For Nangong Zhe, fifteen days passed by too quickly.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble during the day, he would meditate at home, think about the way of the sword, and train his inner strength.
At night, he would train in the forest behind the house.
Although fifteen days was neither too long nor too short, it was much better than squeezing out time to practice swordsmanship when he was working in the blacksmith shop.
But after all, he was cultivating by himself. There were many difficulties, and Nan Gongzhe's memories of the past were blurry.
Therefore, Nan Gongzhe could only feel his way through the river. He relied on the essence of the black sword's sword intent and the internal energy that circulated in his body to slowly cultivate.
The place where Nangong Zhe and his sister lived was relatively far from the town. Otherwise, Nangong Zhe would not have enough money to pay the rent.
Therefore, every time Nangong Zhe went to the blacksmith shop to work, he had to wake up early. However, unlike before, Nangong Rou insisted on going to the blacksmith shop with her brother on the first day of work.
Nangong Zhe could not withstand his sister's verbal bombardment. He could only awkwardly hold his sister's hand and go to the blacksmith shop.
"It's over, it's over … I'm going to be laughed at by that uncle."
"He always said that I have a sister complex."
"Now that he's like this, I don't know how long he's going to tease me …"
Nangong Zhe turned his head slightly and muttered.
Nangong Rou saw Nangong Zhe's expression and could not help but hold Nangong Zhe's hand tightly.
"Why … You're muttering, you must be up to no good."
"If you don't want to, I'll come with you …"
"Can't you be a little proud with such a cute sister?"
"Hmph …"
Nangong Zhe heard his sister's words and felt even more awkward …
When did my sister awaken this attribute?
Why didn't I notice it at all?
"How can that be, right?"
"How proud can my sister be with me? Alright, alright, don't be angry. We're almost at Big Brother's workplace."
Nangong Zhe subconsciously felt that if he didn't go and laugh along, the consequences would be extremely miserable. He could only throw away his face and flatter him.
"Hmph … Big Brother is a liar."
"Forget it, I'll give you some face."
For some reason, Nangong Rou's little face was slowly covered with a layer of pink, bright and warm. Accompanied by the slight mist and soft morning light, it formed a beautiful picture.
Nan Gongzhe could not help but stare blankly.
Seeing her brother like this, Nangong Rou became even more embarrassed. She forcefully pulled Nangong Zhe's arm.
"Let's go … what are you doing?"
Nangong Zhe finally woke up from his stupor. A sense of guilt welled up in his heart. After all, Nangong Rou was his sister, but he …
Could it be that he was really a sis-con?
Nangong Zhe patted his face with both hands in an attempt to wake himself up. Finally, he walked into the blacksmith shop.
"Oh … Little Zhe, you're here."
The uncle happened to be sitting in the main hall of the blacksmith shop. When he saw Nangong Zhe walk in, he suddenly saw Nangong Rou standing behind Nangong Zhe.
"Little Zhe, you see … I said …"
Without waiting for the boss to finish speaking, Nangong Zhe quickly covered the uncle's mouth and pulled him to the back hall. As he pulled, he called for his sister to rest in the main hall.
Nangong Zhe pulled the boss to the back, and as expected, the boss began to talk about how Nangong Zhe's sis-con had awakened.
However, Nangong Zhe didn't hear a single word. He was only looking at the items on the table in the back hall.
The boss finally realized that his words didn't have the effect that he had imagined, so he stopped.
He followed Nangong Zhe's line of sight and saw the items on the table.
"Little Zhe … Let me talk to you about something serious."
"Oh? Uncle, do you still have something serious to say? "
"Hey hey hey … Even though we're close, I'll sue you for slander …"
"Uncle, where did you learn this from?"
"I don't know, I unknowingly … Wait, why did the topic change again … Don't open your mouth, don't speak … I know you're going to complain again, let me finish first."
Nangong Zhe and the uncle always talked like this. However, when he saw the serious expression on the uncle's face, Nangong Zhe knew that he couldn't continue messing around. He nodded slightly to show that he understood.
"Okay … Let's talk about something serious …"
"Little Zhe, I've seen your efforts all this time."
"Not only your performance in the blacksmith shop, but also your sword practice in the small forest behind the house at night."
"Don't look so scared … After all, I'm the one who found the house for you, so I know some things."
"I know that Little Zhe, you're working so hard to become an official villager in Wood leaf. You and your sister have a hard life, so becoming an official villager is naturally a good thing."
"That's why … I want to help you."
As he spoke, he picked up the things on the table and took out an envelope from his pocket.
"I made this gauntlet for you. I've observed your swordsmanship … Considering that the official four-foot sword is a bit too long for you, I made this gauntlet for you. It's better than wearing a piece of tattered cloth or leather when you practice swordsmanship, right?"
"This letter is my recommendation letter for you."
"Uncle, although I'm not a ninja, I'm actually from a ninja family."
"Uncle's family is considered a respectable family."
"Take my letter, and I'm sure that the people in the family will give me face and arrange for you to join Wood leaf."
"I don't have any children, so I'm very happy with the two of you accompanying me."
"But I know in my heart that your future doesn't lie here. You can go even further."
"Let's go … Let's go to the front hall. Xiao Rou is still waiting there."
Nangong Zhe was dumbfounded by Uncle Blacksmith's words …
Nangong Zhe thought that he had hidden it well, but Uncle Blacksmith had found out everything about him. Although it didn't affect him much, the impact was still too great.
Uncle Blacksmith suddenly turned around and looked at Nangong Zhe, who was still standing there in a daze, and grinned.
"Oh right, you keep calling me Uncle Blacksmith. Do you still remember my name?"
"Yes, I definitely don't remember …"
"Uncle Blacksmith, my surname is Qimu!"
After a long time, perhaps Uncle Blacksmith had already gone to the front hall to take care of his sister, Nangong Zhe finally came back to his senses.
He hugged the slightly cold gauntlet in his arms, and an inexplicable feeling lingered in his heart.
Uncle Blacksmith's kindness to him came from the bottom of his heart, and there was no ulterior motive.
This feeling made Nangong Zhe feel exceptionally warm.
But …
Nangong Zhe had a bigger goal than becoming a blacksmith for the rest of his life.
There was no solution to this problem.
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