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Chapter 157 "The Little Blacksmith of Milan"
The MV opens with the challenge in my mind.

The familiar melody lingers in Jingshan's ears.

What came out of Jingshan's heart were all those beautiful memories of junior high school.

The street scenes of Milan appear in the MV.

The young Jay Chou began the fantasy interpretation of a small blacksmith in Eastern Europe.

Jingshan also sang along with Jay Chou:
"...

Ran all over the pasture~and around the village~
He was standing at the old newsstand on the corner of the street~
Staring at the window next door~
A guitar~appreciated from a distance~
......"

These familiar lyrics brought back memories deep in Jingshan's heart.

When he was in junior high school, he wrote an essay based on "The Little Blacksmith in Milan".

Like a montage, this song appeared in Jingshan's mind:
…………

Outside Milan, there is a lush pasture. The morning sunshine dyes the smoke into the color of strawberry dessert. The pasture and Milan are connected by a rope-like path.

The steps of the little blacksmith broke through the tranquility of the morning.He had already delivered the horseshoes he had just made to farmers outside the city.

Back in the city, the young blacksmith hurried through the stone-paved streets.

A group of white doves were startled by him and suddenly flew into the sky, flapping their wings in the thick fog, circling in the sky like falcons.

The little blacksmith stopped at the old newspaper beach at the corner of the street. In the window in front of him was a handmade acoustic guitar.

The female owner of the grocery store was tired of this hateful boy. He always stood in front of her store early in the morning and affected the business.

The female boss drove the little blacksmith away.

The little blacksmith had to leave angrily.

He knew that he was just a blacksmith. How could he buy such an expensive instrument with just a few copper coins a day?

But the shadow of that guitar occupied his thoughts like a midnight ghost: the smooth body of the guitar had a faint golden luster, and the simple patterns extended in all directions, as smooth as flowing water, as if the beautiful music had already emerged from the strings. Play out.

The little blacksmith was intoxicated. In the world of imagination, his fingers flew on the strings.

"Oh!"

That wonderful sound produced wonderful variations.

The little blacksmith couldn't believe his ears, he really heard the faint singing!

Walking past the tall Baroque buildings on the street, the sound came from the dilapidated pub.

It must be an Eastern bard performing with his unique voice and beautiful Eastern European folk songs.

The little blacksmith couldn't help but push open the dilapidated fence door.

Waves of noisy sounds and a strong smell of alcohol blew in my face.

"Hey! Bard, what key is that Eastern European folk song to?" the little blacksmith asked loudly.

There was a burst of laughter in the tavern, and everyone was laughing at the ragged little blacksmith who stood in front of the grocery store window in a daze all day long.

The tavern owner grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

"Hi! Poet!"

The little blacksmith struggled, but was still thrown out mercilessly.

He was thrown to the ground hard, dust flying everywhere.

Tears rolled in his eyes, showing anger, helplessness, and helplessness!
It is a surrender to fate, as the bards sing: Fate surrenders under the scorching sun...

The little blacksmith wiped away his tears and found the white-haired poet appearing in front of him.

"Tears cannot wash away the dust in the soul, but they make a pure heart shine. Even the absurdity in youth will turn into beautiful memories many years later..."

The poet slowly left with the song, leaving only the afterimage of the gray robe and the slowly rising smoke ring.

Beside the stove, baskets of charcoal were burned out, reflecting the red face of the little blacksmith.

The hammer hit, sparks flew everywhere, and the little blacksmith exchanged his sweat for a few copper coins every day.

In the dream, there were crystal tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, but the corners of his mouth showed a trace of satisfaction.

Because he is playing his beautiful dream on the guitar.

Such tears are a kind of happiness, an affirmation of oneself after suffering, and the crystallization of persistence and perseverance.

As the bard sang: "Tears make a pure heart shine..."

..."Mea."

At the end of the song, the divine sheep call ends.

This song "The Little Blacksmith of Milan" has come to an end.

Memories from junior high school flowed in Jingshan's mind, and he perfectly sang this Jay Chou song that he was extremely familiar with.

After the song ends.

He stared expectantly, waiting for the system to give him a score——

【boom! 】

The exciting fireworks effects appear!

【100 points】!
Golden scores bloom in fireworks!
Jingshan shook his fists excitedly.

He really accomplished three consecutive kills for him!

The Year of the Rabbit has begun!
He is so lucky!
He actually beat the karaoke system for three days in a row!
"I'm so handsome!"

Jingshan admired him so much that he wanted to fall in love with him.

[Congratulations to the host for successfully unlocking the song "The Little Blacksmith of Milan"! 】

[Reward new skill——Metallurgy! 】

[Congratulations to the host for successfully challenging karaoke for three consecutive days! 】

[Reward the host with a chance to randomly increase music points! 】

"Metallurgy!"

"Can you make gold?!"

Jingshan excitedly clicked on the skill instructions.

After checking, I learned that this skill cannot make gold.

But it's still a very powerful skill.

This skill allows Jingshan to shape any metal with his mind.

As long as the metal Jingshan touches with his hands, he can change it into what he wants with his thoughts.

This is another skill that gives you a pillow when you feel sleepy.

Jingshan was worried that his hands were so swollen that he couldn't straighten those golden rings.

With this metallurgical technique, he can shape these gold rings into what he wants with his thoughts.

If he wants to turn these gold rings into gold bars, he turns them into gold bars;

If you want to become a golden Buddha, become a golden Buddha;
Even if he wants to turn these gold rings into a gold foil version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", he can do it!
At that time, the value of these gold rings will not be the price of pure gold, but also the price of handicrafts.

If you take it to an auction and put it up for auction, it will definitely fetch a sky-high price!
However, this metallurgy has limitations.

Like the reshape skill, this skill requires music points to be used to activate it.

Each kilogram of metal molded costs 1 music point.

The price doesn’t look expensive at first glance.

But for ultra-heavy metals like plastic gold, a large amount would be a waste of music points.

When the skill was unlocked for the first time, the system only gave Jingshan 100 kilograms of free usage.

In other words, Jingshan can only shape 100 golden rings for free.

If you want to shape more golden rings, you need to spend additional music points.

Fortunately, he didn't use music points to expand the capacity of the Peninsula Iron Box yesterday.

This made him sing "The Little Blacksmith of Milan" today.

The number of available music points has increased to 10015 points, which can reach five figures.

Completing three kills in a row will reward you with additional music points.

He can go play the five-digit slot machine!

With any luck, he will soon be able to achieve financial freedom from music points!
(End of this chapter)