I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 6 Mysterious Airflow
Someone offered to give Zhang Chen weapons and equipment, so there was no reason for him to refuse. However, Zhang Chen was a little worried that these weapons and equipment would cause trouble.

Knives were especially strictly controlled in the backward farming civilization. If the government found them, they would lose their heads. But if you had an extra knife for self-defense, you could walk further in the mountains in the future, and you would have the confidence to resist wolves and tigers when you met them.

"Take them all! With these things, you can hunt bigger prey." Blacksmith Cui patted the box with a smile.

Zhang Chen was not polite when he heard this. He put the knife directly into the basket behind him, and then carefully wrapped the dozen arrowheads with his clothes. He raised his head and looked at Cui the blacksmith seriously: "Uncle Cui, there is one thing I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

"What's the matter? Given our friendship, you just need to come over." Blacksmith Cui said with a smile.

"Swords are contraband. I don't know how many swords the other party has invited you to make. If something bad happens in the future, I'm afraid your customer will kill to silence you." Zhang Chen said in a low voice.

In fact, Zhang Chen's question was unnecessary. He knew that the swords must be made in large quantities, otherwise how would Cui the blacksmith have the opportunity to withhold iron ore to make long swords and arrowheads for himself.

"Do you think I don't know the danger?" Cui the blacksmith said with a wry smile, "You don't think a country blacksmith like me would have the chance to refuse, do you?"

Zhang Chen's heart sank when he heard this. Sure enough, the worst situation had happened.

"The arrowhead is too eye-catching. It is better to melt it into iron beads and then make a powerful slingshot." Zhang Chen looked at the arrow in his hand, a little afraid of causing trouble. He put the sharp arrow down and looked up at Cui the blacksmith: "It is enough to use the marbles to shoot some deer, pheasants and rabbits. As for hunting those jackals and tigers, we still have to rely on traps."

Upon hearing this, Cui the blacksmith looked at Zhang Chen with a smile on his face. "You are still so cautious, kid. I will make it for you tonight. You can come to me tomorrow. But you have to figure out the elastic band of the slingshot yourself. It is not easy to find a slingshot band that can eject iron balls."

"Give me the slingshot belt, I will naturally find a way to solve the problem. Also, please prepare some wire for me. The hunting traps in the mountains consume too much wire. Please also prepare a few iron pipes for me." Zhang Chen seemed to have thought of something and said to Cui the blacksmith.

Cui the blacksmith nodded when he heard this: "It's not difficult, we can just put it on the bill when the time comes."

Zhang Chen said goodbye to the blacksmith Cui, but a gloom rose in his heart. It was definitely not a good sign that someone came to the blacksmith to forge weapons for no reason.

"Is someone planning to rebel?" Zhang Chen muttered to himself as he walked in the night.

Unfortunately, he had never been out of the village and had no idea about the world. He was a typical country kid and had no idea what the current situation in the world was like. However, he was already alert and always felt that the world outside was not peaceful.

Zhang Chen returned to the house in a low-key manner and closed the doors and windows. He did not light the oil lamp, but took out the long sword in the moonlight and looked at it in his hand:

"It's a bit like the Xiuchun Knife of later generations. The blade is very thick, and its main feature is that it is strong and durable. But from my point of view, Cui the blacksmith's craftsmanship is not bad, but he didn't do any heat treatment, so it's a little bit worse. It's just an ordinary iron knife, not processed into a steel knife! But it's enough for me for now. I just need to heat treat it, and it can also improve the performance of the iron knife."

Zhang Chen stroked the iron knife. The knife had been opened and was flashing with an icy luster, with a hint of murderous intent.

Zhang Chen tore off a piece of cloth, carefully wrapped the iron knife, and then put it into a backpack beside him. He did not dare to let the villagers see the iron knife, as someone would definitely report it and he was afraid that his life would be in danger.

During the bureaucratic era, the control over weapons such as swords and guns was extremely strict. Even the officials in the yamen only used iron rulers. It was common to see no weapons except in military camps.

Zhang Chen bandaged his weapon. At this time, the smell of fragrant clay pot rice came from next door. Zhang Chen couldn't help but frown. He felt quite uncomfortable. After all, it would be strange for him to be happy when the man and the beast next door were enjoying the fruits of his labor.

“I just don’t know how much my second-order divine light can restrain the vixen.” Zhang Chen approached the wall, took out a small brush made of rabbit hair, and gently brushed the crack in the wall. Soon a crack appeared in front of him, and a faint light was projected over, illuminating the dark room.

