The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 1372: The life of ordinary people

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This winter seems to come earlier than usual. The first heavy snow in winter has already reached the knee depth.

The master of the blacksmith shop died in this winter night.

Last night, he drank late into the night and fell down at the door of his house, and then he was lonely and depressed, freezing to death.

At this moment, it has been ten years since Chen Fan became an apprentice in the blacksmith shop.

In the past ten years, Chen Fan has completely accepted the reality, and everything in the past may be just a dream.

When waking up from a dream, he needs to face reality.

He became a well-known blacksmith in Qingyang City, and many rangers and even warriors came to him to build weapons.

After a few years, the master stopped hitting the iron, holding Chen Fan's money, and having fun every night, every time he came back, he was drunk.

Because of this behavior, he finally paid the price.

At this moment, Chen Fan faced the master's frozen body with a plain expression and plain eyes.

He doesn't seem to have much sadness, because of reality, he can't breathe under the pressure.

Before he died, the master gave all the remaining wealth in the family to the friend in the brothel. Today, Chen Fan has no idea how to bury the master.

"We have been together for ten years, and I have never known your name. Although you and I are mentors and apprentices, in fact, there is not much affection."

"Back then, you saved my life and asked me to pay it back in twenty years. Now only ten years have passed, and you have been searching for life. Perhaps the last love I owe you is just a beautiful funeral. Up!"

Chen Fan carefully helped the master put on a new set of clothes, which he happily bought three years ago, and even explained to Chen Fan.

That's the clothes I wear when I get married after I have saved enough money and went to the brothel to redeem my partner.

It's just that getting married may not work now, maybe this suit can accompany him into the soil.

After putting on his clothes, Chen Fanbai specially helped the master wipe his face. He has never seen a master wash his face in ten years. This time he wiped his face, and several rags could not be cleaned again.

It was only after the wiping was done that Chen Fan realized that the master was actually quite white, but he never took care of it.

In this way, after finishing everything, Chen Fan let out a sigh of relief, put on a jacket that he had been spreading for several years, covered with patches, and opened the door and walked out.

"Boss, can you give me some joss stick paper money on credit, I will return it to you as soon as I can strike after the spring meeting."

In the shroud shop, Chen Fan just wrapped his jacket, put his hands into his sleeves, and said with a trembling body.

The owner of the shroud shop heard this and glanced at him disdainfully: "You **** don't look at what this place is. Does anyone charge the dead? If you have money, I welcome it. If you don't have any money, get out! /

The same words appeared in every shop, and Chen Fan suddenly understood the ups and downs of being an ordinary person.

Perhaps this is the state of life and everything that must be experienced.

Returning home full of loneliness, Chen Fan really sat on the master’s corpse, hesitated for a long time, and muttered to himself: "Perhaps I owe you the love that I will not be able to repay in this life."

Silently rolled up the mat of the master during his lifetime, Chen Fan took a basket and took away the last half of the candle from the house, as well as some worn-out clothes.

He held the master's body like this, and walked toward the outside of the city step by step.

No coffins, no paper money for incense sticks, only a few pieces of torn clothes, half a candle, and a broken straw mat.

The snow outside was still falling. Chen Fan almost became a snowman not long after he left.

Looking up at the dim sky, a voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

If there were no problems in his practice at the beginning, what kind of life would he experience now?