Jiuyin Silent Dragon Walk

Amid the chirping of cicadas in late summer, the fire in the blacksmith shop is always darker than in other houses. Lin Ji's hammer fell steadily. One hammer after another hammered the iron red, knocked down the sun, and knocked away three years of time. He has seen the shattered remains of the world, stepped through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, cut down saints and slain demons with the knife in his hand, but he is willing to be a silent blacksmith in this small town. No one knows his past, and no one dares to approach his coldness. Except Su Nuonuo. The little girl carrying the medicine basket came in the sunshine, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, chirping like a candy wrapped in honey, and ran headlong into his cold and lonely years. The wind that cracked the sky blew closer and closer, the roar of monsters resounded throughout the mountains and fields, and everyone in the world was fighting for the path to eternal life and seeking the supreme authority. He raised his hand and gave it a steady blow. The dragon lurks in the abyss, there is no need to shock the sky. It is enough to protect the warmth of the fire and the sweetness of the glutinous rice. [Slow-paced fantasy with no system and single female protagonist]