Zhang Chen lay down at the gap and looked over. He saw Zhang Chen sitting in front of the table reading a book. The fox spirit was standing on the table, shaking its head and seemed to be intoxicated by the book. Zhang Chen looked at the man and the fox, and listened to the recitation in his ears. It was a classic that he had never heard of. Unfortunately, it did not bring him any skills.

"If I hadn't hunted a rare sparrow eagle back then, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to use the sparrow eagle to please the teacher, be accepted as a disciple by the teacher, and thus have the opportunity to study." Zhang Chen muttered to himself as he lay in front of the crack in the wall. He originally wanted to use the sparrow eagle for himself, but it was snatched away by the vixen next door.

"You damn vixen, sooner or later I will make you pay the price." Zhang Chen cursed in his heart, his mind filled with indignation.

As for the conflict between him and the boy next door, it was not only because of the vixen, but more because there had been conflicts between the two sides for a long time.

"Huh~"

At this moment, Zhang Chen, who was peeping, suddenly found something unusual from the past. He saw the golden light from her abdomen suddenly burst into her eyes. Then the vixen in front of Zhang Chen suddenly became blurry and there was a layer of green airflow around her body.

The green airflow was like a gauze dress, draped over the vixen's body, making her look particularly eye-catching.

"Is that... air?" Zhang Chen looked at the green airflow and said thoughtfully after a long time.

He went to see Zhang Chen, but found that Zhang Chen had a mortal body and there was no energy flashing on his body.

"My eyes can see this energy. Is it demonic energy? Or some other energy? Or is it only directed at all animals?" Zhang Chen was surprised. He seemed to have discovered something new in his trance.

I lowered my head to look at my hands, and could vaguely see a golden airflow flowing under my skin. The airflow was bright and clear like the sun, completely different from the fox spirit's airflow.

"I understand. That airflow represents a strange power. As long as you master the strange power, there will be airflow accompanying you. Zhang Chen is just an ordinary scholar, so of course there will be no airflow surrounding him." Zhang Chen had a speculation in his mind and temporarily decided on his theory.

After listening to Zhang Chen reading the scriptures for a quarter of an hour, and seeing no new skills emerging, Zhang Chen carefully sealed the hole with sand, and then began to prepare dinner. Zhang Chen's dinner was relatively simple, just barbecue. After eating and drinking, he took a hot bath and lay on the bed to sleep, thinking about his Dharma Eye.

The next morning, Zhang Chen packed up his equipment and went into the mountains to hunt early. If he went too late, the prey in the trap would be picked up by the small animals in the mountains.

However, Zhang Chen's body was still young, and was in the period of growth and development and was sleepy. When he woke up in the morning, he began to gnaw on the leftover barbecue from last night in a daze.

"Zhang Chen, it's time to go hunting in the mountains!"

Just when Zhang Chen was in a daze, suddenly a familiar voice came from outside the door. It was Wang Wu, a hunter in the village.

Zhang Chen was startled and quickly got up: "I'm here."

Zhang Chen, holding a piece of meat in his mouth, responded vaguely, quickly picked up the backpack, put a hatchet in it, and rushed out the door.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Chen's mind: "Five years ago, it was Wang Wu who personally captured the fox spirit. He almost skinned the fox spirit to make a fur collar. Could it be that Wang Wu is some kind of hermit master?"

Thinking of this possibility, Zhang Chen felt a little excited. If Wang Wu was a hermit, then if he asked Wang Wu to learn art, based on his friendship with Wang Wu, Wang Wu would never refuse him.

Wang Wu was a hunter in the village. He never married in his life and treated Zhang Chen like his own son. If Wang Wu had not felt sorry for him and helped him often over the years, he would have starved to death long ago.

When Zhang Chen was eight years old, his biological father went into the mountains to hunt and was bitten by a wild beast. Because there was no anti-inflammatory or disinfectant medicine, he died three months later, leaving his mother and three siblings to make a living.

However, his mother was his stepmother. As for Zhang Chen's biological mother, his previous life had a vague memory and could not remember her. In his previous life's childhood memories, he only remembered that his family seemed to be a branch of a large family, and because of a mistake, they were banished to a bitter cold place. His stepmother was his father who was stranded in this village. In order to settle down here, he married a widow from the village with the help of a matchmaker in the village. He settled down here and became half a villager.

