empty eyes.

Zhao Yue'er's face changed, thinking that Zhang Tong was disdainful of him. He looked at the people around him angrily, and then found that no one present knew about his own affairs.

"Go back first! Tell me slowly."

Zhang Tong nodded slightly and just followed Zhao Yue'er quietly. He felt the changes in Zhao Yue'er's emotions. Although he didn't know what was going on, he didn't rush to ask some painful questions.

Zhang Tong sat on the bed, and Zhao Yue'er took a bowl filled with water and handed it to him.

"What is the Nascent Soul stage? How does it compare to the previous Young Master Zhao Heng?"

Zhang Tong thought carefully about his brother who had two fathers and one mother, and felt a little guilty: "Be better than him! Do you know him?"

Zhao Yueer replied in a chattering voice: "Of course, I was picked out by the branch family to serve the young master, but..."

Zhao Yue'er suddenly looked a little resentful: "But something happened later, so...so I came here."

Zhang Tong nodded. He had never really been into the family, so he couldn't understand Zhao Yue'er's situation and experience.

"This is also very nice and comfortable. This is the most comfortable place I have ever seen. By the way, where do you live?"

Zhao Yue'er looked a little resentful: "This is my home! The houses here are all self-sufficient. Just because you take care of you, I have been sleeping on the floor for a month."

Zhang Tong didn't know why, but he suddenly felt itchy all over his body and began to scratch unconsciously.

Zhao Yueer burst into tears when she saw Zhang Tong's reaction: "You are too contemptuous! I don't ask you to be grateful for taking care of you for a month, but you...you...you actually despise me so much! Get out! I don't want to see you again!"

Zhang Tong didn't understand what happened and just looked at Zhao Yue'er in confusion: "I didn't! I just... I just have some resistance to women."

"You're talking nonsense! How can a man resist a woman? I think you know about my affairs and are deliberately trying to fool me! Get out of here!"

Zhang Tong shook his head helplessly, then got up and left the hut. Zhang Tong really didn't know the terrain of the village, so he had to go back to the blacksmith shop.

"Why are you back?"

Zhang Tong sighed helplessly: "Asan, I need a house, can you help me?"

Ah San was stunned: "What can I do with just one arm?"

"Look at my eye sockets, can you see it?"

The two suddenly laughed.

The two disabled people had a certain sympathy for each other. Even though Zhang Tong's heart was full of hatred, he understood the real source, instead of putting all his hatred on an insignificant little person.

Although he had lost his spiritual power, his physical strength had not declined at all. Zhang Tong took the kitchen knife he had made and chopped trees in the woods. Seven days later, he appeared at the edge of the village.