Zhang Chen is the second oldest of three siblings. He has an older sister who is five years older than him, and a younger sister who is two years younger than him and was born after his stepmother married her stepfather.

After Zhang Chen's father passed away, the family's property was seized by the village landlords, leaving only a shabby house and worthless bottles and jars for the orphan and his widowed mother.

After his father died, Zhang Chen's stepmother and her two siblings lived a hard life, relying entirely on their mother's sewing and mending.

Then when Zhang Chen was a little older and was raised by his stepmother for four years, he was often able to hunt in the mountains with Wang Wu. Then he was driven out and separated from the family to live separately. Then Zhang Chen returned to his old and dilapidated thatched house and became a neighbor of Zhang Chen next door.

As for the deeper root of the conflict between them and Zhang Chen, it was because the thatched hut where Zhang Chen's family lived originally belonged to Zhang Chen's family, but it became abandoned after his father "married" into his stepmother's family. In addition, it had fallen into disrepair and no one lived there for a long time, so when Zhang Chen and his mother came, they directly occupied it.

Zhang Chen was too angry to argue. The other party bullied him because he was young. In addition, the other party had rebuilt the thatched hut, so of course it was impossible for him to move out. So hatred was formed.

After Zhang Chen was driven out by his stepmother, he began to support himself, but life was extremely difficult and he almost starved to death. Over the years, he relied on the hunter Wang Wu for support. If it were not for the hunting skills taught by the hunter Wang Wu, who often took him to the mountains to hunt, he, a half-grown child, would have starved to death long ago.

So for him, Wang Wu is not his biological father, but he is better than his biological father. Even the bacon on the wall was obtained by Zhang Chen from hunting with Wang Wu in the mountains before his memory was awakened, and used as dry food for the winter.

The memories ended, and Zhang Chen tried hard to keep his face calm. He took a deep breath, then stood up slowly, pushed open the door and walked out. As expected, he saw the old hunter Wang Wu standing outside the gate waiting for him.

Wang Wu is in his fifties this year, with wrinkles all over his face, and he looks extremely old. However, because he has an exquisite skill in setting traps, he can live a comfortable life even in his old age. He eats meat every day and keeps a strong body.

Zhang Chen's eyes flashed with golden light, but he saw that there was no mysterious airflow flowing around Wang Wu, and he was obviously just an ordinary person.

Zhang Chen glanced towards the next yard inconspicuously, only to see the vixen huddled against the wall, grinding her teeth, looking at Zhang Chen and Wang Wu with some unfriendly eyes.

"Let's go, let's go into the mountains to hunt!" Zhang Chen said with a smile.

Although he and Wang Wu are both hunters, they have their own default territories and will not hunt in the same territory to avoid competing for resources.

"I have to go to Uncle Cui's house to get some equipment today. Uncle Wang, please wait for me." Zhang Chen said to Wang Wu, and then ran quickly to Cui the blacksmith's house in the village. Listening to the clanging sound of iron in the house, he stood outside the door and shouted, "Uncle Cui, I'm here to get something."

Cui the blacksmith heard the sound and walked out of the house. Then he waved to Zhang Chen and asked him to go into the yard. After Zhang Chen went into the yard, Cui the blacksmith led Zhang Chen into the house and took out a palm-sized hemp rope bag. The bag was very heavy and he stuffed it directly into Zhang Chen's pocket: "Here are the iron beads you wanted. There are 300 of them. You can use them sparingly."

Zhang Chen opened the cloth bag, revealing a number of grey iron beads. The surface of the beads was not intact and looked quite inconspicuous. It was obvious that the casting technology needed to be improved.

“There are also shovels and slingshot stands. I hammered this slingshot stand myself. It’s enough for your descendants to use for hundreds of lifetimes.” Blacksmith Cui took out an iron stand from the counter nearby. The iron stand was polished very smoothly. Although its shape looked a bit clumsy, in the words of Blacksmith Cui, it was enough to use for several lifetimes.

Moreover, the structural design of the slingshot is extremely reasonable. It feels very solid in the hand, weighs about one kilogram, and is very stable.

"Take it back and polish it yourself!" Cui the blacksmith said carelessly, "I worked overtime until late last night for these things for you kid."

Zhang Chen didn't mind. He just put away the slingshot stand, then took the Luoyang shovel and ran towards Wang Wu happily.

"Uncle Wang Wu, let's go into the mountains together." Zhang Chen carried a bamboo basket and a Luoyang shovel, his eyes full of joy, which was the joy and anticipation for experience points.

(End of this chapter)